I’ve found a new faceclaim for Theseus Scamander after several days of scouring. Please bear with me as I update matters to suit the change! Going forward I will be using Dustin Milligan rather than Tom Hiddleston; once I have icons made I may backtrack and update posts to suit ( I got unhappy with Tom fast so I don’t think there are many to fix ) Thanks for your patience folks !! 

rather personal vent under the cut because i am quietly losing my mind and its bubbled over to a point im not doing well and i need to put this down in words in one fucking spot so im not repeating myself again and again and again. this is why i have been so fucking quiet.

triggering content under the cut.

1. i work in a news station as security – one of the things about the business is “if it bleeds, it leads” – and our latest lead comes from the fact a 4 year old was run over by a parade float in a small town adjacent to my city. although this was leading news last week its been devastating for the community and comes up a lot at work in between some horrendous fucking political shit im not getting into. this is my work climate – grief and anger.

2. my sister’s boyfriend has now been in the hospital for 15 days and is not due out until monday at the earliest and thats provided there is no further infection in him. long story short its been hell from day one – first they wouldnt operate cause they thought they could treat it with antibiotics – it only got bigger so they were forced to operate – the boys family and friends are fucking garbage with the exception of his lil brother who is still in high school and has not yet learned how to be a piece of trash like his mom or something. 

3. my sister is undergoing 6 different kinds of crisis – between her boyfriend. seasonal affect & other mental illnesses, career implosions and a turn toward suicidal ideology & various breakdowns my focus has been on keeping things AS NORMAL AND CALM AS POSSIBLE for her because she is spiraling out of control and she needs stability BADLY so I have no time for my own issues right now. i just dont. this is not me complaining about her btw this is me explaining where she is at, consequently my position, and finally why I have been so shit at supporting my friends these past two weeks.

i just dont have the fucking energy and im sorry. im short tempered at best and downright mute elsewise. if its not light and rp related it feels like too fucking much right now. im low key in overload. i will push through and things will calm down i just need more time before i can be my usual self. right now i have to be a pillar for my family and as much as i love my friends that has to come first.

4. i will be helping my sister quit the job she fought and justified to get for herself, the one she really wanted, because she just cant handle it. i’ve had very little sleep today so i cannot promise i will be useful or present. 

i dont know what the weekend holds but im probably going to the hospital to spend time with the sister and her boyfriend. at this point he’s my brother now and im just going to have to start punching people in the throat so he can have some entertainment but also some goddamn peace.

so thats life for holmes rn. 

edit: on top of this ive also had a dental disaster; booked my own dental surgery ( thankfully not til march 5th though there was a scare i would have t figure it out for monday ) been struggling with a minor financial crisis and in general have been having my own mental flare ups and repressing like the badass bitch i am so woo /o/

Family & Background Information:

Father: Maximinus Bulstrode. 
A pureblood who supported the Dark Lord’s reign during the first war and claimed that his actions had been influenced by the Imperius Curse when the Dark Lord was defeated, Maximinus went into a self imposed exile following the dismissal of all charges laid against him. When he married his wife Abigail, it did not matter to him that she was a Muggle – it was not until they had a child that it began to matter, particularly when all prayer that Millicent would be a squib went unanswered. 

Mother: Abigail Bulstrode née Sinclair.
A muggle doctor with ambitions to open her own office when she met Maximinus, Abigail’s first contact with magic resulted in her being obliviated due to her fiercely volatile reaction to her daughter levitating a desired toy to herself. Despite cautions, her husband stayed with her, and was later forced to try and introduce her to a world that wanted nothing to do with her. Strains picked up relatively quickly between Abigail’s inherent rejection of magic and Maximinus’ many secrets and old prejudices forced to the fore. 

Divorce: Abigail filed for divorce in Millicent’s fifth year – and while demands here were mostly met, there was the matter of Millicent’s custody and Maximinus’ demand that Abigail not be permitted access to the girl – even going so far as to call for her obliviation. This lead to a long legal battle and enormous strains between father and daughter. Millicent was frequently pitched between her parents to choose, and the political climate began to make Maximinus something of a genuine threat to his family. 

The battle for custody settled shortly toward the middle of her first semester of sixth year, though Maximinus was filing an appeal for full rights on the grounds of being more fit to protect Millicent from harm in the coming war. 

Kidnapping: Following the death of Albus Dumbledore, Maximinus ceased to give a damn about legal proceedings and kidnapped Millicent. Not long after, the Ministry was taken over and he forced her to leave the country with him with the aid of compulsion-based potions. For the duration of what would be the height of the second wizarding war, Millicent was completely absent as her father dragged her across Europe in an effort to stay as far away from the fight as humanly possible.   

