#riddlecrowned

[theirsorrow]

* . ✦ . ˚     a      starter      for      @riddlecrowned​     !

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒      𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋      𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘,      𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆      𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓      cami’s      best     attempts      to      force     them      to      open.     her      head      is     pounding,      as      if     something      continuously      hitting      the     sides      of      her     temples.      light      begins      to     pour      in      as     her      optics      begin     to      cooperate,      a     quiet,      strained      sound     leaving      the      confines      of     her      throat.      the     ground      she      lays     on      is      cold,     goosebumps      covering      pale     skin,      blood      staining      the     left      side      of     her      face.      a     groan      emits      and     breaks      through      the     silent      air      of     the      dark      room     as      she     pushes      her      body     up      off      the     surface      of      the     floor.      leaning      back     on      her      palms,      pace     of      nervous      heart     beginning      to      quicken,      emerald      hues     meet      a      shadow      that     is      sat      in     the      corner      of     the      room.      ❝      h-hello      ?      where      am     i      ?      ❞

[blaesus]

@riddlecrowned​    ft   angelina   said   :     ‘    you’ve   forgotten   the   magic   word.   ’    harry   potter   quote   prompt   (  not  accepting.  )

❝   and   let   me   guess,   you   aren’t   going   to   enlighten   me   with   what   those   so   called   magic   words   are?   ❞   

[plqtinium]

      @riddlecrowned​​​ ; harriet , send  :  i’ve got nothing to hide .

       "  that's  unfortunate  !  i  thought  that  every  smart  person  was  hiding  something  .  a   secrets   that   they   would   like  to  share  to  someone  they  trusted   .   don’t   you   trust   me   ?   “   he   pouted   as   he  leaned   his  head  to  the  side  .  “   it  suddenly  makes  you  more  interesting  .  knowing   you  are  hiding  something   .   "  the  blond  adds  with  an  interested  look  on  his  face  .  this  is  not   the  first  time  someone  has  said  this to  him   .  even  though  ,  he  didn't  want  to  believe  her  when  she  keeps  telling  him  that  and  he  know  that  she  was  hiding  something  ,   thanks  to  her  rosy  cheeks  ,  the  blond  couldn't  help  himself  but  look  closely  at  her  as  he  swing  himself  from  left  to  right  .   "  why   are  you  lying   ?   if  you’ve  got  nothing  to  hide  ,  why  would  you  rambles in  the  first  place  ?  "

[pahriahsxxxxx]

 it's    evening.          there's    a    mist    rolling    in.          you're    on    a    film    set.         there's    a    neglected    feel    to    the    place.         (     generated    muse:     16.    jake   otto.    )

𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜   𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝,           and     jake     feels     the    phantom    guilt    one    might    have    if    they’d    just     kicked     open     a     grave.              he    supposes,     in    a    rather    poetic    sense,     he   has.       the     pair    of    them     had,        they’d    disturbed    the    peace    of    an     unfinished    films’     final    resting    place,      kicking    up    a     storm     of      age's   debris.        jake    wanders    through    intrigue,       casting    a     whimsical    glance    over    unspooled    film    rolls,       various    costumes    strewn    over     director’s    chairs,         a    mismanaged    prop    fallen     onto    the    floor    of    the    set.         𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎   𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜    𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢    𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎,        as    though,       even    now,         it’s    not    a    welcoming    place    for    him,         like    there’s     an     expectance     of     soon     being     caught   out.

                         ❝      𝚊    𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎’𝚜   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔,      ❞          jake    muses     sadly,     putting    down    a     long-forgotten    script    back    onto    an    abandoned    dressing    table,      accidentally    avoiding     the    dust-free     rectangle     previously     left.       ❝      didn’t     even    get    to   see    it    make    the    big    screen.       ❞

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙻𝚈    𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳    𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁       :     @riddlecrowned​.

