#half conscious writing this

[fafrogke]

Inspired by THISSSS post that made a lot of sense and made my brain shake so hard it melted, i wanted to try to assign my angel's favorites so i put them together!

thinking that Ren could make friends with pokemon... one can just dream.,.. they're a menace

#14 days with you #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #14dwy oc #me mad bc there was not space for me to write <- my brother in christ you made the space??? half cooked its ok #in all honesty i don't know much about these little guys i just did research bc i was curious and it sounds fun and friendship yyeeyy #hope nobody minds the disproportion of heights or tries to make sense of the weights my mind it's already beating itself with that #WHY ARE THE LITTLE GUYS SO BIG AND HEAVY i mean it makes sense but #i just wanted to draw and my brain got fried thinking about making sense of the compositions with the data i was searching #and i just got tired thinking about 4 and i wanted to do moreee aaughhf #like Vi's pokemon having a theme of elegance and whimsy with strenght or Leon with themes of strenght to protect and keeping #an eye on what they care for and taking pride on it and Moth with their cool bugcore team and Elanor chilling with company #im getting too conscious the rush of finishing this is dissipating just post it just do it you ca #okback to my enclosure 🍖 #i waited 2 days bc i got scared hiii goodnighhhtt

[helenapologist]

the fact that Cesare is Worthi’s favourite bigtop character makes me happy. its nice to know cesare is loved

#bigtop burger #btb #worthikids #web series #btb cesare #big top burger #i was half conscious while writing this

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Dess from the Deltarune comic Looking Glasses by @ferronickel, I loved her design at first sight so here's the promised fanart; check out the original comic! It's very much worth the read :D

#ouch brain hurt I'm adding fire to the list of things I don't like to draw #i was a bit more conscious about lighting because of the fire though so that was nice #i think compared to the last time i did something on this scale #i've gotten way less shy about including shadow and light #in that ralsei drawing my shadows were almost too subtle and while it's not perfect here #i think it's a good step :D #this also only took me three days of scattered work #as opposed to two and a half weeks #so i'm starting to learn how to approach these #deltarune #december holiday #dess holiday #the first week in three months where i *don't* have to write an essay and i turn into a crab and hide in my room drawing like it's my cave #feels nice to post something other than a doodle or sketch #haha i almost forgot to add here that i completely forgot to give her teeth #literally the last thing i did before i exported this was give her two white lines for monchers #its such a small area of the picture but apparently it does wonders for not making the character look terrifying

[skunkes]

unsure how to word this but there is something about having ocs with unsavory events happening in their past where it's like. talking about it, even when asked, seems almost gratuitous and inappropriate. and i'd much rather describe it through the oc themself and/or draw Them saying it. which is like. fitting for the subject matter? like of course its weird to talk about somebody else's business...!

and falls back into humanizing em/exploratory writing and development where u consider the impact of words said/words unsaid/HOW those words are said etc etc

#because not all real persons would give u every detail of their trauma obviously #which makes sense but im an overexplainer but also it feels inappropriate to overexplain when it comes to dis #i hope that makes sense #talkys #i once described what went down with al as just directly as possible and it still felt weird. ykwim?? idk why. #well i do know why! i dont want it to seem gratuitous or like That Cheap Writing Element. fine line #same with talon so he'll just keep implying it thru text + dialogue which is how it should be ! #the only difference is i think with al i wrote it like he would've said it bc he has more access to that side of himself #and is aware of how it affected him #whereas characterwise talon absolutely would just speak in riddles about and around it #i don't even think he's conscious about the direct effects of it #(but i wouldnt know bc he hasn't made that known to me in my brain) #people respond differently to different things and all that #also im so sorry if half the shit ive said recently is so like. Well Duh. i havent made a new oc in a decade gimme a break LOL #also i realize the. irony? of me even vaguely talking about it in the way i did but 1. i think that's also realistic when you #dont want to do a whole deep dive on someone else's business and 2. people are becoming #curious about my oc(s) and im just thinking about well; significant events and how to handle not speaking about em #FOR them. <- weirdly #idk. they're real to me. #its just so much more interesting to leave it up to them! people can lie people can downplay

[fictive-culture-hub]

How to tell the difference between really liking a character, and a fictive?

