“The softest hearts build the hardest shells "

💛 LOCKETHEARTFEARS // an independent , private , mututals - only rp blog for One ( 1 ) Serafina Schaeffer , a fandomless OC with verses in several horror / crime / thriller fandoms , as well as modern day lore . Written with love by Marie 💛

[locketheartfears]

❝𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 / 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 --

💛 LOCKETHEARTFEARS // an independent, private, mututals - only rp blog for One ( 1 ) Serafina Schaeffer, a fandomless OC with verses in several apocalypse / horror / crime / thriller fandoms, as well as modern day lore.  Written with love by MAGS 💛

-- 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 / 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞❞

ABOUT & RULES || MEMES

THIS BLOG IS CURRENTLY BEING REVAMPED! Please bear with me, thank you! 1/13/25

[locketheartfears]

Trust was a challenge Sera often grappled with. To let her guard down, even for a moment, was to consider someone an ally -- to consider someone less dangerous than the dead.

"I don't know if I can,"

She didn't exactly offer up a reason, not right away, but it was clear this girl had been through it. Then again, so had most.

Though few in words, Sera offered a half-hearted smile in an attempt to make herself seem less uneasy than she often came off..

"Haven't slept right in days anyway," She murmured. "You might as well turn in, unless you insist on stayin' up. D'ya really think there'll be people out this far? Livin', I mean..."

[m1tchpelet1er-deactivated202502]

he knew. he knew what it was like to not want to sleep, to no trust it. he knew what it felt like and it wasn't a good feeling. to be so exhausted that you just want to collapse and let the darkness swallow you up. but no, they had to keep moving most of the time. he turned his attention toward her when she spoke and inhaled deeply. ❝ i'm not sleeping. i'll still keep watch. ❞ he responded simply before he tilted his head. ❝ yes and no. maybe someone is doing what we're doing. hiding out and waiting for the morning so they could start moving again. ❞

[locketheartfears]

The blonde shifted, eyebrows furrowing a bit. Fine, she'd conceded. But she wasn't going to make it known right away. She was stubborn like that.

"What a shit way to live," Sera said, feeling as though spiders had crawled across her skin. She hated what had become of the world, but there was nothing left to do but adapt.

As Mitch took up post, she sat at a respectable distance. Not too close, but not too far, either.

As her chin rested on her tucked-up knees, she thought about how the world used to be -- not that she felt it did her any good now. She thought about the warm summers in her backyard, the farmers market she'd always wander around, and the old treehouse she'd hid in for years... but then she thought about the other things. She thought about her brother's relentless harassment and her parents neglect - the drugs and the impending divorce and the appearances they'd firmly upheld.

Serafina seemed to relax, despite her body language. Her facial features softened, giving way to a more vulnerable side of her. It felt as though the world had chewed her up, spit her out, and shaped her into her parents.

"I've struggled most of my life in one way or another, and even I had it better than most. I think the world just turns people cruel," She murmured suddenly. "It's a shame. I think you would've liked the softer me."

Her voice seemed to lose more of its southern twang, replaced with a silhouette of who she had been. That was, until she tensed up her muscles again, eyebrows drawing back together as she blinked the sleep away.

"Not that it matters."

[locketheartfears]

Like for a starter perhaps? Or for me to crawl into your DMs to plot?

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[feral-ballad]

Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “Places I’ve Contemplated Suicide Or Sent Nudes From”

[locketheartfears]

Me the second someone interacts with me in the year 2025 --

[m1tchpelet1er-deactivated202502]

@locketheartfears. SERAFINA.

mocha hues flickered toward the blond female briefly before he turned his attention back toward the window, peeking out through the blinds. thankfully, the last ones there had left some food and water for whoever popped in next, needing shelter for the evening or a day. he was glad they picked that house whilst separated. ❝ i'll keep watch. you can sleep. ❞

[locketheartfears]

Trust was a challenge Sera often grappled with. To let her guard down, even for a moment, was to consider someone an ally -- to consider someone less dangerous than the dead.

"I don't know if I can,"

She didn't exactly offer up a reason, not right away, but it was clear this girl had been through it. Then again, so had most.

Though few in words, Sera offered a half-hearted smile in an attempt to make herself seem less uneasy than she often came off..

"Haven't slept right in days anyway," She murmured. "You might as well turn in, unless you insist on stayin' up. D'ya really think there'll be people out this far? Livin', I mean..."

