#which uhhh. yeah i'm not nearly as fast as i used to be

[gamergirlshelby]

Round 3: Tokiya Iori vs Tsutsumi Natsumi

Alright everyone, here is the fight Tokiya has been dreading the possibility of since the tournament began.

Content Warnings: Fighting and Heavy Injuries (Pretty much just for Tokiya, mans got his head handed to him)

Extra Credits: Art and Tsutsumi by @glitchviper, go follow them, their art is so cool!

Without further adieu, let the fight begin!

Tokiya had been dreading the inevitability of the fight for Round 3 of the tournament. Ever since the full bracket had been revealed for Round 1, Tokiya knew he would have a rough time with all of the possible contenders if he had made it to round 3.

Then Tokiya had won their fights in both rounds 1 and 2, making it all the way to round 3. That was when Tokiya knew it had been the beginning of the end.

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Tokiya had walked up the side of the arena as he had done twice before, having concocted a plan to win against Natsumi before hand. The plan left little room for error, so Tokiya needed to be as careful to make sure he could enact the plan without any issue. Unfortunately for Tokiya they did not have all of the variables to make sure the plan would go flawlessly.

The plan was to fast forward fast enough to be able to use the outer momentum to push Natsumi out of the boundaries, ending the battle quickly so Tokiya can move on to the next round without much stress. The issue was how fast would Tokiya need to go, because if he fast forwarded to fast there would be no energy created since for him his surroundings would be as if they had been slowed, so no momentum could be created, essentially having Tokiya teleport to the desired spot instead of rushing there with a large amount of force. There was also the issue of how much force would Tokiya need to be able to actually move Natsumi, who is much bigger than Tokiya in stature. Tokiya could also try to slow Natsumi down, but that would also cause her to move slower when being pushed out of bounds, maybe giving her the chance to grab him, which would make it hard for Tokiya to get the clean cut victory he had wished for.

Tokiya then took a deep breath, and waited for the announcer to begin the countdown to the start of the fight.

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"Alright everybody! It's time for the next fight for round 3 of this year's Sports Festival! As per usual I am the announcer for those of you at home and in the stands, Present Mic! With me today is my co-announcer Eraserhead! How are you doing today, buddy?!"

"I'm waiting for you to do the countdown so the fight can start." Eraserhead said to his loud friend.

Tokiya didn't mind Present Mic's loud behavior, it reminded him of Ina from back home, even if Ina is never nearly as loud as Mic could be. "Alright, alright, now a reminder to the combatants, the fight is over once either one of the combatants is out of bounds or is unable to continue fighting. Now the fight will begin in 3! 2! 1!"

"Go." Eraserhead said, cutting in.

The second Tokiya heard the go ahead, he activated his fast forward, going to 20x speed, the fastest he had gone during the Sports Festival. Tokiya then immediately began running toward Natsumi, then once he reached Natsumi his plan immediately came crashing down, as she had then grabbed him. "Crap." Tokiya said before getting thrown across the stadium.

Tokiya reacted quickly however, stopping his fast forward, by saying "Stop." as a verbal cue to help him focus on stopping his fast forward. Tokiya then quickly used his slow down to help him slowly fall down to help avoid the massive amount of damage from being quickly thrown to the ground. Tokiya then got up from the ground, and looked back up to Natsumi, who had appeared to have been transformed since before Tokiya had even noticed the changes. "She must be fast enough to at least react to my speed in that form." Tokiya thought to himself. "This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought."

Natsumi then formed a short sword using her shadows. She must be trying to keep me in a specific area of the arena. "I can improvise with that." Tokiya thought. Tokiya then rushed forward towards Natsumi. If Tokiya could throw Natsumi off-guard for even a second, he could gain the upper hand and win the fight. And his plan involved the short sword Natsumi had created using her shadows.

Tokiya's plan was to cause a small cut using Natsumi's short sword, causing her to be distracted for at least a moment, hopefully giving Tokiya the opportunity to push Natsumi out of bounds. Tokiya knew that Natsumi would try to avoid causing serious injury using her weapons as often as possible in a combat situation, so it was extremely likely she would take a second to react to Tokiya's risky decision. Plus, Tokiya should be able to rewind himself to a point before the injury as long as the short sword doesn't cause to much damage.

Tokiya then rushed towards Natsumi at 10x speed, who was thrown off guard by Tokiya's risky behavior. Tokiya then grabbed a hold of Natsumi's arm adjusting the sword to give Tokiya a small cut on his arm. Just as planned, Natsumi had been disoriented for a moment giving Tokiya a moment to try and shove Natsumi out of bounds. However when Tokiya had tried to shove Natsumi, he couldn't. Tokiya was not strong enough to have Natsumi move a muscle, and this realization had made Tokiya freeze for a moment. This had given Natsumi the advantage she needed to kick Tokiya off her. That had been the point where it had been the beginning of the end for Tokiya.

