cal | she/her | 24 | artist | silly meme maker | willex stan | unapologetic caleb covington simp | main: @caliibee !! | gif header by the love (lev) of my life, @willexmagic
i did have this actually done before halloween . as in i started it in 2024 and finished it this month lol
transcript under the cut!
willie: dude, I thought we were dressing up to help with your brand?
alex: aren't ghosts a little too on the nose, though?
luke: sure, but we did pick every other undead guy out there.
reggie: man, I didn't even know we had a theme.
julie: LUKE! you can't be frankenstein's monster!
luke: why not?
julie: cuz I'm the BRIDE of frankenstein.
reggie: aww, you guys did a couple's costume.
alex: yeah, just like me and willie "aren't a couple." right, babe?
willie: totally.
i was always very inspired by hilow's @theobligatedklutz works, be it meta or anything! their willex vampire au was one of my faves and the accompaining hunter rayleb fic was SO fun!! so here's some doodles from 2021 i never shared.. with added rayleb comic i cleaned up that was in sketch form for agesss. i dont think hilow is active anymore in fandom but i remember their fics so fondly and they were such a wonderful part of jatp fandom meta and fic!! <3
A little gift back to ryn and the jatp community; I wrote this years ago but it was a scene from an important arc from Hunter that I never revealed to anyone. An excerpt from unpublished but outlined Chapter 9 from the vamp verse vault. Caleb, a father, a lover and most remarkably, a human:
Julie sits there, huddled next to her brother, looking all of seventeen and helpless as Caleb hulks over them with his arms stretched out to catch every bullet meant for the kids. There’s crimson seeping through the light purple of Caleb’s tee, soaked in so much blood that it paints Julie’s vision red. Wispy smoke rising from where the bullets are lodged into his back. Julie wraps her fingers around the cuff of Caleb’s jeans and tugs, her chin quivering and tears streaming down her face, softly calling out his name.
She sounds so childlike, it pulls Caleb out of the pain-induced daze he’s fallen into because that’s not what Julie sounds like. She gives him hell like it’s her hobby. She is not supposed to sound so little, so hurt. Is she hurt?
Caleb takes a shuddering breath, unscrews his face in some semblance of calm and regards both Julie and Carlos with squinted eyes, looking over them for any injuries and only stopping when he’s satisfied.
“Are you- are you both alright?” He asks just to make sure.
Carlos gapes, looks at the blood dripping and collecting in a puddle around his feet incredulously. “Are we okay? Caleb-”
Caleb swiftly cuts him off, turning his head over his shoulder like he’s heard a sound. “They are coming.”
He glances at the two Molinas at his feet, holding onto each other and looking so brittle, so terrified, and hopes he’s right in his decision, hopes Ray will forgive him for putting his kids in danger. Hopes Willie won’t hate him again for creating more messes than he can clean.
He swallows dryly and his eyes harden with something akin to his usual tireless resolve. “I need you to run.”
“No. I'm not leaving-,” Julie shakes her head, her white knuckled grip in the fabric of his pants tightens impossibly like that’ll change his mind. Like Julie can convince him to let her stay and fight.
It’s too late, there are too many of them. Vampires and hunters alike converge on them, glass crunching under their boots as they step in through the gaping wall where the window once was. All poised and ready to strike. Caleb turns on his feet, swaying slightly, but too stubborn to drop dead. And that’s when Julie and Carlos get a full view of his back. The back of his shirt is entirely saturated, almost blackened with blood, leaving his shirt in wet tatters. Julie takes in a shallow dry heave in, tightening her fingers around Carlos' wrist. Something haunted settles over both the Molinas' eyes. It doesn’t make sense to them how this man is standing right now because he should be dead and on the floor, pooling in his own blood. Yet he stands there on his feet like a cracked, shockingly sturdy wall between the enemy and them.
Caleb spots Vivian fronting the group and he knows he can't let him get any closer. Not close to his kids — he doesn't even get to reflect on the fact that he's embraced them so completely he's willing to die for them.
