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obliqueblade · 7 months

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Update- Health Concerns/Inspo/ rambling a bit

“So Oblique where have you been?”

That is a great question reader. The truth is complicated… and rather long.

Not to be like “ao3 writer moment” but…

I have cancer. Had it for a while actually. I got diagnosed right at 20, but I had symptoms for a while before that. We had thought it was just my asthma acting up, but nope.

I have lung cancer. Wooo.

Funnily enough, about a month or so later, Technoblade released his announcement video.

It was strange. Knowing that while I was going through treatment, someone I looked up to across the country was doing something similar. I remember watching that video hooked up to my oxygen machine, and feeling a pit in my stomach when he had mentioned being able to see where it was. While I don’t have Sarcoma, most cancer patients, especially those in the ward knew what that meant.

I made a joke though, that none of my doctors, or friends really appreciated. Statistically, I would die before he did, so I at least wouldn’t have to live in a world without him.

… clearly, this did not go the way I had hoped.

Off and on for that year, I was in and out of the hospital in Clevland, Ohio. Now this is not where I live normally, but it was close to my grandparents. I also found out how much I hated snow. Moreso, when your lungs also hate it and you at the same time.

“Oh, Oblique, just how common is lung cancer in your early 20s?”

Why dear reader another GREAT question! The answer is- it’s not. Or the early signs are easy to miss. I was one of the youngest patients at CC frequently, and one of the only ones with lung cancer during my stay. We were able to catch it so quickly because my step moms brother had CF, so my mom spent a lot of time in hospitals around people who couldn’t breathe. After the first few times, I couldn’t catch my breath, no matter what I did she wanted me to go and get tested to find out what it was since it was clearly worse than just asthma. We knew it wasn’t CF, because they would’ve found that earlier. Ruled out pneumonia pretty quickly too as it was the middle of summer. My FP happened to think to test cancer, just in case. My Dad and I had laughed, it was such a long shot it was more likely I was just having pretty frequent panic attacks. Now I knew deep down it wasn’t panic attacks and my mom did too, but the C-word was terrifying.

And then we got the tests back. I knew as soon as he walked in, hell I knew when they did the tests, and yes there are multiple.

I asked my mom to leave the room, My Dad hadn’t been able to come in that day with us, and I needed to talk to him about how long he thought I had.

He didn’t reply for a while, and I’ll never forget the look on his face.

At the time of my diagnosis, I was 19. Statistically, the chance of living to see my 24th birthday was almost impossible.

Doc pretty much told me that IF I could survive the next 7-12 months without the cancer spreading to my other organs my chances were pretty good. I’d later find out that the chances of it spreading were so high, and if it ever does the chances that I make it almost none. However, even once I passed every year after would be considered a miracle if I got past five.

He went into the next room and talked to my mom for a while, while I tried to wrap my head around everything. Just how quickly my life had changed. How fast it was all going to happen. What finally broke me, was my youngest sister texting me from one of her middle school classes asking me how it was going. Realizing I’d never get to see her graduate, take her on girls' days, help her through heartbreak, watch her get married.

At that moment it felt like the cancer had already killed me. It had stolen not only my life but my place in the lives of my family. Doc and Mom came back in at some point during my breakdown and sat with me.

We didn’t leave that office for a while. When we did, I told my mom that I wanted to be the one to tell my Dad and sister before we talked about where we were going to go.

So that night after dinner, we sat at the kitchen table, and I simply said

“This air quality seems to be so shitty, that my lungs have decided to refuse work,”

And my mother broke into tears, and my dad and sister stared at me like I was crazy. Which I kind of felt I deserved to be. Once we had cleared up the confusion, my dad asked me the same question I had asked the doctor.

I told him that realistically he was going to have to rely on either my older or younger sister to wipe his ass when he couldn’t do it anymore. I was trying really hard to make light of the situation because I didn’t want everyone to be sad before I died. There would be plenty of time for it afterward anyway.

Maybe that’s another thing I recognized from Techno’s initial video. Trying so hard to make sure that no one was worried despite knowing what was going to happen. And even though I think deep down a lot of us at least feared, the concept was so ridiculous and insane. How could someone like him just…

On the day of the announcement, I saw Dreams tweet before the YouTube notification came through.

I sat in my hospital bed playing Minecraft on the PC I had finally saved up enough to get, and I was on the phone with my best friend back in my home state. All I can remember is saying “Please. Please don’t let it be who I think it is. Please don’t let it be.” The last thing I remember hearing was my friend say “Oh ____ I am so sorry.”

I hung up the phone and just sobbed. I ripped out my IV and heart monitor culled into a ball on the floor and just lost it. It didn’t take long before my nightly nurse ran into the room and they eventually had to sedate me.

I woke up a few hours later, and for a moment I thought I had dreamed it. Yet I saw my mom in my room and I knew that I hadn’t. She had started working remotely due to COVID-19 and her job was letting her continue to remote in so she could come to Ohio with me and stay between the hospital and my grandparent's house. My dad would drive, and while Ohio was closer than some of the other hospitals this is still an 8+ hour drive every other week with my sister and stay with me.

I had actually been doing pretty well at this point. Due to my age, and the fact my cancer had not spread yet, I was a really good candidate for surgery. However, there are underlying health conditions and risks that have to be monitored and dealt with before they can do the surgery. They had to give me enough time between treatments so I still had the strength to survive the surgery.

When the video was released, I finished up another round of medications, this time ones that showed promising effects and weren’t damaging to my strength so I would survive the surgery.

