Or, that's what Glass would have said if they weren't face-deep in Diogenes's sweaty, tremulous genitalia. Simon blushes brightly and smiles, glancing over Diogenes’ body for a split second. I and you, Diogenes, are stuck here, for life, and the only comfort I have in this sterile hell is found in your sweaty, tremulous genitalia," said Glass. dr-glass-scp: agent-diogenes: Diogenes nods and steps away from the door, feeling a little awkward seeing as he was in his sleep wear, which consisted of a black tank top and his boxers. I could have accolades other than the Skippy for Best Cube and the Lifetime Stare-At-This-To-Reset-Your-Meme-Addled-Brain Award. I could have recognition, and not just the facial recognition that lets me in to see the animal monster. Did you know that the Foundation takes ownership of everything I come up with and then uses almost none of it that doesn't have any application in keeping weird things from touching people or each other? I could have won the Nobel Prize in whatever it is I do. We're killing ourselves in a career of sacrifice to a world that never asked for the service and doesn't know we're doing it. I know we're doing good, and I know we're more successful than ever, but it feels so empty and futile. "I'm really dissatisfied with my work right now. Diogenes had a double-ended number that they had named "Twin Peaks" (to go with the bullet vibrator Eraserhead, and the less said about Videodrome the better) but Glass objected to it for reasons that should be obvious. Mostly they stuck to the bare necessities: Velcro-brand velcro cuffs, a blindfold nicked from a cognitohazard station, and a Lowe's paint stirrer to administer smacks and stir the sex paint 1. The really kinky stuff was really just for show, because Diogenes figured that having a whole hidden shelf of sex equipment would be sort of badass compared to having a lonesome dildo shoved in a drawer somewhere.
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They had toys, only to be used with each other, or maybe with themselves if the other wasn't around, but with the agreement that they'd think about each other or maybe role-play like the toy was the other person but turned into a sex toy that could still talk and was nervous about the whole situation. Which they were, with the idea of frequent animalistic sex between shifts. But those things don't matter when you're in love. If you asked someone about them, they might not be able to describe their appearances, or their personality quirks, or what genders they are, even if that person was writing a story about them. They were not the most prominent faces amongst the senior staff, not to everyone else.
#Diogenes scp movie#
It was the poshy French poster for some movie or a street or something that hung above Diogenes's bed as they fucked each other until the air was unhealthily thick with fuck-smells. But there was one masterpiece that they both enjoyed equally, and it was found in Diogenes's bedroom. The two of them were doctors, and not the "let me write you a prescription" kind of doctor, or the "invented a soft drink" kind of doctor, or the MFA kind of doctor, although Diogenes might have liked art. "How's the ass?" asked Glass, unsure whether that Glassy pass would pass as ass.
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#Diogenes scp crack#
Looking, Glass made their looking glass show Glass's ass, the looking glass showing a crooked ass as Glass crooked to move Glass's ass's crack away from the glass's crack that made Glass look aghast. In the looking glass was the looking Glass, reflected by their own glassy look into Glass's looking glass. Right now, you could call the person you like/love (if you aren’t dating/engaged/married already), or show up at their front door, and just confess or kiss them or whatever.Disclaimer: This tale uses the word "fuck", and not as a curse word, as meaning what it means in the dictionary. Is lying about something serious as bad as cheating? How would you introduce yourself on a blind date? Describe, appearance-wise, what your ideal boy/girlfriend would be like? Describe, personality-wise, what your ideal boy/girlfriend would be like? What’s the first thing you notice about someone? How do you feel about society, the vague “they” blamed for everything? Is human life only valuable because our society makes it? system in a galaxy in an infinite universe? Do humans matter-tiny specs on a floating piece of rock in a solar 27. Do we define ourselves, or does our past? Are we raised into what we love, or do we come to love it based on how we were raised? Can science explain everything, eventually? What is the most insulting thing anyone has said to you? Have you ever gotten your nails professionally painted?
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Describe the way you dress in one sentence. What’s something people have tried to force you to do? What’s something you’re bad at, but love? Do you see yourself differently than other people describe you?