The Boggart Game

[Kintsugi]

I didn't see a new boggart to bust, so here's my fear. PS, love the idea here.

I'm irrationally afraid someone nefarious is hiding in my car when I get into it at night.

 

[Upside Down Eagle]

Riddikkulus!

The boggart appears before you as your car with some dude in it hiding behind the front seat. You get in. Shit is about to get real.

But wait! As you get in and start driving, you suddenly hear squirming behind you, because the attacker has started to swell, just like Violet Beauregarde in Roald Dahl's Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. It's super painful also because he is now stuck between the front and back seat. Ha! You drive to the nearest police station and the officers there extract him from your car using any disgusting, smelly, rash-inducing lubricant you pick for them. ;)

I step forward, the boggart appears before me as uncontrollable rage, like a shadow bending over me, towering and intimidating.

 

[Kintsugi]

:hilarious:

Riddikulus! You notice the shadow is actually being cast by a pair of snuggling giraffes.

Link Removed

 

[StarChild]

What's your boggart @Simply Simon?

 

[Kintsugi]

:oops:

I am afraid of one of my ex-bosses. He was very degrading and controlling.

 

[Ellabella44]

Riddikulus! He is suddenly dressed as a pink fairy ballerina with sparkling wings and a wand, and has to dance on his toes every time he says an unkind word.

fear of being in a depression i cant get out of (just had a bad week of it)

 

[digger]

A Boggart is a creature that will take the shape of the thing you fear most, when it is confronted with you personally.

fear of being in a depression i cant get out of

A boggart is fear in a physical form. What shape does your depression take when you try to visualise it so that we can blast that sucker for you! ;)

 

[Ellabella44]

i guess a big black mass of tar that you cant get out of

 

[digger]

Riddikulus! The sucking mass of black tar depression solidifies into a mass of black silly putty that you can stretch out and bounce off of like a trampoline, or roll into a giant bouncy ball, or squish into a bucket and make farty noises with it! :playful:

The boggart turns into the wolf from my childhood nightmares that was all teeth and fur and scary eyes and tried to get through my window.

 

[Anarchy]

Riddikulus! Your wolf is now one of the more moth eaten exhibits on the [deeply twisted] crappy taxidermy blog, its glass eyes are the wrong size and pointing in odd directions and its teeth are clearly made of plaster and are bigger on one side than the other and the paint is peeling off them, the window between you and it is now its dusty glass case, with the junk shop's price written on it in marker pen.

the boggart is before me now, as the cottage I have been isolating in for the past few years, and now have to clear / muck out, memories and all.

 

[Upside Down Eagle]

Riddikulus! The cottage turns into a big inflatable caste, turrets and all, with flags waving in the wind. You jump on it and start bouncing until you are out of breath. When you catch your breath again, you deflate the castle, give it a good shake so the remaining memories fall out. You stow it away somewhere and maybe return to it later. Or not.

The boggart transforms and takes the shape of my dad's floating head, who is staring at me intently, yelling at me that I need to do better and am not good enough yet.

 

[Kintsugi]

Riddikulus! The floating head begins to turn red at the neck, rising upwards, then white and teal in stripes, until your father's head looks like a particularly jovial beach ball, floating, waiting for you to serve it. You see a net behind it, and on the other side are all the people you've ever cared for. They're waiting for you to pitch the ball so you can all get homemade ice cream on the boardwalk after the game.

I'm afraid of getting rejected from graduate school. The boggart jumps back out of the closet, forming a panel of dusty, professorial administrative types. They sit at ludicrously tall podiums and stare down at me through their bifocals, laughing at my achievements.