ALL THE TERROR & THE HORROR.

mumu blog for inferihq. MUSES: victoire weasley, jane longbottom, riley hayes-goldstein.

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giqqlewater:

“Ham? ‘Do I think that HAM is still making music?’“ Teddy pressed his lips together, actually concerned that Victoire had lost it because since when did lunch meat make music. “I think that Beyonce, Hayley Williams, and…ham aren’t the only people– and thing to make music, Toire. But i think they have have enough money to stay safe… haven’t you seen the movies? Americans are much more prepared for zombie apocalypse than us. Though I suppose ham…has a few different dangers to look out for…like running out of bread or mayo.” He chuckled despite trying to hold back any laughter.

“I think that Beyonce, Hayley Williams and ham aren’t the only people and thing to make music, ‘Toire,” Vic mocked him, trying not to give him the satisfaction of actually laughing at his shitty dad jokes. If she laughed at one? It’d be a spiral, and she couldn’t have that. “You are such a HOOT, Teddy. Hilarious. You’re right ... only to an extent.... though. They’ve got tons of shit for zombie protection. We only got that weird TV show ‘In the Flesh’ that didn’t even go through anything regarding survival tips.”

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theselostandbrokenhearts:

Lu looked up at Vic, expression aghast with this sudden and very unwelcome thought. “Beyonce as an Inferi makes this whole thing even worse. And I didn’t think it could get worse, Vic!” She rubbed her hands together, trying to figure out if there was a way to find out what happened to the people on the outside. “I mean, how are we supposed to find out what happened to them? Like, we can’t just go off and look for them.”

Thank Merlin that at least Lucy got it. It was a relief, that Lucy could understand her whimsy the way she did. “I know, it really would just... crush us all. The morale of the world due to Beyonce being an Inferi? Lower than ever.” Sighing, Vic tried to think of some what they’d be able to find out what they desperately needed to. “I’ve been trying to think of something but one, we don’t have any AI’s lying around or, erm, y’know, fucking advanced technology so all my damn plans are then thrown out the window. I wish there was a way to portkey across the pond. Something. I keep finding it so odd that we’re not even aware if anyone besides us is alive.”

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domweasleyd:

Dom’s face spread into a broad grin as she spotted her sister. Victoire never failed to make her feel better. Quickly, she snatched the jacket off the pile of work she was sewing, hoping it hadn’t caught on anything. Thank goodness. It hadn’t. That was certainly a relief. She nodded as she listened, fingering the rip gingerly. “Saint Laurent. Wooh.” Dominique whistled appreciatively, folding it slightly over one arm and using the other to conjure measuring tape. “I’ll get it fixed up by tonight, I think. The hardest part will be recreating the stitching so that it’s stylish and still strong.” At least, that was her assessment for now. It would mean a skipped dinner, but that’s the kind of thing you did for your sister. “Anyways, what’s happening?” She gestured towards the window. “Have you been - successful?”

There was so much love that Victoire felt for Dom, even in the smallest things she did, the way Vic could talk about something serious, painful, and important to her and Dom just took it easily -- finding a way to make the weight of it all less heavy. She hoped she could do the same for her sister, she hoped she could be there. “You’re literally Wonderwoman and Shuri combined. Thank you so much, Dom, truly, you know it means the world. Just do your best, and if you need me to get anything for you while you work, I’ll hop to it.” At the other’s question, Vic didn’t know what to say. Everyday it felt as if they were less and less successful while the world deteriorated around them. “Successful with what, exactly? I feel like we’ve been barely holding onto our existence, especially considering I don’t think we’re even close to a cure. Though, I dunno about that really ‘cause I’m not in the Research Division, but.”

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sectvmsemprvs:

Nadia had tuned her out for as long as she could, but in typical Weasley fashion, Victoire only seemed to grow louder the longer she was ignored. Setting her quill down as sternly as she could, she finally spoke. “Are you finished, Victoire? Some of us are trying to work.” Heaving a sigh, she continued, “I’m sure Beyonce was a top priority of MACUSA. Americans tend to worship their celebrities a little more than we do—-now that we’ve settled that, will you be quiet?”

“Me? Quiet? Nadia, Nadia, have you ever known me to be quiet?” Vic couldn’t help but smile, though she forced herself to suppress a laugh because she didn’t need to be Nadia’s Zabini’s Public Enemy Number One -- though she didn’t particularly mind. Pushing Nadia’s buttons was fun, especially considering that they’d be family soon. “So, you think they dropped the Statue of Secrecy for Beyonce? Maybe Rumi and Sir ended up being magical and they let her in. Either way, I’m not bothered.”

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fidclivs:

louis wasn’t exactly sure what had brought on vic’s outburst. but then again it was vic she didn’t exactly need a reason. “vic, we can’t exactly leave just to make sure your favorite musicians are still alive…” he said slowly. he wouldn’t put it past her to do just exactly that, though. vic had always been one to jump in feet first and think later. “i’m sure that beyonce and HAIM and hayley williams are all alive and well.” no, he wasn’t but louis wasn’t sure he wanted to follow this conversation to it’s logical end.

