#voicelike

[villainsimpqueen]

Tethered by a Voice

Adam x Succubus F!Reader, sfw

All my fics are 18! only, minors and ageless accounts will be blocked

He was late, like hell he was very fucking late.

Adam thrashed around his room, trying to get ready for the day. The meeting was supposed to start in fifteen minutes, and he had woken up late. His phone alarm hadn’t set, and now he was dealing with the consequences of not double-checking before crashing the night before.

His wings were a mess; he didn’t have time to preen them nicely or elegantly as he rushed to put on clothes: pants, a band tee (that would never see the heavenly sun), and his back brace. Something had been pulling beneath his right wing lately, and he hadn’t been able to get to Raphael’s clinic to have it checked out. He yanked his robestwo layers, messily over his head and ran to the bathroom to do something about his messy hair. While frantically typing in a number on his phone, he prepared to call his second-in-command, mostly to complain about why she hadn’t made sure he was awake.

“That fucking bitchdamn it, Lute, what do I pay you for?!” he hissed, lathering his hands with face wash and scrubbing aggressively as the phone started to ring.

Once.

Twice.

Then someone picked up.

“Welcome to Velvet Secrets, where your every craving finds its match. Who did you want to fulfill those wicked thoughts of yours tonight?”

A buttery, thick voicelike warmed molasses filled the bathroom through the speaker. Just as Adam was rinsing his face, he froze, staring at his phone in wide-eyed surprise. His wings flexed out immediately, beyond his control, a strange sensation running through them that he’d never felt before every single feather fluttering and puffing out as a strangled breath left him.

That voice sent his wings into chaos.

They stretched and fanned open, each feather on full display, throwing Adam for a complete loop. His stomach curled into knots, and another strange sensation ran up his spine.

Holy fuck.

“What the… fuck?” he muttered, distracted at the sight of himself in the mirror and the way his feathers started gleaming as if they had strings of gold sewn into them, now shimmering brightly.

There was a pause on the line before the woman spoke again.

“Um… hun? Did you mean to call this line?” she asked smoothly, causing his wings to flutter aggressively, each feather flashing.

His eyes nearly rolled back at the tingles moving up and down his spine. His head felt light as a rush of warmth filled it, making him shudder.

“Fuck…” he panted slightly, trying to make sense of what the hell was happening.

“I can transfer you to Serenade, or Tempest. Oh, Honey is a good recommendation, too!” that buttery-sweet voice echoed in his bathroom, confusing him further. A sudden shot of rejection swept through him.

He didn’t want another “bitch.” He wanted you.

“You,” he growled out, staring at his phone and noticing the number: (666) XXX-XXXX.

How in the Lord’s name had his phone connected to some line in that festering pool of fucking atrocious sinners and demon spawn, he did not know. Worse yet, he didn’t understand why his body was reacting so strongly to some sinner trash’s voice.

But fucking hell, he needed to hear more of it. That warm, sweet voice… God, he needed it to call for him.

“M-me?!” the voice sounded surprised, shocked and damn flustered and his wings fluffed up in response.

“Yeah, you. I want to talk to you,” he said, biting back a groan as he moved his hands to try to settle his wings. They fluttered softly against his palms.

“I… um… I…Don’t you want an experienced girl to take care of you? I mean, I’m just the receptionist,” the buttery voice said shyly and nervously, and fuck, that was doing things to him he couldn’t understand.

“Ain’t this your damn job?” Adam grunted, gripping the bathroom sink as he forced himself to stand tall, grabbing his phone and making his way to his bed, drawing sharp, heavy breaths.

“Hey!” that sweet voice squeaked. “Just ‘cause these things are run by succubi doesn’t mean all of us seduce!”

Adam settled onto his bed, lying on his wings in hopes of forcing them closed. Hearing your words, shame filled him, and his lips curled in disgust.

You were a hellspawn… worst of all, a whore of various species.

Yet the thought of that made his chest tighten and his wings spasm at the idea of shaming you.

“Look, if you aren’t going to pay to talk to one of the girls, I’ll have to end the cal”

“I’ll pay you triple what you make,” he blurted, “for you.”

What the fuck was he doing?!

Adam had never felt this level of desperation, but the thought of you hanging up sent him spiraling. His wings practically flapped against his bed, feathers ruffling out of sorts as though trying to catch someone else’s attention fast.

“...I don’t even know what to do…” Your voice was so soft, so small, and yet it sent a shudder through him. His wings fluttered happily, and each feather smoothed down and gleamed, causing him to roll his eyes back again.

“Fuck… You some kind of… good girl or something?” he forced out, listening intently. He heard nothing for a moment.

“I just… I don’t feel comfortable seducing others. I don’t know, I just… I want someone to want me for me, not for what I represent. So I don’t seduce, I just do the paperwork instead,” your voice came through the phone.

He felt a sense of pride for you. He didn’t know why his wings fluttered nonstop, but he felt so proud of you for being so modest.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, his eyes closed as shudders moved through him.

“See, I’m bad at this. Let me get you Tempt”

“Nah, babes,” Adam cut you off, feeling his wings fluff up in irritation at the offer. “I wanna hear that voice of yours just talk. Anything. Whatever is on your pretty little head.”

And that’s how he “met” you.

