voice testing an oc // wrathy wrath wrath.

[bloodboil]

Get off my fucking back, bitch, or I'll shoot you right through this pretty little brain of yours. I'm not a goddamn play thing, and you're about to find out what it really means to piss me off.

[ Snarl. ]

Idiot.

[ And in a darker, angrier, dripping-with-bloodlust tone. ]

If you try to get me to sleep with that little shit, it's over.

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[howmuch]

Someone's peevish.

[bloodboil]

Oh joy, the fucking prodigy. [ She wants to smack your smarmy all-powerful face. ] I don't need your goddamned chortling.

[howmuch]

[By all means, if you feel froggy, darling, do jump.]

I don't recall any 'chortling', ironically. Just a simple observation.

[unlusting]

If I'm not the little shit you're referring to Mag, I am going to be severely disappointed.

/does the thing anyway !!!!

[patiens]

[ S i g h. It doesn't matter what form or incarnation Wrath embodies, they're always so temperamental. ]

It will be interesting to find how quickly you will be proven wrong. These writers have more power and sway over us than anything we could hope to achieve.

[bloodboil]

Yeah, well, ob-fuckin'-serve somewhere else, Feathers. I don't have time for your mindfuckery.

[ wrath: the only sin who gives absolutely no fucks about the respect lucifer deserves ]

[bloodboil]

Oh, baby, who else is as annoyingly pubescent as you?

o heyyyyy

[bloodboil]

[ that's her fuckin' job, son ]

It'll be interesting to find how quickly I punch your stupid little lights out. This bitch hasn't got half a hold on me. I'm not one to be held in general, but her? She's a fuckin' sap. Not unlike yourself, Princess Pretty Fuck.

[unlusting]

C'mon, Maggie—can I call you Maggie? I'm calling you Maggie—just admit it. I'm irresistible. You know it, I know it, so let's just do it already.

[bloodboil]

You call me Maggie again and I'll rip it right off.

[unlusting]

You just want an excuse to touch it.

[bloodboil]

In your dreams, jackass.

[unlusting]

Every single night. Your's too, if I'm doing my job right.

[opinions]

I bet you're fun at parties.

[bloodboil]

Hot shit, you have no idea.

[bloodboil]

Looks like you're falling behind on your duties, sweet cheeks.

[opinions]

You would be...surprised.

[bloodboil]

Don't recall seeing you at a party I've been to yet. [ She grins, and winks. ] But you kinda seem familiar.

[opinions]

A shame, really, but also a good thing. Things have a way to get messy around me.

I look a bit like everyone, or so I've been told.

[bloodboil]

Think I might've whispered little nothings into your ear a time or two. Name's Mag.

[opinions]

Maybe, maybe not. I seldom get angry. Sophia. Or Sophie, I like that one too.

Shooting at your mun wouldn't be wise in the long run.

[bloodboil]

I don't give a fuck. But if you don't get angry much, you might need a little coaxing.

[unlusting]

You're seriously telling me that you've never woken up all hot and bothered with my name on your lips?

[opinions]

You need someone's hands to let you be. I never said anything about making things easy.

I wonder how that would go? I'm the kind of person that enjoys being in control.

[ Spoilers: Lots of death. ]

[bloodboil]

Not even once. [ Smokering. Grin. }

[gaon]

[ wait, wait a second, is that an almost smile on Kaz's face? why, i think it is.

someone is amused.]

Aw, and here I thought you liked him.

[unlusting]

[ He leans in and down so that their faces are only a few inches apart. ]

You're lying.

[bloodboil]

Don't you like everybody likes everybody simply because they have confidence? I tolerate him.

[bloodboil]

[ She quirks a pierced brow, and lashes her tongue out just a hair away from his lips. ] But you'll never know.

[gaon]

[ he shrugs ] Perhaps. And for you, tolerance is quite the feat.

[ especially when you consider how annoying he is. really now, tolerance and resignation are the feelings that go along with him the best.]

[bloodboil]

How about tolerating a fist to your face, pumpkin?

[ she's going to blow him to pieces one day. soon. ]

[unlusting]

[ His eyes flicker down to her tongue for just a brief second before he leans in the last few inches and, quite quick, presses his lips to her's. Then he straightens up and takes a half-step back, grinning. ]

I'll just take that as a yes.

[gaon]

Oh, does that mean you like me too? And here I thought you were impervious to my charms...

[ he just thinks he's better than you really. better than everyone actually and he is, damnit]

[bloodboil]

[ He's lucky he has the time to straighten up, because otherwise she'd have hit him in the eye. As it is, her fist draws back and she slugs him one, hard, headspinningly hard, in the jaw. ]

Don't you ever do that again, you slimy little fuck.

[bloodboil]

Just because I want to flatten your faces all the time doesn't mean I don't like you guys. I'd just like you better with flat fuckin' faces. [ Tee fuckin hee she's so cute ]

[gaon]

Mmm, as much as I can say I would still look brilliant with a flat face, I think I can hold off on that arrangement.

[ there is a beat before he nearly grins. and leans in close.]

Awww, little Magaere likes me.

[ it's said with a sickeningly sweet tone, one that lingers even after he has skipped run out of her arms reach.

he's stupid not suicidal.]

[unlusting]

[ He expected her to hit him, really. So it doesn't take him by surprise, yet it does take him by surprise. Somehow. At any rate, a sharp 'fuck!' slips past his lips and his hands fly to his mouth. He hunches over a moment, breathing through the aching pain.

And, naturally, when he straights up again, he's grinning a lop-sided grin, hand still pressed to his jaw. ]

You didn't enjoy it at all? Not even a little bit? I don't make your heart all fluttery?

[howmuch]

"Feathers"? [His voice goes deceptively mild.] Tell me something, Number Five, have we grown a bit too big for our britches?

bc i wanted to voicetest gluttony but didn't want to make a d_m post |D

[nimis]

Giiiirl. [ Just... this knowing look, right here. ] Just tone it down a few notches. Or seven. Whichever you prefer. You can't let that prick get under your skin, honey.

[ Casually patting the empty spot next to her on the couch she's lounging on. ] C'mon here and sit with me. I'll share my popcorn with you and you can bitch yourself breathless.