GOD♚KING

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like this for a starter from the god king 

[ampleinnuendo]

this is another healthy reminder that: no one owns you as a roleplayer. you are more than your replies, your ships, your asks, or anything else. you are not obligated to write, to respond, to reply, to send, to ship – you have no obligation but to yourself and those that you care about. you are allowed to write when you feel like it, write however you want, answer asks that you only want to answer, and ship with whoever you want to ship with. you should not feel guilty for writing with a person you have more chemistry with over others or writing with a hundred people. you should not feel guilty for letting replies go a day, a week, a month without a response – you aren’t a machine, you are a human being. your mental health and your comfort overrides anything else. 

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i’m going to be changing up my theme, but go ahead and like this for a small starter 

[lxdymaria]

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[thememesource]

florence + the machine starters

LUNGS

“Leave all your love and your longing behind.”

“I wish that I could just be brave.”

“This is a gift, it comes with a price.”

“I’m not calling you a liar, just don’t lie to me.”

“And I love you so much, I’m gonna let you kill me.”

“If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me.”

“Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell.”

“You left me in the dark.”

“I’m gonna drink myself to death.”

“But I like to think at least things can’t get any worse.”

“And I never felt so alive, and so… dead.”

LUNGS - the b-sides

“I was drinking, and now I’m drunk.”

“I was a heavy heart to carry.”

“Who is the betrayer?”

“Are you hurting the one you love?”

“That’s the last song you’ll ever sing.”

“I loved you from the start.”

CEREMONIALS

“Tell me what all the sighing’s about.”

“And every demon wants his pound of flesh.”

“And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind.”

“And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t.”

“Oh, my love, don’t forsake me.”

“Would you have it any other way?”

“I’ve been losing sleep.”

“There’s no salvation for me now.”

“I’d do anything to make you stay.”

“Tell me what you want me to say.”

“Heaven help me, I need to make it right.”

“Would you leave me if I told you what I’ve done?”

“Holy water cannot help you now.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.”

“I’ll be dead before the day is done.”

“Say my name.”

“And we will never be afraid again.”

“I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“You can call me anything you want.”

“Make me your Maria.”

“I’m already on my knees.”

“I’m not here looking for absolution.”

HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL

“Some things never sleep.”

“Come on, is this what you want?”

“You got a hold on me.”

“'Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies.”

“I never thought I’d be a killer.”

“Let me leave or let me love you.”

“Wasting my goddamn time.”

“Now here comes the crescendo.”

[readsquotes]

No one who wears a crown is ever safe.

George R.R. Martin - A Feast for crows (via readsquotes)

[winchestress]

[arkhmd]

  ‘ why settle for being a king then? ‘     this one would be much harder to mold. she had a strong will, her own experience and power being much greater than his. however, hes dealt with much worse. any being can be persuaded, human or otherwise.    his new world order would ensure those closest to him, those that deserved the power and right to live, would live larger than any king. royalty has no place in his world, no no.  ‘ when you can become a god.   fully fledged, without the restrictions of any annoying pests trying to keep you down.’   first the Bat would fall, the symbol of fear and hope in Gotham. he would no doubt be the most difficult to remove from the equation. but if his army had enough power, enough distractions…he could win.  ‘ don’t tell me you wouldn’t want that.     the right to be what you deserve. ‘

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               ❛    you mistake me, as many have.    ❜  Hushed utterance, this body is restrictive. Perhaps it is the lacking appearance of power that gives him pause, doubt, and a slender obligation to convince her of something more. Foolish. It -- she, whatever Illyria warranted herself as, nary mattered now. This world ached to stand upon the edge of change, whimpering for release as it cascades itself into oblivion. The warrior that postures before, an aura of deviancy and betrayal ( tantalizing to her tongue ), is merely a vessel for it all. 

                                                 He’ll do nicely.    

               ❛     i am no meager king of sniveling humans.  i breathed and walked these worlds before you were born, before your kind crawled themselves out of the murk beneath my feet.  my glory beheld by enemies as i crushed them within my maw.  lesser beings new their place before presuming to speak to me of what i deserve.   ❜ She slings his favor back, the curvature of her shell’s lips arching upward in an insincere smile. These human worlds have made her petty. 

               ❛     i am ILLYRIA, the GOD-KING of the pridorium. and i know exactly what i deserve.     ❜ 

                All of it.                 Every last thing. 