[theboatbuilderswife]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾     @riddlecrowned​  asked the herbalist:                    ​“ tell me, what happened?” from lagertha !

     Eyes were cast up towards darkening skies. Stars were hidden, not even the moon seemed wanting to show herself tonight. To some a   𝐁 𝐀 𝐃   sign, while others would not even spare it a second thought. Helga remained there somewhere in between. Cautious of her surroundings, of what could happen if she wasn’t fast enough to look over her shoulders. But at the same time she was   𝐋 𝐎 𝐒 𝐓   in her own thoughts    &   Lagertha’s inquiring voice almost went unnoticed.

      ❝   Many things happen-   ❞     Things she should not speak out loud, not even in the presence of   𝐓 𝐑 𝐔 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃   friends. Some things were best to keep silent   &   to remain unknown to the world.     ❝   Floki left again. His mind was elsewhere, therefore I decided to come here. It is perhaps for the best you all sail soon again. I fear the thought of a   𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 𝐋 𝐃   frightens him more than he dares to admit.   ❞

[noassassin]

                 @riddlecrowned​​​ said : need some space ?

               space    ?    does    he    really    need    space    right    now    ?    he    would    like    to    shout    to    the    people    around    him    that    he    needed    them    .    he    would    like    to    shout    out    loud    that    he    was    not    good    enough    and    that    what    he    was    currently    experiencing    was    torture    .    even    though    ,    he    did    not    feel    physical    pain    ,    he    did    feel    pain    inside    .    he    was    just    sixteen    .    how    can    people    think    he    has    enough    guts    to    do    what    he    has    to    do    ?    something    he    missed    at    that    exact    moment    and    seeing    that    all    his    lair    was    locking    up    far    from    here    ,    well    ,    he    was    completely    lost    .    was    he    going    to    show    it    ?    Of    course    not    .    he's    a    Malfoy    after    all.    he    just    has    to    show    the    resentment    and    hatred    that    lives    inside    him    .    shaking    his    head    ,    he    stared    into    space    as    he    chuckled    nervously    .    "    need    space    ?    me    ?    I    have    a    lot    of    space    right    now    .    I    don't    need    anyone    to    figure    out    what's    wrong    with    me    .    thank    you    for    your    concerns    though    .    "    he    could    see    in    the    eyes    of    the    people    that    they    sympathize    with    him    .    did    he    care    about    it    at    all    ?    the    answer    is    no    .    "    I'm    sure    Potter    needs    someone    now    .    he    looked    like    …    a    zombie    the    last    time    I    have    saw    him    .    maybe    your    help    will    be    better    for    him    than    for    me    .    "

[wcsted-blog1]

plotted starter for @riddlecrowned ( ft. Peter Weston )

    beacon hills , it had been his next stop after new orleans - the town simply having become a b o r e , regardless of it being a ruling empire of vampires fighting against each other - it simply explained his arrival to the small town of california. it’s a change of atmosphere - almost like a new start (   though he was also trying to get as far away as possible from that old vampire he’d pissed off  ) thus him enrolling into the local high school mid through their year. it had been easy , he’d only been forced to use compulsion upon the secretary - she’d done the rest for him. weston’s sitting on the bleachers , has taken a free place next to a brunette - he believes she’s the one who was in history this morning too , though he doesn’t say anything at  first - nothing at all. it’s easy to not blend in - to just be pictured as the quiet kid , to simply build an image around his persona which didn’t correspond to his real nature ; and so that’s what he did. in a way that was what would keep him safe around there. his gaze lands on the field in front of them , his eyes flickering from one player to the next , particularly watching scott - his scent had given away that he wasn’t human - it had been obvious. “   what’s the point in lacrosse exactly ??  ” he’s speaking , words directed at the brunette as he watched the field. “   it just seems boring to me.   ” he doesn’t quite get the big deal the school has made out of a simple finale. he finds it stupid that they’d cancel half of the lessons for this. “  seems a bit pointless too.  ”