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send  â who did this to you ? â for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.
â đ„đđĄđđąđ đ§đđ„đđ đȘđąđ„đ đŁđ„đąđ đŁđ§đŠ !
"Donât look back."
"I missed you."
"Itâs too late."
"Please donât go."
"You promised me."
"Who did this?"
"I forgive you."
"We were gods."
"Leave me alone."
"They found us."
"Trust me, please."
"I need help."
"Run. Donât stop."
"It wasnât me."
"I remember everything."
"Burn it all."
"Tell me why."
"You never called."
"Itâs just rain."
"You owe me."
"Sheâs not breathing."
"Is that blood?"
"You were right."
"It ends now."
"We start over."
"Stay with me."
"Nothing feels real."
"I hate this."
"Do it now."
"They're watching us."
"Make it stop."
"It's not yours."
"I was waiting."
"Heâs behind you."
"Theyâre all gone."
"Time is up."
"Bring them back."
"Itâs our turn."
"This is wrong."
"Donât let go."
"We are cursed."
"No one knows."
"You're not real."
"Donât say it."
"I saw everything."
"Nothing ever changes."
"Call it off."
"What are you?"
"I found it."
"Let me in."
( Â Â * Â Â MISC. PROMPTS.
mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.
âi love you.â
âdo i know you?â
âdo you remember?â
âthis section is off limits.â
âweâre closing in ten minutes.â
âthis isnât what i signed up for.â
âthis is all my fault.â
âthatâs not what i meant.â
âhave we met before?â
âare you real?â
âi didnât mean that.â
âiâve said too much.â
âi didnât see that one coming.â
âis nobody going to say it?â
âi wish we could stay here forever.â
âitâs all fun and games.â
âi canât say it.â
âyou canât run forever.â
âwe have all the time in the world.â
âyouâve got this.â
âthat shouldnât be there.â
âi think someoneâs listening.â
âi think someoneâs watching.â
âweâre not alone.â
âiâm free!â
âmaybe in another life.â
ârome wasnât built in a day.â
âitâs the thought that counts.â
âi feel alive.â
âspeak now.â
âso, whatâs the catch?â
âitâs mine, and you canât have it!â
âhouston, we have a problem.â
âletâs go for a walk.â
âthank you for that.â
âiâve got a plan.â
âmove aside.â
âiâm here to investigate a crime.â
âyou didnât come to the funeral. why?â
âoh my god. donât say that!â
âquick! act surprised!â
âare you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?â
âcome here.â
âtruth or dare.â
âtell me something i donât know.â
âis that⊠is that blood all over you?â
âright, iâm leaving now.â
âwhen has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?â
âdonât do that.â
âno, you canât have my number.â
âiâd rather you just tell me.â
âdid you also hear a knock on the door?â
âyouâre not looking your best today. what happened?â
â[he/she/they] did it first.â
âwell, donât just stand there! do something!â
ârun! run now!â
âhey. someoneâs on the phone for you.â
âyouâll never know unless you try.â
âthank you, god. thanks an awful lot.â
âthis is my worst nightmare.â
âthereâs nothing much to do but wait.â
Hit the heart if anyone wants memes
i  should  be  delighted  by  this  opportunity.  but  however  impossible  it  had  proved  to  get  a  wink  of  sleep  during  the  eight-hour  flight,  it  seemed  equally  impossible  to  fully  immerse  myself  in  the  moment.  the  sensations  were  oddly  unfamiliar,  &  jet  lag  had  precious  little  to  do  with  them.  there  was  no  doubt  michael  was  right  about  our  son.  nonetheless,  my  stomach  twisted  at  the  thought  of  my  seven-year-old  son  being  across  the  seas,  away  from  me  for  so  long.  &  trying  to  make  sense  of  the  expression  on  my  husband's  face  once  i'd  broken  the  news  to  him  made  me  bite  nervously  at  my  nails.  wasn't  he  pleased  by  my  success?Â
my  gaze  eventually  drifts  around  the  crowded  room.  most  of  the  women  are  accompanied  by  their  partners,  all  ready  to  celebrate  their  hard  work  being  recognised  &  appreciated.  i  couldn't  help  but  wonder  how  many  of  them  had  scarcely  hesitated  before  venturing  across  the  ocean  amidst  their  busy  lives  ;  the  vast  range  of  accents  only  reinforced  what  the  event  was  trying  to  convey  â  you  are  the  best  of  the  best  from  countries  all  over  the  world.