After the video came out, my mental health dipped hard, and fast, and my physical health soon followed. Then one of my best friends as the center passed. She was three months younger than me. She had leukemia, and the doctors had been amazed she had lived as long as she had since she had it since she was a kid. They thought she was in remission in her teens, but she relapsed pretty hard right before she turned 19. Halfway through my stay there, she had taken a dip, and her health hadn’t been able to recover.

At that moment I wanted to die. I couldn’t see a point in living, of fighting, when the time I bought through these treatments maybe would last a few years. My doctors essentially had to rework my treatment plan and appeal to my parents that if they wanted me to live, they needed to have me fight for it.

So much as those days where my family would come in and beg me to try and fight I just didn’t have it in me. I couldn’t see a life for myself anymore. Now some people may look at that and think it's dumb, like “Oh some guy you never even met, someone who didn’t even know you existed, died and now you’ve decided to just die?”

Well first off rude. Secondly, I was already suicidal, and you’ll find it’s extremely common for patients with life-threatening diseases to need therapists constantly because they have extreme suicidal tendencies. Also, I want to state that yes I am referencing Techno a lot in this, but know that I am remarking about his passing and how it affected me, I am not doing so as a way to blame or hate him. Obviously, I cannot claim to know what or how he was feeling in those last few months, but I do know that we don’t get a choice when cancer kills us.

It isn’t up to us.

Hell, maybe no one is even reading this, maybe I dyed typing it up, or before I posted it. The point is I don’t want some moron to read this and think “Wow attacking a cancer patient, Oblique whatever is next?”

Dear lord this thing is four pages now, alright to quickly wrap up on why and how I’m back.

Just before all this went down, I had gotten into Hermitcraft. Now back when I was growing up and living under different circumstances, I wasn’t allowed internet access, so I missed out on a lot in the mid-2010s, one of which being Hermitcraft and well Minecraft as a whole.

Anyway, I found specifically GoodtimeswithScar and Grian.

Now, I do watch other Hermits, but at this time I watched these two the most. I never used Twitch before, and while I still don’t really like the platform I loved watching Scar stream.

Scar, actually, was the reason I got determined to at least try and fight this damn cancer.

See, before this, I didn’t know about Scar’s illness. I didn’t know he was in a wheelchair and I didn’t know he was on oxygen tanks either. So the first stream I got to watch, lying in my hospital bed, hooked up to about a million blinking machines, I opened it to see someone else wearing oxygen tubes. Someone who was also hooked up to a million different things. Yet, Scar could create some of the most beautiful things I had gotten to see while stuck in that room. It was like he weaved pure magic through the screen.

So, I came to the conclusion that what the hell. If I died so would my memories. The things I’ve seen and people I’ve met, all of it would go with me. And if there’s one thing I learned from Techno, is that “... the Sun Kast fallacy wouldn’t allow it,”.

So, we restarted my treatment plan. Eventually, we did the surgery and after making sure I was stabilized and showed no signs of infection, or that the cancer was making a comeback right away they allowed me to be transferred home. Right in time for that good ol’ Southern heat.

Now, I still have to regularly go to the hospital, as well as wear my lovely little oxygen tubes around, and take PLENTY of drugs (OMG so many cotton mouth is REAL), but not to jinx anything I’ve been doing fairly well these past few weeks.

Of course, this can change in an instant, and I have to be extremely careful, especially due to Covid (Seriously guys if someone coughs on me I might as well get into the coffin now.)

As for why I decided to write this fic? Well, in a way the Hermits helped me live. Helped my parents not have to bury one of their kids. Helped me see my sister start high school. Helped me reach my 21st birthday.

19-21.

Three years down.

Realistically, I know there’s going to be a day I get the results that not only is the cancer back, but that it has spread. I know this. And I also know that when that time comes I will have to accept that and move forward as I can. I may never be as great as Alex, and I don’t want to be, but I want to be like him in that I will accept and try to easily go when it’s my time, knowing that I did all that I could.

In the meantime, I might as well leave something for the small part of the world that I can.

If and when my updates stop, I’ll leave a message for my friend on how to log into my Tumblr so she can at least give you guys some closure.

Take care, and I will see you when I see you, Readers!

Update:

So originally, this was going to be posted on the 13th– clearly, that didn’t happen. I had a minor health setback. Bacteria truly is my greatest enemy. I got sent back to the hospital and then saw my specialist on the 13th and a whole new wave of antibiotics. I’m still in the hospital being monitored, which is kinda like every few hours someone comes in and pokes me so I can never sleep.

Which ya know is fun.

So I got my roommates to bring my laptop under the guise of doing school work but in reality, I just wanted better access to edit because that’s hard to do on my phone.

Anyway, I’ll keep you guys posted. Chapter 2 should be posted within the next week or so health providing. Knock on wood.

#hermitcraft #desert duo #desert duo vigilante au #hermitblr #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #superhero au #archive of our own #grian #cute guy grian #health #wellness #hospital #cancer #awareness #disease

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sphxremint · 8 months

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(man this art is really old but im usin it anyway lol)

☆ Heya heya一it's me, Mint!

I'm the guy that does the funny draws (and music (and sometimes edits)).

Some of you have definitely heard that line way too many times before. Or some of you probably just know me as the Simple Yet Stupid guy. If you haven't seen me before, congratulations! You've successfully met "that guy" (me) for the first time!

This is my tumblr. I reblog stuff I think is neat and post art/music/stuff I like once every [unspecified time frame]. I dipped (sort of) from Twitter (ah, sorry一ECKS [X] as it's called now) like a year or two ago because some guy had too much fun ruining it. Now I'm here more often!

Right, this is an intro post. lemme get on that...

