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[horrificmemes]

Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

[rpmemes-galore]

spooky scary haunted starters … sentence starters

“Did you call me?”

“Was that a scream?”

“Did you close that door?”

“It just turned on by itself!”

“I just saw that shadow move!”

“That was definitely not the wind.”

“It sounds like someone’s in here.”

“Is that… is that a face over there?”

“I heard breathing, right in my ear!”

“Ow! Something just scratched me!”

“I swear, I’m not joking, I saw it move!”

“Does it smell like perfume/cologne to you?”

“It’s not faulty wiring, something turned it off!”

“I didn’t slam the door. I thought that was you.”

“It feels creepy in here. Can we leave, please?”

“The lights are flickering… that’s not a good sign.”

“I could’ve sworn I heard someone talking in here.”

“There’s something standing at the foot of my bed…”

“There’s no one in here. You’re just imagining things.“

“But, there’s no one else here… who’s walking upstairs?”

“Listen, you might not believe me, but I know what I saw.”

“Wait, I thought you came home earlier. I heard your voice.”

“Haha, spooky message on the mirror, very funny. You wrote it, right?”

“It was your bright idea to use a spirit board, and now look what’s happening!”

[rpmemes-galore]

universal classic monster headcanon asks! 

Dracula: 

has your muse ever felt tied to something, unable to get away? ( a person / relationship, a fate, a place, ect. )  how did they break that tie, or do they still feel tied to it? 

The Mummy:

what is something your muse has lost and desperately wants to get back? what would they be willing to do to achieve this? 

Frankenstein:

if your muse had to choose, what three traits describe them the most? who taught them these traits, and who do they think had the most influence in making them who they are? 

The Wolf Man:

has your muse ever made a mistake that had lasting repercussions? what was it / were they? do they still regret their actions, or have they moved on? 

The Invisible Man:

does your muse feel unseen by the people around them? do they find it difficult to make others take notice of them? how does being ignored / unnoticed make them feel?

The Phantom of the Opera:

what aspect of your muse do they think is hardest for people to accept? do they try to keep it secret / are they afraid of being ostracized if it’s found out?

Creature from the Black Lagoon:

has your muse ever discovered / seen something unusual? did they try to tell anyone about it? how did others respond? 

[maximmulciber]

helloooo everyone i needed another knight so here he is! 

☆ ( diego luna, cismale, he/him ) ☆ that over there would be ( maxim mulciber ), the ( 45 ) year old ( pureblood ) who ( did ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( durmstrang ) and are a ( durmstrang ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( regimented ), yet ( inflexible ). they are a/an ( knight of walpurgis ) and also work as ( head of the department of magical law enforcement ). every time i see them, it’s like ( out of the black by royal blood ) is playing in my head. ( amber whiskey, time turners, bloody noses ). ☆ 

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[iridescentwrites]

☆ ( SARAH GADON, CISWOMAN, SHE/HER ) ☆ that over there would be ( OPHELIA LOVEGOOD ), the ( 29 ) year old ( HALF-BLOOD ) who ( DID ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( HOGWARTS ) and are a ( HUFFLEPUFF ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( OBSERVANT ), yet ( OPAQUE ). they are an ( ORDER OF THE PHOENIX MEMBER ) and also work as a ( HISTORIAN & WRITER ). every time i see them, it’s like ( BEGGIN FOR THREAD BY BANKS ) is playing in my head. ( haphazard stacks of books, satin pillowcases stained with oxblood lipstick, unreadable eyes of cornflower blue ). ☆ 

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[alastcrs]

☆ ( 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑵. 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑹. 𝑯𝑬/𝑯𝑰𝑴. ) ☆ that over there would be  𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 , the  𝟐𝟏  year old  𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝  who  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐭  fight during the global wizarding war. they attended  𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬  and are a  𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰  alum. which is fitting considering they are  𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 , yet  𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 . they are an  𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫  and also work as an  𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  . every time i see them, it’s like  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐟  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐛𝐲  𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜  𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐞  is playing in my head. ( 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ).

