#split focus

[mohntilyet]

actually sorry dav reads like a game that was written by people who think da2 is about found family. in every other game my ending feels earned and my choices are my own and then veilguard asks the bold question what if we could bring the hr mandatory team bonding experience into a video game?

[stars-obsession-pit]

A strange new religious organization has started to show up in Gotham City, and some of the Bats are concerned.

It might be just paranoia. No crimes have been tied back to the group, nor has there been an uptick in crime that might potentially lead back to them. By all accounts, they seem like a relatively normal group gaining traction among the city’s disenfranchised.

But even if some of the vigilantes think it’s not anything worth worrying about it, some of the others are suspicious of it. And so, they’re going to get to the bottom of things.

What the hell is going on with the Church of the Ghost King?

[valtsv]

all your posts about fucked up death sex, parental issues and rotting empires make me think you'd really enjoy elisabeth: das musical

i really really really want to watch it, i keep meaning to and then i forget or get distracted by drawing my pictures, but this might push me to actually follow through

[anzuhan]

[strawb3rrytiramisu]

so are we still actively posting for Cinderella's Castle btw bc although i am super duper excited for the Guy remount my plan after the cc proshot release was to be primarily cinderella posting for the next several business months and just generally be annoying about the lands that are and i'd be super sad to see ppl immediately kind of move on from cc :(

[buckevantommy]

does it need to be said that shows shouldn't do spinoffs when they don't even give their og characters enough time and attention and care when they are their main focus???

[foreverfearlessred]

ok gang we need to everyone to lock tf in from this point forward, the only manifestations allowed are for Charles Leclerc to win the Monaco gp 2025

[scootarooni]

Some Scratches I made for my updated Carrd! Might use these for my website as well whenever I get around to reworking it =)

[give-me-one-good-reason]

Art for @grainjew's and @oriigami's fic kings and queens. (Sorry for tagging you again but I'm putting it here too and need to credit y'all lol)

[utilitycaster]

is it just me or does Liam O'Brien every single campaign go "so this character is an exploration of grief. we will be covering the nature of two great truths: that the nature of grief is nonlinear and that it never truly disappears; and that a new and different life than the one before the loss, a life which can still be meaningful and joyful, exists for the grieving." and like half the fandom nods sagely and goes "ah. sad trauma boy with death wish. got it."

[madd-nix]

Ingo is not the only one Arceus split in two for my Split Ingo au. Dawn also gets split, but Arceus dealt with her memories a bit differently.

While It sent the Hisui!Ingo with memories of his name and the basics of who he is, Arceus didn't even give that to the Hisui!Dawn. That version of her doesn't remember anything about herself other than pokemon, battling, and some basics about how battling and catching in her time work. With no memory of even her name, Professor Laventon helps give her the name Akari so she has something to go by. Arceus wanted her to be the perfect blank slate hero, one that had no memories of a place to want to return to. Just the need to complete the goal set out for her.

Meanwhile, Dawn back home in modern Sinnoh still remembers her past and who she is, but has no memories of pokemon, battling, how to catch pokemon, or how the gyms work. Which is a bit difficult when she's the current champion of Sinnoh. And she recognizes her pokemon, but like Unova!Ingo, she can't remember anything about them as pokemon or their types or move sets. Leading to visits to hospitals and therapy to try and help her regain her memories.

[good-beansdraws]

“Hmm… how about… this!” Mikoto picks up a cute dog mug. “Oh! Do you like wearing earrings? They have some over there.”

From (one of many) cute 0909 fics by @rainbowghostcat , Can Love Like This Really Be Real? I always love how Mikoto finds new, small ways to cater to John's preferences -- whether it's finding hobbies, foods, or fashion accessories that he specifically enjoys 🌙

+ some alternate colorings

[wolfwarrior142]

Been thinking the last few days about how tdp s7 will be the first season of the show where we get to see rayllum actually completely together and openly in love for a whole season. Not working toward it through the season- truly together the WHOLE season. For the first time. Can you imagine. It's gonna be so beautiful. Imagine all the shit we're gonna see of them being amazing and loving and a kickass power couple together. The whole season. I cannot wait.

I'm scared of the horrors to come but thinking of this is helping stave off the fear of said horrors.

[mayadoesfandomstuff]

On a note about physical disabilities that come from a traumatic incident, it always annoys me when it's so clear that the people talking about it in the lens of a fictional narrative are only talking about it in relation as a metaphor for something else typically mental only rather than also being a lived reality that people have to go through.