“We can’t?” Though Vic knew he was right, she couldn’t help but tease especially because it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, her actually attempting to find out the truth of what had happened to everyone she’d mentioned. “Okay, but, if I was a zombie? I’d be trying to get a BITE of Beyonce so I don’t know how you could p o s s i b l y say that. I’d want to rip out Hayley’s vocal chords so I could have her voice. I dunno, and HAIM? You might be right, they’re some normal looking white girls who’d be able to hide out somewhere.” Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and looked at Louis, “anyone you think is safe, or rather, not safe during the apocalypse?”

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sectvmsemprvs:

“And then the inferi and I reached for the bag at the same time—clearly she’d been a fashionista before she died—-but I got there first, and in my attempt to get away, was grievously injured. But, as my evil, heartless, soulless mother used to say ‘beauty is painful, Valeria’ and even though she was fifty shades of sadistic, in this case it was a good point, so….” Val gestured to her broken leg, encased in a strange plastic boot the muggle healer swore by (though with Pomfrey’s help, she would only be wearing it for a week) and sighed. Her eyes narrowed after a moment, and she waved her crutch haphazardly, “Are you laughing at me? Don’t make me smack you with these, I was a beater you know!”

“I just think you’re hilarious, Val, that’s all,” it was true, sometimes she imagined that if the trashy reality TV shows her and Albus used to watch were still on -- Val would be perfect for them. “I’m laughing at you fondly? I suppose. I promise I’m not mocking you in the slightest, though I do apologize if it comes off at all rude.” Jane got up to go inspect the boot -- though she had seen them before and used them before, especially more recently, muggle medicine always fascinated her. “Is that.... velcro? Or should I say.... Valcro.”

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lxrcanscamanderx:

Lorcan had been looking around for his twin with full intent to give him a good kick in the rear for leaving a total mess the night before. Opposite sides of the coin, they always were. And Lorcan was intent on giving him all the what-for he could muster when he came round a corner and smack into someone else. “Hell, I apologize.” He muttered, helping them keep their balance, a hand on either shoulder. “Fire and brimstone are lit in me at the moment, I’ve lost my ability to properly watch where I’m going.”

“It’s fine, Lorcan, really, a patient I had hit in me in the face the other day so I’m practically ready for combat,” Jane appreciated him steadying her, as the bump paired with exhaustion did knock her out a bit -- even though she wasn’t going to admit it. “Are you alright? What are you up to that’s lit such a fire under your bum?”

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domweasleyd:

Dom turned as she heard the door chime. She’d charmed it to ring whenever someone entered the classroom that was acting as her tailoring shop. It was a reminder of what she’d had, back in Diagon. Back when things were…never mind. Despite being there for nearly a year, it was still a messy set-up. Fabrics either lay on wonky shelves, the edges of the rolls draping over the side, or floated in a corner of the room. With borrowed curtains from the hospital wing, she’d set up makeshift change-rooms. One type of each robe style hung off old dummies, taken from the storage facilities, once used for Defence Against the Dark Arts. It was hardly enough to break even - charging extraordinary prices wasn’t something she could do in good conscience, even if it was a smart business move - but at least it was something to keep her occupied. She flicked her wand and moved out from behind the counter, a measuring tape shooting into her hand. “May I help you?” she asked.

Victoire burst into the room before spinning in a circle, her arms in an upwards oval shape as if she was a ballerina. Bowing, she smiled at her sister, walking over, observing the work around her. "Yes, you may!” Taking off her jacket, she put it smack dab on the counter in front of her sister carelessly, not giving a care to the work under it. “There’s a tear here after a fucking Inferi tried to steal my jacket and this is a really fucking nice jacket, Dom, this is one of the one’s Aster picked out for me so,” she stopped a moment before moving on, “In Aster’s memory I know they’d want me to take better care of it. It’s Saint Laurent. Even got it embroidered for me.” Sighing, she bounced up on her tip pee toes, looking at the rest of the work around them. “Ooo, that’s pretty, that reminds me of the dress Aunt Hermione told us about that she wore at the Yule Ball during the Goblet of Fire.”

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“But, okay, do you think that HAIM is still alive out there making music? Because I don’t want to live in a world without HAIM. Oh god, do you think ... Beyonce is ... an Inferi? Please tell me that Beyonce is NOT an Inferi.” Victoire’s mouth went as fast has her mind, a mile a minute as she earnestly felt distraught by the words she was saying. “Oh my fucking god, do you think..... Hayley Williams is an Inferi? We HAVE to find out! I can’t stand being in his damn castle wondering who’s alive, if music is still alive or not. I need some news from the outside world or else I’ll go absolutely mad.” 

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VICTOIRE WEASLEY really is the spitting image of DICHEN LACHMAN, right? For someone only TWENTY-SEVEN years old, VIC has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that 1/8TH VEELA has been scraping by at the sanctuary since MARCH 2028, working as a SOLDIER in the DIVISION OF PROTECTION. SHE identifies as GENDERQUEER and is known to be RELENTLESS and SELF DESTRUCTIVE but also LOYAL and STRATEGIC. Best of luck surviving through this. 

