AUTISTIC SWEEP
The shouts of the crowd are fading into white noise.
The curtains are closing.
The lights are dimming.
The air still feels filled with static, though.
This is a fight Donatello had known he couldn’t win, logically. The competition had been all fun and games, but this challenger was another story. No amount of support or hype could make up for such a gap; the bone deep certainty didn’t leave room for hard feelings.
Struggling to catch his breath, battle shell against the wall, Donatello looks up from where he’s been getting some rest - not passed out rest, mind you. More like a beauty nap.
He lets out a genuine chuckle.
Shigeo Kageyama is simply standing there, as he has been for most of the fight.
“Sweet Marie Curie,” he puffs, keeping his voice level. The roar of the crowd hasn’t entirely died down, but he knows he is heard. “You don’t even have a scratch.”
The one they call Mob is giving him a stare. He still seems a little out of it.
“You fought well,” he states calmly, and Donnie giggles.
“Oh, please. I’ve been losing tournaments at home for as long as I can remember. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”
At that, Mob flashes a grin. “I’m not sorry,” he says bluntly, coming over in lazy steps. “But it hasn’t been easy, either.”
He sits down, legs stretched out in front of him, and Donnie can now see that his breathing is a little heavy. He feels himself get cocky.
“Well, I wasn’t about to just let you win. If I had to go down, might as well give ‘em a show, right?”
Mob sends him a sideway glance. “You really are all about dramatics.”
“What can I say?” Donnie sighs theatrically, proving his point. “This whole competition is about being swag. I could hardly disappoint.”
“I don’t think you could," his opponent utters. “You’re very expressive.”
Donnie raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow. This is something he hasn’t often been told. He looks over to Mob, and the tension in the boy’s shoulders makes him hum in thought.
“I don’t know who’s next, but you are going to crush them,” he provides. When Mob gives him a nonplussed glance, he goes on. “And even if you don’t, it’s still the last one. How good does that sound?”
“... it has been getting a bit much, to be honest.”
“Yeah, this is wild,” Donnie agrees. “Anyway, what are you gonna do with your trophy once you get it?”
Mob’s smile is a little shy, but he seems happy with the distraction. “I don’t know, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one. What would you do?”
“Well, you see, there was this one time I won the Lair Games…”
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In the next room, a very proud sensei and three worried brothers are getting impatient.
The student and the sibling don’t seem to care at the moment.
The crowd is gone.
The curtains are closed.
The lights are off.
For now, making small talk with a former rival is just enough.
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EDIT: there is now a sequel!
YOOO IT'S BEEN SUCH A WILD RIDE
Disclaimer: I have never read/watched mp100 and I deeply apologize for making him probably very ooc. Just wanted to celebrate this beast of a match in my own way, which is wishing I could draw and deciding to heave words on a doc instead lol
CONGRATS ON MOB!! The final match between mp100 and undertale is gonna be soooo funny but I think Mob's gonna win this thing like it's nothing tbh (he has my vote at least)
@autismswagsummit thank you for reblogging all that Donnie propaganda, I genuinely think he never would've made it this far without the signal boost!
All my thanks to the Rise fandom for these past few days! You guys have made such powerful content and there's been so much hype I'm shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU
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Disabled Lesbians of Color needs Food+Legal Support
I havent been online as much to cfund as much as i should have, bc my partner and I still need help while were here.
For those who know n dont know we are a Black and Latine Indigenous Disabled Lesbian couple and we are in the process of getting my girl (dual) citizenship, which is very important to her wrt reconnecting to her land and people. We have been here a little over 2 weeks and we REALLY cant put off some of the things we need.
Since neither of us can drive we have to pay a taxi to go to a city 1.5hrs away this is like $75 usd each time, so we have to do all our errands in one day. We need to get allergen free groceries, place/pickup my meds, meet an immigration lawyer ASAP! and activate our LatAM phones.
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“Hey Jimmy, your there?” False cried as she flew toward the high pillar and almost ice skate upon landing, though she was little fast so she almost ended falling off the edge. Giving a yelp and a firm foot in, she managed to catch herself.
“Nailed it” False said under her breath: “Anyways where is that god?” @archeologistfalse
*Hearing the commotion outside, Jimmy rolled out of the blanket nest he has been building in his room and stepped into the light. His almost vapiric complexion did not appreciate that.*
Am I hearing a False to the Symmetry? Oi, lock where you're going, don't fall off. Are you here for a reason or what's the deal?
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“Op! Haha! You’re so silly!” :P
I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell I am unwell
This is fun!
I might be sick I might be sick I might be sick I might be sick I might be sick I might be sick
This sickness is agonizing and my future was never a promise!
Please
Please
Please
Please
Please
Please
Listen.
Is it? Is it? Really now?
I w a n t e d t o b e s m a r t a t o n e p o i n t
“You’re WRONG YOUR CONDITION IS NOT REAL YOU ARE NOT REAL YOU ARE NOT REAL”
Oh? I’m W r o n g
When was I right?
Do we remember? Do you? Am I? Are you? Was I?
If I haven’t got help yet, then it was N E V E R real.
My mind isn’t mine and Y O U K N O W I T
Isn’t this fun? You deny me all the time, yet say all these things!
Does it really matter? I wouldn’t have done much anyway.
T h e m a c h i n e t h a t m a k e s r e a l i t y i s o n l y s e t i n b o n e s
My flesh is so foul that not even the sickest of weeds could grow.
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