#Nebul oc

[eldritch-spouse]

after some sort of “accident” in the shop, there comes to be a fleshlight that is bound to admin. everything that happens to it, admin can feel! <3 admin attempts to hide it but has to go deal with some important business and leaves it in the break room. what’s going down?

[Oooh nice!! I changed the source of the fleshlight a bit though. Fem reader.]

TW: Sex toy sharing (unsanitary); Dubcon; Double penetration in one hole.

You have absolutely no idea what this is.

It felt like a joke in poor taste, at first.

This... Fleshlight -Because it can only be that- Appeared in the break floor. A deep violet case with golden swirls around the rim, featuring an uncannily realistic mold of none other than your pussy.

So many things went through your mind as you picked it up. Who could have done this? Certainly, to be here on display, only one of your staff team could have concocted such an insult.

Perhaps Santi. He did always have the strangest and lewdest gifts for everyone. He'd offered sex toys molded after notable figures before, this wouldn't be entirely uncharacteristic out of him. Did he simply forget it here or is he planning to give it to someone?

If not Santi, then maybe Nebul. He does operate the shop, and toys of all kinky kinds hold no secrets for him. He could easily make a custom one, right? But he's not the type of monster man to have such a careless lapse and forget his fleshlight on the kitchenette counter like this. This would have to be intentional of him.

It could also be Fank-e. Lord knows that robot will get his metallic little hands on any kind of genital attachment and weird toy he can find. Maybe the creep wants to use a model of your vulva as his own genitals. You wouldn't put such past him. It's a lot more likely the mechanical menace could have gotten distracted by something and left the toy out in the open.

Humming, morbid curiosity makes you gently touch the depraved imitation, fingertips dipping to scissor the thing open when you notice that it's clean.

Instant regret washes over you.

The moment you do such, it's as if phantom digits pierced into your covered cunt and physically spread you out. The thing is dropped back onto the counter and you bend to clutch your panty-covered privates as a sting of pain punishes you.

For a blank moment, you almost believe that Lord Krulu had been the one to finger you. Even if he usually likes to announce their presence before using your form. But it can't be! Your higher has been busy all day, you can feel how diminished his connection to you is right now. This is not his doing.

Paranoid, you glance behind you just to be sure that there really is no one somehow screwing with you. Predictably, you're alone.

Eyes narrowed, you pick the toy up again and reshape your approach, this time making a slow stroke up the left labia, feeling it in your right with a scary level of intensity. The quality of the material itself is strikingly life-like, not just cheap silicone. It's even... Warm? Dear Lord, it's probably the same temperature as you, as your insides. The thought has a gross kind of shiver racing up your spine. Daringly, you thumb over the imitation of your clitoris, met with direct feedback in your own body which perfectly corresponds to the tentative circular motions of your index over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You stop the moment your knees reflexively press forward.

This... Is magic. Which puts a new candidate on the table. The thought alone makes you scoff, could Patches truly be audacious enough to do this? No. Not at all. You don't doubt he'd take a toy molded in your vague resemblance to pathetically rut into- But actually connect said thing to your body? That's already a level of courage that can't be expected of the dullahan in question.

Unless... Ah, this can be the work of his trickster counterpart. That you find more believable.

A pulse in your pocket has you setting the plaything aside to check your phone, reading the text detailing your esteemed guest's arrival.

Maintaining ties to the Rings is imperative in this stage of Krulu's vision for the future. Hell and its denizens are apparently sources of great potential in your Lord-Master's eyes, and he's been very keen in keeping close ties to the fiendish rulership of said location. You're only too happy to help forge bonds with these demonlords, which means scraping around and trying to get to know them. Ironically, it falls upon you the responsibility to tempt them into seeking contact.

Your latest endeavor of this sort involves establishing an explorative partnership with one of the demonlords' sons. He's quite the character, and now that you know he has arrived at the front of The Clergy, you can't just leave royalty waiting.

Both hands busy with texting back a hasty reply, you panic as you try to guess where you could stuff this gross little thing away. Taking it with you is not an option, there's no pocket large enough to conceal the thing and its depraved outline.

Time is not on your side.

The meeting can't take that long, can it? What if you just... Left it in one of the cupboards above the kitchenette?

Yes, and then you'll come to retrieve it, interrogate the team to find which of these losers thought it was a bright idea to play with fire.

That'll do. Hopefully.

Opening a cupboard loaded with small plates and cups, you quickly stuff the fleshlight inside and make your way over to the elevator, fixing your hair and clothes to go greet someone of great importance.

Vinnel almost barges into the floor.

More of his coworkers had caught the ride up, talking amongst themselves idly, but the jester wasn't preoccupied with their small talk, he was ravenous.

The first item on his shift was a show he had been particularly looking forward to, an opportunity to test some bizarre new weaponry and a game whose rules he deliberated on for more than a week prior to the event itself. Needless to say, it was a display that took a lot of work, tears sweat and love poured into it- And fucking Hell did it pay off! He's ecstatic! And hungry. Starving.

Doing a good show always gets his stomach riled up.

Some flecks of blood still covering his suit, Vinnel is quick to dart to the kitchenette, ignoring anything and everything as he rummaged around for snacks that aren't there.

His temper spikes when the fridge is devoid of meals.

" Chef! " He barks, turning to the blue shroom monster in question, who is only now just setting his apron aside. Morell rises a brow. " You're slacking! "

The large monster scoffs into his scarf. " None o' you assholes got a fuckin' hint of shame, do ya?! " His locker door slams shut. " Ah ain't gonna cook for ya every single day! "

" But- What are we supposed to do then? Starve? " The waiter whines, making big twinkling magenta eyes at the other.

" Not fallin' for it. " Is Morell's flat response.

" Have you tried making your own food? " A bartender chimes in. " I know doing anything for yourself is challenging for you, but give it a try. "

" Rich coming from someone that can't cook for the life of him. "

The jester has entirely disconnected from the banter going on, a shred of hope driving him to keep searching fruitlessly. It's not as if he believes anything to be in the top shelves where cutlery is stored, but maybe one of them could be hiding some type of candy?

Slamming cabinets and cupboards open, the last thing he expects is for something to fall off them. So he nearly jumps in the air when a sizable object tumbles from the cupboard shelf right onto the carpeted ground.

The floor becomes silent, everyone stares blankly at the item in question for a pregnant pause.

