ARE YOU ALONE?

stu macher, prince zuko, & ron weasley

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Was that [JACK KILMER]? Oh no no, that was just [RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [HARRY POTTER]. They are [TWENTY-TWO] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?

~ eight months

what is your character's job?

a cashier at weasleys’ wizard wheezes

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

it had been three years since the wizarding war ended and ron had become an auror alongside harry, life was finally some variation of calm and his successes recognized. it was the strangest thing, as he went to bed one night perfectly fine and awoke in what seemed to be a parallel universe. at first he thought that perhaps he was under a spell, but as time passes he finds himself more and more frustrated, trying to find his way out and survive as the muggles do.

has any magic affected your character?

n/a !

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Was that [WANG YIBO]? Oh no no, that was just [ZUKO], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER]. They are [TWENTY-ONE] years old and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?

two years now

what is your character's job?

he works as a waiter and cashier at the jasmine dragon tea shop

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

the war was over and he and his friends had come out victorious. finally, what they had been vying for was within reach and the calamity was over. it was as he kneeled to be crowned the fire lord that the world went black, and with it his memories gone before he reawoke in washington. 

has any magic affected your character?

the memories of his past life are gone, and with it he’s filled in the blanks with falsities that he believes make sense.

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mcrcki​:

tatum didn’t fully see him until she was nearly falling over his feet, catching herself on his shins as she pushed herself back up, his voice hitting her ears as her gaze met his. “are you– are you fucking kidding me?” her own leg shot out, kicking at his. “why the fuck would i wanna come to one of your parties, stu? you wanna lock me in a garage again?” she huffed, arms crossing over her chest. “come on, what is it? another big murder party or what?” she wasn’t going to get lulled into the same false sense of security that she did with billy, not letting herself fall for any tricks again, anger clear in her expression waiting to see what stu might have to say to talk around this. 

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His eyes don’t deceive him, but he barely moves from his position, a groan leaving his lips. “C’mon, Taty baby, that wasn’t even me! I busy hosting. You know I could never do that to ya, beautiful.” This was a lie, but there was no reason to hold onto the past. Sure, he probably would’ve felt more... not guilt per say but certainly something when killing Tatum, they’d spent a lot of time together, they were close. She was fun while what they had lasted. “It’s not a murder party!” He says exasperated, “How come no one wants to remember all the bangers I threw before the murder party?” He says before adding, slightly under his breath. “Besides, people around here seem annoyingly hard to kill.”

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mischiefmuses​:

Billy was still trying to find some balance. Being here without Stu, knowing he was alive again and no idea where his best friend was remained incredibly hard.  Sam was here and that was good because of the bond he was trying to build with his daughter. Trying to behave to have some sort of bond with his own kid. Luckily he had managed to steer clear of Sidney, Tatum, Randy and Jill’s friend so it was easier to just live his life. He was lucky he had met Jill because at least the two of them could talk about the difficulties. If he ever did see Stu that would have to be a conversation about his daughter… He had been in his own little world. Letting everything run through his mind. He was mid texting Elara when he suddenly tripped over someone’s feet. It was very much his fault but he was still quite easy to anger and turned to glare at the other. “Stu?”

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It took a little too long for his vision to prove him right, for him to process that he was, in fact, looking at his bestfriend for the first time in years. He practically tripped over his own feet standing up, not thinking before wrapping his arms around Billy and pulling him in. “Billy, holy shit! Where the hell have you been?” He asks, pulling away to look at him, his hand lightly patting his friend’s face. “You look exactly the same as when I last saw you.” It sounds a little wistful past his lips, a look of excitement and slight awe present on his face. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”

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recklcssabandon​:

“seriously?!” randy mumbled to himself as he nearly tripped over someone’s feet. rolling his eyes at the other’s question, he was more expecting an apology or something. it’s the least they could do. turning around to face the guy, randy froze, not expecting him to sit there. “yeah, because your last one was such a killer. no thanks. don’t feel like taking part of another bloodbath.”