After Natsumi had kicked Tokiya off her, she did not give him any time to get back up, and was quick to grab him again. At this point Tokiya had realized that she was going to try and end the fight as quickly as possible. Tokiya had decided to try and fast forward himself to try and shake out of Natsumi's grip on his arm, but it was no use, she just had to strong of a grip on Tokiya. After that, Natsumi had thrown Tokiya out of bounds. Unfortunately Tokiya was still fast forwarded so what was meant to be a nice little drop outside of the boundaries of the arena turned into basically yeeting Tokiya onto the concrete, with an audible crack.

"Well folks," Present Mic began, "It looks like Tokiya Iori is out of bounds, as well as unable to continue battling! I would now like to announce that Tsutsumi Natsumi is the winner of the fight and will be moving on to the next round!"

Tokiya then began to talk, visibly in a lot of pain. "Hey uhhh Natsumi?"

"...Yeah?" The severity of the situation immediately hitting her the second Tokiya hit the ground.

"Could you take me to Recovery Girl's office? I think I bit my tongue."

As two members of UA's medical staff enter the arena with a stretcher, Natsumi responded, after pausing a moment. "I honestly don't know how to talk to you sometimes Iori."

"Hehe, yeah. Congrats on winning by the way. It was a fun fight even though I had no chance."

"Thanks, but I'd argue that you had a bit of a chance." Natsumi responded, but Tokiya didn't believe her.

"If you say so." Tokiya said before being brought off to the medical wing by the staff.

[theworldsoul]

Uhh warning VENT!!! Talks about self harm and shit... also religious bullshit and gender bullshit??? Like I'm really trans and also Catholicism really fucked me up so if ur uncomfy with that just... skip this post. Also if ur Christian and can't handle seeing ur shit defaced then skip this post. Also if ur gonna clown on this post as "cringe atheism" then fuck you because I'm literally coping with pain lol

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Anways now that the disclaimer is over... here comes the real shit.

I... have been going through a LOT lately, jesus christ. I was HAPPY today, yknow? I thought I was gonna be happy the whole day.

I was dancing today. That's how happy I was. For the first time in like... a whole year... I was really so happy. I thought I was gonna cry. But then I got home. And well,,,, I did cry. But not from happiness. I just got my math grade back. A fucking 49 percent. MY AVERAGE RIGHT NOW IS A 57 PERCENT. I MIGHT FAIL MATH 20. I MIGHT HAVE TO RETAKE IT. oh my god I'm such a failure I cant do anything ever i try SO fucking hard but honestly??? I cant fucking do this. I can't, I'm not mentally capable. "Just work harder"... BITCH I AM WORKING AS HARD AS I CAN. I AM SPENDING HOURS AND HOURS OF MY LIFE STUDYING AND PRACTICING. I'm starting to think that how hard i try doesn't even fucking matter because I'm STUPID and all i know how to do is PAINT SHIT!!!! NOBODY CARES ABOUT ART!!!! IF I FAIL THIS CLASS I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO HAVE A HOUSE IN THE FUTURE!!!! A HOUSE!!!!!

I dont even want to be a fucking orthodontist. Okay??? I wanna do what I love: painting. But NOOOO. I have to get a "respectable" job that will "pay me enough money to live". WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO MAKE MONEY TO LIVE??? WTF??? THATS LITERALLY SO FUCKED UP. everyone deserves to live (unless they like murdered someone? I guess? Idk) BUT LIKE I DIDNT KILL NO ONE SO WHATS ALL THIS BS ABOUT WORKING TO LIVE???? WTF??? I rly gotta do all this shit I hate, all this shit I'm mentally incapable of doing... so i can have a house. Fuck this. Yknow with my average at a 57... I might fail this class even if I get a really good grade on my next quiz. Can you fucking believe it??? I'm literally so fucking stupid I cant even pass a dumb fucking math class god i hate myself. I cant fail this class. I've NEVER failed a class. Almost failed... but never HAD TO RETAKE A CLASS. that's the ultimate failure. I think my parents would hate me if I failed this.

And on top of that... I'm really struggling with uhhh, dysphoria and body image... and it's so fucking horrible man I want to rip all my skin off I want to suffocate god I want to KILL him I want to MAKE HIM SUFFER. I want to gouge his eyes out and force him to eat them. WHY WOULD HE MAKE ME LIKE THIS????? WHY????? WHATS THE POINT IN MAKING A CHILD SUFFER SO MUCH???

What did I ever do that was so wrong I deserved all this punishment???

Well FUCK YOU and fuck your stupid book and FUCK THESE STUPID FUCKING SAINTS. WASNT THERE SUPPOSED TO BE A WHOLEASS ANGEL WATCHING OVER ME?? PROTECTING ME??? WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH NOW?? WHERE WAS THAT BITCH WHEN... when I was being bullied? When I literally wanted to kill myself?

Where was that guardian angel when I kept making THE SAME MISTAKE over and over again and I KNEW it was wrong but I kept doing it anyways because it was the only way I could feel like soemone cared about me????

I bet that angel motherufcker KNEW they didnt care. DID THE ANGEL EVER ONCE HELP ME??? NOOOO. all those times I was bruised and broken... all those times...