Gloved orange digits pick the thing up, Vinnel bringing it closer to his mask. " Huh. "

He knows what it is exactly.

It looks very high-quality, and clean thankfully. Vinnel swears something about the model itself looks... Almost familiar. Hm. Nevertheless, laugher starts bubbling out his chest and he sways his head, juggling the thing.

" Ohohohoho!! " The next time the toy falls, Vinnel grips it viciously and points the thing right at-

" Morell! Such interesting kitchen utensils you have here... "

" Wha- That ain't mine! " The shroom retorts a little too fast.

" Suure. Then why was it in the cupboard, buddy? "

There's a glare, people around the chef are beginning to murmur amongst themselves.

" Like Hell ah know! For all I fuckin' know, ya could'a been tha one to put it there and fake tha whole thing- 'S yours! "

Vinnel titters, clapping as best as he can with his occupied hand. " Oh no, you think that lowly of little old me? " A feigned gesture of offense is met with no sympathy from the rest of the staff team, who do, in fact, think that lowly of the jester. " Unfortunately no, I don't usually perform tricks with fucktoys... Not the silicone ones anyway. "

" Well it ain't mine. " Morell insists. " Which one o' ya little sickos put a fuckin' pocket pussy in the kitchen? "

The suited performer, still vaguely examining the thing, finding it to be a little heavier than most of these toys tend to be given the materials involved in their manufacturing, swivels his head towards the next suspect.

" Sex pest! "

Santi, already very interested in the turn of events this day is taking, smiles as if just having been complimented. " Yes? "

" Why did you put your fucktoy here? " The performer looms over his demonic coworker, accusatory and demeaning. " So we could find it? So you could be gross about it, hm? "

The incubus hums, eyes on the toy rather than his frilled coworker. " Mm no, that's not my toy sweetheart. Though do let me have a closer look, maybe I can find a trace of our dirty little culprit... "

" Liar! " Vinnel spits.

Santi chuckles, making a move to grab the object yet thwarted when Vinnel angles it away.

" And why would I lie, love? If it was mine I'd tell you readily. I've brought toys to work before, haven't I? Never lied about it. "

And he's right, much to the jester's chagrin. The incubus could bring a cum-soaked dildo into this floor shamelessly, he wouldn't lie about a fleshlight.

Vinnel growls and floats back to point it directly at Nebul, but the shopkeeper beats him to the punch.

" I do not bring items from the shop into the break floor. Furthermore, I don't recognize that model. Does it have a brand? "

The jester checks, flipping the thing in all angles only to find neither words nor numbers printed anywhere. He glances to the crowd around him again, gears turning, machinating, until his attention falls on the dullahan, making Vinnel dart to him.

" You've been far too quiet this whole time, gourd brains... " He accuses, painted eyes narrowing.

Patches flusters, arms raised and leaning back. " What- What do you want me to say? I don't- "

That vegetable expression shifts suddenly, going from uncomfortable and anxious to complete focus. It's enough to make the jester tilt his head. " What? "

" That thing is brimming with magic. " He points out, leaning closer as if the gesture could reveal more by itself.

" ... Is it now? " Vinnel won't lie. It's a possibility. The fleshlight looks and feels anything but normal.

" You- You do know what that means, right? " Patches fumbles, squirming in mild discomfort. Those green cheeks acquire a tint that makes the jester's eyes roll in irritation behind his mask.

" Oh do fucking enlighten me, you masochistic kabocha. "

" Boys, boys- " Santi starts, tail wagging as he wedges himself between the two men. " We're missing the point. I've seen this before. That little thing is connected to some poor sap. And, if I'm not suddenly visually impaired, it looks extremely human to me. "

Another moment of silence stretches across the room

The jester's inked grin widens, and armed with a brand new realization, he starts feathering his digits along the edges of the pocket pussy's entrance, paying close attention to it. His mask nearly falls off when the thing physically seems to twitch. Uhuhu!

" No. " Belo begins, pointing a trembling finger at the demon. " You wouldn't dare suggest- "

" That our lovely Administrator has sent us a gift? " Santi challenges, tone sultry. " But of course, Belo! This is a reward for our hard work, and ohh, I just can't wait to make the most of it. "

Vinnel has now managed to slip one finger inside, completely tuned off to the conversation happening right next to him. Shock of all shocks, the thing hugs his digit as if it were real. And, as he experimentally removes the intrusion, a sheen of what can only be arousal wets his gloves. It really is you. He just fingered you. Hah!

" Filthy beast! You shall not touch that, this can't be right. " The angel's wings flex and twitch in growing agitation. As always, he seems very eager to try to choke the life out of Santi- And he would, if he didn't already know that the demon would immediately salaciously get off on it.

" But what if it is? What if she wants us all to take turns, experience her supple little cunt? " He taunts, surfing the room, gouging the reactions of his coworkers as most of them flush with sudden want at the idea. Yes, they like it as much as he does, Santi's just honest about it. " Would you reject her gift, Belo? "

The power in question is puffed like an angered parakeet, a myriad of emotions warring in those expressive, large eyes. " Control that foul tongue of yours lest I rip it off your worthless mouth and make your depraved clients very disappointed. "

" One day you'll revel in your own perversions. " He says it calmly, as if it were fact, grinning when the angel prepares another outburst.

" Guys. "

Vinnel is now two fingers deep into the magical fleshlight, a stupefied look on his face as he finds the toy -You- Welcoming him without resistance. You clench around him. Gods, he can't wait to stuff his cock in there, to fuck you, to rail you knowing that you can't do anything to stop him. At least not until you find him. Oh, he could make a game out of it!

" She's practically dripping. " The jester pulls both fingers out, spreading them to showcase a film of arousal between both digits.

" She's... Enjoying this. " Patches murmurs, breathy, fixated on the dirty gleam.

" Alright, if you're done being manchildren, I want to go first. " The slime suddenly pipes up, moving in on the stage performer.

" My ass you will! " Grimbly gets in the way, scoffing.

Vinnel finds a crowd of monsters suddenly gather around him, hands twitching for the item in his hands, eyes glinting like wolves corralling a chicken in its coop.

" Give me that, jester, it needs to be secured somewhere safely- "

" No no, give it to me, I'll make her feel so good! "

" Maybe if I have it, I- I can tell whose magic this is. "

" It was in mah cupboard, maybe she wants me ta be first! "

" Nuh uh!! " The jester suddenly shouts, floating higher in the air. " Finders keepers! Piss off! "

An ashy hand clamps around his ankle, jostling the bells there. " Were you not accusing us of being perverse? Let us take that dirty thing off your hands. " Nebul beckons.

