#[ see he is a good boy anon ]

[bonefall]

⭕️Hey Bones! Is it ok if you explain and/or elaborate how Crowfeather is abusive to Breezepelt if please?⭕️

I do KNOW that crowfeather is indeed, abusive to Breezepelt, due to the fact that he emotionally and/or physically neglected him - with child neglect being known to BE a form of child abuse - and I also heard that he slashed and/or hit him within one of the books, which I believe is in the book Outcast, in chapter 16.

But I also wish people would talk and be informed about it more within the fandom, because in the parts of the fandom I’ve known portrayed Crowfeather’s neglect on Breezepelt as negative and bad, but not in a way that made me think and/or feel: “Wow, that’s pretty bad. That’s…actually abusive.” I suppose? So I hope more people will talk about it more in that type of way.

Also, please be aware that I have NOT read PoT, OoTS, etc. or barely any warrior cats books, since the majority of the information I got from the series is from the wiki and the fandom, so that probably explains why I didn’t know this part of Crowfeather’s character is as bad as it actually is until now. Also, feel free to talk about Crowfeather’s abuse on Breezepelt I haven’t mentioned and/or don’t know right now as well if you want.

I’m SO sorry that if this ask is unintentionally quite long, and feel free to make sure to take all the time you need to answer it. Thank you!

OH LET'S GOOOO

Breezepelt is both physically and emotionally abused by Crowfeather. I'm not talking about only child neglect; he is screamed at, belittled, and even once hit on-screen.

The fact that Crowfeather both neglected and abused him is very important to the canonical story of Breezepaw. There's actually a lot more to this character than people remember! Even from his first appearances he displays good qualities, a strained relationship with his father and adult clanmates, and is clearly shown to be troubled before we understand why.

As many problems as I have with the direction of Breezepelt's arc (especially Crowfeather's Trial), his setup is legitimately a praiseworthy bit of writing from Po3 which carries over into OotS. To say that Breezepelt was not abused is to completely miss two arcs worth of books SCREAMING it.

BIG POST. Glossary;

INTRO TO BREEZEPELT: The Sight and Dark River

ABUSE: Outcast, Social Alienation, the Tribe Journey.

DARK FOREST: How these factors push him towards radicalization.

For "brevity," I'm not getting into anything post-OotS. I'm just showing that Breezepelt was abused, the narrative wants you to know that he was abused, and that his status as a victim of child abuse is CENTRAL to understanding why he is training in the Dark Forest.

INTRO TO BREEZEPELT: The Sight and Dark River

Our very first introduction to Breeze is when Jaypaw walks off a cliff in the first book of Po3 and is rescued by a WindClan patrol. He's making snarky remarks, and Whitetail and Crowfeather are not happy about it. Whitetail snaps for Crow to teach his son some manners, and Crow growls for Breezepaw to be quiet.

But our proper introduction to him is at his announcement gathering, when Heatherpaw playfully introduces him as a friend,

From the offset something's not entirely right here between Breezepaw and his father. He's cut off by Heatherpaw here, but he's touchy whenever his father is involved, and we're not entirely sure why.

Throughout Book 1, he's just rude, with a notable xenophobic streak. He's a bit of a mean rival character for Lionpaw, as they're both interested in the affections of Heatherpaw and make bids to get her attention, but nothing particularly violent yet.

He participates in the beloved Kitty Olympics and gets buried in liquid dirt with Lionpaw, basically a rite of passage for any arc.

(And Nightcloud has a cute moment where she watches over them until they fall asleep)

As the books progress, the relationship between Crow and Breeze visibly deteriorates. They start from being simply tense with each other in The Sight, to the open shouting and hitting we see in Outcast.

In the very first chapter of Dark River, we learn where his behavioral issues are really coming from;

Crowfeather.

Breezepelt is getting xenophobia from his father. Occasionally he says something bigoted and his dad will agree and chime in, and those are the only positive moments they have together.

(Note: In contrast, Nightcloud explicitly pushes back against xenophobia, chiding Breezepelt for his rudeness to Lionpaw in back in The Sight, Chapter 21. The Sight is the book where a lot of "evidence" that the Evil Overbearing Woman is actually responsible for the rift between father and son but. No. She's not. Though she can be overprotective; Crow and Breeze have a bad relationship when she's not even around in Breeze's first appearance and even his Crowfeather's Trial Epiphany refutes it. Anyway this post isn't about Nightcloud.)

