like this for a starter from the god kingÂ

Discoholic đŞŠ
official daine visual archive
Misplaced Lens Cap
will byers stan first human second
$LAYYYTER

Kaledo Art
Stranger Things
One Nice Bug Per Day
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Xuebing Du
taylor price

Kiana Khansmith

Product Placement
Jules of Nature
Fai_Ryy
art blog(derogatory)
todays bird

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from Germany

seen from TĂźrkiye

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Algeria
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from France
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@hingedjaw-blog
like this for a starter from the god kingÂ

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
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 â 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 â you arenât a machine, you are a human being. your mental health and your comfort overrides anything else.Â
iâm going to be changing up my theme, but go ahead and like this for a small starterÂ
florence + the machine starters
LUNGS
âLeave all your love and your longing behind.â
âI wish that I could just be brave.â
âThis is a gift, it comes with a price.â
âIâm not calling you a liar, just donât lie to me.â
âAnd I love you so much, Iâm gonna let you kill me.â
âIf you could only see the beast youâve made of me.â
âSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell.â
âYou left me in the dark.â
âIâm gonna drink myself to death.â
âBut I like to think at least things canât get any worse.â
âAnd I never felt so alive, and so⌠dead.â
LUNGS - the b-sides
âI was drinking, and now Iâm drunk.â
âI was a heavy heart to carry.â
âWho is the betrayer?â
âAre you hurting the one you love?â
âThatâs the last song youâll ever sing.â
âI loved you from the start.â
CEREMONIALS
âTell me what all the sighingâs about.â
âAnd every demon wants his pound of flesh.â
âAnd Iâve been a fool and Iâve been blind.â
âAnd Iâm damned if I do and Iâm damned if I donât.â
âOh, my love, donât forsake me.â
âWould you have it any other way?â
âIâve been losing sleep.â
âThereâs no salvation for me now.â
âIâd do anything to make you stay.â
âTell me what you want me to say.â
âHeaven help me, I need to make it right.â
âWould you leave me if I told you what Iâve done?â
âHoly water cannot help you now.â
âI donât want your money.â
âSee Iâve come to burn your kingdom down.â
âIâll be dead before the day is done.â
âSay my name.â
âAnd we will never be afraid again.â
âIâm gonna lose my mind.â
âYou can call me anything you want.â
âMake me your Maria.â
âIâm already on my knees.â
âIâm not here looking for absolution.â
HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL
âSome things never sleep.â
âCome on, is this what you want?â
âYou got a hold on me.â
â'Cause thereâs a hole where your heart lies.â
âI never thought Iâd be a killer.â
âLet me leave or let me love you.â
âWasting my goddamn time.â
âNow here comes the crescendo.â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
No one who wears a crown is ever safe.
George R.R. Martin - A Feast for crows (via readsquotes)
  â why settle for being a king then? â   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.  â when you can become a god.  fully fledged, without the restrictions of any annoying pests trying to keep you down.â  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 distractionsâŚhe could win.  â donât tell me you wouldnât want that.   the right to be what you deserve. â
        â  you mistake me, as many have.   â  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.Â
                          Heâll do nicely.  Â
        â   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.  â She slings his favor back, the curvature of her shellâs lips arching upward in an insincere smile. These human worlds have made her petty.Â
        â   i am ILLYRIA, the GOD-KING of the pridorium. and i know exactly what i deserve.    âÂ
        All of it.         Every last thing.Â
âA woman who has no fer over life and death. Death has come for me once.â 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.Â
âYou enter into my domain and I am to reveal your intentions.â
      â   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,    â  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 demonâs throat, crackling with each passing second -- Illyria did not desire a fight, not now at the very least. â  yet i shall answer your question all the same, for i hold reverence over such claims,   âÂ
       â    i am ILLYRIA, the MERCILESS; god-king of the primordium and iâve come to reclaim what is rightfully mine.    â
@hingedjaw
âââśâ˝âś; â          ÇŃ'â Đ˛Ń Îą âÎšŃ ŃĎ ŃÎąŃ cĎ ŃΚĎĎ ŃΚŃŃ âΚâΡ'Ń Đ˛Ď Đ˛Đ˛âŃ ÎąŃ Đ˝ŃŃ ÎąĎĎŃĎÎącĐ˝. 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 strangeâpiercingâabout her eyes. The tint of her skin. âŚsomething âŚwasnât quite right.Â
     â âŚ? â
       â   -- 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.   â   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.  Â
        â  whatâs your name, small man ?   â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
@hingedjaw started following you
âWell, well, what a surprise indeed.â
      Itâs 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.Â
       â   The only surprise is how most lesser creatures have survived this long. Who are you to presume to speak to me  ?  â
so as much as i want to be on tomorrow, somethingâs come up
Keep reading
//clicks bottles @ u WAAAARRRRRRIOOORRRR COME OUT TO PLAAAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAYYYY
 s q u i n t sÂ
  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 âwelcomingâ female entity. he doesnât talk, only an adjustment of his head was   made downward unto the female being, his change in posture mirroring a feeling of   unamused curiosity.
     â   You do not speak.   Why  ?   â   âTis a question that will harken little answers. Silence, a rare quality in the bustling undertow the universe had become â things that utter out of turn, chittering and chattering with clacking teeth, maws drooling âpon 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. Â
      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. â   You do not seem to be in awe at the presence of a GOD. Curious.    â
SLAYER
buffy was decidedly uneasy as she watched illyria speak. talking to gods ??  not fun. she still had the very vivid memory of gloryâs punch on her face and trust her when she said  she wasnât looking forward to a second round.  this one looked different, though, and she wasnât 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;
â do you actually talk like this all the time ?? Â does it ever work on boys ?? â
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 illyriaâs direction, trying (( and probably failing )) to hide any sign of hesitation.
â iâm here for you, actually⌠i was hoping we could talk â
     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 itâs temples ? Sniveling humans that once skittered beneath itâs weight now writhe and flock upon the very surface that it once blessed. The bones of itâs 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.  â     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,    â  Leeching ire and crinkled nose, Illyria hisses at the blonde.Â
      â    If youâve come to speak, I suggest you do so. I grow tired of this inane bleating. Your comrades are much more curt with their words.     â 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  itâs impression on her friends -- instead false airs follow forth; posturing is such a human thing to do. Â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
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 â old one â itâs incredibly hard, even illyriaâs rivals could not manage it. they entombed her in a sarcophagus & sealed her within the â deeper well â, hoping that she would never return to the earthly plain â 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 âWINIFRED BURKLEâ ( excuse me, iâm quietly sobbing ). Â
while illyria in whatever form she choses can stop/manipulate time, open/close dimensions, & is relatively impervious to damage â she is not a traditional âGODâ & thus she is not traditionally â IMMORTALâ . there is an entire episode dedicated to her & the effects of her resurrection, in which all of Team Angel finds out that Illyriaâs current host cannot hold her & she effectively begins to erupt or as Spike & Angel lovingly term it â goes chernobyl â . during this entire episode, they find a way to effectively mitigate her powers, bring her own onto a more manageable level where her energy isnât leaking, effectively what we might call, spiritual petroleum.Â
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 ( sheâs 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 couldnât do  with aid from others.Â
illyria is horrendously hard to kill, even if someone were to shatter her current form â 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 ( â example; see buffy graduation day part 2 )Â .Â
i would not take her lightly; sheâs still a demon lord.Â
replies: slayeriing, indomitablle, & laceraalas starters: atlasarchivist, xmxphisto, & tuppencetrinkets
if iâm missing anyone, please let me know. otherwise iâll attempt to get most of these out of the way tonight when iâm home from work properly