As he's tugged down, Vinnel deforms his limbs inside his suit to twist away from the hands pawing at him. Growling, he pulls away, towards the window, towards the outside. If he can make it through the window, a significant portion of the staff team will be halted in their pursuit. He might get to hide with the toy and keep it all for himself.

Gallon, anticipating this, moves fast. Yellow tendrils coil over both the jester's legs and waist, trying to pull the extended arm back into the room even as Vinnel tries his damndest to keep it at out, his arm bending weirdly inside its red sleeve.

" Fuck off! All of you sad sacks of shit- This is MINE! " The slime gargles and screams, other hand clinging to the tall window's edge as tightly as possible. " I found it! "

" Stop strugglin' boy. We gonna talk this out. " The chef chuckles, successfully using brute strength to start pulling him inside.

The others help. He's fighting a losing battle and he knows it.

As soon as the performer feels a disturbance in the fabric of his suit's composition, he freezes. Primal, soul-shaking terror, grabs a hold of his body and he gasps, shrieking as he drops both hands to instantly claw, kick and try to mangle whoever's about to possibly rip his suit.

There's a chorus of pained cries and he's thrown to the ground, clinging to his form for dear life. Literally. Because if anything opened, he would potentially leak to the carpet and meet his end very quickly.

" Gah-! You useless clown! He dropped it! " The bat squeals, a high-pitched noise that grates on everyone's ears.

Vinnel startles. His possible panic attack and frantic body checking is halted by the sudden realization that yes, he did drop the fleshlight in his panic. That means...

The orange and purple menace stumbles to a stand shoving the group bent over the window aside to poke his head out and see for himself where the sex toy landed. After a few grunts and curses, the view is revealed.

On the grass of the garden outside the building, the toy landed sideways, rolling aimlessly over mutated flowers that lean away from the unidentified object. There's a beat of stillness.

Everyone knows it's only a matter of time until the thing is retrieved, possibly by a client, which means they'd have to waste time hunting for a random loser before getting to their prize. They exchange stares, aware that as soon as someone moves, the hunt is on, the game starts.

And yet, before even a step towards the elevator is taken, the scene below them changes.

A bench sat some distance away uncurls, black iron body turning into a grayed gangly mass with a wooden chest for a head, teeth poking out of it. Said monster seems to stretch himself before moving on all fours to inspect the thing.

Sybastian squats, picks up the fleshlight. Although his eyes are hidden in the great darkness of his objectum head, everyone can practically see the gears turning in his head.

The mimic glances up, perplexed yellow eyes staring dubiously at his coworkers.

" Syb. " Patches calls, reaching a hand out. " That is very special, leave it there. Do not touch it- "

Too late.

" No! No!! "

He found a toy, he's going to play with it. Sybastian starts hurriedly moving out of view.

" Motherfucker! I'll gut you! " Vinnel screeches, banging uselessly on the building's exterior.

" Blasted mimic... " Belo is the first to peel off the window. " What do we do now?! "

" Well... " Morell sighs, pulling his apron back on while everyone sulks and simmers.

" We go huntin'. "

Huh.

Isn't that one way to wake up...

Sybastian's nap had been disturbed when he sensed an impact nearby. It couldn't have been something very large, but part of his hunting routine involves being in that fine line between resting and alert enough to sense the faintest vibrations, categorize them as noteworthy or not on a subconscious level. His curiosity had him rising anyway, shedding his disguise and following the direction of the sound until he found...

A sex toy.

In the middle of the grass.

His eyes don't deceive him, he knows what kind of toy this is, has seen them in the undead's shop. They're the kind you can fuck into, small and convenient.

He was unsure as to why such a thing had been tossed out, so he looked around and found most of his coworkers already fixed on him. It didn't take a genius to piece together the fact that they had been likely squabbling over the thing.

Yet, oddly, it didn't smell used. In fact, it featured an odor Sybastian could swear he's had his face buried in before.

The mischief of his nature acted up, and the mimic crawled away with the toy held in his maw.

He knows the rest of them will come looking for him immediately, so the mimic scurries deep into the less stable parts of the garden- Where Hellion tends to dwell. The parts that can shift, remold and relocate themselves in the blink of an eye as the establishment periodically "refreshes" itself. It's a gamble, he admits, but it's the only place staff will hesitate to enter due to its volatile nature. Sybastian is more well-equipped to deal with these areas, given he spends most of the time in the garden, has learned many of its tricks.

Let them bump around like blind moles.

Eventually, Sybastian finds an area dense in plantlife, a good distance away from the main building already, and sensing no approaching threats, the mimic seats himself next to a wide trunk, spitting his conquest into his hands and taking the time to examine it.

It's a fancy fuck-pocket alright.

Curious about the scent, he drags the thin end of his tongue across the length of the artificial pussy, eyes widening when taste hits him. Not just any taste, arousal and wetness and- Human. A human he's put that same roving muscle upon before.

You.

Sybastian is certain these things aren't meant to have such specific tastes. He's not sure how such a thing came into being, a carbon sort of copy of your cunt, but he understands why the others were fighting over it. Syb would too.

A little thrill crawls along the length of his spine.

No time to waste, he better make use of this before he's accosted by a swarm of angry monsters.

The mimic drools and smiles as he pushes a good portion of his deep blue tongue past sweet folds and into the surprisingly warm, hugging insides of the toy. He removes his loincloth hastily and palms his already chubbing cock to the thought of you flipping your work outfit up and spreading yourself out so he can have full access to that puffy pussy. The mental image of your provocative, inviting smile while you grab onto the fat of your ass has him moaning, dick pulsing.

Fucking the pathetic little escapists is one thing, but nothing beats your delicious, perfect holes. You have everyone here by the balls and Sybastian is no different.

Releasing a filthy murr of anticipation, the mimic's shackles rattle as he brings the now thoroughly slobbered pocket pussy down, teasing it along the head of his cock.

Oh, if all of them feel this real then he really has to bother Nebul for one.

Sybastian swears he feels it quiver against his length, panting as soon as he starts sinking it onto his thick length. The moment his tip pops in, he rumbles, feeling its walls immediately clinging to him, spasming in such a life-like manner he can't help bucking into it, greedily and impatiently stuffing more of himself into the exceptionally pleasurable fucktoy.