So he starts acting on his bigotry, accusing cats in other Clans of stealing, running really close to the border. What's interesting though, is that this is not entirely his doing. The first time we get physical trouble from Breezepaw, DUSTPELT aggressed it. Breezepaw and Harepaw were just chasing a squirrel and hadn't yet gone over the border at all.

We learn that WindClan is teaching its apprentices how to hunt in woodland, and tensions between the two Clans is starting to escalate as ThunderClan isn't entirely trusting of their intentions.

The second time, fighting breaks out over him and Harepaw actually crossing the border and catching a squirrel. WindClan is adamant that because it came from their land, it's their squirrel. So it's as if Breezepaw is modelling the aggression around him, learning how to behave from the older warriors and his father.

When he joins Heatherpaw and The Three to go find Gorsetail's kits in the tunnels, he's grouchy towards the ThunderClan cats, but very gentle with the kittens. Notably so. When Thistlekit is dangerously cold, he cuddles up next to her, and even assures Swallowkit when she's scared,

Through this entire excursion, he's the one in the comforting roles for the kittens. Breezepaw is the one who is taking time to tell the kits they'll be okay, that he'll protect them, and physically supporting them when they're weak, even when he's terrified.

And it's always contrasted to Heatherpaw who's way more 'disciplined,' as a side note. It's a detail I'm just fond of.

All this to point out,

Breezepelt displays his best qualities when he's away from the older warriors of WindClan, and he's at his worst whenever he's near Crowfeather. Even while he's essentially just a bully character for The Three to deal with. He's gruff but cooperative when it's just him and Heatherpaw interacting with The Three, but mean when there is an adult to please.

We're getting to the on-screen abuse now, but Po3 actually sets up Breezepaw's troubles and dynamics well before it's finally confirmed that he is a victim of child abuse.

ABUSE: Outcast, the Tribe Journey.

In Outcast, Breezepaw's problems have escalated into open aggression towards cats of other Clans, and is now a legitimate concern for his own safety. Yet, he's spoken over by older warriors, and reprimanded at nearly every opportunity, right in front of the warrior of another Clan.

Squilf just asked the poor kid how his training was going, and then Whitetail JUMPS to talk over him so she can complain, RIGHT in front of his face.

They can't even wait until they're alone to grumble something rude about Breezepaw, who is still just a teenager here;

They taught him already that a bit of prey that runs off their own territory still belongs to WindClan, encourage him to blow past borders in pursuit, and started a battle with ThunderClan over this. And then they're pissed off at him for being aggressive, thinking it's deserved to scold him in public.

When Onestar announces that he wants Breezepaw to go on the Tribe Journey, he's devastated by it...

Because he thinks WindClan doesn't like him, and he's right. He's gossiped about, torn into in front of a ThunderClan warrior, and even his own dad doesn't want to be around him. It's clear that Breezepaw's impulsive "codebreaking" behaviors are a desire to prove himself, and once you realize that, the way that he's being alienated is heartbreaking.

But Wait!! Hold on a minute! Where did he get a "patrol of apprentices" from to confront the dogs with, exactly?

Simple. Breezepaw CAN make friends! He actually values them a lot! So much that it's the first thing Crowfeather snaps at him over, out of frustration that his son is also being forced on this journey with him. It's an angry response to his child having emotional and physical needs, resentment that will continue all journey long.

Note that it's plural, friends. Breezepelt has multiple friends, at least one who is not Heatherpaw, and she promises to say goodbye to them.

Up next, they state over and over, Crowfeather and Breezepaw do not like each other. Crowfeather resents being around him and dealing with his rudeness, embarrassed and angry, and Breezepaw is absolutely miserable being sent on a journey to the mountains with a man who hates his guts.

The whole while, Crowfeather is brooding longingly about Feathertail, already thinking about her as soon as he kitty-kisses Nightcloud goodbye, his eyes looking somewhere distant. He makes a jab about loyalty when Breezepaw doesn't understand why they're helping the Tribe.