He spent three hours on the phone with you that day. He just listened while you talked. When the phone abruptly hung up after forty minutes, Adam nearly lost his shit trying to call back. His phone buzzed with an unidentifiable number from Hell.

He didn’t care how it was possible. Not when he answered and heard your voice chiming again, explaining that your work phone did that since he never actually selected a call-girl number.

You were just the receptionist, after all.

After that day, and having your personal number saved to his phone, Adam found himself talking to you a lot. You the little Hell-spawned succubus. And yet, his wings would act out even at the slightest thought of your voice.

You weren’t even actively seducing him!

Yet his body craved you regardless.

One time you called him, and he answered without realizing you had it on video. He momentarily panicked and shut off his camera without even looking at his phone, explaining very poorly why you couldn’t see him.

“I just can’t let you see me, babes,” he stated softly after you asked him.

“My job doesn’t really allow it.”

“Oh,” your soft voice came through. He didn’t look at his phone, paranoid that his camera would magically cut on.

“But… you can see me, right?” you asked softly. It made him turn his gaze to the screen, taking the form of a woman. He sharply inhaled as his wings shot right open, flexing all his puffed-up feathers from where he sat in his office chair. A groan left him as he took in your form on the screen.

(Shade of pink/purple), lovely skin, rich and stunning (e/c) eyes… and when his gaze moved to your wings, he noticed they were small and feathered. He had expected the usual bat-like succubus wings; instead, he saw delicate feathers that looked like they’d been dipped in gold along the tips.

His own wings were losing it stretched widely and rustling, feathers puffed out like some damn peacock as his eyes moved to your lips, absorbing your facial features.

Holy fucking God, you were beautiful.

He might have mistaken you for a “winner” if not for the small horns protruding from your head instead of a halo.

“Adam?” your buttery voice called, pulling him out of his dazed, drooling focus.

“Fuck, babygirl… fuck, you’re stunning,” he breathed out, unable to pull his eyes away from the phone as he took in what you were wearing.

A white blouse that had little ruffles at the sleeves, with just the top button undone so it wasn’t too tight around your neck. It was practically teasing him as he sharply inhaled, eyes moving down to the rest of your outfit flowy skirt and lace black stockings. You weren’t wearing shoes; he saw them off to the side. You were at home, he realized, your phone propped on your desk to show you off nicely while you sat in your chair.

Your lips twitched into a smile, and you giggled slightly. The sound was like the tinkling of wedding bells in his mind, making a dopey look form on his face as he leaned his chin into his palm at his work desk.

“Thank you, Adam~” your voice cooked through the phone, making him shift in his seat. He felt his chest throb with excitement and something he didn’t want to address at the time as he tried to do paperwork.

“Tell me about your day, beautiful,” he urged, instead of making a lewd comment about how badly he wanted to fondle you through that cute work outfit.

He should stop this, stop paying for your time, stop all the calls… with a Hellborn. A Hellborn. What the fuck was he doing?

He was the leader of the Exorcists. He literally went down there to kill scum and then dip out.

Adam thought about this as he listened to your sweet, velvety voice tell him about your day, while he tried focusing on paperwork. But at least you were safe, he reasoned, as his eyes flicked from the papers over to his phone screen. You had changed from your office clothes to some cute little sleep outfits, a tank top and fuzzy sleeping shorts.

Over the months, you have become more confident, showing more of your skin on these video calls. You were so fucking modest. It was literally the horns that reminded him of what you were. Even that was barely enough, as time kept passing, and the longer he allowed these calls, the more he forgot.

You were practically a saint down in that shithole. You didn’t seduce. One time you let slip that you hadn’t even had sex, a virgin succubus, which he found both fascinating and… something he felt oddly proud of.

“Don’t you need to, like, eat that energy or something?” he asked after you let it slip.

“Ah, yes, but just because I absorb the energy doesn’t mean I have to fuck someone. I can go to clubs or work. It’s just lust in general I can thrive off of. I just… I don’t know, I feel uncomfortable with the thought of sleeping around with people I don’t know. Does that make sense?” you explained, and he watched how your brows knitted together, how your little wings wrapped around you for comfort.

“Yeah, oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense, babe,” Adam assured you immediately, without a second thought anymore, and his own wings fluttered into his sides. He wanted to pull you through the damn screen into his arms, wrap his wings around you, and just keep you safe.

He shook his head to banish those thoughts as creeping guilt filled his chest.

You didn’t even know who he really was.

All of this was a lie.

And yet, your bright smile made him smile in return. How could he stop these moments? He still paid you for your time, always sending you large amounts of money for the calls, but you never changed how you treated him. You never once acted differently, still wearing your normal, modest clothing occasionally you’d show him a new pair of shoes or a new shirt.

After the bullshit meeting he had with Lucifer’s HellspawnCharles or Charlie, whatever the fuck her name washe treated himself to a phone call with you, sitting out on his penthouse balcony, stewing in irritation. His wings went crazy at the thought of you, adding to his irritation when your line didn’t go through.

“Fucking damn it, babe, where are you? Pick up,” he swore, tapping the call-again button repeatedly, forcing another call attempt.

When the link clicked through, he heard your voice. You sounded frantic.

“Adam?!”

