#her golden crown of sorrow her bloody sword to swing!! her empty halls to echo to grand self-mythology

[vortahoney]

Someone who can draw please please please please draw kipperlilly in low lighting with a lyric from Florence + The Machine’s King in red please

[fiovske]

Florence Welch wrote King for Shiv Roy

[saokopapii]

PART OF YOU

Part Of Me ★ Channel Message

This is the part of me / That you're never gonna ever take away from me🪔🎆 🪔 🎆 🪔🎆

A firework, a dancing flame / You won't ever put me out again / I'm glowing

🌅

First Option. The Strength

Coming back stronger, getting up every time. Warrior soul. Heart of gold. Guardian. Care taking. The Survivor.

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

Inability give up, refusing to give up. Even if you really want to, even when you been close to... Don't give up on who you're becoming. Your stronger than you realise. And kind and soft. Remaining good hearted. Standing up for what's right.

"Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. / I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time."

Hope - NF

Taking time and space to recover, To meet yourself, your fear. And show up one day, with your demons on your side, not against you.

To push through. Resilience and love.

🍒

Second Option. Four of Wands

Fuck it We ball energy, looking for the good, keeping on showing up, keeping your head up, listening to playlists to light up the mood. Cheerful energy, Celebrating your wins "A win is a win." Humorous

"You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days"

"Until it's my turn, I will keep clapping for others."

Making memorable moments, making new memories. The show must go on, picking yourself up, friendly. Smiling to strangers, light shining out of you, making happy. Sparking joy. Even others get inspired.

"Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we're here we may as well dance."

Celebrating despite

🌷

Third Option. Page of Cups

Curiosity & Interest. Youthfulness, Silliness, Freedom.

You let life teach you. Your kindness and your heart. Your connection with Animals. Active Inner child energy. 🌷Lightness.

And your hability to feel emotions, whatever you're feeling. Listing to your emotions, knowing that feeling come to make you aware of something. What triggers you, and how to change or manage that. (The pain or whatever will leave when it's done teaching us.)

Experiences and what you can learn from them. What you can learn from yourself. Getting in touch with emotions and feel them. You don't shy away from that. That hability to not take life so seriously. To be silly and embrace joy. (Hope this help!)

🪔🎆

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth then go out and get what you’re worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that! I’m always gonna love you no matter what. No matter what happens. You’re my son and you’re my blood. You’re the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, ya ain’t gonna have a life. “

There's a first time for everything

[bluebellhairpin]

"FOR ROHAN!"

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

(I finally finished that wip from ages ago lol - I was gonna add some more shield maidens but I don't think my computer would've handled all the space it'd take up, so you just get her again. Also, soon, I hope to start writing a fic about her, so if that interests you, keep yours eyes on this space :) (Process pics are hiding below :P))

[linaxart]

i need my golden crown of sorrows, 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.

- King, by Florence + The Machine

i can't quite believe this is done, i actually started it months ago and reworked it more times than i can count oof

[ID: a digital portrait of Andromache the Scythian from The Old Guard. She's looking straight at the viewer, clad in golden jewelry, her hair is long, stretching on either side of her and out of frame. She has a hair comb featuring a fighting scene on her hair and a crown with a red flower at the front. She's holding it with her left hand as she clutches a sword on a gold sheath to her chest over a wide, stiff necklace with the other. Her clothing is dark brown and abstract, held together by a gold brooch with a winged horse. The palette is browns and golds, the style rendered lineless and with a soft glow. End ID.]

comb - crown - necklace - sword - ring - brooch

[daphnebishop]

Daphne Sophia Bishop a playlis| listen here x.