☆ cool things you should know

• I'm 19 (born July 4th, on MINT day. not whatever the hell independence day is. eugh)

• I'm aroace (certain of it now! we out here)

• I'm black (there's like no way to make this funnier it just is what it is)

☆ some other neat stuff

• I draw!

I'm definitely not consistent with it at all, but I'm trying, 'cause it's fun and I like doing it. I may be into a lot of medias too, but I'm mostly an oc artist, and it's a curse I will bear until the end of time

• I make music!

I'm also not very consistent with it, but I'm a bit less open about it... I do it for fun, really; though it's more of a personal thing compared to my art.

• My timezone is CST

...which is about UTC -05:00. if you need to know that. i know we all got varied timezones

• I'm very good at being inconsistent!

(such as basic punctuation and grammar. cause thats important. sometimes i'll actually use apostrophes and sometimes ill just completely forget mid-sentence. lmao)

☆ my 5 core interests

aka. The main things I like! I switch between the 5 of these on a whim. Be ready when it happens.

• Sonic The Hedgehog (he's just THAT GUY, yknow. just a guy who loves adventure. ultimate life forms and whatnot)

• Kirby (i'd forfeit everything for him. #1 blorbo living life)

• FINAL FANTASY (esPECIALLY XIII and XIV. but it's mostly XIV. two lalas ready for Dawntrail WOOO)

• Celeste (#1 game ever. i love everything about it so much, i naturally get my friends to play it. i'm also pretty good at speedrunning. smile)

• and anything osc! (though I'm mostly just in the "surface layer" of whatever the fandom is right now. bfdi, ii, boto, ppt2... funny shows go brrr)

☆ cool and awesome tags

□ #mint.txt = probably some random garbled text i spat out one night

□ #mintdraws = i sure do! and you should go look at it!

□ #mint.png = funny image included (not guaranteed)

□ #mint.mp3 = rarely use this but i still want people to know i make music

□ #mint.ask = because i get those. sometimes art, sometimes stupid funny stuff

□ #simple yet stupid = yeah its for those funny objects i talk about. i put this one here just in case

□ #mint's expoboard = i'm probably talking about one of my ocs

☆ and some extra stuff i guess

□ my sonas and stuff

if you need that

□ my carrd!

go read it cause most of my extra links (and contacts) are already there

□ my toyhou.se

Did you know I have a toyhou.se? because I never shut up about my characters, and sometimes people just need the Repository of Information. well... here it is.

Okay. I'll update this post more as time goes on, but... that's about it. That was probably like a read and a half. oops.

Remember: if you do follow me, you are (unofficially) officially consigning yourself to my presence and any stupidity and/or brainrot that follows.

...if that's cool with you. lmao =ᴗ=)b

(big shoutouts to the old pinned i had. you will forever be missed)

last updated: 01 / 15 / 2024

#i typed this all at like 2am in the morning auugh

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thelittlepingu · 3 months

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⋞ The courage and a detail. }] く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

Splatoon Manga/Coroika x Isekai? Reader

⋞ In the look of it you are.. struggling

19-Jan-2024 <-!!

[{ wooo never thought it's going to be like this!, but what is going to happen? Who knows, then let us seek what we are thriving.. our journey }]

The Nevermore has Spoken: why is it not enough? That a glimpse of light burns down the memory like Ash, and it's not enough.

[{Reader will be called [{Redacted}]/Familiar in this and Will be using They/Them pronounce just for Everyone to enjoy in every Page,this will keep going in the future page}]

<<Chapter 2 [{you here}] <- [{previous chapter}] Chapter 2.5 ->

Training time was over.. and it's about the right time.. The Blue team is probably already meeting the orange team.. probably.. you can't be sure but you can guess this is already chapter 2..

First thing first, Blue team lost to another inkling team, Goggles of course getting beat up by Rider Dynamo and him scolding? Goggles about how he lost to another inkling team but he beat Rider in the first round.. and bla bla bla it goes on, I'm not explaining that.. you already know the story. (You are talking to yourself)

Then the blue team faced again with the S4 which is ^The Army team^, though they didn't think they were going to face the S4 again.. and the list goes on, you wonder if you are late for the Show, you just can't wait to watch the Turf war up close..

. . .

In about a few hours you finally made it, the place is big.. and you are right on time it's not even started yet but there's a bunch of inkling, but hey you right on time you said!! wooh!! Good job yourself!, you then try to look for places to sit...

' Seems That is a good place, a place that is quite quiet, you are able to hear what is going on clearly there. '

Without a word or so you claim That seat.. in about a minute the game is about to start.. you are trying to watch but of course this is like a stadium, a lot of fans is Excited.. you don't blame them it's of course the S4, S4 is famous so yeah.. you are like S4 but not in obsessed type...

You know that they have their boundaries and you have yours too so even if you are well.. fan of them you just don't want to nag them and make them feel unsafe or discomfort

. . .

Ah seems the show is starting..

. . .

" We Are The Army. "

Even in the distance you can still know what he will be saying... Thank god you already read Coroika..

" These Guys have The worst luck... "

. . .

That damn line.. ah.. it seems Rider is sitting Beside you.. oh unfortunate, you wanted to say hi so bad.. but unfortunately too bad you can't, you wanted this line of story to go well you don't want to ruin it with your urge of desperation wanting to having chit and chat with him

' hah.. '

You can only sigh.. but then again the show is already starting, you hear the voice in the speaker.. it's Callie and Marie..

" Alright Let's Get The show on the road! "

" In turf war, who ink more than the opposite team using their Weapon will win! " " We shall be commentating! "

" On This Stage The team who reaches the upper ground first will be at an advantage! "

" The Stage is also a housing complex so there are jellyfish living hire! "

" Ready... GO! "

As it's seen.. the blue team inkling their base first... their practice is good but they are not that good.. it's not good enough in your opinion, they will eventually get splat with orange team weapons.. for now no matter what they do is useless... They have no chance of escape..