He couldn't take it slow even if he wanted to, claws curling viciously around the purple tube as he starts jerking himself off with it in earnest, loud groans echoing amidst his panting. It feels exactly like you! Hot and tight and spongy and so so good, he loves to fuck you- This is going to be his favorite toy ever.

Syb's hips snap into a grossly desperate rhythm, a lurid plap of skin on wet artificial skin as his balls hit it with every senseless rut upwards. His maw closes slightly, the mimic's eyes glaze and he pictures you there. On his lap, back turned to him, juicy ass on full display while you put both palms on his gangly knees and ride the monster for all he's worth, milking his cock and drooling like you've never had better.

Gods, if Sybastian focuses enough, he can almost feel the softness of your rump on him with each thrust. He wishes he could grab onto your waist, onto the cushion there, and use you the same way he's using this copy to breed into.

You're the hottest, prettiest little human he'll ever have the opportunity to stuff himself into.

There isn't a single intelligent thought in Sybastian's head when he starts grinding the pocket-pussy down, the tensing of his legs and abdomen bringing him ever closer to that sweet release, and he's looking forward to flooding the fucktoy full of his cum, feeling it clench heavenly around him the same it has been for a while now.

With one last, obscenely loud slap of his meat into the fleshlight, Sybastian howls and throbs hard, coming undone with great intensity and melting onto the grassy ground, the feeling of his own hot jizz spurting out the toy and leaking past his balls to coat this thighs a depraved sign of his victory.

He lies there, boneless from his own orgasm, hand still clumsily dragging your toy up and down his now spent cock, and all is well for a blissful moment.

...

Until-

" Bravo. Mm, good show... "

Sybastian peers up, not as sharp as he would be now that he's disoriented from cumming. A pair of glowing green eyes poise on him, and none other than the incubus makes it past the foliage of this part of the garden.

He's vaguely surprised the other was brave enough to come here.

" What? " Santi places a hand to his hip. " Thought I wouldn't find you? I could smell you getting off like a rabid animal, you need more than greenery to hide from me. "

Fair. Syb was being loud too. He doesn't let go of the toy however, suspiciously allowing the demon to lewdly scheme the dirty mess between his legs.

" Hand me the fleshlight, love. "

There's a growl. Santi frowns.

" Oh come now, you greedy slut, I'll make sure you get something out of it too. " He lulls, drawing closer slowly, to the point where he stands in front of the mimic, before crouching.

Sybastian keeps growling faintly, pulling out of the fleshlight to hold it away from the high-ranker, a gross pool of cum still oozing off the recently used thing. He doesn't miss the way the incubus' nostrils flare.

" Why, I'll even tell you a little secret, hm? "

Santi crawls between the mimic's legs, collecting a bead of the monster's cum and putting it to his mouth, luridly sucking the fluid off his finger before spitting onto his palm and using it to stroke Sybastian.

What begins as overstimulated shocks that force his legs to twitch and squirm away is forcibly turned into a brand new wave of arousal and need. He doesn't fight it, letting himself get stimulated anew and only offering a little bit of resistance when Santi pulls the fucktoy out of his grasp.

If he's here... Where are the others?

" What if I told you this little thing here- " Santi starts, selfishly and deliberately fingering globs of cum out of the toy for his own amusement. Syb notes the rigid length bobbing between his coworker's dark thighs. " Is loaded with magic? "

A toothy head tilts in confusion. Sybastian kind of assumed there was something unknown at play here, he just can't tell the implications.

" You can smell it, right? You know who this reminds you of. "

Syb's eyes widen.

" Did you also know that this fleshlight is connected to our Admin? She felt everything you just did to her, Sybastian. " The incubus chuckles, letting his drool seep onto the rim of your pussy, then spreading the aphrodisiac fluid over your lips, circling you clit with it languidly.

Sybastian doesn't need to be a scientist to know you're probably losing your mind by now.

" Oh you fucked her open like a rabid bull. I wish I could see her state right now- I bet she's sweating a storm in her clothes, her own cum and wetness dripping down her legs, too cock-drunk to speak! What a good job you did... "

Sybastian spaces off slightly, picturing what the results of his careless and selfish fucking must have reduced you to. He almost feels bad, if the image the Lust demon painted in his head wasn't so awfully erotic. He literally used you.

" Mmm, now, let's give her something to really scream about, big boy. "

In a blur of movement, Santi presses against the gray monster, both lengths squeezed together, pumped hastily a couple times but with practiced precision that makes Syb groan. And then, much to his growing amusement and shock, the incubus hovers your toy above them both, strings of falling seed used to further lubricate both of them.

The demon looks to be burning with anticipation, shuddering as he presses the thing down.

" ... Won't. Fit. " The mimic eventually mumbles, wondering if Santi's intent is to actually rip you open.

" Don't be silly- " There's a rasped snicker. " I've seen her bounce on Lord Krulu's lap. Just lie back and let me make this memorable for the three of us. "

It's a stretch. A fat stretch, but it seems the magical properties of the toy are indeed aligned with your own physical limitations, because the fleshlight gradually accepts both monsters, clenching with mind-melting pressure against both leaking cocks.

Santi is the first to moan low and needy, claws sinking into the bark of the tree his coworker leans against so he can steady himself in the face of such sudden ecstasy. Sybastian follows with his own trill, their members twitching and pulsing, trapped against each other, within you.

When Syb makes a disoriented motion to try and grasp the thing, make it move over them both, the incubus snaps his teeth at him in a language the other understands, determined to control the pace. And control he does, viciously pumping them both off, twisting, grinding the thing frequently.

A pace that would otherwise certainly chafe both males is now sloppy and soaked, lubricated by Syb's seed, your wetness and Santi's precum. They fuck themselves silly, trading groans and frantically bumping their hips, one moment thrusting in perfect sync, the next selfishly seeking their own pleasure.

The incubus' tongue hangs and he tosses his head back when a certain familiar pace of contractions around him is felt.

" Oh- Ohhh fuck- " He calls to the other. " Feel that? Yeah? " Sybastian nods and makes a strangled ambiguous noise. " She's cumming. Hard. "

Both of them grow fevered, preening at the knowledge.