Breezepaw gets smacked after he's "shoved" at Purdy and acts rude to him, while the other three manage to be polite (while still having internal dialogue about how stinky he is).

Without so much as a, "cut that out," Crowfeather raises his paw and hits him. Breeze is quiet after that.

I don't give a shit how rude your teenager is being. Do not hit kids. Being throttled on the head is not okay.

In spite of the Three not liking Breezepaw, or even Crowfeather, they're constantly noting that their arguments are not normal, and that Crow is a cold, unsupportive father who digs into his kid constantly, and the only time he ever DOES "discipline" his child it's through immediately smacking him.

At one point, the apprentices get hungry, and decide to foolishly hunt in a barn that they know has dogs in it against Purdy's warnings. Once again, JUST like the first two books, Breezepaw is more friendly when Crowfeather is not around.

EVERY time he is alone with cats his own age, he's grumpy but cooperative. Even enthusiastic at times! The minute Crowfeather is in the picture, he's nasty.

Naturally, the dogs show up, but Purdy rescues them. Though Brambleclaw also chews his kids out (and i have strong opinions about bramble's parenting style for another time), Hollypaw is taken aback by the contrast of what a scolding from Brambleclaw looks like vs how Crowfeather reacts.

The narrative is desperately trying to tell you that the way Crowfeather treats his son is not normal.

And then Crowfeather is pissed off that Breezepaw is exhausted from running for his life from hungry dogs,

And he's constantly losing his shit whenever Breezepaw says something as innocuous as "dad im hungry"

Then, Breezepaw is made to watch his dad pine over the grave of a woman who died long before Crowfeather was even considering his mother for a mate. What he feels is jealousy, because he knows his own father doesn't love him anywhere near as much as he loves the memory of Feathertail.

This really goes on and on and on. The ENTIRE trip is like this, with Crowfeather treating Breezepelt poorly, giving him a smack before even verbally warning him, pushing him past his limits and blowing up on him when he asks simple questions about eating or resting.

It all comes to a head in this one exchange, towards the end. Hollypaw ends up snapping at Breezepaw for his rudeness, before having an epiphany.

It's explicit. Crowfeather's emotional abuse, his "scorn" for Breezepelt, is what is driving a wedge between him and all of his older Clanmates. Between EVERYONE in Breezepelt's life who wasn't already his friend. This awful treatment is only making him worse and worse.

Realizing this, she has more sympathy for him, but it's too late. He continues to be rude to her because he feels insulted, and her patience completely runs out. She's just a kid. They're both just kids. She's not responsible for fixing him when he's pushing everyone away at this point.

That's the end of Breezepelt in Outcast. It can't be helped anymore. Any spark of friendship they had together in the barn, or in the tunnels, is gone.

As the series progresses, Crowfeather continues to refuse any personal responsibility for the mistreatment of his son, even pinning all of Breezepelt's behavioral problems on Nightcloud. He is a cold, selfish father who only ever thinks about his own pain and reputation.

DARK FOREST: How these factors push him towards radicalization.

Everyone talks about the Attack on Poppyfrost, which happens in the first book of OotS, in oversimplified terms. YES he is going after a nun and a pregnant woman. I've never said that's not Bad.

But no one talks about "WHY", and that reason is NOT just that he desires power like so many other WC villains. Breezepelt makes his motivation very clear on the page.

Escalating to violence was about making Jayfeather feel the way that he does.

When Breezepelt says that he wants Jay to be surrounded by "lies, hatred, and things that should never have happened," he's talking about the way HE grew up, knowing his father never wanted him, and that his Clan HATES him as a result. Killing Poppyfrost is about trying to frame Jayfeather for her murder, so ThunderClan won't trust him anymore.

When Jayfeather points out the simple truth that what Breezepelt is saying doesn't make any goddamn sense, his hatred "falters." He's blaming his half-clan half-brother for his own treatment because of the reveal, but totally failed to consider that JAYFEATHER'S ALREADY GOING THROUGH IT... so his response is just this pitiful, "s-shut up, man."

Then the ghost of Brokenstar and Breezepelt bounce him back and forth between them like a beach ball for a bit until Honeyfern's spirit shows up.