I'm not even saying that there can't be a discussion of the mental toll and grief that comes with becoming physically disabled because of a traumatic incident because yeah, that sorta comes with the bonus features of the disability and we really desperately need more stories that genuinely tackle the complexity of physical disability and how it affects someone mentally, but those discussions of certain characters that only seem to be concerned about the physical disability as nothing more than an allegory for some other mental hurdle that everyone can relate with is so prevalent and some of these discussions even act like real people don't actually experience these things and if they do, they're so minuscule in the population that it doesn't actually matter if we don't think about them.

When some of these people do think about physically disabled people from traumatic incidents, it's often to fuel angst or to make sure that their fanfics are #accurate but never to really understand the disability and offer compassion to those in real life who have them or even just to analyze the character who has this in order to understand them more at the very least.

It's good to see characters actually gain realistic disabilities in fiction and it's important to represent them with accuracy and it's absolutely amazing to see people still enjoy these characters even if they can't relate with their disability, and even relate with some of their mental struggles even when they don't have the same issues, but then most discussions about the character and their disability often just lead to mainly prioritizing just the mental side of it and ignoring most of the physical side that usually, in real life, actually makes the mental side of it so much worse and is actively intertwined with each other.

Physical struggles affecting the mental and mental struggles affecting the physical. One could probably be worse at one stage of recovery or stability but both are intrinsically linked to each other.

How most of these discussions pan out just doesn't sit right with me.

It's also especially even more annoying when these characters get written in a way (either in canon or in fanon) to suddenly have some sort of mobility aid that their struggles with their disability suddenly disappear and they become as good or even better than they were when they were able-bodied. Even worse when there's a magic cure that makes them able-bodied again and now suddenly, their time being disabled is never something they think about on a regular basis save for like maybe a short moment or two where the scene needs angst if we're lucky to even have that call back.

Like, as much as how annoying some fans are for completely ignoring physical disabilities, it's also upsetting to see the people who do acknowledge these disabilities only use it when it's convenient and forget about it when there's a "fix" for the problem.

[planaan]

I actually prefer reading portal era and post canon fiddauthor but idk man college fiddauthor is just so fun to write...so innocent they dont know what shitshow is about to completely ruin their lives for a long ass time

[skyward-floored]

Swapped

Part one of the Incredibles au power swap fic lets gooooo

I don’t know how many parts this is going to be total, maybe four..? I tried to keep it short, but that... didn’t work, heh. This is set after movie stuff at some point, don’t know exactly when, not too long... but supers are legal at least.

But anyway, enjoy part one!

Part two

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Wind woke up slowly, his ears ringing in his skull.

A dull pulse of pain rippled through his middle, and he winced, putting a hand on his chest and rubbing it as he tried to think through what had happened. He remembered a voice talking, and something about intruders being free test subjects...

Oh. Right.

And a big explosion that had sent them all flying.

Ow...

Wind rubbed his eyes, wincing. He supposed a weird explosion shouldn’t be that surprising, since they were trying to break into a crazy-secure science lab. They’d gotten some information on all sorts of illegal experiments going on here, with supers allegedly involved, and they’d all suited up and stormed the place.

Nobody had realized they were expected.

Wind sighed, and sat up with another wince, grateful his supersuit was so sturdy. If he’d been in his civilian clothes, he’d probably be a smear on the wall right now. Or at least dealing with some broken ribs instead of just the weird soreness he had.

He shook his head, trying to disperse the ringing in his ears, and looked around, wondering why it was so quiet. Something about the air seemed weird, like something was missing from it.

A frown settled on Wind’s face and he reached for some wind, trying to listen and see if there was anything moving nearby. Then he froze.

He couldn’t do it.

Wind thrust his hand out, twirling it in the motion he always used when he directed the winds, but nothing happened, no matter how he moved his hands, no matter how hard he tried.

Something was wrong with his powers.

Wind breathed in shakily, and looked down at his hands, trying not to get swamped with panic. He was fine, he was fine except for the aches and lack of powers, he was fine. He probably just... needed to recover a little more from being unconscious. Yeah.

That had to be it.

Wind swallowed and looked around, suddenly zeroing in on Legend lying nearby. He wasn’t moving, and Wind shakily got to his feet, stumbling over and crouching at his side.

“Legend?” Wind asked, and gave his brother a light shake.

Legend didn’t move, not one inch, and the sight of his brother so still made something lurch in Wind’s stomach.

He paused in trying to wake him, and turned his attention to the rest of the room. He’d been separated from the others in the explosion, and the only other person besides Legend and himself in the hallway was Warriors. And Warriors looked like he was beginning to stir, a groan coming from his direction.