My best advice is to keep an eye out for signs that this character is autonomous. Some signs from our personal experiences are:

Reaching out to said character and getting some kind of response, even if it's faint (this does not have to be a straight forward 'yes' or even a verbal response)

Having thoughts or feelings that don't belong to anyone else in your system/collective. (This can be kind of hard to figure out, but usually when we have random feelings that no one can account for it ends up being someone new.)

Sometimes having a really strong reaction to a headcannon of a character (or feeling strongly about a hc of ur own) can indicate the presence of a fictive

If you have a gut feeling, or if you're really convinced that this character is in fact a fictive, then it might be true. Gut feelings aren't always right, but if they're paired with other signs/clues then maybe don't disregard them completely

If anyone has any other tips feel free to add them. We're kinda out of it this week so this is the best that I can do for you. Hope this can be of some use to ya, anon 👍 - Makoto

#mail #mod makoto #I'm half conscious writing this lol

[viric-dreams]

Trying to sleep whilst simultaneously letting some potential lore scenes for future writing/art run in the back of my mind produces some truly unsettling results.

Under no circumstances would Roberts be court martialed for treason. Officer Beverley seems to understand this, but his logic is entirely backwards. Framed by the glow of the fireplace, Beverley leans back against the sole chair in his spartan lodgings and explains what he’s so sure is going to happen. If Roberts does not comply he intends to go to the London admiralty, to let them in on his missing time, the new player making waves in Anarchist circles, the lies at the foundation of his very existence. He seems to think that the Dark-Spectacled Admiral has the power to land him in political scandal.

His letters will never reach the Admiral. Roberts knows this with the same certainty that he knows the Dawn Machine burns in the Southwest. Beverley’s contact is the Voracious Diplomat. He’s trying to be cagey about it, but Roberts has seen the letterhead, shoved quickly into a drawer whenever they need the space on the desk to work. And the Diplomat would never let such a tidbit go to the Admiral, not when it’s worth so much more on Grand Geode.

Roberts was there for the Luminous Plot of ‘69. In fact, he had been the one to ensure that its perpetrators would never find a way to return from the slow boat, no trial, sham or otherwise. As he and the Commodore stood against the gunwhale and watched their cement-laden bodies sink into the Zee, the Commodore turned to him.

“You wouldn’t betray me, would you, Elias?”

The expression on his face is clouded, as if already playing through and wounded by the possibility in his mind. It feels like being thrown into ice water.

“Of course not, sir!”

The very idea is appalling. Surely the Commodore doesn’t truly believe it’s in the realm of the possible—not when the very idea makes his skin prickle. He’s the Commodore’s man, through and through, dedicated to both him and the Work.

The Commodore smiles, his golden eyes suddenly kind.

“I thought not. You wouldn’t do such a thing,” his hand reaches out to pat his shoulder, “Not from my most loyal midshipman.”

He can’t help but flush at the praise. Hopefully, the deck’s dim lighting covers it. But it hardly matters, for the Commodore turns away, gazing into the waves where they’d thrown the traitors not minutes ago. Roberts thinks the conversation is at its end when the Commodore starts again, eyes never leaving that fixed point on the Zee’s surface.

“If you did betray me, of course, I wouldn’t kill and feed you to the dawn flukes. That would be too easy of an end. Instead, I’d weld you into our smallest zub and ship you to Anthe. Who knows,” he shrugs, “you might just even have enough supplies to make it.”

He can’t breathe, his lungs are frozen in his chest. The image is all too real—trapped in that metal coffin, hardly able to move. Through the icy panic, all he can feel is the frantic hammering of his heart and the sharp twinge of the muscle of his left thigh, where the scarred skin puckers above it. The Commodore wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. Right? He has to take a breath. He needs to respond. It’s been too long. His silence might be taken for suspicious.

“There’s no need for that, I assure you.” The words come out whole, though his voice is frailer than he’d like. The Commodore is studying him now. Roberts isn’t sure whether or not he can meet his gaze, what the Commodore might see on his face. After a moment the Commodore nods.