CHARACTER INSPO: Mercutio ( R+J, some book influence, LITERALLY the only I really need ), Kady Orloff Diaz ( The Magicians ), Sara Lance ( Legends of Tomorrow )

PINTEREST: [ x ] 

Before I get into descriptions about her, I believe her function in the Order, and now the Division of Protections. Then after the breakout. Just some quick points about the NOW. After that will be characterization and base: 

 Was a Dragolonist traveling all sorts of places, living out her dream. She would consistently come home to visit her family, the love of her life Aster, who’s relationship I’ll get into more. When everything started to happen, she moved back home, finally settling down in Aster’s place ( it became theirs ) when it was once just a temp home. She didn’t sleep as she worked as a strategist for the Order, constantly thinking of ideas and plays, often visiting her family members at all hours of the night, patrolling, making sure they were okay. 

Aster Lestrange ( unless the name is diff PLS LMK JO ) and her were first friends because they watched as she struggled to charm her hair the way she wanted ( she’s NOT the best at Charms, especially when it came to hair coloring charms ). Here was this person, who offered to do her hair, who saw her chaos and found it intriguing. Who saw her in her entirety, the dark, the angry and she fell in love with them before she even knew she had. They were her best friend ( besides her bffs Nova & Lexie and all her lovely family members ) and were together. After school, she was constantly working on taking her career off the ground, but practically had all her things at Asterion’s. Vic didn’t want to get married at first, not a for a few years, but the fact was? She loved them and she knew that they were her soulmate. Her red string. They got married and Vic truly wondered why they hadn’t done so earlier.

 When the outbreak happened, she was scared and went to her dragon reserve in Romania to make sure the dragons were protected and her work archived and protected as well. She helped pioneer the movement to Hogwarts I imagine, and on the way, Aster died saving her life. At least, she thinks they died, as they protected her from an attack, was hurt, and just left. She knew them, she knew how much they cared about her but she aches and she hurts. Victoire broke down the minute she was safe in Hogwarts, the first time she’d cried that way in years, crying for what was probably hours. There’s a hope, because if anyone could still be alive it would be Aster who was brilliant beyond compare. Even though it’s nearing a year since she’s last seen them. Victoire doesn’t move on, doesn’t dye her hair different colors anymore as Aster had done it for years, even though it’s part of her it’s her version of mourning. Her hair back to it’s blonde reminds Victoire who she’s fighting for her besides her family, it’s the only grief she allows herself because she pushes forward. She has no option but to do so. 

The anger that had been quelled and somewhat more under control for years, reared it’s ugly head with a vengeance. Victoire became a soldier because she was a dueling beast on the field, coming back from every mission covered in blood, guts, everything often using the knife collection she has on top of magic.  I imagine that she’s also very much a fighter for them and protects people on supply runs, and while she wants to join the Government sector sometimes, she thinks of how much better Aster would be at the job instead. She has ideas, and her mind is strategic, but there’s not much strategy they can do when their main focus is on survival. While Vic tries to distract herself, when she’s not bothering & checking up on her family, she’s constantly training with with her wand and an array of muggle weapons. Over the last 8+ months, she’s sharpened her combat skills, learning all she can, pushing herself to exhaustion, because she can’t lose anyone else. She refuses to lose anyone else. 

Vic’s personality is a mixed bag, something I’ve described below, but the way she is with people she loves and trusts and vastly different to people she doesn’t. She fluctuates from loud and crass, to charming and easy to get long with, to angry, aggressive, and combative. Childlike to serious, all of this at the drop of a hat. Her emotions are all over the place, she knows it, and without a war propelling her and just endless killing and surviving she doesn’t think she’ll be able to get a handle on it soon. Vic is ride or die loyal, the family member you ask to help you bury a body, the family member who’ll fight anyone at any time for you and a hell of a lot smarter than she acts.

Character Name: Victoire Apolline Delacour-Weasley

VICTOIRE: Twenty-seven years of hearing stories about those who died on her ‘birthday’ before her. Over a decade of not celebrating it when she realized what it meant to others. Of course, she understands that this is the burden she carries – while her cousins bear namesakes of those who had fallen before them, she is the painful reminder of the day they lost people – so they could win freedom. She is the h e l l f i r e that is left after a victory, scorching technicolor brutal memories into the minds of those who were left behind. Still, she is a Victory none the less, and her family adopted her May 2nd, when she was a baby. They chose her instead of the pain, they named her after the good instead of seeing the bad. Though she’s an Aries, the day is both a special day of happiness & a day of reflection. A bitter reminder.   APOLLINE: The french derivative of the name Apollonia which comes from the Greek god, Apollo. Apollo, the god of the sun, prophecy, music, beauty, healing, poetry, plague and so much more. It could be said that Victoire is her own brand of beautiful – of course the Veela genes help ( or do they? ) but if there’s anything she’s gotten from this namesake it’s the love of music. She’s sure that if she wasn’t going to work with dragons when she was older it would be with music – something she practically speaks as a language. The name might sound too flowery or too soft for Victoire – but her grandmother from which she was given this name was still a Veela. She still had the siren song that was deadly to almost associated with her name. Still, just because Victoire is comparable to a constantly raging storm – she has times where parts of her mother and grandmother comes out.   DELACOUR: While she embraces the Weasley, Victoire also embraces her mother’s French heritage. If there’s anything of her mother, of this side of the family that comes out – it’s when she speaks French. She refuses to call her mother anything but maman, and will quickly switch to French around her during Weasley-Potter-Lupin gatherings at the burrow to make her feel even a little more comfortable. For Victoire, the Delacour name embodies softness and embodies femininity that she’s not always connected to. It reminds her that she’s not been alone in being discriminated against or objectified, that others understand what it’s like to be in her place to some extent. It’s then that she’s able to embrace the girl, that she’s able to feel like one and not always so at war with her body and herself. WEASLEY: If the other parts of her name didn’t already come with enough precedence – perhaps the name ‘Weasley’ was the icing on the cake. She couldn’t be prouder to be a Weasley, no matter how much fussing her grandmother does or how everyone is in everyone’s business – Victoire knows she is lucky. Vic is well aware of how privileged she is & how her infamous family of blood traitors are lucky to have the life they do. Even though she looked different from her immediate family, so did so many of her other extended family members. She took comfort in the fact that Weasley-Potters were a mixed bunch, in personality, in races, in ideals, and her being different was celebrated. There may have been a thirst to know her heritage the older she got, one that would later be quenched, but her real family were the Weasley’s. They chose her, they were better than her blood family ever was, not that she could remember them.