" I hope she's fucking screaming. I hope she's trying to guess who we are. "

The fiend had always been too good with his obscene little comments, Sybastian's second, overstimulated orgasm is flayed out of him with no ounce of mercy. Santi gets almost hysterical with the conquest, getting high off the power he's exerting over both you and the mimic, climbing to his peak and letting his eyes roll back when the first pulses of an approaching end seize him.

The only reason he doesn't scream when he's suddenly grabbed by the horns is because there was already little breath in his lungs to begin with.

A pair of metallic, sticker-adorned arms loom from above, rigged hands wrenching his head back to face a slightly cracked visor displaying a deceitfully friendly face.

" 1'll B3 t4k1Ng 7H4t N0w. :] "

Fuck.

His robotic coworker uses superior reflexes to grab the toy, wrench it off both monsters, and bolt out of sight with surprising speed for a being of such immense density.

Instincts claw at the hellish monster. He only stands there for a stunned second, clutching nothing but air, before he's snarling like a feral creature and racing after the party bot, pushing many of his other coworkers away.

Grimbly gains on all of them, but when the incubus drops onto all fours the two collide and roll away in a mess of shouting limbs.

Gallon passes by them and laughs, then gets lashed aside by a whip lit on dullahan fire.

Vinnel is thrown across the garden, apparently launched away by Fank-e cackling in the distance.

This isn't ending any time soon...

[kaleidoru]

Self-Modify

[kamabokobun]

idiot children surprised to find ghosts in haunted building (new ocs)

[gorefemmeart]

happy birthday my sweet darling boy!!!!!!!!!

[pixiefeatherkw3]

Meet Phoebe, by the way. She lives in the world where the voices spawned and haves a spouse that works in the city.

[odd-chips]

"When Tim bolted out of the photo booth, I had no idea where he could have gone. Apparently he nearly got sick on someone's shoes before dipping out the back door. "I caught him smoking outside. (He's supposedly trying to quit, but I noticed he'd picked the habit back up again recently) I wanted to scold him about it, ask him what made him fall off the wagon, ask him what was wrong. "But when his head snapped up to glare at me... it sounds silly, but I don't know. It didn't even seem like it was Tim looking back at me. I just left him to it. He seemed like he needed the space."

The first month or so after getting cursed, things would be real rough for not only Tim, but Ratman as well.

When he first shows up, Ratman just sort of has a normal rat brain and doesn't realize how freakishly large he is. As time goes on though, he starts to soak up life experience and gain more human-ish consciousness (because he's got a human-ish brain mixed up in there), but at the beginning, he has regular rodent freak outs about loud sounds, weird smells, and as seen at this infamous New Year's party, flash photography.

He gets better about it eventually, but for the first little while, Tim has no idea what these sudden panic attacks are about. He'll find out soon enough though. :)

And for funsies, here's the 4 panels so you can flip through them like I like doing, haha.

[zero-is-nebulous]

Guys did you know i was a furry or is this a surprise. also peak my outfit from tye other day I was super tired

[ghostiidasponk]

twst sona/oc redesign doodles bcos im bored af (i dont wanna do my modernmath assignment...)

basically girl failure gets reincarnated as twink

more under the cut!!

the visual reference ^^^ LMAOOOO

[eldritch-spouse]

How would the other clergymen receive to cumming instantly for their obsession like in that ask with the icons? I imagine nebul would hate it. Patches wouldn’t notice for a bit lol

[Continuing from this ask, minus Santi.]

Morell struggles to understand. That didn't just happen. That's never happened, not since his first. As embarrassed as he is, he knows he can't give you too much time to think about it, so he overwhelms you with his fingers as best as he can. Morell is touchy about this and will keep ceaselessly trying to find a workaround. It's just no fun if, the second he's in you, it's over. Tease him and he may become unpredictable.

Gallon, entirely not predicting this, has a frozen moment where he simply processes his own orgasm. While he won't outright react to teasing now, he'll use several tendrils to make you orgasm into exhaustion, silently wondering why this took place. The experience was ruined, for his pride at least, and he'll show less interest in penetrative sex when he determines this is a pattern, scheming ways to fix the problem.

Patches does, absolutely, not notice it at first. He figures the next time he'll last a bit more. But he doesn't. Ever. It's as mildly horrifying as it is predictable. He knows it's a problem when Stitches suffers from it too, out of nowhere, and turns to the world of magic to find if he can either extend his endurance artificially, or negate any anomalous properties you might have. This can result in him never again being a minute man.

Grimbly honestly tears up from shame. This is gross and weird and it wasn't meant to end like that. Comforting him through it is appreciated, but the more this happens, the more Grimbly thinks there's something wrong with him. He wants to fuck you! He doesn't want to be pegged or penetrated by toys all the time!! He'll even resort to condoms to make things last longer. He never thought this would eat at him as much as it does.

Vinnel just sighs. Figures his sickness would ruin his sexual performance as well. Having days where his genitals simply refuse to work is one thing, now he's cumming in seconds? Fortunately, he can pull a switcheroo and keep fucking you with an approximation, but his own frustration might translate into sadism dealt onto you. Whatever.

Belo, well, he figures the first time this happens it's normal? There's suspicion it's not. You might need to have a talk with him. Ultimately, he's conflicted. On the one hand, this must mean you're very compatible, right? You resonate with him! On the other, he's aware he should offer his Lady/charge a more worthwhile experience of love in its' physical form. Could... Could he consult Krulu about this?

Nebul is eating this memory. No way you're keeping that. Penetration is off the table until he can find a workaround. He would rather not fuck you at all than orgasm in seconds. You will not have power here, not even power you're unaware of.

Sybastian grunted some kind of incomprehensible curse and looked as if something was deeply wrong with his body. Although he tries to stroke himself back to hardness, something he's regularly achieved, it might be fruitless. Sybastian doesn't quite know what to do with himself and fears that you now see him as subpar and laughable. He will seek reassurance subtly, also trying desperately to find ways to prolong his performance.

Fank-e has no idea how you achieved this?? This isn't supposed to be possible? He can go for hours if he feels like it, then you come along and he orgasms so hard that he nearly has to shut down. Very funny. Instead of feeling threatened by this, Fank-e resorts to his other incredibly effective means of making you orgasm, and later forcibly modifies all his genital attachments to a very diminished sensitivity. It took several tries to find a good balance.