Breezepelt's childhood abuse and social alienation was a hook that the Dark Forest latched onto, to reel him in. His anger at his half-brother is so obviously misplaced that its absurdity was something Jayfeather pointed out.

We soon learn that it's the Dark Forest who's planting that ridiculous idea in his head;

The narration is SCREAMING, "The Dark Forest is validating the anger he feels towards his father, and redirecting it towards The Three." He's described as 'kitlike,' Tigerstar's eyes are compared to a hypnotizing snake.

This prose could not make it more obvious if it drove to your house, beat you with it, and then spoon fed you the point while you were hospitalized.

At the end of this scene, Tigerstar sends Hawkfrost to recruit Ivypaw. This scene where Breezepelt is being lovebombed, and the command to start grooming Ivypaw, ARE LINKED. That was a choice.

A VERY GOOD choice! Again, as many issues as I have with OotS, its handling of indoctrination is unironically fantastic, and it owes a good amount of that to the outstanding setup of Breezepelt that was done back in Po3. And that setup doesn't work if Crowfeather was merely distant.

Breezepelt was abused by his father, both verbally and physically. It drove him to be more aggressive to prove himself, modeling the battle culture around him. The adults of WindClan judged him based off Crowfeather's responses, shunning and belittling the 'problem' teenager, which eventually drove Breezepelt to the only group that he felt "understood" him.

In a book series that is RIFE with abuse apologia, this is one of the few times that there's any behavioral consequences for abuse and the narrative holds the perpetrator accountable for it.

But people hear Crowfeather's deflective excuse in The Last Hope where he says he never hated him, blames Nightcloud for everything, and just lick it up uncritically.

Gee whiz, I wonder why the guy who never blames himself for any of his problems would suddenly say it was his ex-wife's fault. Real headscratcher!

(Crowfeather's Trial then goes onto, for all my own problems with it, also hold Crow accountable as the reason why Breezepelt turned out like he did. But that's a topic for another day.)

[li-nox]

It seems that, with Gerrard, they all adopt a strategy of "Keep your head down and survive."

Tommy obviously was friends with Chim by the time Hen arrived.

Tommy welcomed her with an open smile and curiosity before Gerrard shut it all down and enforced a line (that Chimney followed as well within the firehouse). When Hen is giving her speech, Chim and Tommy exchange looks, with Chim giving a minute nod.

The next time, we see her in the firehouse, she finds out that Gerrard got the boot, because several people reported him, and the narrative makes it clear, that those several people were Chim and Tommy (and maybe Sal, though Sal was very much Gerrard's good boy) Tommy was never racist to Hen, he made one snide comment about her being bitchy when Chim says she has "that east coast vibe". (a comment people claim comes from Tommy and is somehow racist?)

Chim actually complains later about her being standoffish later, as well. (Or "that's revenge for you making it so hard to be friends with you.) Even with Chim, yes, Tommy was extremely closed off, but, as Eli explains "You don't name the puppy before you're sure it's gonna survive." You're not making friends before you can be sure they stick around. And once Tommy was sure, he welcomed Chim with open arms.

And now, Gerrard has returned. And wonder of wonders... Chim keeps his head down and doesn't speak up. Hen keeps her head down and doesn't speak up. Eddie keeps his head down and doesn't speak up, when Gerrard is raining his abuse on people.

Does that mean they're all homophobic, racist, mysoginist? Or do they maybe just try to weather this storm, hoping it will pass soon without their careers in the gutter?

But they're POC, people will say. Well, yes. And Tommy is gay. He is as much a welcome target to Gerrard's hate as them, his only advantage is that he can live a complete lie and hide it, inventing a "girlfriend".

We've seen how well Gerrard took those news at the end of S7, when he took the first opportunity - completely unprovoked - to make a homophobic remark.

None of the accusations against Tommy hold up on closer scrutiny. Except for him being closed of and a bit of a dick to people until he gets to know them.

People just, for some weird and unsensical reason, need an excuse to hate Tommy to justifiy their ship, as if there can only be one ship.

This ain't Highlander.

I think that stands alone. 'm not tearing up. You are.