Run Away: When she and her father returned to the United Kingdom following Voldemort’s defeat, they came back to Abigail’s office burned to the ground and her house destroyed. The apartment complex Maximinus resided in had apparently suffered a ‘gas leak’ according to their landlord, and while Maximinus went to collect insurance, Millicent ran away.

Faulting her father for the loss of her mother, Millicent petitioned to return to school to at least finish her magical education, and convinced a friend of hers to let her stay with them until school started. She felt robbed – both of her childhood and her right to an education that could take her places – a lament of her mother’s that felt all the more real in that last year at Hogwarts. 

Independent Adult: Following graduation, Millicent worked in order to afford a small flat of her own rather than return to her father. When Maximinus offered her half of the insurance money in exchange for the right to at least see her once in awhile, Millicent accepted and bought herself a house, which now serves as her home and place of business for kneazle breeding and familiar rescue. 

Millicent is a metamorphmagus, albeit a very limited one. She can affect the shapes her freckles form in if she’s feeling sprightly and she can change her eye color if she concentrates hard enough and accepts the fact it’ll be at least a week before they will fade back to normal. These changes are cosmetic and minor, requiring concentration and time rather than the mere whim and fancy a stronger metamorphmagus would need to pull off such feats. 

The only element of Millicent’s ability that is remarkable comes in what she can do with her hair. While she cannot affect the length or even how curly or straight it is without going about things the same as everyone else, she can change the hue of it relatively easily. A full hair change requires her attention and focus – and like with her eyes, won’t fade to normal again for about a week no matter how hard she may concentrate on her original form. That said, she can change small parts of her hair on a whim – and even, in times of great emotional distress – unintentionally.  

There are streaks in her hair that serve a little like mood rings, in that anyone paying particularly close attention to what color her streaks are on any given day would be able to have a good gauge of her temperament. Her default game is to have Slytherin green in her hair, either in streaks or a low ombre at the bottom of her hair fading into her natural hue. Sometimes it will be a dark blue or dark purple – rarely consciously – and this tends to denote stress or fear, while red denotes anger or hurt and is never conscious. 

Other hues are known to happen, but these are just deliberate style choices on Millicent’s end based on what she thinks feels cute that day.

Following graduation from Hogwarts, Jack immediately stepped back into the Muggle world with a sort of sigh of relief. Feigning to be something more than he was had been tiresome – and he didn’t really fancy taking to a wizarding job where it would be more of the same bullshit for the rest of his life. As it was though, he could hardly keep up his mom without some manner of employment – so he took the streets and began utilizing his magic a little more uniquely

Adopting the looks and mannerisms of Muggle circus performers, Scabior spent his late teens and early twenties panhandling magic tricks, using legilimancy, slight of hand, and small acts of magic the Ministry could not trace in order to build a steady sort of income without getting big enough or notable enough to draw the attention of the aurors. 

This worked well enough until he played one of his tricks on an auror rather unwittingly, and ended up smacked into Azkaban for three years on account of petty crimes against Muggles. Though nothing he did technically put the statute at risk, his actions were counted as fraudulent and just off the law enough to make for a full sentence. 

When he got out, Scabior went right back to his old beat because it was easy and familiar – and admittedly because he was even less inclined to get too close to the wizarding world than ever before. While the fallout of this is discussed in his verses, it should be noted that Scabior will always be a conman at heart, and his skill with timing and dramatics are easily on par with many illusionists on the big stages in Vegas. It’s about more than magic for him, but the presentation of it – when you’re already cheating, the least you can do is make it look good. 

Elias has always been borderline exceptional when it comes to transfiguration – by far his best subject, he always had a skill for detail that went above and beyond expectations. He took great pride in his capacities in this area as he knew it to be a difficult area of study and always felt a sense of validation in the fact that he was so good at it. 

The pursuit of information on animagi came mostly on a whim – the result of an offhand comment from his mother about it being such a pity he was afraid of animals as he would likely be able to perform what was arguably considered the greatest transfiguration feat possible to the modern day wizard. 

In that moment Elias came to the conclusion that becoming an animagus had nothing to do with liking animals and everything to do with magical fortitude and skill. He underwent his studies in private, and when he ultimately performed the feat he was on an incredible adrenaline high. He intended to register himself upon acceptance to the auror corps, believing between that and his new career, his father would find no further fault in him. 

Perhaps if he had registered his animagus form first, his father would have held off on berating him so badly he would fail his auror qualification the first time. Embittered and ashamed, Elias admittedly forgot about his achievement until there was a dire need of it during the war. 