Krulu has to resist the urge to pry your body open and inspect what caused this. His first idea is that the feedback response from your part was simply too intense. Irregardless, he's rattled that this didn't go according to how he wants it to, but his refractory period isn't notable to you, so he spends the time in-between isolating and nullifying the trait that makes your partners unable to perform. The trait is not erased, particularly because he thinks he can weaponize it. You know better than to tease him for that first encounter, hopefully. Silently savor the win of making a siadar bust immediately, if you're smart.

[tillman]

[toasterdrake]

while this may just be my experience of the fandom so far, i haven't seen any spaces for bg3 that focus on giving tavs some love yet

so i thought i'd fill that void and make a discord server :] Tav's Tavern

the server is half a day old as of posting, but everything is up and running, so all it needs is some life breathed into it

oc x canon welcome! wouldn't dream of making a hypocrite of myself

[ne0nwithazero]

Meet Button & Match

Characters in the Cable AU tend to come in pairs, duos or dichotomies, and Button and Match are no exception! :) Being the two game controllers that Kris and Asriel used to play with on their old TV, the twins have always been inseparable.

After the Divide, many darkners were left purposeless, and with their friend Tenna having gone missing, Button and Match were left out of use. Roaming the Channels and the City, causing trouble, picking play fights, and hoping to find someone who would want to play with them.

Though their idea of "playing" might be a bit too aggressive for the average darkner. Who doesn't like fighting games?

[acacia-may]

First (A Black Clover Fic)

Kaiser Granvorka is a quiet man, a humble man, a man who doesn’t take risks. Until one day, he takes the biggest risk of all—to accept the first commoner into the Magic Knights.

Kaiser Granvorka & Zara Ideale Friendship. (Also features Kaiser Granvorka/His Wife and Wholesome Parent-Child Relationships Zara & Zora Ideale and Kaiser & Billie (OC) Granvorka)

Rated T for heavy themes and angst. Warnings for death, grief, and heavy themes (Please mind the AO3 tags).

A/N: A quick shoutout and many thanks to my friend & Zora-enthusiast, @f-oighear Strangely enough I think reading your amazing Grossberg Law Offices fic somehow broke my writer's block and inspired me to write this despite it being from a totally different fandom so I wanted to say thank you! 💜 Also Marv and Kaiser friendship crossover when??

Link to the work on AO3

3,493 Words. Full Fic Text Below the Cut. Thank you for reading!

“Examinee 129, please step forward.”

There was a derisive snicker barely masked by a half-cough to Kaiser’s left. He didn’t turn to see whose it was though he heard his vice-captain huff. She turned her head, no doubt to glare daggers at whoever it was.

Kaiser sighed. Maris had much less patience for the haughty, pretentious, and often patronizing attitudes of many of the Magic Knights and much less restraint in expressing her disapproval of such behavior. He could almost hear her now: You don’t have to raise your hand for every applicant, but you don’t have to be rude and maliciously superior about it.

While Kaiser agreed with her, he did not see the point in expressing his own displeasure, especially at a Magic Knights’ Entrance Exam which he believed merited a certain level of decorum. Besides, a glare from him wasn’t going to change anything. In Kaiser’s opinion, it was much better and more effective to lead by example—show respect to everyone: royal, noble, or commoner.

Kaiser sighed again. It seemed this opinion was grossly unpopular.

As Examinee 129 stepped forward, there were even more condescending sniffs and snorts from both the Magic Knight gallery and the other entrance exam applicants. Maris huffed again, crossing her arms, but she turned towards the examinee and offered him a sympathetic smile. She no doubt recognized him. Kaiser did himself, after all. He was pretty hard to forget: tall, muscular, with unruly, bright red hair, and a beaming smile and most memorable of all, the fact he was a commoner who had participated in over a decade of Magic Knights Entrance Exams.

Kaiser had to admit the man’s fortitude was admirable. No matter how many times he pushed himself to his limit in the entrance exam and stood before the Magic Knight captains only to be rejected, he still returned year after year having improved and grown stronger. Truthfully, this had been his best year yet—the first time he had been won his duel. Kaiser supposed he had had a type advantage which contributed to his victory, but still…a commoner besting a noble at all was practically unheard of and, as far as he knew, a first in the entire history of the Magic Knights.

The examinee should be proud of such an accomplishment, and as he raised his head towards the captains’ gallery and smiled, it appeared he was. Kaiser’s mouth twitched in its corners, a subtle sign of his approval before the examination arena grew silent as they awaited what was likely to be yet another announcement of “no hands.”

Despite Examinee 129’s feat, the truth was he still lacked the magical prowess of the majority of the other applicants, many of whom had already been rejected from the Magic Knights’ selection. Even if Kaiser’s fellow captains hadn’t prejudicially ruled him out simply for being a peasant, they likely would have rejected him anyway for his abilities alone or out of the fear that his potential would eventual plateau far earlier than a knight with a strong, magical pedigree and more training. It was unfair, but the fact of the matter was that a Magic Knight squad simply could not take everyone and no Magic Knight squad had ever taken a commoner. It was too much of a risk. There was no telling if this examinee would even have what it takes to be a Magic Knight.

Kaiser felt a hand gripping his shoulder. He looked up at Maris who was still standing at his side. Tilting her head, she pushed a piece of scraggly, dark hair out of her face and quirked an eyebrow at him. Her blue eyes narrowed, and Kaiser fidgeted, suddenly, and somewhat irrationally, concerned that she could somehow read his mind. He could almost hear her again—countering his reservations: There’s more to being a Magic Knight than just raw power, and he has something no one else here has.

He couldn’t argue with her, especially when she was right. He let out a conciliatory sigh, and Maris’ mouth twitched into a triumphant smirk. Still, he shook his head. Even if this examinee’s heart and fortitude were without equal amongst his peers, it would still be a risk to select him for their squad, and Kaiser was a quiet, humble man. He was not one to take such risks—to rock the boat, to do what had never been done before.

Surely, Maris knew this. Even if she was not like him—was bold, fearless, and unafraid of risks—she had to at least understand that not every risk could be taken. There was something to be said for prudence, for thoughtfulness, for planning.

The expression in his eyes tried to compromise with her. Perhaps, next year after the examinee had trained a little more and become even stronger and Kaiser himself could work up the courage to do something so radical and revolutionary…

His thoughts were abruptly cut off as he felt Maris’ grip tighten on his shoulder. Somehow this gesture said louder than any words: “You know it’s the right thing to do. Raise your hand or I’ll never forgive you.”