Pronouns & Gender:   She/Her or Gon/Gons. Victoire identifies as Genderqueer

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C h a n g i n g. From the minute Victoire was born, she was always fidgeting, always moving and her first display of magic was at 4 years old, when she tried to change her hair blue like Teddy’s. Instead, it changed her beautiful crop of dark brown into a dirty blonde. Often, she’d find herself envying Teddy’s abilities to change, feeling uncomfortable in her skin and angry that it wasn’t as easy for her. As she grew older, she came to understand  what her body was, what it would be and that she’d never be able to change herself like Teddy or change herself at all. Any change that she’d make would be permanent and she found herself not wanting that in the slightest. Not wanting to limit herself because while Victoire loved her feminine side  – there was something she felt growing in her soul that was just … something else. She felt there was just so much else she couldn’t define. Masculine, feminine, in between, she felt  comfortable in the fluidity of it all. It didn’t have a label but it became her, it was her, and it was confusing but it was who she was. Victoire did research and after a while the closest thing she could find to what she felt her gender was the term: genderqueer. Of course, after she realized this she told her parents, getting nothing but support from them. A reason they’ve let Victoire dye her hair so much and wear clothes that some parents would have heart attacks at, is so she feels like she has an option to be who she is. Even though they know that their child will be who she is with or without their permission, they figure helping her along the way in a world where there are many people who are against what her gender is & think it’s unnatural. They are Vic’s parents after all and after a war where they lost family and friends who gave their lives so their children could have freedom  – it seems trivial to ever fuss over something like gender. At twenty seven, Vic is more comfortable in herself but still struggles. She keeps it to herself instead of talking about her own dysphoria because it seems trivial compared the apocolypse going on around her, compared to so much else.

About/past: ( SELF HARM MENTION, VIOLENCE MENTION, MISOGYNY MENTION )

Stoℜm with skin. The performer. { Secret Strategist }. Masochistic with sadistic tendencies because she is just so filled with A N G E R ( being sexualized at a young age, her ass pinched on her first Hogsmeade trip, and so so much more that she doesn’t have a language to explain it in — only violent actions ). N o t that she’d let you know.  Warrior, no, VALKYRIE more of a DRAGON than a girl ( if she ever was a g i r l in the first place ), fiercely protective of the people she loves — and if you dare mess with her family, friends, or any of the sort, you better run for oblivion.  V I C T O R Y in her veins that she will hold onto until her dying breath.

Victoire Weasley is more than just a simple human being, she’s the true embodiment of what it means to be a storm with skin. Enigmatic even.

Victoire is quite sure of who she is, what she wants in life & what she will get,she’s quite sure of everything that she is —-

                 …but in those moments she blacks out in pure rage — she’s not so sure.

She’s h o r r i f i e d. In those moments where she looks for pain like she’s a drug addict and it’s her next fix, she mortified. She can’t remember how it quite started – a punch to the wall there after a fight, a purpose slap in the face, anything that released the rage she had. Victoire didn’t dare release it on the people she loved because she’d never be able to forgive herself for that, but it grew. The feeling grew and soon she had to hurt herself. But she can remember when she knew. When she needed reminders, when she needed blood and big bruises to litter her body. It’s something she’s so ashamed of, that she hasn’t let on to anyone. A reason Victoire craves fights and sometimes throws them is because of this masochistic need to hurt herself, to take a break from the anger – just letting people beat her to unconsciousness. Her anger is so great, so c o n s u m i n g, there’s the small hope if she finds a way to release it somehow – it’ll go away.

               “I will always scare; and more than anyone else — myself.”

It was in House of Serpents that she learned there is grey. There is moral grey, and it’s where she lives. With a heart so big, so W I D E, that even she doesn’t realize it’s part of the reason her anger can consume her. Feeling things for Victoire Weasley is never half arsed, it’s full arsed, and her passion, her ambition, could be the death of her. Her ambition to save the ones she loves, to protect her family. F a m i l y. A word redefined by Victoire fucking Weasley.