[ragnarokhound]

omg sweetie pie don’t talk about chains I’ll BLUSH. definitely never been into that…

How do you think the rest of the Batfam reacts to Jaytim finally happening (something along the lines of your secretary fic) ?

I think Cass knew how they felt before them, Damian is disgusted (but secretly pleased), Dick found out by walking in on them at Tim’s apartment, and Bruce had no idea and has none until Jason tells him point blank. Alfred? Somehow orchestrated the whole thing.

I'll keep that in mind babe ;) (*adds 'Spicy Hardware' to the budget)

Ohoho, that is a fun question, and one that I often have trouble answering because I am like a horse with blinders on when it comes to my hyperfixations and my ships OTL Jason and Tim usually get the brunt of my obsessive analysis, leaving only minimal room for other characters to squeeze their way in. RIPeroni you two ❤️

That being said, I'm a huge liar because I do actually have some Thoughts lol

It largely depends on the state of the verse we're in and how involved the others were in watching their courtship go down, so without further adieu, here's how I think the batfam would react to finding out about jaytim's newly minted relationship in my secretary!au fic:

So in Secretary!AU in particular, the others weren't involved to an almost suspicious degree 😳 Tim is losing his mind for a month over Jason daylighting as his secretary, and he never finds out anything resembling the truth from anyone? What??

Which of course means some of them were simply unaware because they don't give a shit or assume Tim isn't suffering (Damian, Duke, Bruce) and some ARE aware to some degree that this is unusual and came to their own conclusions. And promptly decided to stay out of it (Dick, Babs, Steph, Cass, Alfred - Duke might actually be here, it depends lol)

In particular, Steph hears Tim's mini rant/breakdown Day 1 and is simply too amused. Because she watched him suddenly start deflecting Jason's attention 3 months ago, and oh boy does this feel like a comeuppance. She's got popcorn and is asking things like, 'i dunno Tim, why do you think Jason followed you to the office where you have to reliably be?' and after all of it, when he shows up with a hickey after patrolling with Jason that night, she golf claps at him

Cass shrugs at Tim when he vents where she can hear, because she's been waiting for them to figure this out for like. A year now. She is surprised when Tim had his Jason-shaped epiphany because she knows that Tim has been Into Jason ever since that time in the park with Poison Ivy, and Jason called him a princess for getting particular about decon. (Similarly, Cass also knew that Jason has been low-key into Tim since the time before that, when Tim ugly laughed so hard at a joke Jason made at Dick's expense that he nearly inhaled a french fry). When they get together, she is standing next to Steph, also golf clapping because Steph told her it would be funny

Dick had to listen to Jason complain about Tim ghosting him a month or two into it (Jason and Dick were in each other's vicinity and Jason asked how Tim was doing. Dick said he was 'fine, why?' And Jason scowled and muttered, 'No reason. Feel like he's been dodging me, is all' and a tiny red alert pinged in the back of Dick's head) so when he hears that Jason is at Wayne Tower and that Tim is having vent sessions about it with Steph, his eyebrows shoot waaaay up. He kind of hopes that the Tower is still standing after Jason's done getting whatever vengeance he has in mind (Jason's prank war game is both legendary and unhinged). When he finds out what actually transpires (or rather, guesses what transpired), he has a small moment of relief because 'oh phew, is that all?' and then immediately BSODs because 'WAIT WHAT, IS THAT WHY YOU GUYS ARE CLAPPING--'

Babs quietly figured out why Tim was panicking pretty early because no one ghosts someone for having a good, fun, tbh flirty relationship for literally any other reason. She wondered vaguely if Jason was going to a) clock it and then b) do anything about it, and then equally quietly paused auto-uploads on Wayne Tower office footage so that she could make Tim review it instead. She simply Will Not be the one to log the data from Monday morning, thanks.

Damian did not and does not give a fuck. He briefly questions Todd's sanity. Then immediately discards that thought because it's Todd. He would like Grayson to quit yelling at that octave though, because his 'i'm secretly happy for you but also hurt that you didn't confide in me' shouting is very grating and makes Damian nervous.

Duke I'm on the fence about, but I lean towards 'i was sitting over on the bench' for him. He was so busy Staying In His Lane that he simply did not notice that this was happening. 'Uh, congrats, I guess?'