Kaiser sighed. He felt her ultimatum was a bit over the top, but she was nothing if not relentless. Her grip tightened even more—her long fingernails digging into his shoulder blade until she finally felt his arm move.

Immediately, the examination arena filled with shocked gasps and appalled whisperings. Even Examinee 129 looked utterly flabbergasted—blinking at Kaiser’s raised hand until the exam moderator eventually, somewhat perplexedly stumbled his way through “The…uh…Purple Orcas?” He didn’t sound sure about that—a fact which seemed to make Maris chuckle or perhaps it was just that she was pleased.

When there was no correction, Kaiser heard a gasp from his left. He knew better than to look at the probably confused and possibly horrified faces of his fellow Magic Knight captains. Instead he met the eyes of Examinee 129. He looked relieved, proud, and grateful beyond words, and when he beamed at him, Kaiser smiled back at him: the first commoner to become a Magic Knight.

At the end of the exam, Kaiser tried his best to quickly and quietly exit the examination arena without drawing too much attention to himself. He was sure the other captains would have a lot to say about his decision to allow a commoner to join the Magic Knights for the very first time ever, but he didn’t care to hear it. There was nothing he could say to help them understand his reasoning anyway. It was a risk—and one that drew far too much attention to himself than the humble Kaiser would have wanted—but with any luck, his new recruit would prove that it was one worth taking. With any luck, he would earn the respect of the other Magic Knights by working hard and honing his magical abilities. Only then they would truly see the errors of their narrow-mindedness.

“Captain Granvorka, sir. I’m Zara Ideale.” His new recruit held out his hand to him. It was jittery, shaking a little whether out of excitement or nervousness, or perhaps both, Kaiser couldn’t be entirely sure, but he shook it with a curt nod. “This is such an honor. Thank you for giving me a chance, sir.”

Zara continued to shake his hand exuberantly. Was he ever going to let go? Kaiser wondered.

He sighed, feeling somewhat sheepish. Humbly he admitted, “You really should be thanking my wife.”

“Oh yes, of course, sir.” Zara nodded enthusiastically, but his brow furrowed in confusion before Kaiser tilted his head towards the somewhat smug Maris.

“She’s also your vice-captain.”

Maris waved, but teasingly corrected, “You should’ve led with that. I’ve been your vice-captain far longer than I’ve been your wife.” She chuckled but turned to shake Zara’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Zara. Welcome aboard.”

“Very excited and honored to be here, Ma’am,” replied Zara shaking Maris’s hand even more exuberantly. “Really, it means so much to me to be given this opportunity to serve and protect my kingdom and to prove myself as a Magic Knight.” Somehow his beaming smile grew even wider. “And to show my boy—my son, Zora—that he can do anything he sets his mind to—doesn’t matter where he’s come from.”

Kaiser’s expression softened, and Maris smiled as she said, “You were really extraordinary out there. I’m sure your son would be proud.”

Kaiser nodded in agreement. “Your magic is impressive. Your fortitude and resilience even more so. I think you’ll be an asset to the Magic Knights.”  

Zara beamed at them and finally released Maris’ hand in order to stand at attention and salute them. “Thank you. I promise I won’t let you down!”

*-*-*

He didn’t let them down—not once. Like with most things, Maris was right. Selecting Zara Ideale for their squad quickly proved a risk worth taking. He worked harder than anyone else in the Purple Orcas. He was always the first to volunteer for any mission, trained longer and harder than anyone, and, as Kaiser had suspected at the entrance exam, showed a resilience unlike anyone else on their squad. Even injuries did not stop him. He begged to be released from the infirmary and let back out into the field with broken ribs, sprained joints, twisted ankles, and even a broken arm—a request that Kaiser had promptly rejected. No matter what happened, he was always laughing, always kept an energetic and positive attitude, and, perhaps, most admirable of all, he was willing to risk his life for anyone in need: comrade or civilian—even the ones who were open in their dislike of him and their disapproval of a commoner Magic Knight.

Kaiser knew there was even such discontent on their squad, as they had, of course, expected. He had immediately and matter-of-factly declared that while he respected the right of his subordinates to disagree with his decision to allow a commoner onto their squad, he would not tolerate any in-fighting, friction, or mistreatment of Zara on account of his background and he expected the Purple Orcas to act respectfully and work together as normal. He liked to think that his squad had agreed due to their own character or willingness to grow as people—failing that, out of respect for him as their captain, at least. If Kaiser had to guess, however, it was most likely Maris’ fervent promise to give the boot to anyone who had a problem with that policy and her accompanying fierce scowls that quieted most of the disagreement.

Still, Kaiser was not stupid. He knew that just because it was quiet, didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Luckily and admirably, Zara never let it bother him and tried his best to earn the respect of his fellow squad members. Kaiser liked to think he had succeeded in that, at least a little. After all, there was no uptick in discontent following the retirement of Maris and her death glares. It made Kaiser hopeful that Zara would continue to win over the Orcas and the rest of the Magic Knight squads, even after Kaiser himself was gone.

Truthfully, he had been considering permanent retirement ever since his daughter was born, but it was only a terrible injury that forced him to realize he was no longer in his prime and to confront his mortality.

“Captain, sir. What are you doing out of bed?”

Zara’s exuberant voice pulled Kaiser out of his thoughts. Whipping around to look at him made his dislocated shoulder ache—made him feel old, useless. He stifled a groan of pain.

“It’s alright. I just wanted some fresh air and quiet time to think.”

“What are you thinking about?” Zara asked as he helped him over to a nearby bench in the hospital courtyard.

Kaiser sighed, but his expression softened affectionately as he said, “My wife and daughter.”

Zara smiled himself and laughed lightly as he dug for something in his pocket. “That reminds me—I have a doll for Billie.” He handed Kaiser a little rag doll—a Magic Knight from the looks of it with a shiny cape and long sage-green hair just like his little girl. Kaiser couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, Zara. I’m sure she’ll love it, but you really didn’t have to do this.”

“She seemed so upset when she visited you—was really worried and scared,” he explained with a shake of his head. “So I started making her a doll to help distract her. I hadn’t finished it until tonight, but I thought it might help her feel better until you’re all healed up and released. I’m not the most crafty, but my boy, Zora”—he beamed just talking about him—“always liked the doll I made him. It always made him happy or at least made him laugh.”