Ah... It does Look cool up close, in the Manga and here it's a lot different than you thought.. you shouldn't judge their Game too soon.. Their move.. tactics.. and all of them.. it just seems a little different than the book just the difference is you seeing this in your own eyes...

' huh.. as Cloak says, Orange team depends on their actions on Their Manual which is a lot.. so no matter what you do you are going to be dead meat, but.. if you maybe use something that inkling never uses in battle such as unpredictable move you have a chance to wipe their team.. it's their weakness... One and only. '

" it's not good enough. "

You hear what Rider is saying.. it's really true their straight is not good enough their tactics are not good enough, move and all of their doing..

Fail..

Fail... again..

But Unless if Goggles already goes into the apartment of where the jelly fish living and...

. . .

Ah.. you guessed it too soon..

Seems he is already there.. in the look of it Army is starting to sweat.. they are panicking, trying to look in the manual.. it's useless. There's no thing as Eating curry in the Game..

you stand up taking your leave.. you already know what happened and you don't need to know it..

. . .

It seems that Rider takes notice of you leaving..

. . .

Walking in the Inkpolist.. wasn't the best than you thought.. you are bored too bored.. but to be honest do you ever go turf war.. no you don't, now you have that in mind you wanted to try it

. . .

' The game took place of 4 vs 4 players, each team goal is the same.. whoever ink more win, use your weapon to ink and fight.. '

Hah.. you going to have fun

Standing beside a random player, you are the most excited one.. who wants to try this Turf war more than most of them...

About 5 rounds of playing.. you are exhausted.. but your spirit is on fire.. you wanted to play again but you feet are giving off not wanting to do it because it's too exhausted, your rando Team Compliment you on the game.. of how much you are so strong and fast or having those sick move

You feel like you are going to burst out because The amount of the compliment they gave you, you surely miss this even if it's not a game but in manga but it does still the same as the game.

. . .

It's getting late than you thought.. you should take a sleep...but Wait where are you sleeping, you don't have anywhere to sleep.. a house would be nice.. yeah nice... you just have to find a who Rent House around hire..

Eventually you find one that doesn't charge you too much of cash.. but still it's nice it already has furniture.. but your eyes just seek for bed..

And it's late you should go to sleep and probably sees the Game again tomorrow.. this day The Team Army Loose to the Blue team.. Army a inkling who pride himself huh...

. . .

Wait.

Is he an inkling or an Octoling?? You seem to see his ear round a bit.. he could be an Octoling.. Ah whatever you needed your sleep.

. . .

he is one...

[{ To Be Continued }] く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

<<Chapter 2 [{you here}] <- [{previous chapter}] Chapter 2.5 ->

#splatoon rider #splatoon x reader #splatoon manga #splatoon goggles #splatoon #coroika army #coroika goggles #coroika rider #coroika #x y/n #x you #x reader #gn reader #isekai

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austajunk · 5 days

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Okay this is kinda a odd one but can you do Makoto x Number One? Maybe Number One discovered Makoto is his homunculus, and decided he wanted to see just how accurate of a clone he is, down to the very last detail... Makoto being a bit emotional since it's his original while Number One is simply cold, observant

Idk, it's always so interesting to see Makoto in a non-dominant position ! As for prompt numbers, let's say... 3, 7 and 19? But I'm not really picky, do whatever feels right.

Anyway, have a nice day and thank you!!!

Wooo, this was a really hard challenge to write mostly because we only have so much to go on for Number One's true nature. I hope you liked my interpretation for how he would be if he knew of Makoto's existence (whether he canonly did or didn't, I do not know).

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Mild Orgasm Control, Mild Nipple Play, and Light Bondage

Fic beneath the cut!

The Unified Government couldn't hide their little secret project of producing Homonculi for long from the WDO. Careful and organized as they were, the detectives of the world managed to infiltrate their plot and gather information before they could even be detected by the top handlers of the project. It wasn't long before a file was on the leader, Number One's, desk, staring him ominously in the face.

Even if the WDO could see this ambitious and reckless project coming from a mile away, there was still no way to stop it from proceeding forward. It expanded and grew beyond their control, giving birth to homonculi produced by the best DNA samples the researchers could get.

Number One placed his hands behind his back, towering over the file and picture of his own face staring back at him from his desk. It was a mirror. An eerie, unnatural mirror. Somehow... somewhere... his DNA had been taken. It was valuable to the world. His mind... his development... everything about it...

It was now possessed by them.

Number One brushed his thumb over the copy of his face from the various files. The being was usually in a tank or strapped down to some sort of operating table. Various shots and angles of his body matched everything Number One could fathom about himself. It left him feeling cold and detached, wondering if he was awake in the real world. What had they created? Would there be more?

He scooped the file up into his arms after gazing at the name bestowed on this new experiment. Makoto. Makoto Kagutsuchi. Perhaps they meant to have him transferred for further testing. Before they would do that, Number One had to confirm a few things. He had to know.

Who was this person who looked like him? What did he feel or know? Did he know of him? The real one? Did ge know that he was just a copy... not even that, but a monstrous imitation created in a cold, glass tube?

Number One wanted to know Makoto Kagutsuchi.

He fastened his dark cloak over his shoulders and tucked the files beneath his arm. The world outside contained nothing but a black, overcast night, covering him as he traveled swiftly to the lab where his copy rested.

It was a mirror.

The being rested on the examination table, strapped down but undisturbed. That round and unassuming face, the pale skin, the platinum hair that was Number One's very real hair color... they all belonged to him but were worn and represented on the body of another being. It wasn't human. Even just approaching Makoto as he slept assured Number One of that.