Bruce was keeping tabs on the situation. He does not plan to review the footage either. He has ten more gray hairs than he did yesterday, and is pondering how their relationship might affect their performance in the field, but trusts that Tim has likely thought through the ramifications and likely scenarios that should need to be compensated for. (Being involved with your teammate can be frightening and stressful; it could lead to strain between the two of you, and opens new vulnerabilities up for exploitation. But it can also be deeply, deeply rewarding. Hm.) (also shout-out to the one commenter who theorized that Bruce was the one on the other end of the phone call that Jason yanked the cord on. LMAO. ROFL, even.)

Alfred defuses the tension in the cave by reminding everyone to please finish their reports, and that there are refreshments in the dining room upstairs when they are finished, should anyone be joining the household for dinner tonight. He is very pointedly looking at Jason and Tim when he says this, because they Will be joining the household for dinner tonight, because it is the duty and privilege of a grandfather to tease his grandson (Jason) for having a boyfriend (Tim). Idk if Alfred called it in quite the same way as Cass, but he knew there was something interpersonal they needed to work out, and also that Tim has had a crush on Robin for his Entire Life, so he's not exactly surprised.

...aaaand sorry if I skipped anyone, but that's my list lol

[zivazivc]

https://open.spotify.com/track/14UiJ7VaTWsG41YYAs6uha?si=O_wQSPfvRgexvWahmsbcng floyd song

I struggled a bit to figure out what song you sent because I don't have spotify and sometimes these links don't want to open ksjbdvb. but YOOOOO Floyd in the bottle song, hell yeah, thank you anon! you are strong, floyd, we love you

Please take my own (bipolar, ex bandmates au) Floyd in the bottle song, where he's going a bit mental from being trapped and having to think about his life 🤲

[maybemeursault]

look okay it's bad to erase marvin's canonical sexuality and the fact that She Likes Men but i literally genuinely with all my heart think that she is a trans woman

[daisychainsandbowties]

the thing i love most about baby animals is when you look into their eyes and see nothing - their head is completely empty - no thoughts

AND THEN when they start talking, having thoughts, their eyes just 🥰 - like damn - seeing animals just gain thoughts 💭

i look at old pictures of my dogs and it’s so funny 😆

you’re so right i love seeing their little personalities develop 😭😭💖💖 until they become these little idiosyncratic guys who live in your house and only eat tinned tuna that’s been in the fridge and think windows are the best thing to immediately barge out onto so they can dangle their dumb tail over a fatal drop. i love seeing sushi get cuter and smarter and weirder every day 🥹🥹😭💖💖💖

here’s a little vid of him from literally five minutes ago

[ssreeder]

AHHHHH sssreeeedy,

this chapter made me so emotional!!! i can‘t deny I love some zukka cuddles and sweetness but I really enjoyed the more confrontational scenes and the angst. It’s nice that they’re finally being honest and actually talking

I can’t wait for next chapter!!!!! byebyeee:)

They needed to have a confrontation where zuko was able to put his foot down and find his voice. He’s been such a floater recently just vibing and going through things without really engaging in anything so it’s kind of nice to see sokka pull an emotional reaction out of him. Zuko will talk a LOT more next chapter I think the damn thing is 75% zuko haha so I guess get ready for that haha. thanks for the ask <333

[theokusgallery]

#if you had any hope nick could ever be redeemable here's your sign that that's just not gonna happen

Bold of you to assume we don't want to make him worse

LMAO that's the spirit

[sumquiasum]

no nuance allowed- did FP love jughead?

Yes.

[toutallyahoe]

I’ll never get over how Resident Evil characters sound like they’re getting their backs blown when they’re supposed to be hurt or tired. I remember when I first played Re2 remake I just sat listening to Leon’s groans and sighs when he was hurt for like 20 minutes.

The closest I got was when (spoiler just in case) Ada and Luis meet he’s like groaning and I was salivating because he’s so hot

im more of a ethan winters pathetic noises kind of guy because ethan just sounds so... he sounds like he is getting his back blown out every pained noises he makes and damn does he make my inner sadist quaking. but yeah, relate to that, especially dbd leon pained noises lmao. you dont know how long i spend on audio line videos of the two

and akdvakdnkkdbut fuck that scene was just so good? and no, not just talking about the ass shot but like, luis looks so pathetic in that scene and i love it. god he is so pretty, his ass needs to be destroyed

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 4

Whispered voices filled the dungeon. Quiet, their words traveled only so far as an arm could reach, the murmur of something dark echoing in rolling waves that masked the truth of the matter.