“Hey, babes”

“Have you seen the news?” you cut him off, sounding panicked.

He paused, confused, letting out a small noise that said as much.

“No, I haven’t”

“They’re moving up the extermination date!” you cried, panicking, going on about how he needed to find somewhere safe, that he only had six months

“Um… babe, I’m fine, really”

“You’re a Sinner, Adam! They can kill you, and”

Ah, yes. The lies. You believed he was one of them.

“Babe, relax. I’ll be fine, trust me. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you, guilt piling on in his chest.

After this extermination, he would tell you the truth. You deserved that, even if you ended up blocking him. You deserved to know.

But he never got the chance.

He choked on golden blood as it poured from his mouth, feeling a piercing pain stab between his wings. Soon, he lay dying in the arms of a friend. It was strange, truly dying. He expected to see his whole life in Heaven flash by, but the only thing that came to mind were the phone calls, the video chats, the times he watched you sleep through the screen when you drifted off mid-conversation, making him ache to hold you, keep you warm in his wings.

His paid-for attention and companionship to you was all that flashed through his mind. As he looked up to see his friend, all he could see was you.

A saint in Hell.

He wanted to be better. Fuck, you deserved better, and he wanted to be that.

He was supposed to tell you the truth, to explain everything, to tell you how much you mattered to him, how much he cared for you even if he wasn’t supposed to. How much he wanted things to work out. And now?

He didn’t believe in second chances. He never really did. What was done was done. So he didn’t pray for himself to make it out. He didn’t expect the Heavenly Father to throw him a crutch.

But he did pray for you.

He prayed in his fading moments that you would always be safe, that his fucked-up breach of agreements wouldn’t cause you harm or lead to your death.

He prayed that you would find someone as good as you were, someone who wouldn’t make you be something you didn’t want to be. He understood not wanting to live as what you’d been born or created to be.

“Just make it possible for her to live well and be who she wants to be. Please, Fatherdon’t let those fuckers destroy her. Please. She’s a good person. She’s a good person.”

That was his final thought as his eyes grew heavy and his chest ached with agony. His wings still fluttered at the thought of you.

She didn’t deserve to be born there.

He accepted death fully. He didn’t expect to suddenly be alive again, so his confusion was huge when he woke up in an unfamiliar place in Hell.

Looking at the vast landscape reminding him of the countryside he realized he definitely wasn’t in the Pride Ring. He wasn’t well-versed in Hell’s geography, so he had no idea where he was. His wings automatically stretched to flap and lift him, pure habit. Yet they couldn’t do what they’d done so easily in Heaven. Confused, he looked at them

And froze in horror.

His wings were no longer the pure, golden bright color he was used to, but ashy black and gray, in terrible condition. The reason he couldn’t fly was obvious: all his flight feathers were gone, as though burned away. A liquid trickling down his face drew his attention. Bringing a hand up to wipe it, he saw black coating his fingers. Now alert, he felt the pounding in his head and noticed his nails had turned into black claws.

His chest heaved as he moved his hand to the top of his head, hissing in pain when he felt horns exploding from his skull. They felt crooked and messed up beyond belief. Adam took a step, meaning to move or find a mirror, and agony jolted through his legs, sending him tumbling forward. His wings flapped in a useless attempt to catch him, but failed, and he collided with the ground.

He rolled onto his ass, ignoring how his robe now stained with blackened blood slid around him, and glanced at his legs. Horror struck when he saw patches of black and brown fur leading down to hoof-like feet.

What the fuck happened to him?!

Why was he like this?!

Panicking, he tried scrambling to his feet. He needed to get to a church. To the elevator. He needed to contact Sera; she would have answers. Fuck, he needed to

A ringtone blared from his robe’s pocket, making him dig for his phone frantically.

It was probably Sera, probably help, maybe Lutesomeone who could tell him what was going on.

“Adam! Holy fuck, you answered!” a buttery, velvety voice cried out instead. He froze, his wings snapping open immediately as he recognized sniffles and quiet sobs.

“Where are you?!” you shrilled, making his head swim.

“What? Y/N?”

“I don’t give a fuck if your work can’t let you be seen. It’s been days since the extermination, Adam! Where the fuck are you? I’m coming to see you! I thought you were dead!” you sobbed.

Guilt flooded him. In a daze, Adam looked around, describing the area he was in.

“You’re… in Wrath? That’s not I don’t care. I’ll be there in a second,” you said before hanging up.

“Y/N, wait!” But the line went dead.

Adam couldn’t help screaming in frustration and guilt. He had no idea what was going on, why he was in Hell, why he looked like thisand fuck, he didn’t want you to see him like this. He hadn’t even had a chance to explain who he was. How would you react?

His thoughts couldn’t spiral any faster when a strange noise came from behind, making him turn to see the air warping into a portal and a small woman stepping through. His eyes landed on you, and his wings fluttered at the sight.

God, you were such a pretty sight in person.

Your eyes darted around frantically until you saw him, and you halted immediately. A noise left you as you stared at him. Recognition formed, then fear. Adam wasn’t stupid; Hell must’ve gotten a great show of his face days ago.

You took a few steps back as though to flee. He should have let you.

“I can explain!” he blurted, staring at you wide-eyed, raising his hands to show he wouldn’t harm youHeaven knew he would never harm you, but you didn’t know that.