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[cyrilmalfoy]

For the last four years, Cyril Malfoy had been presumed dead after he completely disappeared. Cyril often disappeared, but the last time, not even his family or closest friends were able to contact him. He’d been kidnapped by former Grindelwald followers who were angry that he had brought in the last of the acolytes years ago. After his escape, Cyril discovered everyone thought he had died– so to keep from bringing up any more emotions, Cyril retired to a small home in Venice. Just that previous night though, Cyril received a call tipping him off that Michel Delacour was hurt. And that the Knights of Walpurgis and the Order of the Phoenix were going to need an experienced mediator as they attempted to work together against this new threat.

Cyril apparated to the site of a small pub where a supposed meeting was happening between both Knights and Order members to discuss the events of the rally. He pushed open the pub doors and smirked, “you’re telling me I only had to die for everyone to get in the same room?”

[ewanprwtt]

Ewan stood in the middle of the street, right in front where the door to the rally arena had been. It disappeared almost as soon as it appeared in the first place. He wondered if it had been a situation similar to the Room of Requirement– that the arena would reveal itself to someone that was in need of it. Ewan thought hard for a moment, he paced back and forth, and he thought even harder. After twenty minutes, he figured it was useless. A few people had been hanging around where the door to the arena had once been, only because the event was so absurd that they wondered if any of its darkness still lingered. “I think it’s time we turn in for the night.” Ewan sighed as he spoke to the people behind him who were also staring at the blank wall bewilderingly. “Drinks on me?” He offered.

[effiexpotter]

Effie opened up the Potter house to anyone who needed a bit of time to recollect and didn’t feel up to being alone. The first night after the rally had started to wind down after dinner, and all the adults were in the living room with some wine telling comforting stories. Effie had nearly gotten James down for bed, but the toddler climbed out of his crib and made his way back to the living room to fling himself into someone’s lap. “Merlin, I am so sorry. He’s usually far past being ready for bed but tonight his mind is elsewhere.” Effie forced a laugh so she didn’t seem so exhausted.

[florencerosier]

Florence’s workroom wasn’t the most comforting place. The walls were windowless, the place only lit by enchanted lanterns that hung from the ceiling in a pattern only recognizable to the metalworker. There weren’t many places to sit nor lounge, as Florence didn’t particularly enjoy when customers would linger, and yet, she had offered the place as a sort of sanctum for knights who needed to take some time to get away. She’d cancelled all of her meetings for the week, so any knight who popped in could do so knowing there would be privacy. Florence had no homemaking instinct, but she understood what people needed in a crisis: quiet, sustenance, and reassurance. There were a few enchanted plates and goblets - inspired by the place settings at Hogwarts, though without any of the restrictions in place for children - and she’d summoned a small couch for a person or two to sprawl. As for reassurance, well, Florence wasn’t a part of the knights for her pep talks, but she wasn’t cruel to her fellow purists. She could reassure them this, at least: once they figured out who was behind the attack, they were going to make them suffer.

She was bent over a particularly tricky hand mirror when she heard the footsteps coming from her fireplace. “Make yourself at home,” she called, not quite ready to stop tinkering. “I’ll be with you in a moment.” Brow furrowed, she tapped the midsection of the handle, jumping back slightly when the metal sparked. “Fine,” she muttered, “I’ll deal with you later.” Florence wiped her hands on her apron, lifting her glasses to rest on the top of her head, and turned to face her guest. “Welcome.” With a wave of her wand, she closed the Floo. “Did you want to talk, or did you want some silence?”

[cyrilmalfoy]

i could not resist and picked up my final character!! pls like this post and i’ll mssg u on discord for plots! <3

☆ ( michael trevino, cis male, he/him) ☆ that over there would be ( cyril malfoy ), the ( 32 ) year old ( pureblood ) who ( did ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( hogwarts ) and are a ( gryffindor ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( honorable ), yet ( fleeting ). they are ( non-affiliated ) and also work as a ( mercenary ). every time i see them, it’s like ( o children by nick cave & the bad seeds ) is playing in my head. ( war stories by the fire, tattoo sleeves on both arms, and a warm comforting laugh. ). ☆ ( marlene, 21, she/her, & pst).