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

“A woman who has no fer over life and death. Death has come for me once.” She danced with it, kissed it, and parted from its side to live again. She had no fear of this one, for she was not her enemy. Humans were and the rutted ones. 

“You enter into my domain and I am to reveal your intentions.”

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            ❛     before you walked this existence, i was here. your domain is merely a concept of purpose that you cling in futility. what you are is hardly above what you used to be,      ❜    She is all things -- the concept of dominion itself, power and prowess over all that walks upon this very earth. Respect held itself taut by a bowstring of grace and Illyria held little notice of it.  A sigh lingers in the back of the demon’s throat, crackling with each passing second -- Illyria did not desire a fight, not now at the very least. ❛   yet i shall answer your question all the same, for i hold reverence over such claims,    ❜ 

              ❛      i am ILLYRIA, the MERCILESS; god-king of the primordium and i’ve come to reclaim what is rightfully mine.      ❜

[laceraalas]

@hingedjaw

▐│∶☽∶; —                   ǀт'∂ вє α ℓιє тσ ѕαу cυяισυѕιту ∂ι∂η'т вυввℓє αт нєя αρρяσαcн. His own footsteps slow and he shifts just enough to face her, brows furrowed and lips curved into the smallest of frowns. As he inhales, he straightens. Stiffens. Feels a sudden and unexpected chill curl its way down his spine. Her eyes… there was something so strange–piercing–about her eyes. The tint of her skin. …something …wasn’t quite right. 

          ❛ …? ❜

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             ❛     -- you stand upon the precipice of the void itself and you do not cower, yet there are stranger things I have seen in my time.    ❜     Instincts drove them all, regardless of creed or species. They were the hum in the night, the slither in the shadows, the ever encroaching sense of unease when all things were too quiet. She is more than that;  a shuddering glimpse into abyssal nothingness and he dares to look upon her with curiosity vexing. Skeletal and cracked, the way her head jerks to the side in irritated interest. Instincts  -- he should have better ones. For it is the maw of the lion that feasts upon the lamb.   

               ❛    what’s your name, small man ?    ❜

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

@hingedjaw started following you

“Well, well, what a surprise indeed.”

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            It’s skin is uncomfortable, a restrictive gnarled gown of pale flesh and eager disappointments. Twitch and the half breed speaks unto the GOD-KING with such authority. Everyone is so brazen in this word. 

             ❛    The only surprise is how most lesser creatures have survived this long. Who are you to presume to speak to me  ?  ❜

[ampleinnuendo]

so as much as i want to be on tomorrow, something’s come up

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//clicks bottles @ u WAAAARRRRRRIOOORRRR COME OUT TO PLAAAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAYYYY

 s q u i n t s 

[eriidanus-a]

   it could be the stature, the piece of technological wonder of an armor he adorned,    or it could be how he was about as silent as the vacuum of space. just about as    desolate in sound. for what he was hearing, he thought of it as frivolous, verbose    bullshit from this… woman. at least, that it was the SPARTAN thought of this more    than “welcoming” female entity. he doesn’t talk, only an adjustment of his head was    made downward unto the female being, his change in posture mirroring a feeling of    unamused curiosity.

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          ❛     You do not speak.    Why   ?    ❜     ‘Tis a question that will harken little answers. Silence, a rare quality in the bustling undertow the universe had become – things that utter out of turn, chittering and chattering with clacking teeth, maws drooling ‘pon the greatness of names they nary deserved to utter. Sewn lips shut, swallow tongue, and gorge on the throats of those that be so bold as to sing the hymn of thine own name. He is not so one that will face such a grievance.  

           Lips poured over with the hue of the ocean depths part, pursed whilst cloudy irises squint up at the armored creature. Whatever he was, a struggle of vague humanity reeked in all corners of this place. ❛     You do not seem to be in awe at the presence of a GOD. Curious.     ❜

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SLAYER

buffy was decidedly uneasy as she watched illyria speak. talking to gods ??  not fun. she still had the very vivid memory of glory’s punch on her face and trust her when she said  she wasn’t looking forward to a second round.  this one looked different, though, and she wasn’t even talking about the wardrobe situation. glory was like a queen. tacky, but still a queen. like harmony on many steroids. she could tell illyria was a warrior. takes one to know one, she guessed. GREAT. just what she needed;

❝ do you actually talk like this all the time ??  does it ever work on boys ?? ❞

yes, buffy, nice move, make fun of the demon god.

a very shy smile was on her face as she took a small step to illyria’s direction, trying (( and probably failing )) to hide any sign of hesitation.