Part of the reason his reports were so accurate and swift was due in part to not being recognized as a threat when he crossed into enemy lines. Recognizing the use of keeping his ability a secret, Elias opted again not to register unless he was accepted into the auror corps. And when he failed to qualify due to a PTSD flare-up in his practical examination, he chose to keep the secret to himself despite the legal implications. 

Elias has no concept of the fact his form is cute. As a man who is, indeed, very afraid of animals, he has never understood the favorable responses to his other form and tends to be rather baffled by “animal people” in general. He does not enjoy being picked up though, and will sound an alarm and wriggle like a little monster until all his feet are back on the ground they belong upon. He thinks this to be a perfectly fierce response. He has. No concept. Whatsoever. Of how not terrifying he is. So there’s that.

For those who have not read the biography updates that now include everyone’s magical abilities, Elias’ animagus form is a boldly marked beagle. 

Mmm, I know I have been very quiet of late on Discord / IM and I apologize folks. Things have been pretty wild of late and I have not been in the headspace to maintain conversations. That said I have tons of muse so I am going to be working on the following from today – Monday.

ICONS:

As I am doing all of my own screenshots, this is based on how many episodes of content I have yet to screen, sort and icon. If all episodes are done, all that is left is sorting and styling.

  • Dan Stevens16 / 37 Episodes 
  • Dustin Milligan7 / 18 Episodes
  • Jamie Campbell Bower 10 / 10 episodes
  • Juliet Landau 24 / 24 Episodes
  • Laura Carmichael16 / 37 Episodes 
  • Lily James 0 / 21 Episodes 
  • Lu Zi Zhen 38 / 40 episodes 
  • Michelle Dockery – 16 / 37 Episodes 

MUSES:

  • Abernathy – headcanon re: animagus form & decision to remain unregistered.
  • Krall – Begin working on his overall design / muse page; settle on an fc; add to muse portal once page is finished, post tag dump.
  • Millicent Bulstrode – verse updates, headcanons re: family and metamorphmagus ability.
  • Scabior – appearance, shipping, added to Muse Portal, tag dump posted, headcanon re con artistry. 
  • Theseus – Find a new FC. 

WRITING:

Drafts: 14  ( Please notify me if I’m missing anything !

Inbox: 57 ( this will fluctuate as I post more memes / do some clearing out over the weekend. ) 

rpmemesfam:

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  • ❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞
  • ❝ They’re dying.  ❞
  • You’re monsters. Both of you!


  • It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet.


  • Surely there’s more to it than that.


  • Beautiful things are fragile…


  • At home we have only black moths.


  • Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty.


  • They thrive on the dark and cold.


  • What do they feed on?


  • You’re so… different.


  • Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life…


  • It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.


  • But the horror… The horror was for love.

  • The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.

     ❞

  • This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.

     ❞

  • There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us.


  • Will you still like to know my thoughts?


  • The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss.


  • In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell.


  • You clearly have not lived it at all.


  • ❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞
  • You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD!


  • What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection?


  • ❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞
  • A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing.

  • It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be.


  • Some should never be spoken about again.


  • You will stay here, with us… won’t you?

     ❞

  • A man that feeds off land that others work for him.


  • This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer.

  • I cannot leave you here.


  • I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day.


  • ❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞
  • The first time I saw one I was ten years old.


  • There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words.


  • You lied to me!


  • You poisoned me!


  • You said you loved me!


  • I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable.

  • I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open.


  • It makes everything easier.


  • I heard you the first time.


  • It’s an excellent likeness.


  • The more the house sinks, the worse it gets.


  • Goodness. How many rooms are there?


  • We must do something about it.

     ❞

  • Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love.


  • The spilling of blood. A terrible crime.


  • I don’t know. Would you like to count them?


  • Do we have to do this? Must we?


  • She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge.


  • That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment.

    ❞   

  • ❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞
  • Perfection has no place in love, [Name].


  • You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it.


  • I can’t. I can’t.


  • This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go.


  • Some of them are good; some of them bad…


  • You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

  • I’M NOT DONE YET!

  • How do you manage this house? ❞

  • Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow.

  • Perfection has no place in love.

  • Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them.

  • In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege.

  • The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work.

  • Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].

     ❞

  • If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job.

  • I’m a builder, dear.

  • Everyone falls in love, dear, even women.

  • There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

  • The marriages were for money, of course.

  • ❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞
  • Nothing gentle ever grows in this land.

  • My heart would cease to beat and I would die.

  • I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! 

  • ❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  
  • ❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