still,  i  head  over  to  collect  a  small  drink,  hoping  it  might  ease  the  twisting  guilt  in  the  pit  of  my  stomach.  as  if  that  wasn't  bad  enough,  moments  later  most  of  the  newly  ordered  golden  whisky  ended  up  as  a  dark  stain  across  another  woman's  elegant  dress.  â  oh  my  god,  i  am  so  sorry!  â  i  blurt  out,  even  if  the  unfortunate  chain  of  events  â  &  my  desperate  attempt  to  avoid  disaster  â  had  led  to  this  very  unfortunate  result.  the  usual  confidence  with  which  i  carry  myself  as  a  senior  barrister  vanishes  as  i  look  at  the  brunette,  at  her  wide  brown  eyes.  i  hurriedly  set  the  glass  back  on  the  bar  counter  &  reach  for  the  napkins  that,  at  best,  might  keep  the  posh  dress  from  becoming  completely  soaked.
plotted starter for @thenightmareofyourdrems
                  Ëâ*°âą.   Masks . Everyone wore masks in a room full of masqueraders. The rich, the famous, the successful. Each  held  a  glass  of  champagne  as  though  the  world  itself  would  kneel  before  them . It looked ridiculous - but on the other hand, hadnât this been the life she had chosen ? The mayor of a small town  - a town that looked like any other, and yet one that hid thousands of secrets.Â
She hadnât been particularly delighted to travel all this way to the grandeur of such rooms - her son was still in Storybrooke, after all, and each passing minute felt like a century. However, to reject the invitation had not been an option either. To hold importance, one had to sustain it - even if it meant wandering in galas and every kind of high  class event.Â
Her thoughts were soon to be interrupted by a push, and then the feeling of soakness spreading across her dress. Her first instinct  had been to lash out, and yet, she didnât . Instead, she tried to keep as collected as possible before taking some more  napkins to clean it up herself too . â  It happens to the best of us . â She eventually said â a  small smile coming to replace whatever frustration had threatened to emerge. â  It will disappear in a few moments. â Â
                  Ëâ*°âą.   He  looked  around.  More  and  more  people  were  gathering  around  him. With  the  deck  in  one  hand, he  quietly  counted  to  fifteen  before  slipping  on  his most charming  smile  and  thanking  everyone  for  joining. Danny  should've  already  started on the  other  side  of  the  city - the  others,  too. â Ladies  and  gentlemen,  it's  such  a  joy  to  have  all  of  you  here  today. â He said - applause following his words . And yet, before the trick could even begin, he noticed them ; two officers talking to people, slowly pushing through  crowd. Shit. Â
â But unfortunately, we might have to cut the show short, and well -- see you again next time ? â And with that, he begun  to run - not even daring to look behind. This was bad, too bad , and it made him wonder whether the others had shared the same misfortune. As he  turned to an alley, though, he slammed straight into @depictedblue. Not a cop, and yetâŠÂ a girl heâd never seen before. â Sorry, I - â He looked towards the direction heâd come from only to see none - had they lost him ?  Â
Nimue's lips pressed into a thin line, wanting to argue but knowing that they did need to move. The conversation could wait, for now. Though, who knew how long 'for now' meant. She had so many arguments for him, so many things she hadn't yet voiced. And there was the gnawing thought that, to save him from himself, she might just be prepared to do something that was more than a little dangerous.
It was fine if she was hurt. So long as she got the job done.