❝ i’m here for you, actually… i was hoping we could talk ❞

          Illyria is a spectacle , a movement, a religious experience beyond that might ache to shift and quake the heavens themselves. And what it is met with disrespect and idle chatter. Were there no clergy left of it’s temples ? Sniveling humans that once skittered beneath it’s weight now writhe and flock upon the very surface that it once blessed. The bones of it’s shells mouth clench and gnash, a subtle twitch following the flutter of lashes. The GOD - KING had heard stories of THIS Slayer in particular; beloved and adored by her comrades, specifically those that were familiar with a former life. Truly a warrior, truly a champion -- were this a different age, Illyria might have deigned to crush her just for the sheer honor in death.

            And yet now, it does not flinch at the softer step made close (  -- how it noticed but nary fast enough to stop, reflexes dimming like sunlight and just as fragile in the encroaching black abyss ) , instead shoulders hitch, a safe-guard of tension.   ❛        YOU think I concern myself with how the males of your species view me ? Ridiculous.  I am a greatness they cannot even begin to comprehend,      ❜  Leeching ire and crinkled nose, Illyria hisses at the blonde. 

           ❛      If you’ve come to speak, I suggest you do so. I grow tired of this inane bleating. Your comrades are much more curt with their words.      ❜ Threats of tongues ripped out, gurgling on sticky blood such notions were met with horror and disgust, a garish retreat. Illyria did not feel the urge to detail the Slayer on the lack of  it’s impression on her friends -- instead false airs follow forth; posturing is such a human thing to do.  

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Is Illyria immortal?

send me questions you have about my character!

yes & no.  by in large decree of ANGEL canon, she is but that changes during the series itself. Illyria is the OLDEST character in the show and Buffy canon, unless you count Dawn ( as her time spent as the Key ). she is as old as the FIRST ( the prime evil and main villain of season 7 of BTVS ) & is probably of the same breed, considering that the FIRST is merely a old one demon like Illyria. while it is not impossible to kill an ‘ old one ‘ it’s incredibly hard, even illyria’s rivals could not manage it. they entombed her in a sarcophagus & sealed her within the ‘ deeper well ‘, hoping that she would never return to the earthly plain – however, it was predestined that she would rise again & thusly take a new host, which many who are familiar with ATS, know that host as ‘WINIFRED BURKLE’ ( excuse me, i’m quietly sobbing ).  

while illyria in whatever form she choses can stop/manipulate time, open/close dimensions, & is relatively impervious to damage – she is not a traditional ‘GOD’ & thus she is not traditionally ‘ IMMORTAL’ . there is an entire episode dedicated to her & the effects of her resurrection, in which all of Team Angel finds out that Illyria’s current host cannot hold her & she effectively begins to erupt or as Spike & Angel lovingly term it “ goes chernobyl ” . during this entire episode, they find a way to effectively mitigate her powers, bring her own onto a more manageable level where her energy isn’t leaking, effectively what we might call, spiritual petroleum. 

after this episode, we find illyria substantially weakened. her power to manipulate time? gone. her power to open dimensions? gone. her invulnerability? gone.  save for a few select things, the GOD-KING of the primordium is collared & shackled to the mortal plain that she exists in. illyria still retains a lot of things though that make her a formidable opponent & almost god like : super strength ( decreased but assumed to far more than the slayer ever had ), increased damage resistance ( she’s able to survive a one on one with a child of the Senior Partners and deal a few blows herself, no mortal could handle typically ), the ability to change/morph her form ( several times she changes back into Winifred for various purposes ), & probably several other things illustrated by the comic. she slays a demon dragon by herself, something angel couldn’t do  with aid from others. 

illyria is horrendously hard to kill, even if someone were to shatter her current form – she may skill resurrect in a different one later one. be it weeks form that day or a thousand years, illyria is eternal unless severely demolished ( – example; see buffy graduation day part 2 ) . 

i would not take her lightly; she’s still a demon lord. 

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replies: slayeriing, indomitablle, & laceraalas starters: atlasarchivist, xmxphisto, & tuppencetrinkets

if i’m missing anyone, please let me know. otherwise i’ll attempt to get most of these out of the way tonight when i’m home from work properly