#ritzycervidae

[voxiiferousarchived]

But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath And they're running, running, running

@ritzy-cervidae | A Vox/Lolo aesthetic! I hope you like it!

[concubuck]

On Air With @ritzy-cervidae

"What do I hear with my little ear—another me! You'll have to pardon me for not coming to greet you in person, but I just so happened to pick up your frequency and I just had to introduce myself! So hello, my friend—I'm you and you're Alastor, and it's a pleasure to meet you!"

[strangeandun-muse-ual]

GIVE  MY  MUSE  A  NICKNAME  /  PET  NAME.

le petit écran (the little screen)

Give my muse a nickname/pet name || Accepting

Vox can't help but chuckle, the sound staticky with amusement. With a tap to an unseen menu on a visual display that only Vox can see, his language settings are switched, and his next words are in perfectly unaccented French.

"Je ne dirais pas que c'est particulièrement petit."

[voxiiferousarchived]

Alois blows a kiss at Vox and winks~ ;3

@ritzy-cervidae | as inspired by your meme fill!

It’s a dead common kink, he knows it is— he has the search figured it prove it. Down here even more so, where there doesn’t seem to be an upper limit to what depraved shit some people want, and what could, for a price, almost always be provided. And that was the difference for what he, Lolo, and Velvette peddled to the masses, it was fun, but not real.

At least, it wasn’t until his business partner offered to fulfill a private fantasy like it was an offer for lunch.

Vox blinks, at a loss for words. He opens his mouth, and then closes it with what would be, if he still had physical teeth, be a satisfying clink. “Lolo,” he says, a little strangled, and oh shit, he can feel the fans under his suit picking up speed and he just knows that means his screen is coming over all pink. So long as it doesn’t actually short signal then it’s fine.

“I- Alois! He’s not actually glitching, just incoherent. He can’t tell if that’s better or worse than the alternative. “I’m- you’re not serious? This is a joke, right? It had to be.”

[concubuck]

"What's going on out here?"

Buck hadn't been too alarmed when the baby woke him and Cal wasn't in bed anymore—maybe he'd gotten up to use the toilet, maybe he'd gone to his office. But Buck had felt another alternate nearby that didn't belong to the household, and he smelled blood and sex (more so than usual), and he'd heard low, tense voices and screams.

So as soon as he'd gotten his junebug fed, he got dressed (more dressed than usual—buttoned-up long-sleeve pajama top and pants (Cal's), and a dressing robe, and his human sinner disguise to boot), and ducked out of the room with a nodding-off baby still in his arms, and looked for answers.

"Not having a good time without me, are you?" At the moment, all he knows about the situation is the smell of it. "That's a joke—it's fine if you are, of course. Just, ah... Well, what is happening?" His tone had grown more sober as it slowly dawned on him that something was wrong.

@smiledotdeer @ritzy-cervidae

[concubuck]

@ritzy-cervidae said: <<If you're hungry I just made dinner if you would like some fried chicken and roasted garlic dear>>

[On the one hand, he was using "hungry" as a polite euphemism for "horny as all hell." He desperately needs to fuck. On the other hand, does he want food? Beneath his lustful hunger, does he also have true hunger? Does he want tender, juicy, freshly-fried chicken, whole cloves of creamy garlic, straight out of the oven, still hot enough to burn—]

[That quiet noise in the background, like a vacuum cleaner's tube attachment sucking up a fat sausage, is the sound of a foot-long horse dick immediately retracting into Alastor's body.]

"That's more than generous of you—but I'm afraid I just made another commitment! I'm afraid I just don't have time to stop by for a proper social visit. If I were to stop by for some food, I'd only be able to stay five minutes or so, hardly a real visit at all..."

[But he's not saying "no"—just in case his alternate insists that he come by anyway, even if only for five minutes. If his alternate were to insist, why, how could he possibly refuse?]

[concubuck]

((This conversation is so funny. RIP @ritzy-cervidae))

[strangeandun-muse-ual]

HISSSSSSS.