But when you meet her, she’ll s m i l e. She’ll laugh, she’ll charm you if she needs to and she’ll talk about the fact that Freddie Mercury is much more interesting than John Lennon, thank you very much. How Johnny Cash, Jeff Buckley, Arctic Monkeys, HAIM, and Aerosmith should be listened to at least once a day and how if she wanted anyone’s singing voice besides Freddie’s, it would be Hayley Williams, no doubt. She’d take off her shirt to show you the tattoos that run down her back, tell you about the ones that s n a k e down shoulders, arms, legs and how they’re ones dedicated to each and every one of her family members. For her best friends. For the person she loves. With child like w o n d e r m e n t and pure genuine glee, she’ll talk about her dragon, Mercury, and how her and Hagrid had planned to try to start a campaign to get real dragons at Hogwarts — or at least they had. Never has she doubted being a Dragonologist and never has she had so much peace.

                    Then, the war broke out bringing Inferi with it. 

She had to put herself together, she had to keep herself more composed. Louis needed her. Dominique needed her. Aster needed her. They all did. 

& she is now a hurricane. Controlled chaos because despite it all, she was a Slytherin for a reason. She’s manipulative, cunning, a silver tongue used mostly for words, and she felt she needed to become some sort of matriarch. There were crushing expectations that were supposed to do just that but  were thrown out the window since day one. Now, the expectations of being Victoire Weasley must be embraced. Now, they are because her family needs her, and she finally can be what they wanted her to be. A leader of sorts. Their VICTORY. Beneath the chaos is kindness she shows to people, is the gentle touch and wise words that make you wonder — who exactly is Victoire Weasley?

Maybe she was born for battle. Valkyrie. “Fear doesn’t shut you down, it wakes you up.”

( For once, the storm that c o n s t a n t l y raged around in Victoire’s mind started to quell, a soft smile dawning on her face like a pink sunrise. The memory rushed back to her, it calmed her.

“I remember the first time I visited Uncle Charlie in Romania. And the dragons. So many fucking dragons.” Blue eyes light up, because this — this is her niche. Her favorite area to talk about, it’s what she knew — dragons.

“I remember seeing fire and just — I wrote to everyone everyday, I made Uncle Charlie take a million bloody pictures of me. Coming home, I wouldn’t shut up about them. I’d even forgotten to dye my hair that summer. Look —” She shrugs, the smile blossoming into something so genuine, so effervescent, the personification of someone who talks about what they’re passionate about, really. “ — I’ve gone there every summer since. And I’m going to let you in on a little secret, “

For a moment, Vic’s sure that she’ll open up, actually let someone in on a piece of her special world, in a crevice of her mind. But she can’t. She can’t talk about the fact that going to Uncle Charlie’s is the only place she feels calm, where she doesn’t feel a war in her brain that translates into bruised knuckles due to bar fights. How she likes the pain, that maybe she’s masochistic, deeply so. No, instead, there’s the m i s c h i e v o u s glint in her eyes as she simply says, “ — the Romanian Longhorn is much prettier than they are dangerous. “

            The same couldn’t be said for Victoire Weasley. )

A hurricane, in the middle of a chaos, who came to find that maybe she was born to fight.

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RILEY HAYES-GOLDSTEIN really is the spitting image of MARGARET QUALLEY, right? For someone only EIGHTEEN ( VIRGO ) years old, RILEY has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that HALFBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary since MARCH, 2028, working as a SUPPLY RUNNER in the DIVISION OF FORAGE. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is known to be SARDONIC and PESSIMISTIC but also WITTY and MORALLY RESPONSIBLE. Best of luck surviving through this.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Daria ( Daria ), Seth Cohen ( The OC ), Veronica Sawyer ( Heathers ), Ron Swanson ( Parks & Rec ), Rory Gilmore ( Gilmore Girls ), Pam Beasley ( The Office )

PINTREST: [ x ]

TRIGGERS: parental abandonment, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

LIKES & INTERESTS: Cult Classics - Movies ( Heathers, Dead Poets Society, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Buellers Day Off, Cruel Intentions, The Breakfast Club, Almost Famous ), Blue raspberry Slushies, Donuts, Judaism, Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Smiths, the color blue, writing poetry, e. e. cummings, art museums, greek mythology, rmemes, Rolling joints on her favorite books, biblical mythology, astronomy, astrology ( she finds it very entertaining in a mocking way and would never admit there’s a small part of her that enjoys it ), Star Wars, black cats, black cats named Boggart, black nail polish, tattoos, carnivals, comic books, ferris wheels, puns, the sea, jellyfish, NPR every morning, going to the beach at twilight, 4 am drives, 5am runs, spliff.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Observant, Cooperative, Strategic, Witty, Intelligent, Resilient, Responsible.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reserved, Pessimistic, Sardonic, Secretive, Curious ( it will get her into trouble ), Awkward, Suspicious.

