#I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW

[auzlon]

"I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology"

Florence + the Machine

I can't sleep since he left, peace mocks me. Reminds me I drove my protector away. When I think about it why we ended what went wrong. I blame myself, I lacked communication. I couldn't tell him and I couldn't up hold why I felt the way I felt.

I think of the song King. I feel it, I understand it. I am it.

[tragedykery]

fuckign. we argue in the kitchen about whether to have children about the world ending and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you’re best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother I am no bride I am king.

[kitti-lee]

I manifested a Taylor/Florence collab so I’m trying again with Chappell

[transformiing]

Optimus is noble. Optimus is kind.

Optimus is not safe.

He is Commander in Chief of the Autobots, he is an enormous Prime, and he is a killing machine with thousands—millions—of notches on his belt. His weapon of choice is a cannon the size of a school bus. He has lost life and limb and come out on top in spite of it all.

Bear that in mind at all times.

[victoriousfidelity]

Since bringing Loki to Vanaheim, Sigyn has walked a careful line as she attempts to bridge the distance which now exists between them; not forcing her company on him, but making sure he knows that she wants to be around him, always giving him choices as she gently tries to prove that he doesn't simply have to agree to what he thinks she wants from any given conversation.

The only time that she has used this new deference to her status for her own gain was to convince him to finally eat something, and though the manipulation filled her with still-lingering guilt she cannot bring herself to regret it. None of this is easy, but it is necessary. She wants to help him - she promised Frigga that she would help him. No matter how hard it is, or how long it takes.

It has quickly become routine for her to make her way to his rooms whenever she has time, and as she leaves a particularly tedious meeting with some of her advisors she finds herself walking the familiar route through palace corridors which brings her to his door. When her knock receives no answer, the first threads of worry start to tighten around her heart. He has always answered her, even if only because he believes that he has to.

The door opens at her touch, and when she steps inside she is met with darkness. Since the very first time she'd come here, the Queen has been able to feel Loki's Seiðr in the air around them - she still knows him well enough that she has her suspicions as to what he's been using it to hide, but she hasn't pushed the matter. As her gaze falls upon the shape of him in the shadows, curled up on the bed, she wishes that she had.

"Loki?"

plotted starter for @emeraldxphoenix

[ahsterism]

they suffer every day and for what... girlish whimsy

[taughtdamage]

tag drop

[divinityunraveled]

Kelly Oliver Tag Drop

late game ignore this

[goldshadows]

mini tag dump

[prophetum]

tag dump.

[delicate-sketch]

children of the underworld in a wall on the palace of hades

I was listening to King by Florence and The Machine and the lyrics "I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to sing these empty halls to echo with grand self mythology" made me remember them

[lvnnsi]

07/17/23 // i need my golden crown of sorrow / my bloody sword to swing

[transformiing]

TFW Megatron is defending you.

[thcinfernal]

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 , aka i just wanted to edit karlach.

[victoriousfidelity]

It had been a few days since the latest attempt on the Queen's life. Though she had not consumed the entirety of the poison, enough had passed her lips for her to feel the effects of it in the immediate aftermath: dizziness, nausea, difficulty breathing.

Even after the healers' quick intervention, it would be a stretch to claim there had been no lingering impact; she'd been bedbound since, watched over by a rotating collection of healers and handmaidens - predominantly her sisters, where the latter was concerned - as her husband searched for the culprit.

Much in the same way that her sisters had always occupied a more privileged position than most within her court, Sigyn had always ensured that Ophelia was given those same privileges. They had been friends all those years ago, when she was training to be a healer on Asgard, and she'd proven her trustworthiness time and again since coming to Vanaheim at the Allmother's behest.

When she awoke to find that it was her at her bedside now, she wasn't surprised - though it took her a moment longer than it should have done to be able to focus enough that she could tell.

"You're the latest to have drawn the short straw, then." Ordinarily the humour would have been apparent in her words, but Sigyn's voice was far too quiet and hoarse for it to truly come across.

inbox inspired starter for @theresastargirl (inspo)

[ahsterism]

TUMBLR DIDNT SAVE MY YJ TAGS IM GONNA SCREAM!!!