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love There's nothing wrong contemplating God Under the chemtrails over the country club Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool Me and my sister just playing it cool Under the chemtrails over the country club

vanilla baby - billie marten

I am only as good as you want me to be I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak I am only as good as you want me to be I don't know what I'm doing It's easy to see

bad man - sophie may

My baby told me that I'd been a bad girl He said the world's my oyster Boy, then where's my pearl? It's funny 'cause they all sound the same, oh Just call out my name, oh Flashing a smile in his direction, oh Got him queuing for my consideration, oh

nothing matters - the last dinner part

Even when the cold comes crashing through I'm putting all my bets on you I hope they never understand us I put my heart inside your palms My home in your arms Now we know nothing matters Nothing matters

the bolter- taylor swift

Started with a kiss "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a Town Car speeding Out the drive one evening Ended with the slam of a door Then he'll call her a whore Wish he wouldn't be sore But as she was leaving It felt like breathing

youth - daughter

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him

rich girl - daryl hall & john oates

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's money It's a bitch, girl, but it's gone too far

omg - suki waterhouse

My baby, don't look for me When I get lost on all these streets See myself, but it's not me I'm with the crowd, I cannot breathe

melrose meltdown - suki waterhouse

Handing out gold stars For tailor-made behavior I can see your team is Shining like prizes I'm sat out on the balcony Too sad to go to the party It's a crime loving you so It's a crime letting you go

king - florence + the machine

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 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

baby you're a haunted house - gerad way

And the nights, they last forever And days are always making you blue In the dark we laugh together 'Cause the misery's funny to you

clementine - halsey

I don't need anyone I just need everyone and then some

[orrsoared]

top ten albums / tagged by @athenagray ✨

rules: list your ten favorite albums of all time and tag ten people to list theirs! here are mine in no particular order ! including some of my favorite lyrics off the album !

nebraska / bruce springsteen / 1982

“Well now, everything dies, baby, that’s a fact. Maybe everything that dies someday comes back.”

grace / jeff buckley / 1994

“It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter. It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.”

born to die / lana del rey / 2012

“Now my life is sweet like cinnamon. Like a fuckin’ dream I’m livin’ in. Baby, love me cause I’m playin’ on the radio.”

(what’s the story) morning glory / oasis / 1995

“And so Sally can wait. She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by. Her soul slides away ‘but don’t look back in anger,’ I heard you say.”

hypersonic missiles / sam fender / 2019

“Eight years old with a replica gun pushin’ in my skull - saying you’re gonna kill me if I tell. Never did, and I never will. That house was living hell.”

dance fever / florence and the machine / 2023

“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.”

hozier (self titled) / hozier / 2014

“Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done. I need to be youthfully felt cause, God, I never felt young. She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair.”

stick season / noah kahan / 2022

“We ain’t angry at you, love. We’ll be waiting for you, love. And we’ll all be here forever. And we’ll all be here forever. You’re gonna go far.”

seventeen going under / sam fender / 2021

“See, I spent my teens in rage. Spiraling in silence. And I armed myself with a grin. Cause I was always the fucking joker. Buried in their humor - amongst the white noise and boy’s boys.”

darkness on the edge of town / bruce springsteen / 1978

“Sometimes I feel so weak, I just wanna explode. Explode and tear this ol’ town apart. Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart. Find somebody itching for something to start.”

no pressure tags !

@camp-bruins @amanitacowboy @fvcking-damage @lindholmline @think-ill-go-to-boston @quietblues @iamjackedwards @jamietarttdodododododo @krugstrash @owchar1ie

[spade-riddles]

So I just want to start out by saying I feel like Taylor and Karlie have to be together still because at this point if they weren’t, then the amount of clues Taylor gives that are obviously pointing to Karlie would be borderline obsessive and disturbing, BUT then she puts a song like King by Florence and the Machine on her pre show playlist?

And after that whole inside joke thing with Phoebe and Fletcher or Haim or whoever describing Taylor as “King” a while back, does anyone else find that weird?