When you meet Riley Hayes, a picturesque childhood in a picturesque suburbia is not what you would expect and yet it was exactly what she had. Born on the cusp of summer and fall, Rachel and Christopher were over the moon to have their daughter born on August 28, 2010. Finally, a child to complete the perfect family unit. Maybe they had hoped for a boy despite what science said ( hence the name Riley & a full name for a boy they had prepared ) but, they had a daughter and for the first ten years of her life they pampered her greatly. Trips to the coast every summer to visit his side of the family where Riley was praised for being such a pretty, good girl, and what seemed like infinite love from her father was doled out as long as she was what he wanted her to be. The younger girl was cooperative, it was in her nature it seemed, because she loved seeing her parents happy with each other. As long as Riley stayed within the lines, stayed within Christopher’s lines at least, everything would be well. Even when Riley started to develop a few habits and interests that were off the wall, he brushed them aside as childhood obsessions. Never could he accept his family for what they were which is exactly why he left.

The ugly truth was, Riley was an accident and the picture painted had been a lie – not that Riley knew until then. While she knew they had gotten married young she’d never known how much exactly her mother had given up to be with her father. Rachel Hayes had left her family, forsaken her religion ( as Christopher was a very religious Christian man ), the semi famous Goldstein Wizarding name, and moved down south into this suburbia all with the promise of a family. The biggest thing? Magic. When Christopher left a year before Riley entered Hogwarts school, Riley was forced to grow up and pick up the pieces of a broken lost woman who simply couldn’t find herself in the rubble that was the aftermath of her father leaving. But finding out she was an accident was the least of her worries. No matter how much poetry she wrote trying to figure out her mind, oftentimes thinking she was losing it, something within her was different, something within her felt different.

It took a few months to coax the why from her mother, and truly she was her caretaker. It wasn’t until her 10th birthday when she got the letter from Ilvermony that she realized what exactly was off. When she confronted her mother – her mother just poured everything out to her. Who Riley was, who her family was, what she was doing with her life before she met Christopher. At first, Riley couldn’t believe it – – she’d grown up hiding comics under her bed, hiding anything about the supernatural away. Even if her whole life she had felt a weird pull to these people who didn’t belong in her comics, these freaks, she never in her wildest dreams thought she’d have something in common with them. It all made sense though, and finally the pieces of her life started to come together. Riley knew what she had to do, so at the age of 10, she went with her mother to Wizarding NYC to try to find out more. To try to find the family her mother left behind.

After that, everything fell into place – her family was beyond accepting, even if they gave her shit, more than she’d ever known from her dad’s family and her mom started to get better as she become more true to herself. The family reconciled, helping Riley and Rachel move into a flat in NYC, in Chinatown. Rachel got a job at the ministry as an assistant and with the help of some family members and Riley started to prepare for school Wizarding School. She’d never been more happy in her life. New York City was her home, more than her podunk shitty town ever had, and she felt a freedom that made her wander the city, she felt a freedom to finally be herself. The only issue then? Riley wanted to go to a school far away from everything, because even if New York was her home, she needed to a break from being in the states. A break from all these people who knew who her family was & really, a place that was her own to find her own in the world. Easily, she picked Hogwarts and was delighted when they accepted her no matter how far she was. Hufflepuff was the perfect house for her, even if she wasn’t the most conventional or stereotypical kind of one.

For years, she pushed away a lot of the pain she felt – she figured her pain was her own, it was selfish of her to dwell on it or even think about it when she had this new fantastic life. Only in her poetry would she divulge her feelings, only her poetry knew that she felt inexplicably lost in the world the more she saw it. Around her 14th birthday, she met two boys in school who were a bit older than her but the twins ended up being her half-brothers -- as they found they shared a father. A scumbag father who’d also been horrible to them. It was then that Riley wanted to distance herself from her father even more, fiercely signing and writing her last name as Hayes-Goldstein or just Goldstein when she could get away with it.

The thing was, the reminder of her father, the reminder that he was out there ruining more people’s lives, that he was out there spawning more children really intensely messed with Riley’s head. Why wasn’t she good enough for him to stay? Why couldn’t they have been enough? It was stupid, but the thoughts started to consume her and the lost feeling just got bigger. Picking up vices like smoking, smoking pot, drinking beer like she was her own father after a long day of work, anything to escape the feeling that she didn’t really have a place in this world. Not one she could see. What was she even going to do with her life after school? What did she have to offer the world? A loneliness she could not shake slept with her at night like any blanket did, every day felt like she was smothered. Every day there was a new realization that she didn’t know what the hell she wanted to do with her life, and that she didn’t really have a place in the world. When the climate in the Wizarding World of England became a developing war zone, Riley wanted nothing to do with it but because of who she was – because of what her religion reminded of her – she couldn’t just stand idly by. Riley knew that even if she was Neutral, she would fight with her friends if need be, but nothing prepared for a zombie outbreak.

She had stayed in the UK for the family she’d now made there, the dude squad, her cousins, her brothers, her best friend Isa Potter was there as well. She’d just finished transitioning moving into their new place when the news hit and things spiraled from there, staying by Isa’s side the whole way. Now, she’s been at the castle and misses her old life, more so the comforts of it. Netflix. Memes. Accommodations and not having to worry about the end of the world truly being torn apart - and end near. Riley is beyond fucked up and freaked out by the idea of zombies, finding comfort in her religion but questioning it even further -- how could G-d allow this? She did what she could for the effort at Hogwarts, angry, scared, and simply trying to make sure the people she loves survives as well as herself.

ADDITIONAL INFO:

I once called her a Memelord Shitstain. I stand by that.

Cousin to Nathan Hayes! Also bigger roaster of Nathan Hayes!!