He stared over the creature. His purple locks of hair clung to his cold cheeks from traveling through the light rain outside. Number One hesitated, letting his hand drift over the creature's face, but he still gave in.

Makoto wasn't dressed. It was clear the lab was in the progress of doing some more work on his body, but they had stopped for the day. Number One ran his cool fingers across the bare flesh of Makoto's flat stomach. The homonculus stirred slightly, his lips parting to release a small breath.

Immediately, Number One withdrew his hand and exhaled, almost alarmed at the slightest sign that Makoto was, indeed, real and alive. Makoto shifted but didn't get far due to his limbs being strapped quite down. Watching him, Number One fought the urge to turn away in a brisk fashion to hide his morbid fascination. He could hear the creature blissfully sigh behind him in his sleep. There was a tightness in Number One's chest, one he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried.

"You're real," he breathed to himself. He returned to glancing down at Makoto and his soft features. Their bodies matched so perfectly. His hand glided down Makoto's waist until he was hovering just over his core. Makoto's flaccid cock hung in between his legs, just inches from Number One's fingers.

"Ah..." A light gasp left Number One's lips. He lowered his gaze at the pretty creature... was it wrong to think of his mirror image as desirable? He was utterly mesmerizing. A breathing, living perfect image.

"It's wrong..." He said under his breath. It was wrong for this person to exist. He existed. Wasn't one of him enough for the world? What could Makoto do for everyone else? Why did he exist? An unavoidable heat rose in the pits of his stomach. He inched closer to Makoto's face, brushing the small strands of blond hair from his cheeks.

Sure enough, those violet eyes softly opened and met his gaze. Those were his eyes.

In Makoto's eyes, Number One could see the homonculus wading through the same horrifying mystery that he was enraptured with. Makoto stared at him, his eyes widening with acknowledgment, fear, and hazy disbelief all at once. Number One paused. Surely... he knew what he was, didn't he?

"You..."

Makoto's mouth moved. That small voice left his lips accompanied by a shudder through his lithe body. Number One wanted to cover his lips, to stifle the same voice they both shared. It confused him, made him feel... lesser and stranger at the same time.

"You're the real one..." Makoto said at last. His eyes gained a glossy sheen, almost on the verge of tears at this revelation. "The one I was made after-"

"..." How hollow Number One felt when he couldn't deny it. He was so perfect. Just utterly a flawless copy of everything. With his own innocent features staring back at him, the ball of flames and fury gripped his chest inside of him and could no longer be ignored. His urges became him, taking control of his mind whilst logic simply melted away.

Number One swept over the Homonculus, held his gaze for a moment to instill a sense of domination, and placed his lips over Makoto's own. He gripped Makoto's shoulders and held him in place, possessively taking what his body demanded of him. He let his tongue freely probe between Makoto's lips, fighting past the creature's feeble resistance. He could feel Makoto's jaw clench, his body close off in an attempt to guard itself from what Number One wanted to take. He ignored the homonculus and kissed him deeper, swabbing his tongue. They fought until Makoto nipped at his tongue, and Number One drew back like a rebuffed animal.

He hadn't meant to be particularly ravenous towards the creature, but staring at him filled him with nothing but the need to take control. To assert some sort of proof that he was Number One! That he was the real one. This burst of emotions wasn't like him at all...

"Why did you do that?" Makoto's uneven voice broke the silence between them. It was a lighter voice than his own, not weighed down by the hundreds of detective cases that Number One had been through. There was something more innocent within his voice, something that seemed so much more playful and carefree. Even when it was scared and confused. "Why are you here?"

His eyes narrowed to the bindings around his wrists and ankles. Patches of redness swelled at the areas where was bound. Undoubtedly, he often busied himself with tugging around when he was being "worked on".

"I... I can't believe it's really you. I always thought that I wanted to see you... that I would feel something a connection," said Makoto. It was like he was searching for the right words to reach someone on the other side of the world from him. The desperation in his face... it pulled Number One closer to him. "I just wanted to know you and see if I could understand why I was born...like this..."

He trailed off wearily as Number One approached him again. The human swept his fingers across Makoto's pale hand, touching briefly upon the red sores and wounds at his wrist.

"I..." Number One hung his head. "I won't be able to give you that. I'm sorry. I'm only here to observe you and understand what you're capable of..."

Makoto stiffened, a shudder breaking through his imprisoned body. "What will you-?"

Number One cut him off by sliding his thumb over one of his bare nipples, earning him a small groan from his specimen. "Do you feel this, hm? Your body and mine... I wonder if we both like the same things..." He busied himself by lowering to Makoto's chest and taking the other nipple between his lips.

A compulsion to stimulate his other self took over his mind's trajectory. He wanted the homonculus to experience pleasure and pain through him: his true self. He swirled his tongue diligently around Makoto's nipples, using his right hand to massage and pluck the other one. His clothed chest smothered Makoto, making sure he knew that he couldn't escape. Rapidly and lightly, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub until Makoto was squealing and twitching. His nipples hardened into sweet, little cherries between Number One's lips and the human made sure to take his time in drawing him out. He kissed his chest, occasionally lingering to appreciate Makoto's warmth or his strangely earthy scent. There was something almost natural and organic about the creature beneath his body.

Dipping back down over and over again to partake in Makoto's body, Number One found he couldn't get enough. He suckled greedily upon his chest until the homonculus winced and cried out for him. He didn't know Number One's name, letting the detective savor his confusion and anxiety like a predator. This creature was untouched and new to the world. Fresh to be introduced to pleasure and watched and studied for it. It was captivating to watch him tremble and react just like he did when he was touched.