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[florencerosier]

ROSIER DOSSIER ; an intro

☆ ( SANDRA OH, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) ☆ that over there would be ( FLORENCE ROSIER ), the ( 48 ) year old ( PUREBLOOD ) who ( DID ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( HOGWARTS ) and are a ( SLYTHERIN ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( SILVER-TONGUED ), yet ( CONTROLLING ). they are a/an ( KNIGHT OF WALPURGIS ) and also work as a ( METAL CHARMER ). every time i see them, it’s like ( COMME DES GARCONES by RINA SAWAYAMA ) is playing in my head. ( a withering glare, fingertips gliding down the arm, the burn of whiskey, a pleased smile that doesn’t reach the eyes ).

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[lyallslvpin]

Before he could even form a genuine reaction to what he’d just heard, Lyall felt a cold sweat suddenly thrust upon him. His vision started to blur, and then the crowd around him went into an uproar. Lyall staggered around the rows of empty seats, tripping over people who had fainted or simply given up all together. To no surprise, fights started to break out almost left and right. They were all truly equal now, just like the man wanted. Lyall liked to think he’d survive without magic– in fact, he thought often of leaving this world and to live as a muggle with Hope and Remus at his side. However, the way he was feeling at that moment made him sick and it made him jumpy.

He pointed his useless wand at a group of fighting crowd members, but from Lyall’s distorted point of view– he saw them coming straight for him. “Stay back!” He screamed, sweat beading down his forehead. “Stay back or I swear to Merlin!–”

[leomlarson]

Lucette was sure that she had splinched off at least half of a fingernail in her haste to apparate to the arena, but she couldn’t possibly bring herself to care. As she pushed her way to the front of a growing crowd, she could feel fatigue making all of her movements sluggish, threatening to pull her straight into the ground. She’d been perfectly fine until less than an hour ago, when her Veela magic had started to set itself off erratically – wings and fangs threatening to grow, fingers sending of sparks – and exhaustion and fear crashed into her like a giant wave. She knew immediately that the feelings weren’t really hers, though – they were coming from her twin, a byproduct of the strange empathic connection they’d always had. All of Michel’s anguish was now hers too.

“What is this? What’s going on?” she demanded to no one in particular, voice hoarse, when she made it to the front. “What the hell is everyone standing around for? My brother is in there, I need to get inside!”

[ofravennas]

     Even in her darkest, most twisted, revolting nightmare of days, Ravenna had never cursed so much. For a woman who’d spent her whole life watching her every word and choosing her phrases as carefully as humanly possible in order to keep her polite facade intact, she found a different kind of curse a lot more enticing. She’d never cared about other people’s using of them, though more often than not found them to be an indication that the other person had the range of expression of a child. Even in her darkest torments of others, or even when her plans didn’t go exactly how she’d expected, she’d never cursed. Until now. For someone who’d crafted the perfect character for the past twenty-eight years, she was too quick ( for her taste, even ) to let her mask fall off as soon as she recovered from the draining feeling of something being taken from her. 

     As soon as she was able to stand up properly, Ravenna clutched onto the first limb she saw; an arm belonging to– ah. She’d move on to some unluckier strangers later – not doubt the shiny, sharp dragger in her pocket would see more blood today than ever before. Hazel hues penetrated into the opposite set of eyes with a fury she’d only ever shown herself and her late victims. Her intense glare screamed I’m going for revenge and I’ll have their head to attest to my victory. “Mother– fucker,” she hissed through gritted teeth, nails nearly digging into the other’s arm. “Who was that?” I want to know whose name to add to my list.

[leomlarson]

☆ ( 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑯𝒀, 𝑪𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵, 𝑺𝑯𝑬/𝑯𝑬𝑹 ) ☆ that over there would be  𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫 , the  𝟑𝟏  year old  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐚  who  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐭  fight during the global wizarding war. they attended  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬  and are a  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞  alum. which is fitting considering they are  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 , yet  𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 . they are  𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  and also work as a  𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥  𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐭 . every time i see them, it’s like  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞  𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨  𝐛𝐲  𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲  𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐬  is playing in my head. ( 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 ).

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