“I didn’t think so. But you never know.” With that, his mouth slides into a grin, demeanour changing like night and day. “We’d best get back soon. There’s work to be done back on base. I’ll alert the navigator.”

Roberts sees the hand coming soon enough to not flinch when it lands on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring shake, before the Commodore is off, already descending the ladder.

He takes a deep breath and steadies himself, chasing the claustrophobic phantasm from his mind. The Commodore is right—there’s work to be done.

Truth be told, he’s not entirely paying attention to the details of Beverley’s demands. He doesn’t have to, when he already knows he’ll agree to whatever he says. It’s clear as dawnlight what he must do. The Officer seems almost surprised by how easily Roberts acquiesces, but that surprise soon turns to barely-concealed delight as the scientific possibilities unfold before him. He’s already turned away from Roberts and back to the schematics, searching for a pen to record the newest thoughts.

It’s truly a shame, Roberts thinks, hand reaching behind him for the fireplace poker, to have to lose such a promising engineer. But treachery is something that the New Sequence cannot tolerate.

Beverley doesn’t even see it coming until the instant he brings the iron poker down across his skull.

#roberts/nite #ok I guess we’re writing now #happy half three writing fugue #I remembered again that Roberts’ first death was inside a crumpled ship during the fall #and that he has crippling claustrophobia #and this went from #‘how does he deal with a colleague who wants him to test the new mini zub’ #without admitting how badly he does in small spaces #to ‘what’s the worst thing that could possibly happen to him if he’s revealed to be an anarchist’ #and then remembered the convo about Beverley’s blackmail attempt #I hope this is coherent when the sun comes up #that is unfortunately a recurring issue with me and words at this hour #though the early hours of the morning are far worse #if you ever get a message from me before 11am I am so sorry #I need to be conscious for… a while before the language receptors catch up #my writing

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

my brain: I’m so afraid to write this book what if I mess it up

my brain also: what if I didn’t give a fuck

#trying to remember that doing something badly literallllly doesn’t matter LMAO #writing only I will see??? SO WHAT if it turns out not the way I want #this isn’t about BB btw #this is sooo about HWT the book I’ve been meaning to write for 4 years #just don’t care!!!!! so what!!!! #this is one of those half conscious thoughts that changed my life #first one was ‘you don’t ever have to write for anyone ever again’

[dailyeca]

INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — A rosebud, more stem than petal. A teacup, with a steeping sachet of lavender. It will take time. But they will wait for each other.

portrait on its lonesome (disco elysium style is so. difficult hkjh i blend colors too much and am too cautious about palettes to be able to pull it off, does not help im a warm colored art kinda guy)

Dialogue: AUTHORITY — Don't let this perp get the last word! Who does he think he is, talking to you like that? RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] — Who *do* you think he is? PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] — Someone with a permanent frown. LOGIC [Easy: Success] — Someone who's a criminal. CONCEPTUALIZATION [Formidable: Success] — Someone who's an artist. HALF-LIGHT [Medium: Success] — Someone with two brass knuckles and the know-how to use them. ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Hard: Failure] — Someone who doesn't seem a lotta fun to be around! VOLITION [Heroic: Success] — …Someone who fell through the cracks. SHIVERS [Godly: Success] — Some 20-odd years ago, a kindergarten runaway is herded into the metal belly of packed public transport and emerges reborn in a new city, baptized and spitting up the holy water in the wake of an identity you could barely say was remade as much as it was, simply, made. SHIVERS — He drowns again at age 7, at age 14, and every year thereafter, water filthier and colder every time, treading without a shore in sight. Even as his limbs grow leaden, come hell or high water, he maintains that stepping foot on land after so long will doom him. INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — He doesn't even know who he is anymore; he just feigns indifference. He is a ladybeetle inversed - in the same way there are dots of yin and yang. Stiff belief that there will always be bad in the good. Living proof that there is good in the bad. He will never shed the former, nor acknowledge the latter. EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — Not now, at least. Not with you, and not without time.