Man, I was just a kid. I was SO fucking young. And I would come like a lamb to the slaughter and kneel. I would pray... ask for guidance. I would pray the rosary too, I would read the bible and try my very best to understand it, I would go to church and volunteer at church and do my best to be a Good Boy and never sin. I did EVERYTHING right. I literally fasted at some point, like a religious fast. I was devoted...

Honestly though? I think it was the same mistake I make over and over again, except not with a real person.

And you have me NOTHING. GO GIRL, GIVE US NOTHING!!!!!!! I literally used to self-punish for the sins I couldnt bring myself to confess. At my communion, there was one sin I didn't tell because I knew it was unforgivable. I still hate myself for that. But man, I used to try and do all sorts of things to somehow cleanse myself of it. I figured THAT whole ordeal was why I was constantly being tortured.

But I was stupid and I am stupid and that makes NO SENSE because if the thing I'm being punished for happened when I was a child, WHY DID THE PUNISHMENT BEGIN AT MY BIRTH????

They used to tell me that god handcrafted every part of me specifically for some sort of grand reason.

Why.

Really? This bitch really "handcrafted" me just so I could cry and cut myself nearly every night??? Fuck that. Like why would you make me this way. It hurts more than you can IMAGINE. The only reason I'm not dead yet is because of ME, MY strength, not any of the bullshit YOU gave me. I hate when people say "oh, god made u so hardworking" or "oh, god made you so passionate/hopeful/full of love/fiery/whatever" LIKE STFU BITCH THAT WAS NOT SKYDADDY THAT WAS ME!!!

you wanna know what he made me?

dysphoric, ugly af, yeah.... but the worst part?

He made me feel.

That doesn't sound bad, right? Well it's the worst thing on the list. It is my downfall, my Achilles heel or whatever. This emotions shit??? It RUINED my life. My whole life I was cursed with a fucking monster inside me. I kept trying to tell everyone that it wasnt me!!! I kept telling them that it felt like I was being possessed. But adults are SHIT. I hate adults. I want to kill them all. They failed me and their god failed me. None of them every listened to me. All they knew how to do was punish, punish, punish.

It's like giving an allergic kid some peanuts and then getting angry at them for going into anaphylactic shock or whatever. Nobody ever thought "hey, why don't we stop giving the kid peanuts?"

ALL THE ADULTS AROUND ME ACT LIKE CHILDREN AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE ACTED LIKE CHILDREN FUCK ADULTS

Anwyays that's how I ended up with all these unresolved issues,.... emotion is a tough one, like I literally dont have the ability to control my emotions at all, I can try and like, repress them but I cant make myself actually feel less.

My emotion hurts more than anyone else's and nobody ever understood that. I would tell them that it hurts, it PHYSICALLY HURTS, and they would say I just wanted attention. I would tell them I literally couldnt control what my body said and did, I would tell them I felt like A PUPPET ON STRINGS and no one believed me. Fuck them.

Healthy coping mechanisms? I literally self ship with Snape to cope. I literally self ship with characters my brain made up and put in my dreams to cope. I used to hurt myself so much trying to feel loved and cared about irl. Fiction is so much better. I sound like a loser but its TRUE. The sort of thing I need, the sort of love I need is like... a parent. You can't go looking for a parent in a romantic partner, it fucks everything up and you end up... well, let's just say it proabbly wasnt the most legal thing, but I wasnt thinking strisght at all I mean dude I was So fucked in my head when I did all that...whatever...anyways so thank u for fiction!!! I love fiction. Want to kill someone? Draw it. Then you'll feel much better!!! And you dont go to jail!!!

Well the pics here... idk, it was really calming to do this. It's new, painting over religious shit. I was gonna do the whole bible but I already burnt that shit so.... and I was going to cut but I'm trying really hard to stay clean... like really hard. It's so weird and like, addicting, once I hit styro I don't want to stop, but also it kinda transfers the emotional pain to physical pain, making it way easier to deal with. I just can't keep doing that because I KNOW it's bad and look I thoguht I was clean for a whole year but then I fucked up and WOW, GUESS WHAT MADE ME RELAPSE??? MATH CLASS!!!!

Whatever anyways here are my wonderful works of art I made while crying and cursing god (like I'm so pissed at all this catholic bs I believed in him again just to swear at him lol)

.... but imagine for a moment, a better world. One in whcih these saints whose images I've defaced are actually good people... a world in which they SEE ME AND THEY HEAR ME... and I go unpunished.... and I am embraced by someone who UNDERSTANDS.

I think I would cry.

Too bad that world doesnt exist and I just made it up to try and feel a bit better. Whatever, whatever. I painted the things, they're gonna dry. I work hard, I'm gonna do good on my quiz, I hope. I just have to be making it through, that's all it is, work work work without a break but I can proabbly do it. I'm really slipping I admit like the mental health is slipping it's getting worse like I havent had a "fuck I am afab" moment in such a long time so yeah...

Anwyays I feel so much better now that I did my little art project yknow???