#aster maddox

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Just some character vibes for the girl punk novel.✝️🥀🦑

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The absolutely insane thing is I’ve written the girl punk novel with My Chem as a baseline framework and sprinkle in things here and there to change it up and make it unique, like giving Finn teal tips in her hair. And then I’ll go back and stumble upon interviews where Gerard has teal roots and I’m like son of a BITCH!

So when I started fleshing out The Crossroad Burials, I absolutely gave Aster Gerard Way’s performance style, but wanted to set him apart a little bit by having him start out in the scene with much more genderfuck style where he was wearing leather skirts and lipstick and the whole nine yards. And I thought to myself, “Gee never went onstage in a skirt and fishnets”, but the sentiment was always there in everything he did. And I wanted to capture that in a character who was brave enough to step onstage and present more feminine in 2003.

But here we are, in 2022 and Gerard feels confident and safe enough on that stage to put on a dress and strut around and leap and twirl and I just… the power of prophecy at my fingertips… But also, it’s always been there, within him. He sings about dresses and talks openly about presenting feminine all the time. It was always there. He just finally gets to do it on stage now and you know what? I haven’t heard a single person say a negative thing about it. After years of MCR being considered a joke, this is a Big. Fucking. Deal.

I don’t have to make up fictional scenarios in my head where I wished musicians like Gerard could present exactly how they want anymore, because it’s real. It’s happening. And I can’t wait to write about this benchmark in emo history in one of my future novels. 🖤

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Ah the absolutely horrifying truth that I’m so deeply into Logan Echolls this time around because I too am writing about a broody asshole with severe daddy issues who falls head over heels for the cute blonde girl who helps him potentially find his mom when nobody else bothered to take him seriously... My Type runs deep, it appears...

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deleting my dating apps cuz I wanna meet someone the old fashioned way (meeting my teen idol backstage at a rock concert, where the show is cut short because his sister tried to kill him on stage––an experience so traumatizing, I start a band to cope with the grief, and he eventually gives us our big break, opening for his comeback tour and we go on to write an album together in a haunted mansion hellbent on killing us)

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*applies Ophelia Floating Face Up in a Lake Surrounded By Flowers aesthetic to Aster Maddox and unleashes a single emo tear*

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You ever just listen to Carly Rae Jepsen and unlock the secret romantic dialogue in your brain??? Cuz...

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Not to flex on my favourite scene in the girl punk novel, but......!

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The crowd screams for Grace she saunters over to her brother, running a devious finger up his spine. Aster beams back at her as he screeches out the lyrics, challenging her with a riff.

They stand opposing each other, one-upping one another on their paired instruments, drawing howls of laughter and applause from the audience. Finally, Grace signals she’s had enough, playing along to match the lyrics.

But a straw man’s a fragile thing And there’s an easy way to lay him low

She lingers close by, her chin tucked against the crook of his neck and when her head turns, her eyes are pure white, made even more brilliant by the swath of red rimming her lids. 

Aster’s expression is fond as he shakes his head at her. Grace releases him with a cheeky shove, right between the shoulder blades. He stumbles forward with the momentum.

…So strike a match …And watch …Him… BURN.

…And that’s when Aster Maddox goes up in flames.

–– Heaven’s Tiny Daggers | Sophie M.L. Pink