#eca orichird #daily eca #worked HARD on this; LOVED writing for this hajksh skills my best friend skills!! <33 wish i could have include more actually hkjh #DRAMA - SIRE HE BEARS FALSE WITNESS REGULARLY! TO HIS OWN PERSON AS WELL!! #ESPRIT DE CORPS - The lieutenant takes note of the guy's stance. A single pad of his finger makes cold contact with the gun at his side. #PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - oh yeah this guy's scrawny but he's no fucking pansy. you see that scowl? bet /he/ hasn't cried for years. unlike you #ENCYCLOPEDIA - Repression in psychoanalytic theory is the exclusion of distressing memories thoughts from the conscious mind. Often involvi #and for the skills already there: half-light - YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM FIRST!! BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!!! #very difficult perception check shows you his ladybug necklace. shivers tells you about how little Eca got it in the library. #lmao anyway; i made a spelling mistake but was too lazy to edit it bc i already saved it as png lmao. not changing that!! #the background of eca's portrait! on the left you can see a blotch of white on red with a line streaking down. that's the library window :> #on the right is a ladybug hkjh <33 i struggle with even abstract backgrounds so a lot of it is just messing around <33 #took me several tries to paint this and even now i dont think i like it very much but thats okay. painting is hard hkjh #anyway DEEP in the disco elly brainrot. had dreams about it last night hkjgh thats all i think <3

[oreolesbian]

thinking about the literal bridal carry rescue meet cute of lukelando again 🤧🙏🏼🤭

#they’re so much to me ahhhhhhhh #lukelando #just cackling imagining a half conscious luke asking lando if he’s an angel after he’s rescued #(yes a la phantom menace) #luke skywalker #lando calrissian #luke has a thing for older moustached men we know this #wait lowkey i want to write a oneshot of this from two povs 👀 #maybe i will #sw #skyrissian

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

rotating some kind of. combination au version of that old thing where arceus/the lake trio do some back alley organ theft on ingo to make him better suited to the Task they're giving him. combined with a lake guardian akari au. combined with a tao trio champion ingo.

the basic thought is that ingo isn't exactly the protagonist, but rather, he was meant to be the new lake guardian's teacher. since humans are adept at dealing with their own spirit, the lake guardian should learn from them to not pull a repeat of giratina's falling apart. and ingo's ideal for this task, as a champion of zekrom/reshiram, one of the most human-spirit-centric deities around. so he was taken and dumped in the galaxy team to basically await the protagonist's imminent arrival.

#the nemesis speaks #pokefic pitch #this is lowkey incomprehensible if you don't know about these other ideas that i'm mashing up here but WHATEVER #it's also kind of a very fucked up au #especially since. i think akari herself was compelled to do the whole metaphysical operation #newly born half conscious but still aware that she's doing something she doesn't Want to be doing #and this person is suffering bc of it #but she still can't stop #also possibly arceus took his heart out For akari. to give her some kind of human base that isn't just divinity #or just some of his blood or something. idk. #like i said. #resigning myself to probably not writing this whole thing down so you just get the sparknotes

[spikybanana]

the one where James’ ridiculous faith & trust in others saves them rather than kills them. [jegulily]

cw: injury, very near death experience/appearance

Hearing the chaos from downstairs, Lily rushes down into the living room, wand tight in her hand. And there's James, hunching over the one figure she'd been trying to kill from her head. Regulus. Barely recognisable, the way he’s drenched through, clothes and skin torn to shreds and dyed an eerie green hue of death. Letting out involuntary whimpers, wreathing weakly. Reeking of the chalky tepidness of still waters.

After all this time, Lily thinks, after all the spilled tears and fears and god don’t let him be among who we’re fighting this time, Regulus is on her carpet, gasping and chocking on air. And James is fumbling, terrifiedly trying to collect Regulus into his arms.

“What's going on.” She says, hand shaking around her wand pointing straight at Regulus’ chest. “Give me one good reason to trust this death eater in the same house as my son.”

“Lily, please—”

“You have three seconds to tell me why I shouldn't kill him.”

“Because he'd be dead!” 

