“Everything I have done has been to protect this family, to protect the crown. And yet- it’s all falling apart.”
Tom reaches for his brother but he pulls away, jerks his shoulder almost violently and, for a moment, Tom is afraid. Afraid of what Richard might do, how he may lash out. But he remains, clears his throat and waits. The King bows his head, laughing hollowly. “I have done everything, absolutely everything I have been told to do and what have I got to show for it?”
“Brother,” Tom sounds out, but he gaze drops to the floor.
Richard isn’t looking at him anyway. He stares out through the window and sighs, the muscles in his back moving with the sound. He says, “I beheaded my wife’s brother to keep this throne safe; to protect the crown for my son. But he does not look at me any more. The Queen does not speak to me, only to her confessor, the Archbishop. I cannot remember the last time I made my daughter smile. And now I must go to war to protect this crown once more and I do not know who I can trust.”
He stops but Tom doesn’t jump in with a response — he has none.
The King closes his eyes and states, “To think, we were once happy.”
A W R E A T H O F T H O R N S : A MEDIEVAL RPF AU with Richard Armitage as the King (of somewhere idk, he might even be Holy Roman Emperor) and Tom Hiddleston as his scheming younger brother who wants the throne. (Also including Gemma Arterton as Richard’s younger queen, Isaac Hempstead-Wright as their eldest son and heir to the throne, Francois Arnaud as the Archbishop [who may or may not be in love with Queen Gemma], Lee Pace as royal adviser [who may or may not be in love with King Richard], and Holliday Grainger as Tom’s scheming wife and companion [who would happily get rid of Tom and marry Richard if Gemma were out of the way].) Utterly and totally for Michelle
because I got her to make a Zayn Malik tag.
Kalijah AU | Gone With The Wind; Elijah as Rhett Butler, Katherine as Scarlett O’Hara, & Stefan as Ashley Wilkes
“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”
(requested by anonymous)
AU | The LetterEnjolras’ eyes are immediately drawn to Éponine’s form as he hears her light footsteps enter the Musain, his attention quickly falls to the envelope that’s currently in her grasp. The pair had struck up an unlikely friendship and Enjolras enjoyed her presence at the meetings. She soon approaches him, her smile wide as he passionately tells her about the upcoming revolution. “I will join you, Monsieur” she eagerly tells him, but his kind eyes quickly turn cold and serious. “I forbid it, Éponine” he sternly replies, breaking their stare down after a few moments to return back to work. Biting her tongue, Éponine stuffs the envelope into her dress pocket and flees the café. She reaches her apartment and immediately changes out of her rags and into her boy clothes, determined to still join Enjolras despite his refusal. All the while, the Marble Man puts his earlier dispute with Éponine to the back of his mind and keeps himself busy at the Musain, continuing to plan the coming revolution with Les Amis.
She follows him to Lamarque’s funeral and later to the barricade, successfully hidden by her boy disguise; the envelope safely stored in the breast pocket. However, when the National Guard make their first attack come nightfall, Éponine witnesses Enjolras’ struggle with a soldier and throws herself infront of the soldiers rifle, just as he is about to fire. The wounded Éponine slowly sinks down the furniture and props herself up against the barricade, her vision is blurred and her cap falls off of her head revealing her identity. Enjolras immediately rushes to her side. She reaches into her shirt pocket and retrieves the letter, “I kept it from you… I’m sorry”.
Enjolras + Éponine | asked by i-feel-my-soul-on- fire
“…a chasm opened in the earth and out of it coal-black horses sprang, drawing a chariot and driven by one who had a look of dark splendor, majestic and beautiful and terrible. He caught her to him and held her close. The next moment she was being borne away from the radiance of earth in springtime to the world of the dead by the king who rules it.” (x)
Mythology Picspam → Circe
Too cruel am I? And the silly beasts, crowding around me when I pass their way, glower on me and, although they love me still, (with their poor sorts of love such as they could,) call wrath and vengeance to their humid eyes to scare me into mercy, or creep near with piteous fawnings, supplicating bleats. Too cruel? Did I choose them what they are? or change them from themselves by poisonous charms? (x)