Wind stood up again, the absence of his wind all the more noticeable when he tried to draw on it for assistance. He swallowed and kept going, and knelt by Warriors’ side as his eyes flickered open.

“Warriors?” he asked in a shaky voice, and his uncle groaned, pressing his hands to his ears.

“Not so loud...” he bit out in a whisper, face screwed up in a wince. “...why is it so loud?”

“...I’m the only one making any noise,” Wind said in confusion, and when Warriors winced, he switched to a whisper as well. “...Sorry. It’s not loud at all Warriors, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t... know?” Warriors bit out, trying to sit up. “Ugh... I feel like I got hit by a truck...”

“Did you hit your head?” Wind asked anxiously, and Warriors slowly shook it, still wincing.

“No... everything is just... loud.”

Wind waited a moment for him to wake up a little more, and Warriors breathed out, slowly sitting up. Pain still showed in the way his face was creased though, and Wind felt the bubble of anxiety in his chest get a little bigger.

“That was a weird thing they hit us with... are you sure you’re okay?” Wind said as he helped Warriors sit up, glancing worriedly at the rubble separating them from the others.

“Yeah...” Warriors mumbled. “You okay, Wind?”

Wind swallowed.

“I... I don’t know,” he said honestly, wishing his voice wouldn’t shake. “I only woke up a bit ago. I found Legend too, he’s still unconscious, but Wars there’s— there’s something wrong with my powers.”

“What?”

Wind bit his lip. “I can’t get them to work. Ever since I woke up I haven’t been able to feel any wind or anything, there’s something wrong.”

Warriors’ face creased in concern, but then he paused, and held out his hand with his palm outstretched.

Nothing.

He tried again, a little more frantically, but still nothing happened, and he exhaled, looking down at his hands.

“Looks like mine are on the fritz too,” he said worriedly, then gave Wind’s shoulder a squeeze. “We’ll... we’ll figure this out. There’s probably something blocking them, I’ve seen this before. We just need to find the device.”

“You’re sure?” Wind said shakily, and Warriors nodded, giving his hair a quick ruffle.

“Yeah. It’ll be fine, kiddo.”

Wind gave him a small smile, then decided to check on Legend again since he still hadn’t moved. His brother’s face was still pale and blank, and while he didn’t look injured, Wind knew stuff could be hurt on the inside where they couldn’t see it.

Warriors joined him a few moments later, still wincing, and got to a knee beside Legend. He began looking him over, brushing dusty bangs from his face, and Wind watched in silence from beside him.

“Warriors, what do we do now?” Wind asked quietly, and his uncle hesitated, flinching when a sound rang out in the distance.

“I... don’t know just yet. Let’s recuperate for a bit, see if we can wake Legend up. Maybe try and contact the others. Then... I guess keep going. Somebody has to stop this scientist guy.

“And that somebody is us.”

“Right-o,” Warriors smiled. Then he stiffened, ears pricking as he looked down the hallway. “Someone’s coming.”

“I don’t hear anything,” Wind said in confusion, and Warriors shook his head, gathering Legend up into his arms.

“I can, there’s someone coming, trust me. We need to—”

Footsteps clattered towards them, and Warriors flinched, quickly tugging Wind and Legend behind a piece of rubble. A handful of guards came around the corner, and Wind crouched down further, watching them nervously.

Normally four guards would be nothing, but without powers and Warriors in a questionable state... Wind wasn’t sure they could handle them.

“Wars?” he whispered, and Warriors put a finger to his lips.

The guards drew nearer, spreading out and looking around the rubble. One came closer and closer to where Warriors and Wind were, and suddenly looked behind the rubble, spotting them.

“Hey!”

He grabbed for his gun, and Warriors shoved Wind behind him, launching himself at the guard with a snarl. The man shouted as he fell backwards, and despite the pain on Warriors’ face, he managed to wrestle the gun away from him.

The other guards heard him though, and Wind’s stomach lurched as they surrounded Warriors, unsure if he should go help or stay where he was and defend Legend. Warriors was hurting, but Legend wasn’t even awake, what was he supposed to do?

Two guards split off and went for Wind, and he yelped in panic, backing up so he could better protect Legend. The guards both reached in the nook Wind and Legend were tucked in, trying to grab them, but Wind avoided their hands and kicked at their arms.

Warriors was still struggling with the other two guards, but when he heard Wind’s yelp, his head shot up, eyes going wide when he saw one of them pull out a gun.

“Get away from them!” he shouted, eyes glowing, and was suddenly doused in shadows.