Lily has never seen panic on him like that before, and all composure leaves her body. “And why would we care! We don’t know what he’s chosen to get himself into— what he’s become— or who’s on his tail—” 

“Lily, just, just help me look at him.” James sounds as scared as she is angry, and it didn’t help, it didn’t help to keep the panic at bay with anger but one of them has to think— “Lily, stop, please, just— he’s dying— he can’t— will you—”

But Lily is already doing it. With every glance down, diagnoses are forcing their way into her brain. Poison. Not irreversible. Swallowing a sob, she drops herself down by Regulus opposite James. 

Lily could think of a thousand reasons why they absolutely shouldn’t. But— but. This is for Regulus. This is for James. 

“Get the healing pack, James. You know where it is.”

#jegulily #lily evans #james potter #regulus black #marauders #marauders era #first war era #my writing #microfic #cw: injury #cw: potential death #james x regulus x lily #jily #regulily #jegulus #I um need to stop writing when half-conscious lol

[toxiccaves]

I didn't know what you meant exactly by airbrush drawings but the next time you offer to do some I'll definitely ask for one. They look sick!!

ahh tysm! I'm glad they had a good reception since theyre so fun n quick to do (provided im not doing a bg tho lol) I was thinkin of offerin it as a commission option if i open those again (since im currently jorbless.. been considerin 'em!) but i might take requests if i stream this weekend!

#asks #tbh i was gettin worried i was getting annoying with them.. self conscious of my art baybee!! #even if i tone it down for another style i may try out similar chalky brushes tho. love me some grain #as for streamin tho #i do have an interview friday so idk if thatll take up my energy or if it goes well and they put me on a shift the next day eatin up my tim #e. can never tell with some places #or i might just get stream shy and bail lol also an option. we shall see... #why do i write half the answer in the tags and not just in the ask

[crybaby-bkg]

I missing writing poly bkdk :((((

#I had one of those like #half dreams about them #where you’re kinda conscious but also kinda not #and it was sooooo hot #I wanna write for them again but idk if I should connect it #to my series on ao3 #I kinda don’t want to bc the dynamics are a little different #and also my writing has changed so much from the last time I updated that series lol #idk I might I just have so much trouble writing lately and it sucks #—in store chit chat! 🍫

[kaladinkholins]

hi, it's me. the fic writer that uses culturally-specific idioms in a very different cultural time setting and keeps confusing words like reign and rein. this is my story.

#kkglinka if you see this i salute your willpower for still being supportive even tho i KNOWWW it must get on your nerves LMFAO #the idioms thing tho i am conscious of it probably half the time but i'm like whatever cuz 1. it's fanfic & 2. prose & character voice >>>> #also if the characters are not speaking english but im writing in english then everything's a translation anyway #so that'd mean translating/localising expressions into ones the intended audience will understand #i toe the line a looooot when it comes to this in my novel wip as well cuz for all intents and purposes the charas SHOULD be speaking malay #but since im writing in english i do have to localise a lot of things do you get me #thinking about that book that went “i have to worldbuild my own culture”. i cant remember the book tho #whoops im going on a tangent #anyway #the whole mixing up words thing though i have no excuse for its just bcs i AM an idiot who doesnt proofread and im too lazy to find a beta #which is also why i have a bunch of typos in all my fics WHOOPS #this is Not a vaguepost btw! this is just me rambling and thinking thoughts in my own space like writing in my diary with glitter pen etc #also i Dont think they were even talking abt my fics in particular cuz i know it's v common among lots of fics (+idk if they read my stuff) #BUT i know i am very very guilty of doing this so. LOL #anywayssss!!!! #shut up haydar #on writing.log

[rapono-writes-stuff]

Last night I couldn't fall asleep but I did get so very emotionally attached to a character I made up called Masky the Mask (listen it's hard to and things while waiting for sleep to take you). 6 hours of lying there thinking about him. I want to write about him so but I don't know if i have to strength to do so.

#rambling #I was so ready to abandon everything to write about him but I am too fucking tired lmao #mainly I was initially trying to think of ideas for writing something very self indulgent for my birthday #(Yes I aged) #and then Masky showed up as a background character in my head when imaging a scene #and my half conscious brain latched onto him so hard I spent the next 5-6 hours lying there thinking about him and waiting for sleep to come #can you tell I haven't really slept yet?