[spider-left-the-game-deactivate]

mutuals. c'mere. this is a checkpoint. i am checking in. i am wrapping you in a blanket and giving you a nice warm drink. also some pretty flowers. it will be ok.

[charitydingle]

The Walking Dead 1.06 “TS-19”

[locketheartfears]

I think one of my favorite things about writing Sera is that while our traumas are similar, we experience them in different ways, and therefore display resulting behaviors in different ways. I worry that she comes off as this mary-sue where she just fawns for anyone in her vicinitty, when the reality is she gets tragically attached to people, especially when they're not really all that great to her. She keeps hoping she can make them love her enough to change because she was constantly doing the same thing to get her parents attention growing up. Idk I just think it's fascinating and reflective to write, and I hope it comes across in my writing. I haven't written on here since before I was in college, and I took a lot of writing courses during that time!

[aloyhh]

"who hurt you?" me bro, i make horrible decisions.

[rpmemequeen]

send "tell me about" + a word (or phrase) and my muse will say something inspired by that word (or phrase)

[muppetshow2026]

they call me the problem ignorer for reasons that i know but dont feel like addressing right now

[zeenmrala]

being obsessed with your own OC is the most magical feeling

[huntedvideo]

it’s built up. it’s boiling. it festers like an open wound, it burns his chest. finley — the funny man, the one who laughs and smiles and pretends that everything’s alright — finds himself shaking. tremors run through his hands, his fingers. desperately he tries to hold it in. the anger. the guilt. every day he pushes down those feelings. he had a job to do; he didn’t have time to process the emotions that only seemed to get in his way, to slow him down. it’s the loss of his mother, the disappearance of his father, every single person he cared about losing their lives or their morality simply because he got too close to them. he tries and fails, over and over, and he is tired. exhausted, down to aging bones. and he can’t take it, anymore.

he starts to pace. back and forth, his fists now clenched at his side to keep them steady. it doesn’t work. face scrunches slightly, nose pinching, brows furrowing. his jaw begins to ache as it clenches, his steps gaining speed. why him? what has he done to deserve it? any of it? never has finley been one for self pity, but that is simply something he couldn’t understand, even now. thoughts seem to leave him entirely then, time slowing as he spins around. one fist flies into the mirror on the wall behind him, the man screaming, letting loose everything he’s held in for so long. he only feels the now bleeding slices across his knuckles as a dull sensation, occupied with tears that well and spill down his cheeks. shuttering breath is taken as he turns, and only then does he notice the other standing in his bedroom’s doorway.

where normally finley wouldn’t be able to shut up, now no words find him. instead, a sob wrenches through his body, the man desperately trying to hold himself together, and failing. you weren’t supposed to see that, he wanted to say. no one was supposed to see that. instead, watery eyes avoid the others as he finds two ashamed words to murmur into the space between them,  'i’m sorry,'     open.

[locketheartfears]

There was little that could hide from Sera.

Perceptive she was; she could feel the insidious itch of Finley's festering emotions beneath her own skin like a bad infection. It had lingered in her periphery all day.

The urge to to say something, to do something - it nagged at her constantly. She wanted to do something to distract him, or to bring down the tense air that threatened to choke her out. But this anger was deep, and there was little she felt she could do to right the universes' wrongs that had been wielded against Finley Stevens.

That night, she'd heard the pacing first. The young woman hardly recognized her surroundings, only the familiar sound above her head in her own family's home. Usually, things breaking followed. Serafina's stomach churned, and she quickly remembered she was no longer a child, and she was no longer home. Things were different, yet the same. But Finley -- he was her friend, he wouldn't hurt her like they did. Would he?

She pushed the thought away.

Despite every fiber in her body wanting to just wait out the storm across the house, she made her way to his bedroom, raising her hand to knock on the ajar door when she saw his fist colliding with the mirror. An unintended gasp escaped her, and she took a half-step back before pausing with wide, doe-like eyes. Heart pounding, she did her best to keep her breath and hands steady, just as she'd been trained to.

'You weren't supposed to see that,' he'd said.

"Jesus, Finley -"

Sera approached him cautiously, trying to read if it was safe to move her hands towards him. It would be a long night of him haphazardly picking glass out of himself if he did it alone. Something had to be done.

Sera cared about Finley, very much, and while she couldn't heal the wounds inside him, she could at least continue to try and patch up the ones on the outside. Damage control was what she did best, after all.

