#concubuck

[smiledotdeer]

@concubuck “Yellow! Are you around and available at the moment? I wanted to see if you’d be interested in visiting that library I was telling you about a while back!”

#concubuck #charlie alpha lima (broadcast)

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@concubuck liked for a Masquerade Ball starter!

The disguised sin was making her rounds around the ballroom. Secretly delighting in the fact that no one has seemed any closer to guessing her identity for another year in the room. Perhaps she was making this too hard to guess...? Surely one of these years someone would get it.

Eventually she spotted a guest with a very unique costume. Oh well, they seemed like someone interesting. Making her way over there, Beelzebub put on a friendly smile and offered the champagne on her tray to the guest. “Would you like a drink, sir?”

#🐝Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇ: ɪᴄ ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ #Event: Masquerade Ball #concubuck

[furby-organist]

@concubuck (x) “You’re the best! Boiling pot it is! See you in a bit!”

#concubuck

[shika-the-satyr]

Continued from here: @concubuck

Once she saw Alastor reaching for the baby, Shika took a moment to gently free her ear from the little one’s strong grasp before handing him over. Gingerly, she rubbed at her ear though she soon chuckled at the joke.

“I’ll get a bowl ready for you.” With that she drew a small circle with her finger, causing a bowl to just poof into existence in her free hand. Opening the lid of spoon revealed a greenish hue with bits of meat, seaweed, and some herbs and veggies. And the smell... a bit earthy. As she began to spoon some into the bowl, she spoke up again.

“Trust me when I say that it tastes a lot better than it looks. Its... actually my wife’s recipe. She would make this anytime there was a new mother in the village.”

Once the bowl was nice and full she handed it over to Alastor to try. Judging by the size of the containers and how there was more than one, it would hopefully last for a few days.

#Shika Mesu #thread #AU: Still Hope #concubuck #radio baby

[alastorous-disastorous-archived]

@concubuck continued from x

"Jean'Clark Alastor! You know How I feel about you wandering too far in the Bayou at night...You shouldn't go too far in lest the demons come claim your soul." "Right...Demons come..." And there it was again. That Glance directly Alastor's way...it seemed the boy could see him, but his mother could not. At least it seemed so. So he thought it best not to point anymore consciousness to situation at this time and let It simply play out like a normal scene. "You know that's just some old wives tale mean to scare children of which I am not~" he hums, with a bit of a playful tease, "And... Must you call me Jean'Clark?"

"Well it certainly worked on me!" the woman chimed. She herself was rather frail. Almost fragile. it could be she was sickly, though she did her best not to portray such weakness before her boy. The woman paused and gave a saddened apologetic smile.

"Forgive me, Alastor...I know you dislike the name." "It's his name...of course I dislike it."

"Now Alastor, you know the good book states to Honor Thy Father."

"Honor thy father." he states back softly, "Doesn't say anything about liking him."

"Well aren't you full of Piss and Vinegar tonight!"

"I learned from the best~"

"...You sure did." This seemed to draw out a smile from the woman, though she looked upon him with knowing eyes, "...Come now darling, smile like you mean it! After all~ " "...You're never fully dressed without one." The boy chuckles, It seems this common phrase Dastor often said, stems from this relationship.

"Well come on then." she hums, "Come help me with the gumbo~"

The rest of the scene seemed to play out normally. Nothing seemed awry as of yet. Until The shadows started to move again...and everything seemed to slow. For a moment it seemed, everything stood still. All but Alastor and this boy seemed to be frozen. Somethig was coming. Something that frightened him enough to bring a visible tremble to the boy. Even his voice shook when he spoke again. This time turning to face and fully Acknowledge Alastor's presence...or warn him. "This is where it starts..."

#Re-Living The Nightmare #~welcome to all time radio!~ (alastor) #~i hear you my dear loud and clear~ (response) #CLOSED starter #Concubuck

[a-hazbin-spider]

Continuez avec @concubuck || XXX

Oh, right. He supposed it might be a surprise. He had been more… Cal’s visitor, or- he’d had more success in speaking to the other stag at least. But, he thought a bit of food for them and the like might’ve been nice anyway. Shit. Did he crash the party?

“Th’ doll? Yeh..! Learned t’knit n’ stuff down here, thought that would do your lil one some good. Looks like th’both of the powerhouses that made ‘em. Soft is good for lil ones. Uh- did… you want one too?” This guy, he doesn’t know how to stand in a doorway normally, almost looks like he’s ready to scale it or something. Arms don’t wring like that normally, do they? Usually he crashes shit on purpose he shouldn’t be awkwardly making raptor arms-

“Don’t look like I’m supposed t’be here, am I? Well, y’all have fun, I know s’kinda a big thing, also know you’re supposed to give shit to the parents, so. Yeh. That should make it easier for ya.” How else does one show care if it isn’t through feeding? He doesn’t know, but these two keep getting food from him either killing or cooking. Not always a huge effort, but he knows it won’t go to waste.

#hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv? #alastor: my dear deer friend #buck: sexy ace up my sleeve #concubuck

[deerly-beloveded]

@concubuck   It starts with a faint signal coming through as he scans through stations, and he’s not sure what it is but it sounds like one of him. Well- it’s very muffled and echoey but he swears that’s his voice or an alts’ voice. He dials in on it it was fuzziest at 760 and 810, got a bit clearer near 780 to 790, and then 785.5 am, and it pings that it’s in the house. Cal’s house. He knows that Buck’s here, and he knows that Ali’s here. And he knows that the one who sent him the song about trucks copulating was here briefly. Cal, of course is here. But none of those alternates are on this frequency. There’s hiccups. Huh. Weird but oddly endearing.

 He hums, squinting a bit in confusion and heading for the source of the hiccupping he’s picking up, poking his head in a few doors, before finally stopping in front of Buck, “...Do you have the hiccups? Or a new alt I haven’t met in your coat? There’s a new broadcaster and I found out that he’s in the house and- it’s coming from you. Also you- you’re really terrifying like that, it’s a good look! I like the tail! I bet it helps with balance. Why is the broadcast coming from inside you?”

#concubuck #private call (dash comm not allowed)

[radioconstructed]

@concubuck​ (x)

The next time somebody insufferable asks for my pronouns, I'm going to tell them it's "radio/radioself" and, if they go on to try to use that in public, deny I ever said this.

That said, why the devil would someone insist against calling you "she"? Don't tell me the "no true lady would get a job and wear trousers" crowd is back—I thought they finally gave up on dying on that hill when they decided miniskirts were the greater threat to feminine modesty.

Or is it the murder? I'll bet it's the murder. Can't tell you how many times I've seen the men get awkward around the one lady serial killer in the room the minute she admits she used anything more hands-on than poison. Personally, I don't think any fellow whose description of an ideal wife involves "a vice-like ##### tightened by rigor mortis" is qualified to weigh in on how women should and shouldn't kill, but that's just me—

⌖ HAHAHA! You and YOUR RADIOSELF have fun with that!

⌖ Oh, all reasonable hypotheses! I DO get questioned on both those fronts, and I AGREE with your takes on the matter -- but the primary reason is that, well, I wasn’t always “she!” 

⌖ But, you know, if that’s how that fellow feels, I can’t do ANYTHING about it! I’m not stiff as a board and my respiratory system still functions -- SORRY I CAN’T BE SHE/HER!

(⌖ Whoever made that poster must have originally ordered sixty thousand copies! You’d think they’d update it by now!)

#// 'oh uhh I haven't had to come out in a long time. uhh. how do I do this.' radio demon answer is always 'with humor!' #(mtg buttcracks her warning poster. it's a wip. it felt opportune & iconic.) #'i'm not rigor mortis enough to earn she/her pronouns. sorry i can't be her.' how did we get here. clowning. #concubuck #// ask 2 tag #(gets on twitter) (straight person voice) rigor mortis is a female trait

[sinnerxroulette]

An encrypted frequency: "Hello, alternate mine! Do you have a moment free? I've got an important matter to discuss. The good news is it comes with an opportunity to repay a favor."

Hnnnn?

"Hello! I'm listening!"

He says, leaning in with interest despite there being no one in the room with him.

#concubuck #alastor

[smiledotdeer]

@concubuck "♪ Honey! Oh, suga suga! ♫ Are you available at the moment?"

#(( I said I'd IM. I lied. I'm jumping right in. )) #concubuck #charlie alpha lima (broadcast) #national public radio (dash commentary allowed)

[hellizens-aa]

📻 Good golly I haven’t heard the term “planned obsolescence” since that one time I went to Mars!

#i spy with my little eye (dash com) #the master bebop blaster (radio) #concubuck

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@concubuck​ replied:  ((I didn't know i needed a Niffty union in my life until now, but—))

THE GIRLS ARE UNIONIZING.

#❖ɢʀᴇᴍʟɪɴ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ: ᴏᴏᴄ #a Niffty union would be so powerful tho #concubuck

[shika-the-satyr]

(Starter for @concubuck )

Japan... its been quite a while since the last time Shika visited the island but there’s a reason for her visit this time around. Alastor... Beau wanted her to check on a friend for him, another Alastor also known as Buck... and that he was somewhere here... Japan wasn’t the biggest place but still a heavily populated one and an entire country...

Her ears flicked as her nose crinkled slightly, currently blending in with the other sika deer that roamed the area. Granted she wasnt one herself but she did look quite a lot like them... one of the main reasons for her name in fact. Her hooves clicked against the ground as she slowly ventured about, tail flicking every so often and eyes glancing around. One perk of pretending to be a feral deer in japan was the free snacks! The deer were mostly fed deer crackers, also known as Shika senbei... since they were sugar free maybe she should snag some for Alastor... Cal, in case he’d might like one.... But thats for later! Right now she’s on a mission...