There was something about the love that Zara had for his son that warmed Kaiser’s heart. He hoped to have that same kind of relationship with his own daughter one day, but…

His face fell and he swallowed hard. He knew he wouldn’t be able to have that if he was never around and was always worrying her by putting himself in harm’s way. And he definitely wouldn’t if he was dead.

“Is something the matter, sir?” asked Zara, and Kaiser sighed heavily. He considered shrugging the whole matter off, but then he remembered how no one had been more excited at Kaiser’s announcement that had become a father than Zara, how Zara always asked after his dear little Wilhelmina or “Billie” as her mother had so affectionately nicknamed her, and how Zara always said that being a father was a greatest gift life had to offer. Surely, he of all people would understand why Kaiser wanted to leave the Magic Knights to spend time with his little girl and be a part of her childhood.

“I think it might be time for me to retire,” he admitted matter-of-factly as his injured shoulder throbbed with pain despite Dr. Owen’s best efforts to put him back together again. “You’re not as spry as you used to be, Kaiser,” he had warned him. “Be careful out there.”

“Because of your injury?” asked Zara, pulling him out of his thoughts. “I thought Dr. Owen said you’d recover.”

“This time,” mumbled Kaiser with a somewhat imbittered nod.

After a pause, he let out a long breath. “It’s selfish,” he admitted, almost guiltily. “But I want to see my little girl grow up.”

Kaiser fidgeted, but something in Zara’s face brought him pause. His expression was so kind—so understanding as he smiled at him.

“That’s noble too,” he said as he leaned back on his hands and glanced up at the starry night sky. “I mean, I love being a Magic Knight—it’s my dream, always has been, but my son”—his voice trailed, grew wistful—“he is the greatest joy of my life and there is nothing better in this world than getting to be his dad.” He beamed but shifted, scratching the back of his neck with a laugh. “I’m not a perfect father, by any means, but all we can do is try our best to be the dads our kids deserve right? And while I might have a lot of regrets about a lot of things, I don’t regret one second I got to spend with him.”

Zara paused and turned to look Kaiser square in the face, right in the eyes. “That time is precious, and I can’t imagine a greater tragedy than a parent who doesn’t get to see their child grow up.”

A bittersweet smile tugged at Kaiser’s lips as he looked away to stare down at the doll Zara had thoughtfully made for his daughter. As strange as it was, he felt relieved—thankful, somehow, to have permission to do what he knew was the right thing even if it was a risk. So it always seemed to be in his life—he needed someone else there, Maris or Zara, to give him that final push in the right direction.

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, thankful for the what had to be the hundredth time that he had taken that risk and let Zara onto his squad—that Zara Ideale, one of the greatest men he had ever had the pleasure to know, was the first commoner ever to become a Magic Knight. He didn’t quite have to the words to say it, but he hoped that he knew that and knew how much his encouragement meant to him.

Whether he did or not, Kaiser couldn’t be sure because, per usual, Zara merely laughed and smiled at him—patting his shoulder, though thankfully his non-injured one. However, there was something almost bittersweet in his voice when he said, “We’re really gonna miss you, Captain.”

*-*-*

After Kaiser’s retirement, Zara kept in touch through letters. Kaiser appreciated the chance to get to hear how his former squad member was doing, even though most of his letters consisted of stories about his son, Zora, and how proud he was of him. Kaiser couldn’t complain. After all, he spent a majority of his letters writing about own wife and daughter, the prides and joys of his life. He never regretted his decision to retire—to spend more time with them, to be a part Billie’s childhood and watch her grow.

Well…never regretted it except once. When a final letter came—not from Zara but from an old comrade from the Purple Orcas, someone brave enough to tell him the truth.

He had been sitting in the garden watching Billie try to water the flowers with little gusts of rainclouds made by her magic, when Maris ran out with a letter clutched in her fist. The tears in her eyes made him assume the worst, but even then he was unprepared—could never have imagined something so cruel, so heartless from the squad he would have given his life to protect.

“It’s not your fault,” Maris insisted.

“Isn’t it?” Kaiser’s eyes burned as he stared at the letter, at the words too painful to read. “I put him on that squad. I knew what they’d think of him.”

“You couldn’t have known they’d kill him,” she interrupted, more forcefully than Kaiser would have liked. “And those men that did—they weren’t ours. They were new recruits, after our time. You would’ve never let them be Orcas.”

“Exactly.” His voice was cold, matter-of-fact. It didn’t feel like his. “I left—I left him there knowing what the Magic Knights were like—how little they thought of commoners. I thought he could earn their respect…but they killed him.” His voice hitched. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. “And it’s my fault. I was selfish—I wasn’t there to protect him.”

Maris let out a long shaky breath. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head. “Then it’s both our faults. We knew it was a risk but still, we let him onto our squad—made him the first commoner to ever become a Magic Knight. And then we just left him there like a lamb to the slaughter.”

Despite her biting delivery, the final words got garbled in the back of her throat. He knew she felt far more guilty than angry.  

Abruptly, Kaiser turned away. The old injury in his shoulder ached, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t stand the sight of her in pain.

Instead, he looked up at the sky. The dark swirling rainclouds Billie had made suddenly felt appropriate.

Something panged in his chest at the thought of his Billie, his dear little girl. He looked over at his daughter—blissfully unaware, still laughing as she skipped around the garden. His eyes caught sight of her favorite doll, a handmade gift from a dear old friend who had tenderly crafted this toy for a little girl scared to death of losing her papa.

Something cold, wet, and unwanted trickled down his cheek as he thought of that poor young boy all alone out there in the world who had just lost his beloved papa forever.

He couldn’t stop the tears as he remembered Zara’s words clear, as the day he had said them: I can’t imagine a greater tragedy than a parent who doesn’t get to see their child grow up.

Thanks to Zara, Kaiser would get to see his child grow up—to change, age, maybe even become a Magic Knight herself, but thanks to him, Zara never would.

The first commoner to become a Magic Knight would never come home.

Kaiser clutched his chest and curled forward. His wife caught him in her arms, and they wept. How could this have possibly been worth the risk? And who were they to say that it was?

[vanixuniverse15]

F A T H E R .

[zero-is-nebulous]

CANINE DOODLE DUMP !!1

Hey chat I made an oc, this is what I've been drawing recently

(featuring her friend Thorny, AND A BB CANINE !!!)

[fatedroses]

One spends all evening judging everyone and the other spends it (mentally) off in space.