If Lana Del Rey and Weird Al’ Yankovic did a duet, that would be Riley’s vibe. LOL.

Never learned how to properly swim really but often dreams of water and loves water a lot. WILL DEADASS run in water and jump in it but doesn’t go too deep even though she wants to.

Riley is very content with the friends she has, the dudesquad, isa, she’s surprised she even has that many and Loves them. But Riley is becoming more open to people and friends as its the end of the world and WHY NOT? 

Riley has a natural inclination towards legilimency, her first sign of magic was actually poking around someone’s mind in a grocery store and influencing them to eat a random frozen meal on accident but it’s not a developed skill in the slightest and truthfully Riley doesn’t EVER want to go into it. It’s really not developed it’s just like a fun fact. a tidbit!

that’s all she wrote!! I hope this is good and please like this if you’d like to plot!!

[phantombones]

JANE LONGBOTTOM really is the spitting image of SEYCHELLE GABRIEL, right? For someone only TWENTY-TWO ( AQUARIUS/PISCES CUSP ) years old, JANEY has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that HALFBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary for EIGHT MONTHS now, working as a HEALER in the DIVISION OF HEALING. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is known to be PERSNICKETY and SELFLESS but also HARDWORKING and ALTRUISTIC. Best of luck surviving through this. 

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Cosette ( Les Misérables ), Beth Greene ( TWD ), Lexie Grey ( Grey’s Anatomy ), Emma Woodhouse ( Emma ), Steve Rogers ( MCU ), Kara Danvers ( DC ), Jemma Simmons ( Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ), Primrose Everdeen ( THG the Books )

PINTREST BOARD: [ x ]

- Jane was given so much, it almost a surprise that she didn’t up greedy & selfish. Whether it was the love her siblings & parents gave her, whether it was the individual little kindnesses in the world that seemed like man made moments of magic, For the first few years of her life, Jane was with a mother who didn’t know how to take care of her, though she desperately tried to. The woman was still dealing with emotional scars from the previous Wizarding War and got a job at The Leaky Cauldron -- where Hannah was now the owner. Hannah saw the woman have a hard time with her child, and let her bring the young girl to the Leaky so she could keep an eye on her. Jane was calm, collected and observant even as a child and extremely kind, always offering smiles and compliments to patrons. Always trying to help anyone who worked there, having the best intentions even if she sometimes accidentally got in the way. The Longbottoms had been looking to adopt another child for a while, so when the young mother confided in Hannah that she could no longer her child and didn’t know what to do -- The Longbottoms thought it was the perfect opportunity then, to try to adopt Jane and they ended up succeeding.

- [ OCD MENTION ] She was always so grateful and never bitter towards her biological mother, Hannah and Neville never were either, happy that they had Jane in their life and she grew up in a loving household nurturing  the heart full of love and kindness that she’d been born with. Her older brother Rhys was someone she was so fascinated with who was extremely protective of her and she loved her sister Violet’s personality, there was passion, love, support as well as someone who understood her. It was then she met her godbrother Albus as well, who was also adopted into one of the most famous families in the Wizarding World and the two became inseparable. When all her family was first shipped off to Hogwarts without her, Jane cried and missed them dearly. Yes, she had Albus, but he still had his sister and extensive family and while she felt close to the Wotters -- it wasn’t the same without her siblings. There was a guilt that she felt for not being more grateful. Jane started having obsessive thoughts and compulsions in an attempt to cope with the fears associated with her siblings both being away. Diagnosed with OCD at such a young age was an illuminating thing for Jane, her treatment process was something that further bonded her with Hannah. After months of treatments, exposure therapy, the support of her family & friends, and inner strength, Jane finally felt better and realizing all she wanted to do was give, and give that same healing power & love back to other people. It was clear in her mind then, she wanted to be Healer. It was her calling. [ END OF OCD MENTION ]

- Though Jane was incredibly well liked, she was also sometimes made fun of for naive brand of thinking, and though she had a pure innocence, she was not blind or unexperienced to hurt, mental suffering, and loss. She was underestimated by some as some saw her as a far too idealistic Hufflepuff, a naive girl, a perfect student and so altruistic & sweet it made your teeth rot. It was all genuine, kindness was her virtue and being kind to others even when they were unkind to her was something she frequently practiced. People thought her being a Healer wouldn’t work, they thought her meek, but Jane was even more hungry to prove herself, finding any way to advance & learn as quickly as she could to get to her goal as best & quickly as she could. Jane simply couldn’t wait. The hardwork paid off, and though Jane didn’t graduate early from Hogwarts, she had taken classes & done so many internships as well as pre-Healing programs over summers & during school ( helping in the infirmary with Miss Pomfrey kept her sane ) that she started her training immediately after school a year ahead. Her life was dedicated to that then, and the young girl many thought would probably faint at the sign of blood with how pristine she could act was always hands first in a body cavity doing what she had to. The first to respond to a scene that required extra care and thought. The first to get her scrubs beyond dirty and stained with blood if needed. Jane took authority, she was confident in a way that she didn’t display anywhere else.