The disillusionment charm came in handy. Perhaps more than Sebastian ever knew. It served its purpose well now as she caught his hand to tug him through the grounds. It wasn't even much of a thought, though she would have normally not touched without permission. She was caught in her thoughts and focused on moving. Once they were off the grounds, they would be fine.
"People who are fine don't use that tone when saying they're fine."
                  Ëâ*°âą.   Frustration . It was a feeling thatâd been lately haunting him like a shadow . And yet, being outside,  the breeze, the smell of the wet grass , it all helped him breathe . It felt like a distant dream ; the countless  times theyâd sneak off at night with Ominis and Anne, the pranks theyâd pull, the laughter, the jokes, the  fun. He wanted it back . Wanted that part of his life that had been  violently taken  away  from him. He didnât care how far heâd have to go, didnât care whether he lost everything at his attempt, at least he would know that he had tried .Â
When Nimue spoke again, he stopped moving. â What do you want me to say ? â For quite honestly, he was curious what the right answer was. His sister was dying, he was running out of time, so  no. He  was not fine. But didnât she already know that ? Why had a single spell troubled her so much ? â You speak  as though youâve never done a thing in your life . â  As though she was entirely innocent - but well , as time went by, he'd gotten to realise that none ever was.
@ourcbcros sent: i will not abandon you.
                  Ëâ*°âą.   Why ?  It  was  a  question  that,  for  once, refused  to  leave  his  mind. Why  was  she  so  determined  to  help  him ?  Was  it  only  because  he  was  the  key  to victory in the  war  against  the  Dark  One ?  Or  was  it  because  she  genuinely  cared ? Momentarily, he looked away . He owed her. However hard he fought against her, however frequent might have their quarrels  been, he still owed her . And maybe this was one of the few reasons, he was still  trying .Â
 â Why ? â Was the question that eventually escaped him.  Heâd done nothing right.. He  refused  to  listen. More often than not, he  lost control. He had even shared a bed  with  one of the  Forsaken, and  yet  she remained. it made him wonder ; was it  devotion  or foolishness ? â Is it an attempt to convince yourself that you didnât  waste a lifetime looking for me ? Or is it more than just stubbornness ? â Was it the fear of admitting that maybe he couldnât do it ? The fear that perhaps her plan had failed and that she  should have stayed committed to the Tower ? Or did she truly believe in him ?    Â
So yesterday i saw Now You See me 3 and i have a really high muse for my baby Jack so hit the heart for a little something
Nimue was okay with more things than a person probably should have been. The Dark Arts weren't unknown to her, but she did have her limits. As if she had any room to talk. Murderer. Butcher. She didn't use spells on other students, however, only the guilty. That was what she told herself. Only the guilty. Her limits were less moral and more worry, however. She wasn't worried about the effects on the student, but on Sebastian himself.
Hesitantly, like she feared being lashed out at, a hand moved to settle on the Slytherin's arm. "No, it---" How did she phrase her concerns? The girl's brows furrowed as she spoke softly. "Certain spells... I think they take something from you. Something you can't get back. And the more you use them, the more they take. I don't want that happening to you. Neither would Anne." She wasn't weaponizing his sister, that wasn't her intent. It was a reminder, he was doing things for his sister, right? It wouldn't do to lose himself along the way.
                  Ëâ*°âą.   Ridiculous .  Under different circumstances, maybe he would have appreciated the concern. However, now ? It felt ridiculous to him . It was these spells thatâd given him hope . It was these spells thatâd  given him a reason  to keep trying. Without them , heâd have nothing - his sister would be condemned. So, fine . If these spells were to take something from him , then so be it. Life had taken much more than any kind of magic could, after all.
â I am fine . â  Echoed the words harsh - a contrast to their content . He knew what he was doing, and he knew exactly how far to go . He only casted these spells, when he had to . Right ? â Can we just keep moving ? Others might wake up . â  And while casting the curse on one student was fine, doing so on the whole school was not exactly possible at the moment. Â
@thenightmareofyourdrems asked:
âI trusted you. my mistake.â
âSebastian, Iââ
She knew mentioning Lodgok was risky, but this was not how she expected it to go. âYou donât understand, I wouldnât tell you about it if I didnât trust him!â she said, her northern English accent thick with desperation.