[mushroom-for-art]

@seasidemew lmao hi I'm bullying ur boy, hope you enjoy

Actions and consequences

Syn turned on his feet as his head craned to look around and admire the vast expanse of the training room, it was large though a bit dull, the floorings and walls and even the ceiling were squared evenly.

"I, expected a bit more than just a room?" He queried glancing at May who shrugged back to him.

"It can be anything anyone wants it's just currently being left as a room," She leant her body backwards avoiding a stray scrap of rock that sank into the flooring by a few inches, there was a loud crash of energy followed by a distressingly loud reverb that shook and vibrated through their bodies, May had to adjust to not be swept over by the sheer force of the energy outburst.

Dark energy collided with bright purples as Darkness and Axel violently physically clashed together, their shoulders ramming into the other with bangs of energy being released by each collision before they rapidly split and repeated. Syn blinked, watching the sheer abundance of energy being released along with all the stray attacks going wild as the two Mewtwo fought trying to defeat the other, his tongue licked his inner lip.

"My, so much power.. What are they fighting over?"

"They're trying to work out who's strongest, Darkness made herself by all means perfect and enhanced herself with synergy crystals as you know while Axel is the first Mewtwo of our world and the beginning of our bloodline so is I suppose he's Darkness' potential in its purest rawest form, no dna damage through cloning or anything, sooo they're duking it out."

Syn hummed watching the fight, not entirely sure who was winning. Sensing more he glanced to the side spotting a familiar red pink hue on a mega Y form mewtwo, they were flying around showing off with tricks away from the fight with arms made of pure stable psychic energy.

"Hey look Auntie Imp I got it!" Syn heard and watched the mega twirl before seeming to teleport with rapid jumps of speed, a mewtwo he'd never seen before sat watching Matt in his foolishness, he watched her clap her hands thin delicate tail swaying as she spoke praises.

"She's not your aunt, there's no genetic relation between you!" Axel hollered in his fight, sending a kick into Darkness' face.

"Fuck youuu an auntie is something spiritual not necessarily related!!" Matt hollered back as he sped jumped about before hitting a wall and hitting the floor with a thud and losing the mega form. Syn couldn't help a slight chuckle as his eyes roamed the unfamiliar two before returning to the active fight at the horrid crunching as Darkness was send slamming into the floor with Axels standing on her back to do so making her body scrape the floor and crunch harder as his weight and psychic force crushed her down.

"Just submit." He pushed down on her harder making something else crunch, Darkness' hands clenched into fists shaking with rage and pain.

"how about," Darkness' hands unclenched resting on the floor of the arena, "NO!" stones erupted from the floor spiking jagged and fast, blood spilt onto her back from Axels side as he shot upwards missing the worst of it but bleeding. With noticeable effort Darkness pulled herself out from the crater made from her impact before shooting after Axel to resume fighting. Syn let out a low whistle as the floor shimmered and returned to its original state.

"You weren't kidding..they're going at it…" Despite not having a need for it he wondered how Axels life would taste, how much energy and power he could rip from his chest. Part gluttony part jealousy as he watched the large two, he moved surprisingly quickly for his size and with surprising agility and flexibility. As Syns' eyes followed trained on Axel he noticed he had a slightly different flying style. It was hard to explain, he moved more effortlessly like he was lighter.

"So, he's like your dad then?" He inquired casually glancing at May for a second before returning to the fight. "I can't see a resemblance."

"Ehhh, I'm like 5 generations down from him lots of dna damage from like being a clone of a clone etcetera so lots of differences have arisen since him to make me how I am, Darkness and Matt are 6 generations down from him," She paused to think counting on her fingers quietly, "I, don't know for sure but I never really saw or heard whisper of my like direct dna parent, I don't think they made it to be honest they just had their dna, maybe stem or sex cells or both or whatever not sure I'm not a scientists but they had stuff taken from them to make me, and well the others that didn't make it…" she quietly shook her head flinching her shoulders at a loud sharp bang of lightning, "Dusty is actually only 3 generations down from him, he's similar to Axel purple and all, his dna wasn't immediately used preserved and made later so technically he's genetically older than us but he's younger. I think he's the only one living from further back in our bloodline, I think the others were terminated or just didn't survive." She watched the fight with quiet concern that they might be going too far with this battle.