- When the Inferi outbreak started, Jane had just finally graduated from the program and become a full fledged Healer with a research lab and a grant she’d gotten from the Ministry. She’d been focused on finding a way to cure Lycanthropy when people started coming in with weird symptoms, and bodies that didn’t look quite human started coming in ripped apart, missing organs. Jane kept calm, but deep in her gut she knew something was wrong and started preparing for the worse -- just as a precaution. It paid off, because when it was told that they Jane was one of the first people at Hogwarts helping set up the Division of Healing in Hogwarts, and has been there for 8 months since. Jane still is truly one of the nicest, kindest, selfless people you’ll ever meet  that it could kill her. Easily willing to help a person no matter what side they’re on, it’s hard for her to tolerate suffering in any capacity -- especially when doled out by brainwashed bigoted children. Jane is nonstop in working, she’s finally gotten to where she wants to start and she’ll be damned to let the world fall apart if she can help it. She wants to do anything she can to help the world and to help heal the people around her, and will do everything in her power to try.

RANDOM FACTS:

excellent chess player and hot chocolate maker

will try to set you up!!! even in this economy!! is so in love with people’s love life and would fuck around with the media bc she found them annoying but funny and always making assumptions so she just went with it and joked around fueling and feeding FAKE AF rumors

Her sexuality and her OCD were two things she had trouble thinking about and dealing with. Firstly, Jane had never really felt the same sexual attraction to people that everyone else had when she was in school. She could never imagine casually sleeping with someone and when someone mentioned a need for sex, Jane didn’t really understand it. She figured it’d come later, but it never did and for a while Jane felt broken by it, she felt scared that there was something deeply wrong with her. Albus was who she opened up to first, and he helped educate and reassure her that there was nothing wrong with her -- though she felt comforted it’s not something she’s thought about further. Especially during the zombie apocalypse. Her OCD now isn’t as compulsion driven now as it is obsessive thought centered. Survival mode is hard and definitely taking it’s toll on Jane, something she needs to take care of but feels she can’t. Other people are suffering more, they need her brain and they need her hands, she cannot think about things that will unravel her. So Jane pushes it down, as her anxiety grows and the number of hours she sleeps grows less and less.

but really if she sees two people who look cute and are acting cute together she’ll ship it

she really has no artistic talent??? she’s not the most knowledgeable on it either besides art from books like plays, but painting all that jazz?? how do u do that??

really pure, cinnamon roll, follows da rulez and probs tries to mother you like SHE WILL bc she cares so damn much

always always leads with her heart but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a sharp mind. she just prefers to lead with her heart and FEELS so much

will always be gentle and kind no matter what, it’s wild

loves herbology and likes potions a lot but jane really got good at it through hardwork, ambition to be a healer and curiousity.

imma stop now bc THATS  A LOT! but thank you for reading and if you’d like to plot just like this!! honestly ur the real mvp if u read this

[lifeinpoetry]

[12:13AM] revolution is a self-taught language and i’ve always been multilingual.

Elisa Luna-Ady, from “Voicemails I Left Myself on 10/9/16,” published in Vagabond City (via hooking)

[praying]

[bunchofrpmemes]

Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

[phantombones]

bunchofrpmemes:

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

[phantombones]

ungodlie:

Despite her nerves and racing heart, there was an unsettling stillness to Juliana’s hands. Soft, pristine skin glistened with red under the harsh light, and as she reached up to brush hair from her eyes, a streak of blood was left behind on her forehead. “No,” she said, more harshly than she meant to. If only the bleeding would stop, or even slow down, she could focus more on what Jane was saying and less on plugging the hole. “I don’t – - he came in like this. There wasn’t time.” When a grown man stumbled in with blood pouring out of his side, it became an act first, ask questions later situation. “No, I can’t – “ Juliana felt the panic flare in her chest. She took a deep breath. “He was leaning against a tree in the woods. He tried to speak, but it was only a gurgling sound, maybe a little blood.” She paused, and shot Jane a look. “What makes you think it’s a bullet that did this?”

“I think he’s got an empty gun holster, I doubt an Inferi would just leave him for dead in this good of condition. This man looks bad but an Inferi attack would look worse. Was there a gun on the scene? If he was defending himself from Inferi and got away his gun would still be on the scene, most likely. Unless Inferi can shoot guns now. My guess? He got shot at with his own gun or any gun. If there’s no exit wound then it’s lodged in there and we need to know what direction it was coming from,” Jane took a pair of scissors, cutting the shirt off of the person in front of them, while someone took his pulse, nodding that he was still alive. Despite how bloody he was, with flipping him lightly, there was no exit wound, “we need a Metal X-Ray Potion and someone to perform a spell to illuminate the metal in the body just so we can get an idea where it is but if he’s survived this long I think he’s got more time in him. Not much. After that, we might want to get some muggle doctors as he’s most likely a muggle. We need to get in control of this bleeding though,” she ended her hands pushing down on the wound. 

[phantombones]

crvores:

“Nah, Jane, I’m fine. Just peachy in fact.” He drummed is fingers on his forearm. “Luckily enough I’m not driving or apparating or riding a broom or performing surgery. Just reading things, occasionally writing something down.”

Jane gave a DISAPPROVING frown, even though she knew it made sense for all of them to be burning the midnight oil and then some -- she didn’t like it, even if she was still going herself. “What if I told you I’d sleep if you slept?”