King lyrics:

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

[Verse 2]

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape

Just when you think you have it figured out

Something new begins to take

What strangе claws are these scratching at my skin

I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

[Chorus]

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

’Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

[Outro]

And I was never as good as I always thought I was

But I knew how to dress it up

I was never satisfied, it never let me go

Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

[chaoticallywriting]

A merciful king vibes

(aka, lyrics that I think fit the series)

“ Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you “ ~ Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machines

“ I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology” ~ King by Florence + The Machines

“ Why do I feel like this? Why can't I win? What's wrong with me? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry “ ~ IM FINE by The Royal and The Serpent

“ It's time I dance in the pouring rain Let that water wash my fear away, yeah It's time I let my little heart run wild” ~ Like a Child by Mother Mother

“ And now people talk to me I'm slipping out of reach now People talk to me, and all their faces blur But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison And I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me “ ~ Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde

“ Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls they blend Yeah, love, I hope you know How much my heart depends “ ~ Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell

“ I can't help but love you Even though I try not to I can't help but want you I know that I'd die without you “ ~ War of Hearts by Ruelle 

“ Oh, the queen of peace Always does her best to please It isn't any use Somebody's gotta lose “ ~ Queen of Peace by Florence + the Machines

“ I want to give you your grin So tell me you can't bear a room that I'm not in “ ~ Human by Dodie 

“ Baby, I'm thinking it over What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start? What if it only gets colder? Would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart? 'Cause, lately, I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we are “ ~ Waiting Game by Banks

[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.

[nightly-ruse]

I need my golden crown of sorrow

My bloody sword to swing

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self mythology

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

King By Florence + the Machines

(Squirrelflight is a red fluffy cat with darker red striping away from her eye, on her ears, nose, freckles, and hair tuft. Lighter red is on her chin, inner ear tuft, under her eye, and in a streak in her hair. She is in the middle and looking down slightly, a bramble tendril in her teeth that’s wrapped around her neck with another trying to squeeze her even more. In her fur is a Eurasian Jay feather, torn Holly leaf with three berries, and a golden thorn in her right ear. Three eyes with sharp eyelashes are staring at her, the top on pale blue, left one orange, and the right one green. Stars are around in with three in the bottom right being blue, orange, and green, two to the bottom left with one red and one yellow, and two opposite her head with one being a deep red and a green one. Light gray ash flecks her pelt. The background is dark with various colors like watercolor. She has a growl to her as she tears the bramble away to break free. End ID)

Unshaded version:

[plethomacademia]

Hi, this video is core to my durgetash bard urge nonsense, here's to all the witches out there just trying to lead a cult but their accomplice is making them question their faith bc he is her only friend (also sexy) I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with self mythology I am no mother I am no bride I am king Just imagine dark urge skipping outside with her cult to murder people, I love it so much. And I was never as good as I thought I was But I knew how to dress it up I was never satisfied, it never let me go Just drag me by the hair and back on with the show.

[mangoslixes]

🎵

Choose an artist you like and use their songs to answer this as close to the truth as possible!

thanks for tagging me @violetsnotebook! this was fun <3

Artist: Florence + The Machine

Gender: 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 – King

Describe yourself: My heart is like a haunted house / There's things in there that scratch about / They make their music in the night / And in the day they give me such a fright – Haunted House

How do you feel: And are you afraid? 'Cause I'm terrified / But you remind me that it's such a wonderful thing to love/ It's such a wonderful thing to love – Patricia

Best friend(s): you've always been my North Star / And I have to tell you something / I'm still afraid of the dark / But you take my hand in your hand / From you the flowers grow / And do you understand with every seed you sow / You make this cold world beautiful? - Patricia

Favourite time of the day: Suddenly I'm overcome (Overcome) /Dissolving like the setting sun (The setting sun) / Like a boat into oblivion – Queen of Peace

If my life was a TV show: I know I seem shaky / These hands not fit for holding / But if you let me, oh / I will see you right – Hiding

What is life to you: And every city was a gift / And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips / And I was making you a wish / In every skyline – How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

Relationship status: Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back / Struck from a great height / By someone who should have known better than that – Dog Days are Over