She reached for his sleeve âI only want to help, I just thought that a goblin might know more than we would. . .â she searched his face, blue eyes full of desperation and worry. âI donât want to loose your trust.â
                  Ëâ*°âą.   How could she do this ?  After everything thatâd happened, after every ordeal thatâd come knocking on his door, how could she be thinking that it was fine  speaking these words ?Â
â The only reason he knows more is because he is one of them . â It was almost as if asking for a venomous snake to find the cure to its own  poison.  At this point, was she even reliable ?  For her naivety was beyond comprehension .  â Next time you can go  as well tell my uncle what we are doing. â However hard he wanted to forgive her, anger dripped from his voice. She meant well, he knew that - but they didnât  have the luxury of mistakes. â What did you tell him ? âÂ
                  Ëâ*°âą.   Never return - a promise heâd  thought heâd never break, yet  somehow one thatâd shattered easier than glass . It felt good, though. Uncovering criminals. Standing  at  the  center  of  a  case. Seeing  the  Horsemen again. And sure, maybe that bunch of arrogant youngsters had rudely reminded him of how fast the years had passed, of how they werenât the protagonists anymore, but it didnât mean they hadnât proven themselves that they still had it .
The Eye had been clear - well, vague, but clear . There was no hiding behind the scenes anymore, no retiring on cruises, being a clown . They had a whole row of shows with this one being only the second in order. Yet, as everyone clapped and screamed and the applause was not even close to fading,  Jack  noticed  her. The façade  breaking, even if merely for a second, before turning to pretend that everything was perfectly fine. It didnât make sense . She had to be in prison, and yet despite the distance, the people between them, he could swear it was her.Â
â I will be right back. â He whispered to Henley as they turned to go off stage. He tried to keep his eyes on Veronika, almost pushing through the crowd in a desperate attempt not to miss @daffcdill.  When  she finally stopped, they found themselves alone in a  narrow backstage hallway.
â Didnât  know they had show passes in prison. â Was everything to escape him as he closed the door behind him, the muffled  applause  fading  behind .
So yesterday i saw Now You See me 3 and i have a really high muse for my baby Jack so hit the heart for a little something
âă €. . .ă €đ«đŹđșđ»đ°đ”đ đ°đș đšđłđł.
âËâč ă €a collection of loose quotes taken from the last kingdom (netflix, 2015). these quotes are from various seasons and characters of the tv show. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit; happy writing!
â not everybody enjoys a fool. â â if youâre afraid, you may stand down. i shall protect you. â â i will not abandon you. â â oh, for goodnessâ sake, stop behaving like a child. â â we cannot wait any longer. â â let us enjoy an early morning, the two of us. â â may we share the fire? â â do you believe i have betrayed you? â â i shall leave you to your prayers. â â you have a choice to make, that is all. â â then i choose you as my greatest friend. â â have i ever mentioned that you are too good for god alone? â â destiny is all. â â one path looks like another. â â you will learn respect one day, iâm sure. â â i donât know any prayers for this. â â i fear you might be too good for me. â â ale and warm company, what more could i ask for? silver, maybe. â â well? use your tongue. â â a kill is something you must fashion. â â this is your decision? final? â â if your godâs with you, youâre a lucky man. â â stupid? maybe, it seems to be in my nature. â â promise me, swear it. give me that comfort. â â how can i make a promise that i cannot keep? â â courage is finding the will to overcome your fear, nothing more. â â fear is within all of us, as is strength. â â fear can be expelled with knowledge. â â you will never be rid of me, accept it. accept me. â â all regret is worthless. â â do we follow them? â â thatâs your face when you have no plan. â â my thanksâfor last night. â â drink well, feast well. you have earned it. â â sacrifices were made so you would live. â â nothing finishes an evening in an alehouse so well as a fight. â â how did you manage to get such a big head into such a small helmet? â â i prefer the company of the gods to stupid men. â â land and silver are what all men desire, and iâm no different. â â you will see