And he did.

Makoto whimpered. He bucked and pulled against the bindings, letting them dig deeper into his sore flesh as long as it meant that he could experience more. His body had to react to Number One's movements. Like the mirror that he was, he followed his original self, looking to mimic him. His lips curled into a pleasured sigh, panting out incoherent phrases. Number One couldn't get tired of hearing his own voice moan back to him.

He sank lower, kissing down his stomach until his nose nuzzled against the small patch of blonde pubes on the homonculus. He pressed a small kiss against his waist, watching Makoto curl against the straps binding him to the table.

"Please... I want more," Makoto quickly told him. Desperation and lust etched into his facial features, his gaze led Number One down to the hard cock between his legs.

"I'm sorry," said Number One coldly. His hand traced Makoto's generous length. His cock was a pleasant handful for a brand new creation, but Number One wasn't curious for Makoto's pleasure. "This isn't about you. I only want to know you for myself."

Watching Makoto sour and swallow, he pulled away from his cock. Instead, Number One found the switch in the table to loosen the bindings around Makoto's legs. Gently, he guided Makoto's limbs over his shoulders and unzipped his pants.

"I want to know..." He said in a hot breath, tugging his cock out from his trousers. "What do you feel like on the inside?"

Makoto blinked, a bead of sweat trailing down his chest. "You want to...feel me there? Ah..." His pale cheeks darkened with specs of pink, a knowing quiver of anticipation running through his body. His erection wouldn't fade.

Number One nodded, a light smirk tugging upon his lips. He placed himself at Makoto's tight entrance. The idea to lubricate his other self crossed his mind, but rather... he wanted to make his mark on the homonculus, to enjoy him open and raw. It would be painful for the both of them, and he preferred it that way. The homonculus, on the other hand, trembled no matter what he did. Everything was new to him.

"Don't come until I say so... until you truly feel it," said Number One, brushing Makoto's erection with the side of his palm. He gave his girth a squeeze until his captive let out a small squeal of obedience, and then, he let go.

His cock sized up Makoto's entrance, rubbing himself until he realized how hard and ready Number One was to experience him.

"I...I want it," pleaded Makoto, trying to rise against the bindings. He couldn't. There was no hope for him. But he ached for this beautiful thing called touch. No matter how selfish his original self was in indulging himself, the homonculus was drowning in every new experience after the other. Pain. Pleasure. It was exhilarating. "Please put it inside me...!!!"

Number One obliged. The first two inches slid inside. The wails that came after told him that Makoto was coming close to his first brush with true pain. The sense of loss that he gained from something being taken as Number One split his ass apart.

"Relax," he ordered Makoto. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" The entire world could crashing in on them in an instant, but Number One found he didn't care. He was so close to knowing... to truly seeing how much this mirror really reflected him.

Makoto winced, his face curling in distress. Number One found that his walls contracted around him, trying to stretch to accommodate his length. "It hurts..." He noted to himself as though Number One wasn't there. "I feel so full, so warm... like something...ngh... is melting within me..."

His vision fuzzed, lowering back to the table. Number One secured his legs on his shoulders and drove into him harder to increase those anxious, needy moans. He wouldn't slow down. He wouldn't give Makoto the option to breathe in between his thrusts. Speeding up, their hips clapped together in an ecstatic meeting, sending the heat to each other mutually until they both grunted with a reckless abandon.

"Fuck..." Number One groaned. If this person was a creature to him, then what was he? He just didn't know anymore. With each slam inside of Makoto, he lost himself more and more. No. He wanted to be lost in this rapture...

When he opened his eyes, Makoto was against the table, writhing with his chest caked in sweat. His cock drooled from a sweet, unhinged orgasm. His first orgasm. On instinct, Makoto melted back in the glow as his cock spurted a healthy rope on his torso as Number One drove inside him to the hilt.

"You c-came...hn..." It wasn't as how Number One had pictured it. He thought he had the control but perhaps Makoto Kagutsuchi was full of surprises.

Still, he had reached his limit as well. Buried balls deep into the homonculus, Number One bucked and expelled his thick line of warm seed in Makoto's ass. He bucked again, wanting to go deeper and deeper to spread more of himself inside this being until he simply couldn't. He groaned, slipping out of Makoto's ass with a soft pop, his cum leaking between his cheeks as he did so.

The sweet haze of his climax had him resting against the homonculus. With his ear placed against Makoto's chest, he could hear each soft beat. He felt his breaths, gentle and evening out ever so slightly. Their warm bodies mingled together like two pieces of a puzzle that fit just so perfectly. Number One wanted to lie on Makoto and watch him as much as he could. He wanted to take in his unassuming features, the quiver of his body whenever he was touched or caressed.

But the world was coming back to him faster now that his release had left him. He glanced down at the thing he had just desecrated, the creation he had wanted to assert himself over. Why... Why had he done this?

Quickly, he threw himself off of Makoto and adjusted his pants and cloak. Makoto tried to raise himself up, but once again, he was held in place by those straps. The cry in his throat almost caught Number One off guard, making him want to stop and look back to him.

"Wait! Don't leave me here! I don't want to be this!" Makoto tried to call out to his other self. His eyes teared up as his fists curled into his palms. "I can't be here forever! I don't want to be just a thing made after you!!"

This time, there was a note of rage in his voice. It was unmistakable to Number One. But he refused to turn back to the captive. No. He was never here. He couldn't listen. Makoto Kagutsuchi existed and he would continue to exist... but he couldn't soil that existence any further...

Homonculi shouldn't be meant for this. These feeling, living, and breathing things shouldn't be meant for some sick, government science experiment.