A smile filled the dark, jagged.

In the same moment, a key jingled in a frozen steel lock.

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The life of an Emperor was difficult. Any mistake could be fatal for either his warriors or himself. He had to be on guard eternally, for usurpers would not miss the chance. So, it was a surprise when he drifted off, systems powering down one by one until the world faded into the background of routine system maintenance that he didn’t even remember ignoring. Caches of information were completely wiped from his memory, unneeded in their triviality.

It was mid reboot when the pain hit. It crackled up his circuits and splintered into spiderwebbed cracks, bleeding something sickeningly thick onto the ice of his throne even as he stood, one hand finding the blade of the weapon and halting it in its tracks. His vision returned in staticy, flickering images, glitching at the sides and blinding him to the identity of his attacker.

When the usurper hissed, The Emperor snarled a mangled word in return, ice blazing from between his teeth and rising in sharp, arching spires that hit the ceiling of the hall with such a thunderous noise that the sky may fall from the force of it. “Traitor!” The second attempt at speech walled off the entrance to the hall with a thick sheet of ice so dark that it blocked the light from beyond.

His assailant fell back, skipping down the steps with light feet and snapping vitriol at him in echoes of noise. Noise. Too much Noise.

The static faded in patches as he followed them down, ice cracking and breaking in his wake as his rage fueled the staff to spread his power. His gaze landed on the form of his attacker.

A woman. He remembered her as one of the formlings he’d imprisoned for questioning not days ago. Older than the girl the Boy brought with him by far, she was wrinkled in her age, tales of her adventures written on her skin in a mural painted in sunspots and creases.

The Emperor’s staff hit the ground, and it was over. Too slow to move, the woman faced the full brunt of a shard of ice. It hit her mid-chest, and from his perch atop the last step to his throne, he heard something crack. When the first drop of blood fell, he turned to sweep a harsh eye over the destroyed main hall.

Frozen spires raised high, burying themselves into the ceiling and sending shards of wood down upon him in flakes. Dark ice blocked every entrance, blocking off his army and shadowing the entry hall unpleasantly. The Emperor exhaled in a short, tense hiss.

A tiny hand pressed itself into his stomach, followed quickly by another as a soft voice not yet even broken by age piped up from his middle. “What happened?” He almost forgot. The Boy. A check at his side, and the removal of a blade the length of his own forearm revealed a gash crumpling the metal of his body. Sparks bled out in short, quick bursts, following the trail of an oozing, blue liquid. “Z—uh—Ice Emperor?”

“A traitor.” The weapon hit the ground with a sharp clatter as the ice softened, melting into nothingness as The Emperor stalked down the rest of the climb to his throne. “Nothing of your concern, Boy.”

“You’re bleeding.” Then, quieter, “I didn’t know you could bleed.” It wasn’t meant for The Emperor, he was sure, but the very concept of it made him quicken his stride some, turning down the winding corridors his personal quarters laid in. To some extent, he was glad his past self had the forethought to make the palace grand, yet not overly large, as he managed to reach his quarters in less than a minute by his internal clock’s timing.

Still, he managed a quick, raspy “don’t touch it” on his way, even as his pain sensors ran wild with their alarm.

Squirreled away in his locked room, he struggled out of his armor and shirt, grimacing at the blue fluid that dripped in sluggish pulses from the rupture in his side. The vague idea to simply open his front panel and retrieve the child was a dangerous one, he decided after no more than a moment’s contemplation. He had no idea what the blue fluid could do to the Boy, though he knew it served some purpose as a way to prevent his temperature regulation liquids from freezing, what the compound would do to a human was beyond him.

So, with the voiceless warning of his synthetic stomach cinching along its base to prevent any contamination, The Emperor arched his back and gagged, forcing the Boy back into his throat, despite his yelping protest. From there, it was a simple reversal of the process of swallowing, made infinitely easier and far less disorienting when his systems weren’t fighting him for it.