A familiar noise hummed through the air, and Wind and the guards stared in shock as the shadows dispersed, leaving a grayish-blue and white wolf on the ground where Warriors had been.

The wolf looked utterly shellshocked, and Wind felt much the same as he stared at it.

What.

Wind suddenly realized the guards were all distracted by the abrupt appearance of a wolf, and he shoved his shock to the back of his mind. He pushed the two that were trying to grab him, knocking them both over, then darted out and grabbed a piece of metal that had fallen on the ground.

He slammed it into one of the guard’s heads, sending him to the floor, but by then the others had snapped out of their daze.

But Warriors had too, and it didn’t take long for him and Wind to take out the other three guards. All four lay unconscious in short order, and Wind panted heavily as he wiped his face.

Then he stared back at the wolf, who was staring at his paws with his ears back.

“Um... what?” Wind spluttered, disbelief coming back. “Warriors that— how?”

The Warriors-wolf whined, his eyes wide, and he paced around in an anxious circle, nose twitching and ears flicking.

“How did you do that?!” Wind repeated, and Warriors flinched at his raised voice, ears folding back again. “...sorry. But why do you have Twilight’s powers?!”

Warriors repeated his whine, tail between his legs, and suddenly the shadows whirled around him again, blocking him from view. When they dispersed, Warriors was back to normal, sitting on the ground and looking somewhat nauseous.

“...Warriors?” Wind asked, and Warriors slowly sank down and laid on his back, then put a hand over his eyes.

“Gimme a sec,” he croaked.

Wind went quiet, and for a minute the only sound in the room was Warriors’ somewhat-shaky breathing.

While his uncle got a hold of himself, Wind gently tugged Legend out from the hiding spot, setting his head in his lap as he sat down. He ran a hand over Legend’s hair while he watched Warriors, and finally his uncle exhaled, and took the hand off his eyes.

“I think I know what the problem with our powers is,” he murmured. “Somehow... they switched.”

“But how?” Wind said as he stared at his uncle, and Warriors sighed, slowly sitting up and setting his hands over his ears again.

“I don’t know. But... I think it has to do with that weird energy pulse. I’d guess somehow it switched our powers.”

Wind stared at him in shock, and Warriors grimaced as something made a sound in the distance.

“How... is that even possible?”

“I have no earthly clue.”

Wind petted Legend on the head again, trying to wrap his brain around the idea of powers somehow swapping. Their powers were a literal part of them, how could anything switch them around?

“So... so you somehow have Twilight’s powers,” Wind said, and Warriors nodded. “Does that mean Twilight has yours?”

“I don’t know. But based on the whole wolf thing and the fact that I can hear so much as a pin drop, I definitely switched with Twilight,” Warriors said, then winced again. “Eugh. How does he deal with being able to smell everything? Or hear people breathing?”

Wind shrugged. “So... what was it like being a wolf?” he asked curiously.

“...Weird. We should get moving before the guards wake up,” Warriors said, dodging the question, and Wind sighed and nodded. Obviously Warriors didn’t want to talk about it.

...he’d get it out of him eventually though.

Wind looked down at his hands as Warriors moved to pick up Legend, flexing his fingers, and wondered suddenly if the same thing had happened to him.

Had he just gotten his powers blocked, or had he switched with somebody too? Was that why he couldn’t feel his winds?

Wind focused on himself for a second, trying to remember back to when he was smaller, and accessing his powers was more difficult. Normally there was a sense of the winds around him that he drew on, a thrum in his heart that moved in time with them, and he could usually draw on it with little to no effort.

That feeling wasn’t there anymore, but as Wind focused, he realized there was a different thrum inside of him now, one that felt blindingly strong.

Wind cautiously drew on it, but it was like turning on a firehose, and a flood of whatever power he had now came rushing at him, startling a yelp from his throat.

Warriors called his name, but Wind barely heard him, focused on the power rushing through his middle, spreading to his limbs and stretching out along his face. It was nearly overwhelming, but Wind held on against it, gritting his teeth as power buzzed all over throughout his skin.

The rush ebbed finally, enough that Wind could open his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was that the floor seemed a lot further away then it had before.

Also Warriors staring at him in shock.

“What?” Wind asked, then startled at the way his voice echoed.

“You... you also swapped,” Warriors said in a somewhat strangled voice.

Wind blinked, then looked at his hands, feeling the current of power run through him, feeling so powerful that he could probably punch his way through the walls if he had to.

Which meant...

“I got Dad’s, didn’t I?” Wind said.

Warriors sat back down.

“...Yep.”