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Fuck it, Gerard Way’s your Maven Calore

(if ima do anything it’s give Maven his little heart-shaped bangs)

The reference picture:

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Their facial expression says it all.

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Maven Calore’s spirit animal is very specifically Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s black cat: Salem Saberhagen

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“Hands grasp, gripping and desperate at any piece of you they can reach. You feel their tug, their pleading presses and then- you rise. Your body mending and sewing back together. Sliver mixes with red as your bones reconstruct, your muscles and flesh crawling and forming around them before your skin encases it all. You think back to all that ever was and all that ever will be. And you become one with the horrors wrought”

A gorey Cal piece I’ve been working on, you may interpret this however you wish, because the actual context behind it is already 2k+ words long and no where near complete 🙏🙏🙏

Besides, Cal has plenty of overwhelming guilt to fill in the metaphorical gaps.

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Thomaven Fic:

Werewolf Thomas/Vampire Maven

If you don't let your vampire boyfriend bite you or your werewolf boyfriend bite you back you're a coward.

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Our girl couldn't catch a break 😔

Image from: shitheadsteve (instagram)

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Sneak peak of a cal piece I’m working on ehehehehehe >:3c

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Mare and Cal are so Earth and Sun coded to me, and in this barely coherent essay I will-

Cal was formed under immense pressure, expected to be an eternal, intimidating beacon for his people and watch over them, ruling them with intense and guiding rays. But a beacon that is also capable of unfathomable destruction if necessary or under extreme mental duress.

Mare was made by circumstances outside her control, initial chaos that settles into a rough silence before softening into something more. By sheer chance and will she becomes the embodiment of change and growth, she is the force that commands that one adapt or be pulled beneath the waves.

And the Sun watches her dance around him, tilting and twirling in a beautiful dance that is rough by nature, ragged like waves upon the rocks, or lightning flashing across the sky, it is mesmerizing as her change travels consistent and true across her surface. Always a beautiful wash of seasons, weather patterns, and spiraling terrains that paint a breathtaking canvas

He longs to do the same but fears what chain reaction his change would cause. Would it result in mass destruction of everything he's ever known, or would he be able to finally hold her closer and open himself entire to her curious, searching eyes.

But the Sun does change, even if he can not see it, small ripples that spread out across time. Soft and gentle tilts. But the Earth observes, watching the smallest flare along his surface that indicates a shift with expectation and baited breath.

And the Sun recoils in the face of her waiting, for she is the only one that has ever expected him to be anything more than he's ever been, capable of more than barely restrained wrath. At first, he rejects the notion he is capable of change, of good change, and turns in on himself. Retreating to the overwhelming encasing heat of his being, he's always known. But she waits, and pushes, and stands her ground, she does not fear him or what he is capable of, before finally, it ripples across his surface, covering it in a beautiful wave of colors and he shifts, his orbit reaching out to hers.

And then the Sun kneels before the Earth and declares his love for her, and the Earth brushes her hands across his surface, bold and loving despite the destruction built within his very structure.

And they continue to orbit, a constant comfort amongst the chaos around them. Orbits pushing and pulling, hands always seeking the other. Sunlight kisses every inch it can reach, showering the Earth in the few ways it knows how to love.

And she leans into and absorbs all of it, taking in all he can give her with no fear or restraint. Pressing hands against warm skin, brushing away stray hair and pressing her lips against his, letting him feel every inch of her ever changing land mass and oceans, her strong, resilient core that will yield to no one. And he looks on with amazement, all he's ever seen, and witnessed pales in comparison to the heavenly Earth before him.

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I’m a slow writer, so here’s a Thomaven meme in the meantime

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Tyton/Maven in post-canon AU

a small scene from the fic that has been infesting my brain for the last month

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Maven I’ve got a great book rec for you 💖

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66590950

Well it is aliveee

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Maven would be one of those goths who walks around with their cat perched on their shoulder. And trust that the cat has sweaters and little boots, and trust that the cat has its own little couch. The cat 100% has bitten and scratched him before but like all cat owners those are “love bites” (or love scars cause cat claws scar like a bitch). That’s his reading buddy, his depressed nap buddy, and that cat was 100% not originally his cat. It’s Thomas’s cat, but Maven stole the cat when they started dating so now what’s Thomas gonna do? He’s gonna kiss his boyfriend and let said boyfriend spoil the cat, that’s what he’s gonna do.

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@aerticent (I dunno why the @ isn’t working but you know who you are) get over here and pay for the emotional damages you just caused with these heartbreaking tags

So what do we think Maven did after Thomas died, I mean like right after. He said that the guards held him back, but do you think after the fire was put out and there was just the ash and the ruins that he found the body, that he tried to make sense of it because there’s no way, no it couldn’t be, he couldn’t have done this to his first real friend, to the boy that he loves? Do you think he tried to look for a heartbeat or anything that would prove that Thomas was still alive even though that his body was charred and burnt, even though Reds don’t get access to Silver Skin Healers. Do you think Maven kept pieces of Thomas’s uniform, do you think that he kept Thomas’s picture from his identification card safe in his room where no one, not even his mother, would find it?

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You’re so right, I was just in my feels, I had to project angst onto Thomaven, because they’re perfectly happy in their mountain cabin with their cat (I say, clawing at the floor as Victoria drags me by the ankles towards canon)

So what do we think Maven did after Thomas died, I mean like right after. He said that the guards held him back, but do you think after the fire was put out and there was just the ash and the ruins that he found the body, that he tried to make sense of it because there’s no way, no it couldn’t be, he couldn’t have done this to his first real friend, to the boy that he loves? Do you think he tried to look for a heartbeat or anything that would prove that Thomas was still alive even though that his body was charred and burnt, even though Reds don’t get access to Silver Skin Healers. Do you think Maven kept pieces of Thomas’s uniform, do you think that he kept Thomas’s picture from his identification card safe in his room where no one, not even his mother, would find it?

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ARE YOU IN MY MIND??? I HAD THE SAME HEADCANON, BROTHER WE ARE CONNECTED

So what do we think Maven did after Thomas died, I mean like right after. He said that the guards held him back, but do you think after the fire was put out and there was just the ash and the ruins that he found the body, that he tried to make sense of it because there’s no way, no it couldn’t be, he couldn’t have done this to his first real friend, to the boy that he loves? Do you think he tried to look for a heartbeat or anything that would prove that Thomas was still alive even though that his body was charred and burnt, even though Reds don’t get access to Silver Skin Healers. Do you think Maven kept pieces of Thomas’s uniform, do you think that he kept Thomas’s picture from his identification card safe in his room where no one, not even his mother, would find it?

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Happy Friday the 13th, here's Red Queen Characters as Horror Movie Characters

Mare Barrow as Queen Akasha (Queen of the Damned) (Because Vampires)

Cal Calore as Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th) (Because Jason's motivation is to avenge his mother)

Maven Calore and Thomas as Billy Loomis/Ghostface Killer #1 and Stu Macher/Ghostface Killer #2 (Scream) (I mean come on its the Husbands of Horror I had to) (Also Maven would 100% pull the "What's the matter Sydney you look like you've seen a ghost!" line on Mare.)

Elara Merandus as Mrs. Loomis/Ghostface #4 (this is literally only because she's Billy's mom)

Evangeline Samos as Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body) (It was between Jennifer and Tiffany Valentine, but I landed on Jennifer)

And that's all I've got!