“If… if you let me,” he added quickly, seeing how your face morphed into uncertainty. You should run, but he watched as you took a few more steps back and then nodded, moving to sit down. Relief flooded him.

So he did. He told you everything now. The very first call was a mistake, how after he heard your voice, he couldn’t help but want more, how each phone call made him fall more in love with hearing about your day, your life. How you made him feel less alone. That you felt like more than some woman he was paying to talk to. How he loved your conversation, feeling as though you truly cared for him in a way others did not.

“I had friends, yeah, but… you, with you I wanted to hear from you. You made me feel real, like you just treated me differently than I’d ever been treated before,” he struggled to say, looking at you. You were listening intently, considering his words, judging them. Anxiety twisted his gut, and he took a shaky breath. His wings flexed and fluffed up in his discomfort.

“You just made me feel like I was someone worth talking to, not some fucking pet. Like I”

Adam froze, his lips quivering, eyes dropping.

A pet.

Has he always felt that way?

He thought back to how he was treated in Heaven, always given commands to follow, told who to be, and if he didn’t meet their exact demands, he was met with annoyed faces and reminders of his “worth.”

Had they always seen him as a pet?

“Adam?” your voice came, and still he couldn’t look up from the ground. In his peripheral vision, he saw your (shade of pink) hand gently rest on his own.

“...My only purpose was to be a breeder, you know?” he spoke after a moment, eyes still cast down. “And when that was done, it was whatever else they needed me to be. Even then, I was never taken seriously, just a joke. So I guess… I just committed to it. The joke. The joke of a man who did their dirty work.”

Your face showed a soft grimace, but you still held onto him gently, your small wings fluttering. Then you cupped his face.

“What do you want to be?” you asked softly, peering into his golden eyes. “If you had a chance to live a new life, what would you want to be?”

Adam froze, staring at you, his eyes growing glossy.

“Happy,” he whispered, tears falling. “I just want to be happy… A family, a real family… marriage to someone I love, who will love me and not leave me. I just want to be happy.”

Your heart ached at his words, but you stood, offering him your hand.

“This place isn’t a paradise,” you said, “but if you let yourself learn, if you try, you can find happiness here.” You spoke softly, watching how his eyes moved to your hand. His brows furrowed, then his expression softened as he placed his much larger hand in yours.

He pushed himself up, because Heaven knows you couldn’t have pulled him up on your own.

“With you?” the words came out faster than his thoughts, and he looked embarrassed. But your fingers wrapped around his, making his new, dark wings flutter even more. He looked at your face, seeing a soft and pure smile there.

“I would like that,” you answered.

Six months had passed in Hell and all of its rings.

The hotel had been rebuilt and was as busy as ever. Charlie ran around, trying to prepare for a celebration in hopes of bringing more sinners to the hotel. Everyone was working hard to give the new hotel a positive reputation.

She only skidded to a stop when she noticed a crowd around Angel, who was happily munching on something. When she neared, she noticed Angel had a container of strawberries.

“Ah, Charlie, you gotta try these strawberries,” Angel called, turning to face her. “They burst in your mouth like a guy busting a”

“Don’t even say that shit,” Husk sneered, snatching the container and handing one to Charlie.

Charlie took one, noticing it seemed to glow and sparkle, a shimmer that no plant in Hell had ever had. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“My dear, what on earth is the matter?” Alastor asked, leaning toward her on his cane.

“Oh, nothing,” Charlie murmured, stepping away from the group and staring at the fruit. All her life living here, she had never seen such a thing before.

She walked from the crowd to the bar, where she saw her love, Vaggie, and her father talking quietly. They both stopped when she arrived. Vaggie greeted her warmly.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Vaggie asked. Charlie looked up at her, then held out the strawberry to her father.

“Dad… do you recognize this?” she asked quietly.

Lucifer let out a polite laugh, thinking she was joking, then paused when he truly saw the glowing fruit.

“I haven't seen something like this since… Eden. And even then, only…” Lucifer trailed off, looking at his daughter in surprise. “Only Adam could grow them.”

“That fucker is alive?!” Vaggie snarled in surprise.

It brought them to the Wrath Ring.

Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie weaved through the ring, heading to the markets. It bustled with Hellborn chattervarious butcher stalls, crops, anything one might need. Their attention was drawn to a busy stall where gleaming fruits were stacked, shining brightly.

Lucifer grabbed Charlie and Vaggie, pulling them to the side.

“Best if he doesn’t see us,” he mumbled, not wanting to deal with a fight, and the girls nodded as they observed the stall.

They didn’t have to wait long before a tall figure emerged from the back, carrying crates. His face was the same, but everything else had changed drastically over the last six months.

“How is it even possible for him to be down here? Sinners can’t cross rings without strict permission,” Charlie asked, watching the man who had destroyed her first hotel.

Lucifer was silent for a moment, as though remembering the past and seeing the present all at once. He stared at Adam, who was setting up his glowing crops with a content smile while selling them to the Hellborn.

It was like the old days in the Garden, when Adam eagerly showed Lucifer his first homegrown plant.

“I… uh… He’s not really a Sinner,” Lucifer explained at last. “Like your mother when she fell, she turned into a demon. Her soul isn’t exactly a modern human’s soul, so it makes sense Adam’s did the same… became a demon.”