Carefully, Shika ventured around with her nose twitching and flaring, trying to find that certain scent... By the time she finally caught the scent she had a stomach stuffed nearly full of rice bran and grain... Yeah she’s not gonna turn down free food if all she has to do is just bow her head. Her steps picked up the pace slightly, nose sniffing about as she followed the scent. She wasn’t a blood hound but a deer’s nose was still rather powerful~

Eventually, her nose led her to a bar, which she wandered around for a bit before disappearing into some bushes, emerging out glamoured as a normal human. To blend in here, she couldn’t be herself... something she was really missing about Hell but its fine, she’s a satyr. Glamours are just an everyday thing for her.

Her hair was nearly black now and long enough to be put into a ponytail, her freckles gone and eyes a soft brown hue. Cant get anymore generic than that. Best way to blend in after all. With a hum, Shika just strolled around before stepping right inside, though she paused briefly as a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her. Why did this... feel familiar. She was quick to shake the feeling off though and followed her nose to the source before taking a seat right beside him.

"Mind if I buy you a drink or two?"

#Shika Mesu #thread #AU: Still Hope #concubuck #round two electric boogaloo

[rosiesemporium]

Meeting the Parents

@concubuck

When Rosie was first called over to the hospital, she had met with Cal and the baby, Buck having been asleep at the moment. Today, she returned to meet with Buck, who would hopefully be awake when she arrived.

She was thrilled by the occasion, meeting a couple and their newborn baby. And what an adorable baby it was, with the most precious little wings and spaded tail. Rosie had never seen a demonic infant before, but she doubted she’d see any more that were as adorable as Alastor Junior.

Entering the hospital, she made her way to the same room as before, knocking on the door before entering. “It’s Rosie!”

#rp #concubuck

[alastorous-disastorous-archived]

@concubuck continued from X

"... It's not just the exchanges you have with your microphone.

"But... yes. I understand that struggle. I can't control what mine says anymore, either. And it says such—vile things." He's never admitted this to another alternate, or anyone else; his mic is a part of his mind, as he assumes all his alternates' are, so to admit that his own microphone debases him is tantamount to admitting that he debases himself.

But he's heard how Dastor's talks to him, and he's heard the things it does to make a laughingstock of its master. Dastor, of all alternates, should be sympathetic if Buck admits his mic is similarly unkind.

"—But that's why I don't let Mic out. It's banished from this plane unless I have a small task I know I can control it for. Mic doesn't get the chance to speak to me like that, and it certainly never gets to broadcast."

Dastor may have noticed at some point that there's never a second voice from Buck's microphone sharing his airwaves—or that in all the times they've met, Buck's never once had it in his hand or leaning nearby. And Miccy definitely noticed the distrust Buck leveled at it.

"Are you... unable to banish your microphone? Or just reluctant to take that step?" It had certainly been a hard step for Buck to take, deciding to completely shut out the manifestation of his own subconscious voice rather than attempt to rehabilitate or make peace with it.

"I understand that--" he says in a softer voice "But I feel that the situation with Miccy actually plays a part in that too"

His ears flick,

"Wait-- you do?" He hadn't expected other alternatives to have similar problems with their mic...but he doesn't push the subject. It seemed to be discomforting to Buck. So he just listens. He did notice that the other seemed mic less. He always just assumed it was somewhere for safe keeping. To learn it was banished...was a little chilling, as Dastor had often thought of doing the same for Miccy-- something held him back however...

"...I can not." He says softly, "Because my own power is at half mast." He explains, "The rest of it...i believe-- is in Miccy."

It wasn't just about being part of Dastor's mind, though they share this connection too-- But Miccy had indeed his own intelligence and sentient existance-- he had even once had form! Which Dastor foolishly mistook as someone having actually stolen his mic--

Dastor was not fully himself to begin with, because half of him was sealed into the mic-- or rather half of his power was sapped away by it. And he has yet to been a levto retrieve it.

"without Miccy, I am quite literally a bumbling fool-- more so than you have seen already-- because half of me...is...missing. Believe me...I have tried faring without him-- let's just say I'm glad you didn't get the chance to see it-- it was a catastrophe--i nearly became road kill. And I wish that were actually a joke."

#~welcome to all time radio!~ (alastor) #~i hear you my dear loud and clear~ (response) #concubuck #~it's just you and me~ (private)

[phisaya]

“Do you want to eat any more of it? I’m tired of eating it. It didn’t even turn out that well.”

mentioned @concubuck​

#(ic) #(and quit lookin' at me with them big ol' eyes!) #concubuck #(that one time I made an entire box of elbow macaroni not knowing how much there would be) #(and then trying to bake the mac and cheese in the oven) #(it was very very sad) #(the cheese didn't really stick)