No matter how much Makoto called for him, Number One refused to turn back to him. What would happen if he did? If he went to Makoto's side and released him out into the world to live his life? Would he have a life? Would the government find him and return him to where he was? Would he be the source of misery for hundreds of thousands of civilians across the world?

Why did Makoto Kagutsuchi exist?

Number One ignored the last shriek Makoto made for him to come back and help him, disappearing through the lab door and back out in the night. His face was contorted through shame and agony, his body still washing away the warmth he had shared with his other self...

"I hope you disappear one day, Makoto... I hope no one ever finds you..."

But that was foolish thinking. Makoto existed. More were to come from this. Number One gritted his teeth as the cold, night air greeted him.

Why did they have to exist?

#mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #number one #kokotsuchi #makoyuma #nsft prompts #thanks for the ask!#mannnnn this felt like writing a fic for Number One from Kids Next Door lol #but also it was very angsty to write #writing prompts

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Liveblog-ish Dimension 20 S1 Ep14 & 15

(time stamp of slightly after what im talking about) my thoughts/questions/reactions. just so its easier for you to read/know what im talking about

ep 14 (5:30) YEAAAAAA GORGUG W THE NAT 20 CHA SAVE!!!!!! LETS GOOOOO!!!!!

(15:50) yooooo fig has dimension door?!?!? :DDDDD

(1:03:33) im so proud of riz, good job my guy on overloading the downloding thingy

(1:19:38) OH MY GOD GORGUG TAKES 48 DAMAGE BUT HE’S STILL UP!!!!!! WOOO!!!

(1:26:17) oh thank god riz is safe (or… well… his palimpsest is no longer in the machine). i feel bad for zelda and the rest of the girls :,(

(1:28:50) OH MY FUCKING GOD FABIAN ROLLED A NAT 20!!!!! HE DID IT!!!!!! MEETS IT BEATS IT AND HE MET THE OTHER ROLL!!!!!

(1:31:01) fig, ily, but please dont kill biz. you might need him to get riz free, and possibly the other trapped kids too

(1:39:22) ajdhjd biz: “im cool too” adaine: *doubt*

(1:40:27) ohhhhh shit. all there families are threatened. i mean, adaine’s family, i don’t particularly care about, but everyone else!

ep 15 (12:36) ohhhhhh shit theyre under arrest for killing a bunch of people. i was wondering when this was going to bite them in the ass but like,,, why now??? why couldnt it have been after they solved this mystery and saved everyone?

(25:16) AKSHDJBDJD THE PRINCIPAL SAID TO KILL WHOEVER THEY NEED TO KILL TO GET OUT. OH MY GOD DAMN

(28:39) oh man i feel so bad for fig 🥺

(33:25) oh no why does bill seacaster have a palimpsest???? please tell me this is just a coincidence and hes not actually a bad guy

(35:00) …ok that does not feel good. like, bill might not actually abuse fabian, but that feels like its toeing the line at the minimum. like oh my god dont fucking shove your son!!!

(43:40) ohhhhhh my god those cops are SO incompetent

(47:15) omg they’re missing prom!

(48:30) oh my god those fucking halflings /pos

(58:30) ohhhhhh shit. kalvaxis cant touch that book and the only reason why adaine removed the book was bc aelwyn told her to

(1:00:30) oh my god is adaine the next elven oracle?!?!?!

(1:06:00) ok ill be honest, ive seen the clips of the finale(?) so i was just waiting for them to notice something was off about goldenhoard, sorry, goldenrod

(1:13:50) NOOO THEIR FAMILIES!!!! well ok i dont care about adaine’s family, bUT EVERYONE ELSES!!!!

(1:25:30) oh kristen 🥺 she saved adaine’s family

(1:32:50) oh thank god gilear is ok!

(1:33:50) AJDHSJDJ “do you want to go to prom with me mom?” “kiddo i was so afraid you would ask”

(1:36:35) oh my god gorgug’s parents 🥺😭🧡

(1:49:01) oh no brennan why’d you have killed off one of the parents?!?!?! 😭

(1:52:30) that was a really cool way for him to die but bill dying makes me so sad :,(

#dimension 20 #d20 liveblog #d20 fantasy high #d20 fhfy #my post

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palfriendpatine66 · 10 months

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I’m SO excited about these!!!

2, 3, 7, 13, 19!!! I know that’s a lot so feel free to ignore some if you so choose 💙

Find the unhinged Star Wars asks here!

WOOO HERE WE GO! Prepare yourself (I had these scheduled to post later but I realized I’d answered all the wrong numbers so I corrected them and am just posting them now sorry for spamming your dash everyone)

2. Padme outfit to be my signature look

The pilot outfit is basically my real life signature look, the Naboo nightgown is what my ideal would be. Soft, understated, beautiful but simple and not ornate or all done up.

3. Medichlorians are parasitic worms. Anakin has so many because the warm sands of Tatooine are an ideal breeding environment

7. Dumbest Star Wars moment: in The Clone Wars when they sent non aquatic species of Jedi to Mon Cala for the dispute between the Mon Calamari and the Quarren. I *get* they they were probably tying to maintain neutrality but they had several other Jedi to choose from who could, you know, breathe underwater without air tanks and helmets. Can you imagine if an equipment malfunction caused the death of The Chosen One? When Kit Fisto was Right There? Ok so he went because Padme went (duh). Maybe sending a human senator was also pretty dumb.

13. So I can also remember being 6 or 7 watching the special edition VHS and between Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi I was so confused by Lando. I could not for the life of me figure out if he was a good guy or a bad guy. Quite honestly it took me years to work it out because little me couldn’t understand handing over a friend, and being mad at him for it, but then working together against a common enemy. There was a lot I got and a lot I missed at that age.