Charlie and Vaggie watched as a Hellborn woman succubus came around the corner with a smaller crate, which Adam immediately took from her, scolding her gently. He seemed worried as he led her to sit down.

“Adam, I’m okay!” your voice rang out, laughing as the man guided you to sit. A smile formed on his face.

“I told you already, babes, you’re not lifting anything. We’re sticking to our plan,” Adam said. “So just sit there all pretty, yeah? Let me, the man, do all the work. Besides, you’re already working too hard,” he teased, his hand moving protectively over the succubus’s stomach.

Charlie, Lucifer, and Vaggie’s eyes went wide at the sight. Lucifer moved as though to step forward, but Charlie grabbed him.

They all looked on at the scene of the two of you laughing, relaxed, at peace with each other. Adam had changed so much in the last six months.

He and the succubus looked truly happy… redeemed in a way.

“Let’s just go, Dad,” Charlie said softly. She took in Lucifer’s surprise and smiled at him.

“Let’s just turn the other cheek,” she added, taking Vaggie’s hand and leading her away, a bright smile on her face.

“Let’s go home.”

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i hear a voicelike buzzing from the wall

[aannonn]

voices headcanons!!

Been thinking this for a while now, and thought it would be cool, so now here we are! =D

Lil' note; I personally like to headcanon them all as stickfigures who have no voice, but silly lil' images and/or body languages to convey what exactly they are saying without having to speak, but I also like to imagine how it would be like if they had voices! Just a fun lil' thingy that I wanted to make. (*^▽^*)

aand because, in case i ever do another ava/avm fic which includes dialogue, I need some references from my own headcanons so I wouldn't forget. xD

I like to imagine that if […] had a voice, it would be like…

彡- ,, The Second Coming | Orange (he/she/they/z/yawn)

* ˚ Finn from Adventure Time voicelike ; Calm voice. Relaxing; Perhaps comforting? A little thinner.

✦ Orange prefers simpler, more basic things; Cozy, basically. So I feel like that their way of speaking would be neither so fast nor so slow; Fast enough to be firm and confident, and slow enough so people (sticks) don't get lost in the middle of its speech.

~ I feel like z would also use more basic, simpler-to-understand words, no matter how not-appropriate-for-simple-words the situation is. (lol)

彡- ,, yellowstickfigure | Yellow (he/it/zhe/neb)

* ˚ Varian from Tangled voicelike ; Calm, steady, confident voice, although with a lil' bit of a frantic, crazy tone when hyperfocused on his thoughts.

✦ Yellow is one of the smartest in the group, always thinking before acting; I like to think zhe would use more complicated and difficult words to express nebs thoughts, perhaps making some references to games here and there. ~ Fae also strikes me as the type of person(stick) who would be a fast-talkative when expressing nes thoughts out loud, but who would slow down his speech whenever talking to someone.

彡- ,, redstickfigure | Red (she/he/they/ne/xae)

* ˚ Enthusiastic, thin and curious voice; A bit like a ChildLike voice. Although she can make his voice a little more comforting and soothing when talking to small/sensitive animals. (Or when comforting their friends!) ~ I also like to think that purr voice is softer than it seems, nis just quite lively and curious, so much so that xaer voice conveys her emotions very well.

✦ Red is lively and curious, loving and affectionate and a little aggressive; Fast-talkative. She often expresses his thoughts in a curious way and as if he is rambling. Their friends can understand him perfectly because they are used to her speech mode, although other sticks have a little more difficulty understanding xaer.

彡- ,, bluestickfigure | Blue (he/she/they/it/one/bloom)

* ˚ Fluttershy (mad/confident) from My Little Pony voicelike ; Firm voice, yet soft and comforting. Although with a slight hint of dizziness due to his drug netherwart addiction and the fact that they sometimes consumes inedible things, which makes her voice sounds a lil' bit drunk.

✦ Blue is primarily a pacifist, more likely a peacemaker; Ones way of speaking would be neither so fast nor so slow, although it leans more towards slow in a way.

~ The types of words bloom would use would be basic, like Orange, although bloom sometimes uses more complicated words too, like Yellow.

lil' note; Since, out of everyone from the ColorGang who used images (or text) to convey their voices without actually speaking at some point, Blue is the only one in the group who haven't 'said' anything yet, so my headcanon about its voice + his way of speech may change in the future! teehee

彡- ,, greenstickfigure | Green (he/xhe/they/one)

* ˚ His voice is probably the softest of the group, although pretty firm and confident. Their calm and comforting and so, so soft voice is like music to the ears. Xhe very often that not hums.

✦ Green is a perfectionist and likes extravagant things; One way of speaking is similar to Rarity from My Little Pony.

~ Xhe always greets his friends in an affectionate way (darling, love(platonic), dear, bro, dude), although instantly as if note was on autopilot.

~ Faer way of speaking is fast, although not so fast to the point that people(sticks) cannot understand him; They can vary between speaking complicated, simple, basic or beautiful words.

teehee- And that's the end!

I will probably make a second part, since I also have other voices headcanons for the other characters, so...

Next Part!