He throws both hands up, palms facing the bastards who think they can rip apart the only people he loves dearly. Caleb is ready to burn the world down just to protect them. Even if it's the last thing he does in his miserably, infinite life.
For a second, Carlos thinks Caleb is surrendering and he never took the man as someone who could but then- Then, every single person in Caleb’s proximity save for Julie and Carlos bring their hands up over their temples and scream bloody murder as if their heads are about to explode. Julie is pretty sure she’s never seen this extent of Caleb’s power but he always did say memories could be powerful and painful. And it shows in the way the chaos in front of her unfolds. Caleb pivots his head over his shoulder, looks over at the two of them with unrelenting determination.
“Julie, Carlos, run. Now.” A line of red drips from his nose, cascades onto his lip but he keeps his arms up. “Take care of each other. Get to your dad-”
He grunts in pain, stumbling back and throwing his head towards the back door urgently to get them moving. Julie hesitates but looks down at Carlos at her side and nods her head like she knows there’s no other way. Carlos scrambles up, stays frozen there for a second. Horrified and scared. And Caleb wishes he could do something to provide him some semblance of courage. He can't. So instead, he prays to a God that has refused him; to protect these kids, to get them to safety. "Go. Carlos. Go! Protect your sister."
There’s no time and Julie is pulling Carlos away before he can say anything more. The last thing they see before they stumble out the back door is Caleb falling to his knees, huffs of pained breaths falling from his mouth and vampires slamming his body into the floor to incapacitate him. They don't see the way the leader– Vivian – looks at their retreating backs with murder in his eyes. They don’t catch the way Caleb pulls his head up from the floor, catching the drag of Vivian’s gaze over the backdoor and desperately hissing out, "You've got me. You've won. Vivian, don't go after them. Do not-"
///// Yes, the rescue in my head did have Ray smacking Caleb upside the head and yelling at him. And then yeah, he patches him up.
“What part of we are in this together was hard to understand, you self-sacrificing idiot?”
“They were in the house, Ray.”
“You should’ve run with the kids!”
“You know I couldn’t…they’d give chase.” Caleb knows if it came down to it, Ray would want his kids safe. “I could not…”
“Caleb…you’re not expendable. You’re precious to me. Don’t you understand?”
At this point, Caleb understands too well. That’s why he does what he does. Why he did what he did.
kenny ortega looked me in the eye and said i am going to give you a girl that is so traumatized and 3 himbo ghosts that are also traumatized and they are in a band and they are going to heal together. and i said kenny you wild son of a gun you know me better than i know myself
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since Valentine’s day is coming up, here’s part one of my jatp themed valentines for y’all! feel free to save them and fill them out and give them to your friends, partners, secret crushes, ghost boyfriends, frenemies, evil magicians trying to steal your soul, etc!
when alex’s eyes start to droop, willie reaches forward and brushes his fingertips over the line of alex’s eyebrow. he can tell alex is still awake enough to feel it; watches the corner of his mouth lift as a pleased sigh leaves his lips.
they haven’t actually known each other that long, but somehow, willie knows this is post!panic alex. he’s sleepwarm and relaxed for the first time in what must be weeks, his cheeks rosy with the heat from the electric blanket they’re underneath. willie’s socked feet are between alex’s bare ones, and every once in a while, willie feels the tap of toes against his ankle. like alex is composing in the space between consciousness and sleep, trying to sort out a rhythm against willie’s skin, but losing the fight to stay awake every single time.
willlie’s stamp is forever gone now, too, just like the rest of them. they’re all more human than phantom at this point, thanks to julie, and it’s a lot of joy and uncertainty and excitement and fear wrapped up together.
thankfully, though, they still have the rest of eternity to figure this out. to figure them out.
so when he feels alex’s toes again, he reaches forward and thumbs at alex’s eyebrow a bit more firmly. watches as alex blinks sleepy, green eyes open at him and smiles sheepishly. “m’sorry. m’toes too cold?”