me again, be sure of it. â â if i die, i will haunt you to the end of your days. â â you have plenty of insults for a man who can no longer wield a sword. â â what do you want of me? â â lower your weapon. â â you are angry because i am dying. â â forgive me, i did not know where else to go. â â you have a good heartâdespite the tales. â â sometimes i think that my fate is to wander and to never arrive. â â from time to time, you may wish to call me arseling. â â thatâs the curse of life, to think of what might have been. â â we carry our losses, but we journey onward. â â we can suffer or we can rule. â â i do not seek battles, battles just seem to seek me. â â i have given half my life to you, i will give no more. â â there is no justice here, only the church. â â i will not stand by and have everything thatâs mine taken from me. â â we are one, you and i. â â you dare die, and i will kill you myself. â â we need more ale. â â every lord is the hero of his own ongs. â â a good king relies upon good advice. â â men who take their orders from the gods are unpredictable. â â i will wait for you in the halls of our ancestors. will you find me? â â i might stay for a short while longer, if youâll have me. â â what kind of hell is this? â â i only wish for an honourable death⊠â â they will cheer for you in valhalla, and i will sing for you here on earth. â â you lied to me. â â i only sought to help you find redemption. â â i wish to go back to my old life. â â that time is over. â â yet, there is hope, even in all this despair. â â we can build a new home. â
@dcvium sent: Don't ask me to be okay with this
                  Ëâ*°âą.   It  was  as  if  the  world  had  stopped moving.  As  if  everything  around  him  had  ceased  to  exist  and   only  one  thing  remained: the cure. But  it  hadn't  been   just  that, had it ? It  was  the  cure.  It  had  always  been  the  cure.  Yet,  at  the  same  time,  it  had  also  been  curiosity - the  burning  desire  to  discover  just  how  far  he  could  truly go,  where  his  limits  lay  rather  than  the  ones  the  school  had  imposed  upon  him. After  all,  rules  existed  to  be  broken,  didn' t they ? And none, NONE, would prevent him from doing that.
So, when theyâd sneaked out only to be spotted by that student, he didnât really give it a second thought. If the boy told any professor  about them  sneaking out, heâd be expelled. It wasnât like he would even remember about the curse anyway . â What do you even mean ? Would you rather him tell on us ? âÂ
|| i really want to write Five, Lila, Fjor or Rand so idk hit the heart for a little something? i will answer the asks tomorrow that i finish my exams, but i really want to make a come back
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â  i don't believe you anymore. â â  i don't have anything left to give you. â â  i don't know how to forgive you. â â  i don't know how to stop loving you. â â  i don't know if i hate you or miss you. â â  i don't know how to act around you anymore. â â  i don't love you anymore. â â  i don't need your pity. â â  i don't need you to save me. â â  i don't recognize you anymore. â â  i don't think we can fix this. â â  i don't think i can survive losing you again. â â  i don't want to see you again. â â  i don't want your apology. â â  i don't want to be your second choice. â â  don't ask me to stay. â â  don't ask me to be okay with this. â â  don't come back to me just because you're lonely. â â  don't leave me here alone. â â  don't lie to me again. â â  don't love me only when it's convenient. â â  don't make me choose between you and myself. â â  don't make me hate you just so i can let you go. â â  don't pretend you're the only one who suffered. â â  don't say you love me unless you mean it. â â  don't tell me what to do. â â  don't tell me this was all for nothing. â â  don't touch me. â â  don't turn this around on me. â â  don't you dare hold my past against me. â â  you don't deserve me. â â  you don't get to decide when i'm done hurting. â â  you don't get to hurt me and call it love. â â  you don't get to mourn me after killing every part of me that loved you. â â  you don't get to rewrite what happened just because you regret it now. â â  you don't have to pretend you missed me. â â  you don't know how many times i waited for you. â â  you don't know what i gave up for you. â â  you don't understand what you did to me. â â  you don't understand how tired i am of being strong because of you. â