Welp! I think that's it..? xD

Cya ~ !

also- a lil' random thing;

haha 69 funni number

(thank u btw!! <33)

lil' edit: edited!! ^^'

[monteleerice]

Hope in God

Against hopeLet us hope in GodWho calls usBefore himTo lift our voiceLike a trumpetOf praise.

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tuned into georges stream what the fuck is going on

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thereal question is whatkind of voice do oyu read my posts in

[luthienne]

people voting human voice are valid I guess but I feel like that's missing something... any instrument can be made sexy by the person playing it, not their appearance but their Intent and performance and "aura" in a vague way I guess, and that feels almost built into voice. there's an intimacy there! but if we're talking about the instrument itself in an abstract sense divorced from the performer, esp in a haunting way, I feel like voice is a cop out... I'm a singer but I don't think the vocal folds and larynx have that eroticism of the analogue machine, the sound of something voicelike or percussive or ghostly with its unique timbre and overtones, the physicality of an instrument gleaming with metal or lovingly carved in wood... anyway aeolian harp supremacy + honorable mention for the various chimes of the percussion section that glitter together

honestly i do wish i hadn't included the human voice in that poll — i didn't expect so many people to vote for it when there are options like theremin and hurdy gurdy and pipe organ and glass harmonica and ancient horn.

i think voices can be interesting & haunting but they must have a quality to them that is more than beauty of tone. i've sung in choirs (required for my degree) & have a complicated relationship with them. but i can't deny the sexiness of being inside the choir of this moment in brahm's requiem (also a good sexy timpani example). most other choral moments don't do it for me, though. whereas anytime i hear one of these other instruments they get inside of me and stay there long after the music has stopped.

you are so right for saying there is something about the analogue machine, the quality of something imitating the human voice but not-quite, imitating a natural phenomenon but not-quite. the pull toward the unnatural. something that pierces through you, settles into you, achieves a kind of physicality and immateriality at the same time. the inherent eroticism of horror (see: the aeolian harp sculpture)

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i couldn’t really take the time to articulate it yesterday, but i find stolas’ musical theme extremely striking for a few different reasons.

(i’ve never properly studied music aside from taking piano lessons so i don’t have an especially comprehensive understanding of music theory, so bear with me if this is all bullshit)

there are two instruments that really stand out to me in this theme. the first is the piano and the second is the deeper string section(?) that come in at the 0:54 mark. there’s also the harp and lighter string section that bridge the gap from about 0:25-0:49, where neither of the aforementioned instruments are in play.

the overall mood of the theme is very pretty, but has noticeable sinister elements to it as well. the section with the harp has a very ethereal quality to it which is fitting, because, you know, astronomy demon. the piano at the beginning is also an attention-grabber since it’s higher pitched. pianos and string instruments are both generally considered to sound similar to the human voice (although pianos aren’t actually designed to be voicelike, unlike many string instruments which were originally designed with that in mind).

what i’m getting at is, to sum up, that the piano and strings feel like they’re meant to contrast one another, emotionally as well as sonically. the fact that the strings enter towards the end increases the sinister quality as well as the emotional intensity of the theme. the strings have a richer sound and are more demonic, while the piano itself has a simpler and more earnest quality to it. the piano also reaches its highest point at about 1:08, which is near the very end and sort of wraps the whole thing up after a nice climactic set of notes.

i think what makes the theme sound so melancholy is the fact that, while the piano is more upbeat, there are still those deeper strings holding the melody together, which keeps the tone of the song consistent in a way that also prevents it from becoming a more upbeat listening experience. considering the implications we’ve gotten that stolas is very lonely and feels trapped in a marriage he probably never even wanted in the first place, and is essentially someone who has A Lot Of Feelings with no outlet to healthily direct them to, i think it fits him really well.

[s0le1l]

i actually dont darling

its my fucking mind

the flashes

the urge

and this is not something poetic or metaphorical

literally flashbacks/almost voicelike urges

my toxic trait is that whenever something goes wrong I immediately start contemplating suicide

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Happy Mother's Day

She is like a GodessAnd nothing less.A fountain of tendernessAnd a light that guidesThrough the stormy nights.Her love and careLike no other,Her warmth&affectionThat's always thereWhich is forever pure.Her gentle touchLike a healing balm,Her soothing voiceLike a calming psalm,Divine&heaven’s chimeFor she's our anchorAlways there to secureNo storms can scareShe's the best encoreTo be celebrated &…

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Manifestazione - Manifestation

Manifestazione – Manifestation

🌸Manifestazione🌸Palpitiattimi intensiin cerca di vocecome fiume ad accarezzarela riva del cuore17.07.2022 Poetyca🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente 🌸ManifestationThrobbingintense momentslooking for voicelike a riverto caressthe shore of the heart17.07.2022 Poetyca

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im assuming that voicelike noise in grubbels songs is xefros’ singing voice and thats just what trolls fucking sound like

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¿Cuánto dinero y generar dinero en efectivo cuando se le rompió

