#I am king

[alfaire]

  ㅤ  ㅤ  ࿐ 𝆹 ✟ 🩸🏹 ⭒   ㅤ ㅤI AM KING  ✺﹆𓇼

[homewithmycats]

I am no MOTHER

I am no BRIDE

I am KING

[finequeenbean]

Florence + The Machine’s song King fits Natasha Romanoff perfectly. So excited to be able to show y’all. 😌🫶🏻

If you haven’t listened to their Dance Fever album, you’re missing out. It’s so freaking good.

Side note: thanks for the follows and likes and reblogs!! Makes me want to make more content. :)

[theseerbetweenus]

[zeezeebum]

Time it took us To where the water was That's what the water gave me

And time goes quicker Between the two of us But oh my love, don't forsake me Take what the water gave me

[crowleysleatherwaistcoat]

somebody pretty please make an edit of arlecchino to king by florence + the machine

[music-interpretation-review]

Very Best Cover tournament round 2

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

✨ i am no mother, i am no bride, i am king ✨

a little fanart for my OC rex, set to the song “king” by florence + the machine. it’s canon they’re married to graves i dont make the rules 🫶🏻 pls keep negativity away from this, it’s my serotonin thank u.

big thank u to @whitewolfmystery for motivating me by being an awesome human

much love. mwah. xo bog

[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.

[snailhouse]

thank u @perfect-puppy

[bigdumbbambieyes]

how I feel seeing my funny mutuals laugh at my harringrove meme

[daidonzo]

Chapter 1 - Prologue [Chishiya x FemOC!King of Spades]

TW: Swearing, violence

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

I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

Savine Laine wiped the blood on her face with the back of her hands, despectively, little droplets of the crimson red liquid falling to the ground. Tap, tap, tap.

'Game cleared.'

Oh, fucking finally. I thought the bastard wouldn't die. She licked her lips, and looked at what was in front of her. A monster of a man, the top half of his body covered in cheap, tacky tattoos. He had cuts literally everywhere, was missing an eye, a couple of fingers, a few teeth here and there. Me, on the contrary… Savine examined her face with the tip of her fingers. Auch. Bruises were starting to form, but it wasn't that bad.

You're too huge to be actually fast, big boy. He hadn't been able to catch her, not even once, no matter how hard he had tried. She had been able to dodge him with quick, last-second movements he hadn't seen coming. She smiled condescendingly, looking down. Now he was nothing but a corpse.

She had also… Maybe cheated a little bit.

Now, now, they said you couldn't use weapons. How is a wine opener a weapon? It is something every ridiculous, bored-out-of-her-mind housewife should have with her at all times. The object was sticking out of the man's throat. Whatever, if they haven't lasered me yet, it's because they approved. At the very least, they found it funny. She giggled to herself, pushing back her blonde locks.

And now what?

Fireworks.

Charming.

'Now all surviving players will be given a choice. Please select whether you will accept permanent residence in this land or if you will not accept it.'

She raised both eyebrows, the ghost of the smile still on her lips. She hadn't considered this possibility. She rubbed her chin, thoughtfully.

Do I want to go back to the real world? Can I even go back to the real world after the person I have become? She had always been ruthless, both in life and business. She had never been considered a good person. She always had everything she desired. And what I didn't have, I still took.

Men loved her. Loved to fuck her, loved to have her on their arm and show her around. Long legs, perfect figure maintained by training in the gym twice a day five days a week, blonde wavy hair that reached the middle of her back, brown, haunting eyes, full lips and a round, small nose. She was a dream. Men loved her, and women envied her, being nice to her face but talking shit behind her back. As if I cared.

The only thing I care about, is me. Savine was the perfect description of self-obsession. As far as she recalled, she hadn't cared about anybody's feelings for a long time, now. She worked hard on herself, and only herself. And it pays off. She went off to university when she was fourteen years old and had her degree by the time she was seventeen. She was a portent, working for one of the biggest companies in the world. Not because I really care, they just pay well.

Regarding everyone else… The people in Savine's life were pawns. Or better yet, chess figures, not all of them of equal unimportance, that she could arrange and play with as she desired. That she could use to score points. There was nobody permanent in her life, and anybody who dared enter it, she made sure they understood one thing - You are disposable. You all are.

I was already like this in the real world.

It has only gotten worse.

Savine's stay at the Borderlands had left a trail of corpses behind her. People she had manipulated, coerced and used at her will. Little, useless marionettes she held the strings to. Since she had arrived, she, in herself, had become natural disaster, leaving only destruction behind her. Her being the sole survivor.

I'd say I wasn't proud of it, but I'd be lying. I just don't care.

Why am I like this?

She pressed her lips together, ready to give her answer.

'I accept it.'

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'You, my dear, are the perfect Queen of Spades.'

Savine sprang to her feet, throwing the chair she had been sitting in to the floor without ceremony. She hit the table with her hand, furious, pointing a finger at the woman that had spoken.

'Who the fuck do you think you are!? I'm not the fucking Queen of anything!' She hissed. She got closer to her. Was Mira her name? 'I will not be given a second place. I have never been second at anything. I could beat that man you just appointed King of Spades with my eyes closed.'

The woman studied her for a few minutes.

'Prove it.' She said simply.

Savine just walked towards the bald, ugly, scarred man that had just taken the title she so deeply desired. He was already leaving the room. He had a gun strapped to his chest and back. Before he could react, she took the latter, and pointed it to the back of his face.

This man, however, was a trained soldier. He turned around, quick, and grabbed her by the arm.

'What do you think you are doing?' He was stronger than her. And also, much quicker than she had thought. But ah, he likes to play fair. I don't.

She spit at his eyes, butted him in the face, and stabbed him in the stomach with her free hand, now holding a pocket knife. She didn't get the knife out of him, but slashed his skin in a wide, sweeping movement.

The man tried to hit her, howling in pain, but she was faster, and kneed him on the crotch.

Then, once he was on his knees, she pulled the trigger, blood splashing her face and clothes. Fuck, again.

'I really hope whatever fantastic idea you had with him didn't involve any kind of physical combat.'

'It didn't. He was a sniper.' Mira answered, uninterested.

Emphasis on was.

Savine turned towards her, showing her teeth in a smile that didn't reach the eyes.

'So, about me becoming the King of Spades…'

She stood up, towering over the woman. She refused to sit down, to bow down.

She was above everything, above everyone else.

If other people were nothing but chess pieces in her board, she was the greatest of them all.

She was the King.

[sadiegurl]

KING

[cooyahclothing]

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[music-interpretation-review]

Creep lyrics

Impossible lyrics