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HEADCANONS

trigger warnings: death, violence, murder, abuse, torture

ASGER ROWLE

‘Your middle name-- Aesir-- you were named after your grandfather, Aegir. Yet you’re a disgrace.’ a dark chuckle disrupts his gruff onslaught. ‘At least you weren’t named after me.’

Torturous and brutal, Thorfinn’s father unleashed the cruciatus curse upon him at a very young age, and continued to do so until his demise. The man lived his life as master of the chessboard, and toppled over his son’s pieces at every chance. He was a man that married for business, his only children a unceasing fortune of galleons. If he ever loved his son, he did well to mask it, and instead instilled grotesque, volatile qualities. He was an abusive man with a pension for torture and a love for the bottle, and Thorfinn was the receiver of his blistering rage.

ASTRID ROWLE

‘I simply do not care, Thorfinn. Mother is busy.’

She was his father’s arm candy, and nothing more. She was seen, and not heard, and not once did she protect him from his father’s wrath or pay him attention. She married out of duty, and nothing more. She was a woman harboring a secret: a preference for women. Behind his father’s back, Astrid slept with many pureblood women. And even though Thorfinn had known, he never once let it slip. He kept her safe, even when she never kept him.

MURDER

He was seventeen, a seventh year the first time avada kedavra graced his smirking lips, and its victim was his mother. She came last, and his father came first, yet he did not have the blessing of a swift death. He unleashed the full calibre of his aggression upon his father; years of pent up, seething rage uncaged. He turned the tables, and spent hours with the cruciatus curse upon his prey. In the end, his father’s death resulted from voluminous amounts of stab wounds.

PATRONUS

The wolf is a bit of a darker and mysterious soul, with the strength of a fighter. A person with this patronus has had a lot happen in their life, and do to that they wear a mask over their emotions. They do not trust or tame easily, and since they have been made cynical over the years this can be difficult.

After the murder of his parents, he has only been able to produce it in hazy, brief waves.

WAND

Ebony, phoenix feather, thirteen inches, unyielding.

BOGGART

In the past it was his father, but since the murders has been his mother. Always the more innocent one, even though she never came to his aid, Thorfinn does recall the brief care she shared with him once as a toddler. But in the end, they were both worthless, and he loathed them both.

AMORTENTIA

Rain and Pine- There is something Thorfinn loves about being lost in the woodland surrounding the Rowle mansion-- or any woodland for that matter; a dark pine forest somewhat masked by the scent of fresh rain.

Blood and Chocolate- The scent is sweet iron, like gunmetal, but he finds the mixture rather tantalizing.

Fire and Smoke- Thorfinn holds a strong fascination for flame, as it can be a rather destructive tool, and quite enjoys the crackling wood and scent of wildfire smoke.

CIGARETTES, CHOCOLATE, & LIQUOR

Thorfinn keeps a cigarette tucked behind his ear almost at all times, but he hardly smokes them. If he does, he makes sure he is in isolation, as it tends to mean the day has taken a rather dark turn for him, and that there is too much in his head to silence. Dark chocolate is a guilty pleasure, and Thorfinn tends to always keep a bar of it stashed away in his pockets. Alcohol is a frequent flyer of his days, and often leads to his feast of one night stands.

SEXUALITY

Thorfinn’s father drilled the idea of women into him at every chance he could-- or attempted. Perhaps the only thing he appreciated of his son was his looks, as he paraded him about pureblood galas and created future proposals in the sense of a business transaction. However, Thorfinn’s eyes constantly lingered on the opposite sex, despite knowing his father’s harsh views on anything other than heterosexuality. Convinced that there was something wrong with him by his father, Thorfinn considered his demisexuality a hindrance instead of something to celebrate. Most of the time, he still struggles with it.

PIANO

His talent for it was discovered as a third year, when he caught a Ravenclaw dazzling with its musical keys. They taught him until graduation within the Room of Requirement, and it is something that Thorfinn keeps an utter secret. After murdering his parents, he brought in a piano, and placed it within the room they were slaughtered. When he plays, he considers it a victory, as it is something they would have never allowed him to do.

FREYJA

A feline travesty-- a black bobtail kneazle missing an ear. She has been with him since he was a sixth year, and was found as a kitten wandering the cobblestone streets of Knockturn Alley.

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THORFINN AESIR ROWLE.

“ The air is silk, SHADOWS form a grin. If I lose control, I feed the BEAST within. ”

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T H O R F I N N PLAYLIST

I. Lethal by Cloudeater II. One Way or Another by Until The Ribbon Breaks III. Iron by Woodkid IV. Monsters (Acoustic Version) by Ruelle V. Bury Me Face Down by grandson VI. Basic Instinct by The Acid VII. Alcatraz by Oliver Riot VIII. Arsonist’s Lullaby by Hozier IX. Lose Your Soul by Dead Man’s Bones X. Rub Boy Run by Woodkid XI. The Other Side by Woodkid XII. Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine XIII. Killing Strangers by Marilyn Manson

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mood

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‘MERCY!’                        they cried,                                                ‘PLEASE — HAVE MERCY!’

‘SORRY,’                       you sneered,                                    ‘—I’M ALL OUT OF MERCY.’

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#nsfw

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me: *wakes up*

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what does 'a smile made for war' mean to you? it sounds nice to me but i don't really get it.

sharp and reckless and wild, I’ve got nothing left to lose, brittle, I’ve seen the fucking world and I know what I’m up against, kiss me one last time, tongue demanding and desperate, heavy breaths in the dark and sweat on skin and fuck, if I can’t dream you the world I’ll go out and take it.

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a$ap rocky // i come apart (feat. florence welch)

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