“honestly didn’t notice,” willie whispers. “just felt ‘em tapping. s’okay for you to sleep, alex.”
alex shuts his eyes, scooting closer and resting a hand over willie’s hip beneath his shirt where caleb’s stamp used to glow. “and you’ll be here when i wake up?”
“every single morning,” willie promises. “I’ll be here. we both will. so you can get some rest, alex.”
he can hear alex snoring softly against his throat mere seconds later.
summary: “What was your guys’ favourite thing to do with Trev-... Bobby?”
The question is innocent enough, but it still manages to make Alex pause as he sifts through Julie’s extensive nail polish collection.
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Julie and Alex reminisce about past friendships and bond about current connections.
authors note: here's my fic that i wrote for @jatpzine that recently came out! my prompt was 'the band, found family' and i had an awesome time writing this! unfortunately the store is now closed but if you bought a copy, thank you from the deepest DEEPEST well in my heart and i sincerely hope you enjoyed it <3
“What was your guys’ favourite thing to do with Trev-... Bobby?”
The question is innocent enough, but it still manages to make Alex pause as he sifts through Julie’s extensive nail polish collection. He pauses, his fingers curling around a sparkly bottle of Conga-line Crimson.
“We…” Alex shakes the bottle absentmindedly, looking over at where Reggie is lying unconscious on Julie’s bed, his left hand hanging precariously over the edge. “We did a lot of things together.”
“Like what?” Julie asks, voice quiet as she smooths a layer of base coat over Luke’s index finger. As she does, he lets out a soft snore but doesn’t stir. He’d conked out almost immediately after their movie marathon, leaving Alex and Julie the only two left awake.
Alex sighs, unscrewing the lid from the bottle and staring down at it with a little too much concentration. “We used to busk at the beach a lot,” he says eventually, smiling at the memory of sandy socks and four part harmonies. He tries to imagine Bobby, the way he is now, going to the beach with a worn-down acoustic guitar, playing for whoever is willing to listen. He frowns when the image refuses to appear.
hand under my sweatshirt (baby kiss it better) (one-shot)
pairing: willex
written for @alexmercerappreciationweek day 5: favorite relationship
Alex leans over, leaving a tender kiss against Willie’s forehead. “Willie, baby, go to sleep.”
It has the opposite effect — Willie’s eyes jerk open, and he stares at Alex while a rosy blush blooms across his face and neck and all the way to his ears.
Or, five times Alex calls Willie baby, and one time Willie says it back.
im so glad alex mercer exists? im literally so glad that this funky little guy in his painfully 90s clothing his pastel tshirts and hoodies his sweatpants tucked into his socks who drums like a god and sings like an angel and wears his cap backwards and runs on sarcasm exists. and also that he’s gay
i (+100M)* tried to steal the souls of three bandmates (17M)* because they were in a band with a different singer (15F) and didn’t want to join my jazz band. i also violently scatted at them. AITA?
Howdy and Yeehaw! Mayor Cliff Silverman at your service. If you don't mind I'd like to ask you a question. I already own horses and my lovely goat Sinclair but should I get a golden hamster as well? Thank you.
of COURSE!! is the hamster made of gold or is it just gold in color? either way i think you should go for it, the more friends the merrier!
Well hi there friend! My names Bryan. I wanted to ask y’all a quick question if that’s okay. I was wonderin if y’all ever heard of this thing called goat yoga. Friend o’ mine mentioned it but it don’t make no sense to me.
nice to meet you bryan!! i have heard of goat yoga but i’ve personally never tried it!! i like goats but i’m not sure how i’d feel having them walk all over me yknow? hope your day is well and your crops are plentiful 💗
my hobbies include designing nonsense slogans for shirts but i cannot take credit for this one because @alexthedrummerboy said the words “stay salami” to me first
[id: a waist-up drawing sparsely coloured in shades of pink of alex mercer from the show julie and the phantoms. he has a mildly serious expression on his face and is looking to the left. he is wearing a pink t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up that says “stay salami” on the chest. end id.]
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