Fear: Is it too late to come on home? / Are all those bridges now old stone? / Is it too late to come on home? / Can the city forgive? I hear its sad song – Long & Lost

tagging (if you want to): @therefugeofbooks, @girl-bateman, @oldyears, @theliberationclub, @gustingirl, @qurbatpdf, @heyitsme-ana, @themelodyofspring

[featherskies]

Look who just woke up- is that GRETA ONIEOGOU? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s LAENA VELARYON from HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / GAME OF THRONES. I heard they are 28 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he/she/they still gives off a/UNRULY CURLY HAIR BLOWING IN THE WIND, A SMALL SEAHORSE CHARM AROUND HER NECK, A DRAGON THAT MANY BELIEVED UNTAMABLE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL, OCEAN WAVES LAPPING AT YOUR FEET WITH A BEAUTIFUL BREEZE, RUNNING BAREFOOT THROUGH CASTLE HALLWAYS WITH SIBLINGS impression. In Sydney, they work as a WAITRESS. They’re known to be quite ADVENTEROUS & STEADFAST, but have a tendency to be STUBBORN & INDISCREET on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns :

laena is a cis-female and uses she/her pronouns

How long have they been in Sydney :

laena has been living in sydney for the past 4 years. in her fake life, she has lived in sydney for her whole life.

Which suburb do they live in?

laena lives in manly, and spends most of her time down at the water.

Personality description (in your own words) :

laena is a fiery girl and has been so since she was a young girl. she is spunky and stubborn in all senses of the word. she inherited her fathers adventerous spirit electing to spend more time out in the world than just sitting in a stuffy throne room and listening to the speakings of old men. she set out from a very young age to do what others said she was never able to, and has never given up since.

Memories of their real life :

the last memory that laena has is arriving in pentos with her and daemon's daughters. she has no memories of their third child, nor any memories of dying.

What was their fake life like :

tbd after plotting. looking for: fake life siblings, fake life friends, beach people especially that she hangs out with.

Theme Song:

girl on fire // alicia keys , i am not a woman, i'm a god // halsey , young and beautiful // lana del ray , power // little mix , who is she? // i monster , bad idea // dove cameron , crazy over you // blackpink , unholy // sam smith , mount everest // labrinth

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"i need my golden crown of sorrow. my bloody sword to swing. i need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology cause i am no mother, i am no bride. i am king."

[osinfulserpent]

for the fic writer ask: 1, 14, 18, 26

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

choosing ophiophagus for this one, and 'King' by Florence + The Machine!

the lyrics 'i need my golden crown of sorrow/my bloody sword to swing/i need my empty halls to echo with grand self-made mythologies' and 'i was never as good as i always thought i was/but i knew how to dress it up/ i was never satisfied, it never let me go/just dragged me by the hair and back on with the show' especially were catalysts for my presentation of doy in that fic! plus, its just a banger

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

LAFD LAFD LAFD i would love to see it in a graphic novel form

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

'Her fangs cause her tongue to slip, hissing the syllabic sounds, sending her spiralling. Insensate, slip-ups that stupid serve no sense in sounding from such salient seniority such as herself. No servant shall salute, succour, or support such simple shortcomings of syntax - so much is at stake!' - from ophiophagus

as someone who has a syllabic lisp myself, writing this was simultainiously very fun (i love alliteration) and aggravating (flashbacks to speech therapy) plus my habit of reading out loud when i'm unhappy with a passage meant i got a lot of practise in. this one was just a delight, the snaking sentence added imo

26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see?

aside from the smut? probably rememberance - it'd likely cause a whole host of pitying looks

[vulpescantus]

while objectively speaking i think florence's dance fever is incredible, it's not very up my alley and i miss the days of lungs/ceremonials especially - that said, king specifically (and cassandra) are simply too artful masterpieces for me to ever skip... "i need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self mythology" especially within the context of the song... her mind...