¿Y si te dijera que la lectura de un libro también cambiar la forma de reaccionar a la solicitud sobre la base de sus hombros por el sistema de dinero que viven bajo. Podría hacer click AQUÍ para obtener más información sobre esta nueva forma de percibir su situación dinero que va a cambiar todo para usted, especialmente respecto al dinero? ¿Y si te dijera que la lectura de un libro también iba a cambiar sus pensamientos y creencias sobre el dinero, y cambia la razón por la que tienen menos dinero del que necesitan y / o el deseo. Podría hacer click AQUÍ para obtener más información sobre otra forma de creer en ti mismo y los sistemas monetarios de plata en el mundo? El dinero no se hace por el trabajo duro y largas horas de todo lo que dicen que es. Basta con mirar a los ricos y los muy ricos, que están haciendo muy poco en todo. Sólo unos pocos de ellos tuvieron que trabajar duro para llegar a la cima. No hay sino que era su manera de pensar y creer en sí mismos y una percepción de cómo el dinero se genera para los que llegaron a donde están. Si te dijera que la lectura de un libro puede cambiar tu percepción de dinero (el dinero) de una manera que relaje sus preocupaciones sobre el dinero que usted también puede obtener más dinero para usted con menos trabajo. Podría hacer click AQUÍ para obtener más información? Asimismo, se reduciría la necesidad de su flujo de caja actual, ya que tienen más dinero. En la edición actual del dinero y el gobierno no es un problema de falta de dinero para una gran mayoría de la población y un mayor control y la gente más inminente del sistema de gobierno y legales. Todo el mundo está atrapado en una mentalidad que es 100% dependiente del dinero. No importa lo mucho o poco dinero que tiene. ¿Sabe usted cómo es que el control de la población con tanta facilidad? ¿Cree usted que el conocimiento es poder? Cuando la gente entienda cómo se usa el dinero y los efectos de la orden de puesta en el pueblo, que puede deshacerse de todos los cargos que el control y la financiación que están llevando y pagando el precio para ti lejos de casa y el estrés en su salud que son innecesarias en tu vida. La falta de entendimiento hoy en el uso del dinero y el control de más y más gastos, y todo lo que viene estilos de vida de hoy están creciendo en una manera que sea catastrófico para nosotros como pueblo y de la propia Tierra. La gente no ve o controlar los efectos de esto porque, como el proyecto de la ciencia que todos aprendimos en la escuela, donde la rana hirviendo se sentó en el agua más caliente y se deja hervir la muerte. Todos sentimos los efectos de muchas maneras muchos de nosotros se quejan verbalmente sobre los problemas que enfrentamos con la falta de dinero, pero muy pocos entienden la causa real de cómo y por qué tenemos estas cargas de estrés. El sistema (s) de tierra se encuentran en dificultades extremas, y pronto perdió el control del sistema monetario. Recientemente, el Presidente recorrió el país lanzando un nuevo proyecto al público indicando el sistema de seguridad social estará en bancarrota en 13 años. Se encuentran en graves dificultades financieras y ellos lo saben. Este libro presenta para la gente poco conocida pensando hechos no son conscientes de lo que sucede detrás de las escenas y los efectos de lo que significa, que proporciona para facilitar los problemas de manejo de dinero que todos sentimos. control de la ansiedad de la presión, etc, todos ellos vinculados con el sistema en que vivimos, sino que simplemente no veo la causa o el origen absoluto del problema. Me referí a él rápidamente, pero ¿sabes exactamente lo que es o hace clic AQUÍ para obtener más información? ISBN 1-933037-51-2 http://www.discharge-debt.com/id70.htm = AQUI Visite el sitio web por encima de los autores donde se puede buscar en el libro y firmó la orden o copias sin firmar si lo desea. SOLUCIÓN La solución es entender primero la causa y los efectos del caso. A partir de esta comprensión que automáticamente cambia nuestra percepción del problema. También cambia la conciencia del planeta. Un cambio en la percepción de la persona que cambia todo el juego, ya que cada persona es parte de la conciencia de las masas. Sí espíritu percepción y actitud puede hacer una gran diferencia en la conciencia de las masas en general mucho más de lo que sabes. La solución a lo que se puede encontrar en el libro "Erase una vez no había dinero" Haga clic AQUÍ este libro ofrece una nueva forma de entender el dinero y el sistema de control que está a nuestro alrededor. Este libro es una nueva comprensión de los asuntos de dinero para el presente y el futuro por delante. Revela los hechos y el nudo sabiduría conocida por la mayoría de la gente a diferentes niveles. La base de este material comprensión se presenta en este libro son las disposiciones que viene de toda una vida de luchas con el dinero de la escuela de la vida ya través de la reestructuración de la vida las enseñanzas que provienen directamente los reinos superiores a través de entidades canalizadas han seguido nuestra evolución en la tierra como sus principales preocupaciones. Esta información se proporciona hoy en día para la gente de hoy, porque nosotros, como pueblo está en esto ahora y no hace 2000 años, cuando la información proporcionada a través del entonces para el pueblo este momento. Hoy en día, la información se transmite a la gente de hoy en día con los estilos de vida de hoy con todas nuestras preguntas y problemas en general. Los cambios que se avecinan va a pasar el tiempo que nos demos cuenta o no, ¿le gustaría que se le informe o se despierta un día para encontrar que el mundo cambió sin ti? comentarios editoriales ÉRASE UNA VEZ no había dinero es un libro abogando por la fuerza no significa eludir las instituciones monetarias y gubernamentales para que la gente puede llegar a ser libre de los efectos del dinero sobre la humanidad. La información se presenta en el aula de una historia futurista en la que los estudiantes aprenden sobre el dinero y sus instituciones que ese sería su punto de vista histórico. Los mensajes acerca de la energía espiritual, la creencia y la evolución son fuertemente por escrito ya tiempo, en que la humanidad es la de crear y consumir esta información a un ritmo récord. La visión del futuro (que emite a través de los diálogos en la clase) es claramente una declaración de la posibilidad de lo que puede ser cuando la igualdad se establece a través de la eliminación del dinero, la imaginación de la posibilidad por fin lo que crea el cambio. Heliographica Departamento de Edición

