#voxistem

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"I say good man, your face is a picture box! One of those moving ones! Ah! How curious~" The little brunette smiled wide, a very familiar grin. "Must be terrible for your neck, old sport~" He mused, cocking his head to the side with that unending smile still plastered on his face.

"A demon in the flesh, my. You're nothing like I had expected~"

[bitchfluencer]

this convo is slaying me. canon dialogue.

[lcftcult]

@voxistem || x

Did her boss hear her? Black Star was uncertain as to wether Vox had fully took in his employee's question or not. But the Overlord appeared busy with phone in one hand and holographic screens buzzing around him. But with the short and sweet answer given, Black Star would mentally deduce on what to give Vox's pet shark to eat.

But it would seem Vox had something different in mind. He wanted the underling to go out and fetch some voxtech-brand food. Well, good thing Black Star didn't have to spend her own money. Because the tiny Sinner didn't have much, let alone enough for a bag of the stuff! "H-Her lipstick?" The feline didn't understand how makeup would be appetizing. But as of present day, Black Star had no experience with raising a pet. Perhaps helping and doing errands for Vark would help in that area!

"I-I.. yes sir! R-Right away Mister Vox!" The feline's tail fur poofed out anxiously, right as she gave the much taller man a salute before scampering off to find Vark. "Here Varky Varky.. here boy!" Black Star would whistle, trying to get his attention. Patting her knees with both hands Black Star would call for Vark again. Then the Sinner heard the little pattering of feet.. perhaps it was him?

[allcluia]

Snatch * reverse [ for Mal ]

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

The rage that snapped to the surface wasn’t uncommon but the reddening of his eyes and the protrusion of his horns wasn’t as common. It was a real show of his power and lineage, mirroring his sister and father

He yanked him back, leaning in close to his screen, “ don’t fucking dismiss me. “ his words are hissed through teeth gritted so tight, they might shatter under the pressure. He digs his claws into the overlords wrist tighter “ I am not one of your pets- YOU are to grovel under ME “ The final word was yell that reverberates in the room

[toxitrosia]

✦ ───  𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 

❛ it's dynamic. ❜ val coos, eyes ablaze with a concoction of pride and unadulterated affection. —a sliver of sentiment that burns out like a falling star the moment vox's assistant crosses through the room. he steps back to admire his handwork, gaze lingering a moment too long on his partner's luminous visage.

❛ it will change to suit the viewer. like mine but curated for your features and objective. ❜ the moth's fingers absentmindedly trace the lapels of the media's crisp suit. ❛ kind of like the one i cast for you when we cross planes. ❜ an amused grin flickers across carefully glossed lips. ❛ but instead of making you more palatable for humans, it just softens your edges, alters the coloring... ❜ he gyrates his wrist fluidly, fingers curling in a vague gesture of wordless implication. ❛ you're still you —just the you that your viewers imagine you as in their deluded little minds. it's barely even an illusion really, just a projection of desire manifested through aural transmission. ❜ one set of shoulders round idly.

val steps back or a moment, cerise eyes narrowing slightly. he has cast variety of projection spells to ensure the glamour is effective. —pulling aural energy from employees in the surrounding area to witness their own perception of @voxistem actualized by the spell's manifestation. despite the cross-hexes and layered enchantments, val can never see to replicate the sensation on himself. the counter spell's 99% success ratio must be a fallacy, considering he not once glimpsed anything other than the media as he is, unaltered by any illusions that are not of vox's own making. ( a frightening thought, swiftly entombs inself deepest catacombs of his mind. ) valentino swallows the unsteady thrum within his center in favor of a coy smile.

he runs the pad of his thumb along a lower corner of vox's face. ❛ i had to cast an alteration spell to make it work on camera. that one is a fucking nightmare if you don't have enough blood. ❜ he hisses, teeth bared beneath a pouting curl of his plump lower lip. ❛ but worth the effort. no one will be able to resist you now. ❜ he chimes, dipping forward to trace his tongue along the media's lips, a humming chuckle reverberating through the fleeting tangle. ❛ but that's nothing new, is it? ❜ he purrs, one smoldering eye dimming beneath the dip of lashes. ❛ you ready for your speech, baby? ❜

[shokbyte]

❛ Aw, c'mere. Who's a good boy? ❜ He comes bearing treats for Vark!

Vark races over, sliding across the floor to a stop right in front of his master. He looks up at Vox with large, pleading eyes. The creature makes a sound that is too demonic to be described. A human's ears would bleed from the frequency but Vox knows that this is a happy sound. [ Vark was waiting for him all day! Waiting and wait for the dreaded work to be over. ] The shark's long tongue hangs from his mouth. He lowers himself on his front paws and wags his tail.

[narrativehazbins]

@voxistem // starter call

As they died, they have a vague thought that it's at least a little comical. In time, they'll find it funnier, but they can't help but appreciate the utter ridiculousness even as it happens. Even as the pain of being ripped apart by jackals while they're restrained at their throat and wrists sinks in, even as death itself begins to sink in.

Hey. What can they say? They've always appreciated a little bit of a comedy moment.

Enter: Death

Enter: Afterlife

Now, once upon a time, Anomaly had gone to church. Once upon a time they'd been made to go to church, and maybe they'd even held vague beliefs at one point that had been wiped out through time and general cynicism. So, waking up anywhere when they knew they'd died (and died laughing at that), is at best a little odd. Waking up in a body that didn't entirely feel normal to them made it odder still.

"man." They're taking it well enough, sitting up and inspecting new found claws on the end of their fingers. They feel like they should be more affected by this, but intense feelings hadn't been their thing in years. Whatever, wherever they were now wasn't about to shake them that badly. "what the fuck."

[sinyourdreams]

❝ Boss V. ❞ Tiffany pulls out a chair ﹠ perches on it without being invited. ❝ I 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 to admit it. ❞ She pauses to cross her legs. Leather creaks and swishes against satin. ❝ Angel living at that GHETTO ASS HOTEL while he's still working for Val is not a good look for this Empower Hell thing you've got going on. ❞ She flitters her fingers at the logo.

❝ It's 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 trainwreck ﹠ disharmony. You need to get that whore on board or tank his reputation deep enough to make him irrelevant. ❞ She tosses her hair and sits her elbow on @voxistem's  desk. Speaking noncommittally she admits, ❝ Its no secret that I WANT THAT BITCH GONE. But I'll push my personal feelings aside this time for the greater good. ❞

𖹭.ᐟ  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