"You can't go hurting yourself like this," She murmured, an inflection of sternness in her voice hiding behind her concern. Sera couldn't bear to see him like this. "Forget about being sorry. Please, will you ... will you just let me help you? I'm here for you, you know this. Always, always. Remember?"

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

how long have you had that?

i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.

would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.

why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?

you didn't have to take that hit for me.

what are you hiding from me?

it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.

how long were you going to hide this from me?

at least let me look at it.

there. it looks much better.

this will help with the pain.

i'm forever in your debt.

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

is that your blood?

i've patched up nastier wounds than this.

stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

this is bad. this is really bad.

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.

we need to get you to a hospital.

how does it look? be honest.

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

it doesn't hurt that bad.

give me your hand. let me look at it.

who taught you how to patch a wound like that?

it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.

would you just let me help you? please?

you saved my life.

let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

see? that wasn't so bad after all.

i've seen worse.

take two of these and drink some water.

ow! that really hurt!

i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.

you're gonna have to take your shirt off.

well... it could have been worse.

it looks worse than it really is, i swear.

roll up your sleeve a little, will you?

does that feel all right?

i didn't even realize i was bleeding.

you could have been killed out there!

give me a second to patch this up.

don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.

i'm not giving up on you just yet.

you still need some time to heal.

i'm right here. i won't leave your side.

thank you for taking care of me.

if you can still hear me, help is on the way!

just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.

how long have i been out?

let me check for a fever.

did you patch this up?

i've had worse injuries than this.

where did you learn to do that?

take some deep breaths for me.

look at me. you're going to be fine.

hold still! stop moving around so much!

i'll take care of you.

what the hell were you thinking?

where does it hurt?

i'm so used to doing this myself.

lift up your shirt a little so i can see.

lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.

looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.

will you stay with me while i sleep?

no one's ever helped me like that before.

i would have died had it not been for you.

don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.

we have to be quick about this.

this could get bad.

[mcflymemes]

NOSFERATU PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the screenplay, adjust as necessary

i have felt you like a serpent crawling in my body.

love is inferior to you.

i am an appetite. nothing more.

you are my affliction.

even now we are fated.

you know nothing of him.

your passion is bound to me.

you cannot love.

i cannot be sated without you.

we must remain calm.

you know i love you both.

why do you hate me?

you have never liked me.

search everything.

this is madness!

i must see them!

don't touch me. i am not to be touched.

our love was supposed to be sacred.

kiss me.

i need no salvation.

you will put an end to all of this?

come to me.

hear my call.

you are not for the living.

do you swear it?

what's that, my love?

there is nothing to be afraid of.

take off your shoes.

i wish i could stay, my love.

i really must be off.

come in, come in.

i thank you for considering me.

you are too generous.

it will be a great adventure for you.

why have you killed these beautiful flowers?

let us put them in water.

forgive me.

throw them out.

you cannot leave.

i must tell you my dream.

please, no more of your childhood memories.

never speak these things aloud.

it is a foolish dream.

everything is well.

when i return, i will finally make something of myself.

i love you too much.

it's worth celebrating your adventure!

i envy you.

it's crushing, [name]. crushing.

i cannot resist her.

not another word.

do take care of [name].

there is a monster in the room.

we have each other.

you're hurting me.

i am proud of you.

please keep safe.

have you so little faith in me?

i promise.

remember, it's all for us.

you bring trouble with you.

i only wish to stay one night.

i have an audience at the castle.

leave here.

you are late.

i wish you to do as i request.

it's nothing.

come by the fire.

why ever did you bring that here?

you must put that away.

what might we do for you?

that was yesterday.

do you ever feel at times as if you were not a person?

we all feel out of sorts.

look at the sea!

i am not mad.

forgive me. everything i say sounds so childish.

how careless of me.

you are fortunate in your love.

i fear i am taken ill.

if it continues, let me know.

i have received nothing of any kind.

still no trace of him.

for heaven's sake, you cannot leave.

a moment longer... please.

i cannot resist you, my love.

can you tell me your name?

he is coming.

why haven't you told me?

i must leave!

i sensed something.

you look tired.

would you describe them to me?

tell me what you can. from the beginning.

this is no delusion.

the blood is the life.

i feared i'd never see you again.

what the devil is this?

it is past three o'clock in the morning!

forgive me for the troubles i have caused you.

get off me. give me room. i can't breathe.

you frightened me.

may i stay with you tonight?

thank you for loving me.

our spirits are one, so too shall be our flesh.

you are mine.