"I think someone should stop them.." Syn put out a hand to stop her moving.

"Not letting that someone be you, they're both too high on aggression right now, if someone were to get between them now I think they'd attack them blindly. So no you're not pulling some self sacrificing someone's gotta stop this fighting nonsense because you'll get hurt and then they'll get mad at you for interrupting and getting hurt." May huffed hot air at Syn in mock frustration as she pulled a face making him chuckle. His finger booped her nose softly. "Am I right princess pout or am I right?" May let out a sudden exhale of a laugh.

"Princess pout? I ain't pouting!" She laughed giving him a look that melted into a smile, "but, you're right yea they'd be mad I didn't let them figure it out." Syn chuckled casually wrapping an arm around her shoulders pulling her in to give her a squeeze.

"See I'm learning, getting you all figured out. I'll be able to worm my way into your heart in no time." He casually joked as he felt her leaning against him more.

"Nah you've already done that, and unfortunately for you you can't take this knowledge into different worlds you have to learn it all organically there yourself." Syn snorted and snapped his fingers.

"Damn," and provided a soft shoulder squeeze in play and held May closer at another loud crashing. Looking back to the fight Axel had Darkness rammed into the wall and was flying along keeping her shoved into the barrier at rapid speeds leaving a trench in the foundations till they fixed themselves bits of rubble flying around for emphasis before he made a beeline down still dragging Darkness through the wall essentially before slamming her once more into the floor with enough force to send up a plume of white smoke dust and bits of brick.

Axel landed waiting for the dust to clear before slowly approaching where Darkness lay crumbled.

"Do you yield." Darkness whimpered in response before trying to shove herself back up on trembling limbs. Axel grabbed the middle section of her tail turning on his feet and swinging to slam her back into the wall with a cry of pain before she slid down the wall.

"Do you yield."

Again Darkness did not answer palms pressing down on the rocks strewn about trying to once more press on to fight further. Axel stood on the side of her neck and pushed down with force enough that May and Syn felt the breeze.

"Yield."

Darkness opened her eye around the bruising giving him a defiant glare before her eye looked away closing again.

"I yield.." The words reluctantly left her mouth feeling like poison on her tongue as Axel stepped off her neck, he wrapped one arm around and under the middle of her body carrying her dangling limp form. Syn watched like a hawk as Axel put Darkness down near the other Mewtwo, Imp was it? And Matt, with Imp moving to use some healing moves. Syn tried to wrack his brains as he watched, he couldn't recall a proper full fight with Darkness, usually she avoided conflict, cheated or deferred..

Face pulling into a confident smirk his arm slipped from Mays shoulders as he strode over casually. May blinked in confusion before quickly following.

"What are you doing Syn, what are you thinking?" She already got the horrible feeling he was going to do something stupid. And when he turned to offer her a cocky grin her worries were further confirmed.

Axel regarded them both with his eyes regarding Syn with displeasure and giving May a similar look.

"That was an impressive battle," Syn spoke with sure of himself confidence, "if you're up to the challenge old man I'd like to spar with you." Axel regarded him again his side already healed and bruises and scrapes disappearing with each second, his eyes scanned down at Syn taking in his features lingering on the stone before looking at his face again.

"And why would I waste my time on that." His tone was flat and uninteresting and Syn swallowed awkwardly, having expected him to jump to the challenge.

"Well, we're both powerful individuals, why not settle who's strongest. You've won in your family but what of strangers hmm?" Syn tried to save the conversation. Axel only continued to gaze upon him with disinterest. With a slow thoughtful blink he spoke.

"Fine, but if I win this match you leave here forever gone bye bye." May watched Axel her mouth pulling to the side knowing he didn't have the power or capability to simply make Syn leave permanently as that decision was out of his hands controlled by a higher power. Axel extended his hand to shake on the bet. Syn considered before grinning.

"Alright, but if I win you join me in my corruption accepting a shard of my crystal and submitting beneath me." Mays brows fell into an unamused look as she glanced between the two idiots knowing once more he did not have the power to cause such an event and that just because he corrupted someone it didn't mean they'd submit. She exhaled a sigh through her nose watching the two men eyeing each other up making a bet neither could keep as Syn took Axels hand giving it a firm shake to cement the deal.