Stu rolled his eyes, an easy shrug on his shoulders. “Don’t be such a little bitch, Randy, they’re all alive now, aren’t they?” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, as if this fact somehow cleanses the sins of that night at his house what was now, at least to him, years ago. “What’s with the people around here acting like death is the worst thing ever? Most of these motherfuckers died and came back from what I’ve gathered, so really, dying can’t be that scary. Pretty sure I did it myself, actually.” He says, a tone of subtle appreciation. “So why not party? You gotta come it’s semi-annual.” 

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nightwhispcrs​:

astrid was walking home from her shift at the french bistro where she’d recently started working, her hostess apron still spread ugly across her hips. mind irritated and preoccupied by the last rude patron she’d encountered that afternoon, she hardly noticed the man situated on the bench until her ankle made contact with his outstretched feet. before she had a moment to tell him off, he asked a question that made zero sense.  “i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,”  she huffed, eyes boring into him.  “but i can assure you, i’m not interested in your shindig.”  for a moment, astrid thought maybe he was trying to do a clever play on words, but she quickly waved it off. that was giving him too much credit. 

“Oh, feisty.” He says appreciatively with a flourish of a hand motion signaling a claw through the air. He liked ‘em feisty. He sat up straight, pulling his legs out of the walkway and putting his chin on his palms as he leaned towards his newest unwitting companion. “C’mon now, I throw the spiciest gigs in town, ask anyone.” ‘Anyone’ was a broad term for something that actually described very few people, most of which are either dead or reanimated walking and talking around Washington D.C., and he wouldn’t really go out on a limb and say those people would vouch for him exactly. Regardless, he always had fun at his parties and really, that was all that mattered. “Buuuut, they’d be more fun with you there.”

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@hiddenstarters​

There was a sickly sweat broken across the back of his neck, like hair standing on end. It was a feeling that tended to haunt him since he woke up in D.C,  a feeling he preferred to ignore with a horrible grin and widened eyes; his permanent look of subtle instability. He leaned back in a park bench, lanky legs spread halfway into the crosswalk and his neck resting against the top most part of the metal before he felt the shuffling of someone nearly tripping over his feet. He didn’t sit up or apologize, instead turning his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the person, not waiting to see if his mind recognized them or not before saying, “You comin’ to my shindig tonight?”

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ofxscavengcrs​:

@hiddenstarters​

.｡.:*☆ “You…. you are seeing them as well! Right?” Lately, Klaus had been trying his best to stay sober. To keep his head clear. Because the situation was overwhelming enough as it was already. But, since then, it felt like the spirits had started to follow him around again.

“I mean those kids.” Making a grimace, Klaus pointed towards the other end of the street. It was a pair of three, from what he could see. A girl and two boys. And, they were either wearing some very scary Halloween costumes - a little too early for his own taste - or they were, well, dead. and staring at him all the time. As if it would be his fault. “You know, I mean…. can you just tell them to go away? Please?”

Stu, who’s rarely been known for minding his own business, was actually minding his own business for once, but he was a pariah for weirdos so of course he got pulled into a conversation with one. His head immediately swiveled to look where the other was motioning and he let out a scoff of a laugh. “Oh, c’mon, they aren’t even scary... they look kinda cool, actually.” He said off-handedly, turning back to the stranger, eyes searching his face for a moment before he laughs again, this time a little louder, with more meaning.

“Are you scaaaared?” He draws out the word comically, all eyebrows and wiggling fingers. “Fine, watch this.” He says before turning and running down the street towards the kids full-sprint, screaming. Surely enough, they scatter, also screaming. He stops, admires his work, and half jogs back to the stranger. “See? Those kids couldn’t even handle the smoke. Now if you ever wanna see something really spooky, I’m your guy.”

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Was that [MATTHEW LILLARD]? Oh no no, that was just [STU MACHER], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [SCREAM]. They are [TWENTY-SIX] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?

a couple years, ~ four or five

what is your character's job?

most definitely unemployed

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

he was initially pulled from the brink of death, right after he and billy engaged in a stabbing match. next thing he knew there was a lapse in consciousness and then he was in a hospital bed in d.c. not that he can really complain, its definitely better than the alternative situation he would’ve found himself in.

has any magic affected your character

n/a !

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

i’m really excited to be here !! ive been in the group once before but had to leave for personal reasons but i’m back, ready to write a new muse, and super stoked plot with everyone !!

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Scream (1996)