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Ejercicios sencillos para un vientre plano

Organizar una boda sencilla se está convirtiendo cada vez más común y está socialmente aceptado. Muchos jóvenes novias y novios son anteriores a la boda extravagante tradicionales y que sea sencillo. Esto no quiere decir que están por encima de la elegancia y estilo, y sencilla de la boda todavía puede ser un día especial que el partido nupcial y los invitados recordarán por muchos años. Ceremonia se ha convertido en la parte más costosa del evento, por lo que la novia y el novio para llegar a las formas innovadoras y menos tradicionales de lugares para tener su boda. boda fabulosa se puede encontrar en las playas, parques y hasta en su propio patio trasero. Algunos de los eventos de bodas más memorables que se han de haber estado en lugares que han sido seleccionados de un lugar romántico en el corazón de la novia y el novio. Siempre me acuerdo de la boda que asistí, de todos los lugares, la bolera. La pareja se conoció cuando se unió a una liga de bolos y vamos a decir que fue amor a primera huelga? Esta boda fue sencilla decorada con los bolos, desde las invitaciones de boda para la fiesta nupcial, que llevaba zapatos a juego de bolos. El novio y los ujieres tenían camisetas de bolos en lugar de trajes de etiqueta. La imaginación que llegó a crear temas de invitaciones de la boda y la torta de la boda fue magnífica e inolvidable. Otra boda fácil que asistí fue en un hermoso parque que daba a una playa cerca de San Diego, CA. bodas simple puede ser tan romántico y elegante. vestido de novias fue aleteando en la brisa marina y el brindis del banquete de boda toda la novia y el novio con el mejor champagne que fue local en la región. Muchas novias tener la boda en su propio patio trasero, o cerca de una granja familiar. Con un poco de decoración creativa, este tipo de bodas son una alegría ser parte de. Al planificar sus eventos de boda simple, es importante contar con sus deseos y seguido. Muchas veces la familia le dirá a la novia en que tengan a su boda, sin importar el costo, y si usted indica su deseo de simplificar las cosas desde el principio, que se llevará a cabo el estrés tratando de hacer a todos felices. La novia y el novio que en última instancia decidirá, pero sería bueno que la familia que participan para ayudar con todos los detalles que se dedica a la planificación de una boda. planificación simple boda puede dejar volar su creatividad salvaje cuando se trata de elegir las invitaciones de la boda y el traje de boda. Arreglo floral y decoración de la boda puede ser personalizado y ser simple. Usted puede contactar a un asesor de bodas o planificador de bodas para ayudarte, sólo recuerde que sepan exactamente lo que quiere. Explique cómo usted quiere que su boda sea simple, pero elegante.

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¿Qué tan bueno es el Amazing Medicina de la artritis?

Los Asombrosos Secretos de guitarra ... salen a primera vista, sería fácil, este método como exageradas. Pero además de lo que se puede ver con un título demasiado ambicioso, Amazing Guitar Secrets es realmente un método de guitarra de alta calidad que se basa en sólidos fundamentos guitarra de rock. ¿Qué se incluye: o 2 pg de DVD con alta calidad o contenido del CD-ROM con 41 videos tutoriales o cuadragésimo primero "Amazing Secretos Guitarra" libro de 20 o de fuerza y agilidad o Ejercicios 40 o Jam Tracks Progreso Tracker Software o Amazing Secretos Guitarra respaldado por una de 90 días, no hizo ninguna garantía de devolver el dinero preguntas. En mi humilde opinión, inferior Line Up Front - Amazing Guitar Secrets es un método excelente, la guitarra un montón de contenidos de calidad para el guitarrista empezando a ayudar a empezar de la manera correcta de contener. Además, a los guitarristas intermedios avanzados con los conocimientos necesarios para ofrecer a llevar su juego al siguiente nivel. Los detalles del "secreto" secretos asombrosos guitarra es que utiliza los fundamentos básicos de tocar la guitarra y teoría musical y lo presenta de tal forma que un principiante absoluto para empezar a jugar en una posición casi de inmediato. El maestro tiene que tener un superior trabajo, conceptos y explicar con claridad y concisión. Si alguna vez trató de aprender la guitarra antes de determinar apreciar las 40 pistas del atasco. La importancia de la formación de liderazgo sesiones de la diversión no debe ser subestimado, y este tema le ayudará a la práctica los conceptos aprendidos en cada lección de una manera agradable. Conclusión Si usted está mirando para aprender la guitarra o simplemente su juego al siguiente nivel, es increíble guitarra de calidad Secretos método de guitarra que ofrece gran valor.

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