19. Ok the reason I asked this is it comes up from time to time in fics and I’m always like - is it just me that thinks this is a bad idea? It doesn’t seem like a good time. They have like, knobs and switches and ridges that would not be in a good way. And I said this the other time I was asked, but maybe I’m totally off on the size and especially girth but I’m not imagining this to be a comfort fit if you will

#slightly unhinged star wars ask game #star wars ask game #star wars #ask game #ask me anything

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mitamicah · 10 months

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I saw your reblog with the asking game, so I'm dropping three in as well. Sorry if I do it in the wrong way, I'm pretty new to this stuff. Sunset, plush and watermelon

You're doing great 🤗

(Also I guess I made it a thing now that all of you get a Jere/Käärijä gif x'D)

Sunset - what are your pronouns? - I use they and he pronouns ^V^ that is the short answer anyways x'D

Plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own? - wooo boy I haven't counted :'D *goes of and count* I counted 18-19 but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them are hiding somewhere x'D

Watermelon - do films make you cry? - Yep they do :'D although I haven't been watching that many movies recently so the one I recall crying to the last was probably either the Sea Beast or Onward x'D

Thank you for the questions 🤗💚

#to give you a more exciting reply for watermelon I decided to share what movies made me cry last time #since I'd technically already answered this question so now you get a bit more :3 #also I am both surprised that I did have this many and also didn't have more plushies x'D #replies

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boo-moved · 7 months

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OUGH okay tav questions !!! 12, 17, 19, 21, 22 NO NEED TO ANSWER ALL OFTHEM IM JUST CURIOUSES

I WILL ANSWER ALL THESE YOU KIDDIN ME SDKLJFGHSKJDF

THANK YOUUUUUU

12. How does your Tav feel about Us? Did they free them, maim them or leave them behind?

They thought Us was a hallucination at first ngl, and freed them because they could. Then they met them again under Moonrise and was literally so hyped, they keep them like a cat now, much to everyone else’s chagrin.

17. Does your Tav’s starting armor reflect them? If not, what would they wear instead?

*Haarleps hahaha no instert here* Komi was taking a break from their shift at Sharess Caress', they would not be wearing that green atrocity. It'd be something loose with exposure to the chest, something like Minthara's pjs, but flowy and made of like a silky fabric. With like a harness beneath it ofc ofc. (Followed by companion reactions, Gale was a little unnerved.)

19. What’s your Tav’s personality like at the start of the game? Does it change as the game goes on?

Komi is and was emo af, but very much so softening and more trusting as time went on. At first they were almost never speaking, kinda going off on their own, forgetting they had people follow him around like ducklings. Also very heavily spaced out. But at the end he was more... there, soft smiles and big eyes.

21. Which companion do you get first? If you get Shadowheart first no matter what, who’s the second one?

Gale usually, I just like him, but lore wise Komi can kinda feel the magic tugging at them.

22. What is your Tav’s first impression of the other companions (Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Wyll …)

WOOO OKAY BIG ONE

So Lae'zel, they liked her, they kinda let her do what she wanted on the ship because they were still getting their bearings and what not, trying to find a time to slip away and explore. They also pressed a lot of buttons and getting Shart out was a complete accident (They were curious if it would gloop her.) After that, freeing her from the cage was an obvious choice to them, she had big sword and can fight good. They got along like a flame and oil, burning the other brighter.

Shart... They didn't mention the fact getting her out was an accident and kinda wanted to see if she would go gloopy. They were curious about the artifact but gave no shits otherwise. They acknowledged her cageyness, and saw a bit of themselves in it so they just shrugged and didn't ask.

GALE oh... oh Komi hated Gale. They didn't remember a lot (blame the concussion), but they do remember the feeling of a wizard, a tower, silence, hate. He recoiled as soon as Gale landed at their feet, body going into overdrive, breathing coming in quick bursts and magic tingling in their fingertips, ready to extinguish whomever it may be. It took Gale a few moments to realize this, he immediately jumped into warnings about not killing him, and tried to prove he meant no harm. safe to say Shadowheart was confused, trusting the drow's instinct. Eventually they put away their hatred and let him tag along, knowing a wizard may be useful, and it would be cruel to leave someone behind with a tadpole in their heads. (Also Gale promised to make the group food and they liked that idea.)

Astarion... this was interesting, because the two had met, but once again neither remembered. They knew he was about to try something and tried to fire off a cantrip, which led to the two on the ground tussling. Astarion had the upper hand with his body ass limbs and blade already out, ready to slice their throat while trying to question them. Komi then flipped the situation and pinned the vampire, eventually the two came to an understanding and started to travel together. Komi liked Astarion, liked his survival instincts.

WYLLLLLLL, so these two met when they were kids at the beach down by the lower city. Komi showed off some magic tricks and Wyll was enthralled. They didn't see one another again after that, and neither remembered the other. So this led to when they re-met, Komi immediately liked the man. His flair for the dramatic and treatment of others, they were curious about the whole being a warlock thing though, not wanting to push.

Karlach... They liked her heat, her energy, her lust for life. He understands well the need for getting that anger out and that sheer scream for freedom. They saw a kindred spirit in her, one that wasn't beaten down by her situation. They liked her.

Halsin - "Where'd the bear go." They kinda had an intrigue in him, liking his voice and everything. Beyond that, it was kinda spacey until they heard his story.

Jaheira was fun, they didn't like the vines, gave them a rash and made their scales itch. She was fun though, and full of life.

Minsc... Komi liked Boo a lot, Minsc came with it.

#asks #Komi

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