Axels grip did not release as Syn attempted to pull his hand back from the shake, Syn didn't have time to react as Axels grip turned tight and vice like and in a mere blink Axel adjusted his feet throwing Syn up over his head using psychic energy for lifting before slamming him down harshly into the floor with the psychic energy also dragging him down creating an immediate mini crater and gust of displaced air.

Syn groaned quietly, wrinkling his face as he opened his eyes to snarl at Axel before all he could feel was pain. Crackling sprawling crawling green energy shot through Axels hand directly into Syns, the erratic green sparks covering his body fully ripping through his skin easily tearing him open all over, he felt like he was being bitten into and chewed and eaten alive, as his energy was rapidly drained. He was bordering on unconscious when he finally registered that the attack pain had stopped, his body burned and itched and ached all over though, fizzles and smoke raised off his body as Axel let go of his hand causing his body to slump, no longer held up.

"Sorry Pretty boy. You lose." From the sidelines Matt blinked muttering to himself 'oh I see where I get it from then.'

"Axel you fucking cheated!" Mays voice was a thundering uproar, her tone raw with anger and displeasure.

"We made our bet, shook on it and the battle started. He should've been more prepared." Axel didn't look at her as she rushed to Syns side softer glistening green energy leaving her hands to start healing his many wounds and recuperate his health.

"You know damn well that is not how a mutually agreed sparring match goes! It'd start when someone announced the battle begins, what you did was tricksy and cowardly!"

Axel scoffed, "it doesn't matter anyways, we had a fight he lost so now he has to leave, I'm sure you'll find someone in equally bad taste to disappoint me with later."

"What. You think I care about Syn out of pettiness towards you?!" her tone was a snarl as Syn stabilized his wounds fully healed, she gently caressed his cheek before standing, "I care about him for a multitude of reasons but not FUCKING one of them has anything to do with you. But you know what?! All or nothing, if you win I'll never interact with him ever again."

Axel turned his head to regard May standing in all her 5'4 fury with an expression that showed he didn't take if seriously.

"Oh? Alright then, and what if you win by some miracle huh? What do you get out of this battle, or has little May not thought about that because she doesn't think ahead about these things when it involves something for herself because she's full of self loathing hmm?" his tone was casual and mocking, as May met his gaze with steely cold glare.

"I see where Matt gets it from then." Axel smirked with an exhale of a chuckle as he looked down on her offering his hand out to shake with such unwavering confidence and smugness as though expecting her to take it despite witnessing the trick he pulled on Syn as though expecting her to be that stupid and trusting.

May slapped away his hand with the back of hers as her other fist sporting a darkened shadow claw punched straight into the soft flesh of his stomach, he barely managed a grunt before the shadow energy exploded out across his whole body like lightning and he screamed.

Shadows ripped through his muscles into his bones causing breaks and tears, sapping his life energy as it rapidly damaged him all over his flesh being seared by zigzagging shadows and losing pigmentation as his physical form and structure began to distort in its destruction. And all he could do was scream.

May pulled her claw slick with his blood out from his body not regarding him as he collapsed simply flicking his blood away as her claw vanished moving instead to Syn who was seeming a bit more conscious. She gently pulled his arms to pull him into a sit and using his arm she adjusted pulling him up onto her shoulders like a fireman carry as he made a soft gasp and disorientated giggle at being lifted and carried.

"I'm going to get Syn seen too." As she turned and left impressively carrying the still slightly limp Syn who clumsily attempted to wrap his arms around her to hold on his tail curling around her waist as he made vocalizations and purrs. Darkness looked at the mess that was Axel on the floor, breathing but barely and was glad in this place death wasn't truly possible and that he'd recover.

"Get dunked onnn!" Matt made a hand gesture as though dunking a basketball one handed.

"Matt you're fucking 5 stop making undertale references."

Imp blinked as the siblings argued, 'It's a classic!', 'it's inappropriate!' Moving to help Axel where he lay on the floor looking mighty sorry for himself.

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