The Boy rolled into the back of his teeth with a squeak, The Emperor’s tongue holding him in place while he raised a platform out of ice from the ground, and, upon giving it a second more to think, placed his already-ruined shirt on top for good measure. The Emperor promptly tore his mouth guard off and dropped the Boy directly onto the platform, having to take care to not raise his blue-stained hands to help stabilize him.

He tried to ignore the little hiss of a sharp breath as the Boy looked down at the dripping gash along his side, instead turning to examine it with a sharp eye.

The metal was completely crumpled, for one. Pressed inward until it couldn’t dent any more and creating harsh, jagged edges where it broke. Inside, scores of wires sparked and sizzled when they made contact with each other, and it was only his built-in redundancies that left him mostly functional after so many had been severed.

Far in the back, hidden between plating, and protected by most of his other life functions, his synthetic stomach oozed blue near its base, dripping sluggishly from a single tube cut clean through. The Emperor clicked his teeth, frustrations leaking through the sides of his mouth in the form of cold mist. The wires were an easy fix—he still had some of the black adhesive he’d awakened with, and though he may need to find a suitable replacement soon, it would be enough to last him through at least another year.

The slit lining of his stomach, however, could pose a problem. For the moment, though, he busied himself with bending his metal skin away from his far more delicate insides.

“Are you okay?” The Boy’s teeth chattered when he spoke, but The Emperor could hardly work with him taking up his mouth. It would be a distraction. He didn’t look up, something in the back of his processor telling him it would make him feel bad for the child.

His front panel was beginning to ooze blue, as well, though he didn’t have a shirt on to ruin, so he supposed it didn’t matter. What bled would simply trail down his armor to be cleaned later. “I am fine.” In the corner of his vision, the Boy shifted, The Emperor’s discarded clothing pulled up to his shoulders as he quivered.

Right. He wasn’t supposed to look.

The Emperor turned back to himself, producing a roll of adhesive strips from a chest compartment before taking the time to slowly weave the braided wires back together, wrapping the entire thing when he finished. It left the things notably less flexible than before, and they tugged painfully where they were anchored if he moved too quickly, but he would need to have more copper thread manufactured before he could fix it properly.

He bent the last piece of metal skin back into place, and his front panel opened in the same moment. Wires and functional components cleared away at a hand’s push, revealing the oozing synthetic organ that sent warnings blaring in The Emperor’s brain. A slice ran from a quarter of its width, slit straight through the metal mesh that allowed it structure, and eviscerating the important tubing within. His mind, however, lingered little on that idea, instead forming a new one quite quickly. A few more inches, and the blade could have very well skewered the Boy. 

He found words spilling from behind his teeth, quiet and… soft, almost as he all-but hummed. The nigh-noiseless atmosphere of the room was too much for him to break. “You may leave here.”

“Huh?” From the sound of it, the Boy jolted when he was addressed, the shift of cloth filling the otherwise-empty room as The Emperor scowled at his hemorrhaging stomach. This would not be a simple fix. He could feel it in the way his mind interpreted its warning signs as burning, searing pain that flared up his side in flickering waves. In the way the metal mesh and silicone combination laid in manufactured perfection.

He would have to burn it closed.

“I would not chase you down. An emperor’s palace is no place for a child.” Something made it feel right. A memory, perhaps. Buried deep. Someone he knew. “You are no threat to me, Boy. I do not think that you ever were, really.” For now, The Emperor staunched the bleeding with his ice, freezing a column up through the dripping tube. It was difficult. The liquid resisted freezing enough for frost to form on the surrounding pieces before it stopped, and the resulting cold was enough for his system to raise a plethora of new warnings. He did his best to ignore them when he turned back to the Boy. “You may leave.”

The Boy did little more than stare at him. For long enough that The Emperor wo—debated—if he’d frozen solid, the Boy’s only action was to stare.

Then, as if the Boy had lost any sense at all, he spoke as though he wasn’t facing an Emperor, flippantly replying “Nah.”

A huff of frost that crystalized along the Emperor’s newly-replaced mouth guard, light enough that it couldn’t spill over the edge. His irritation at a child could only go so far… well, this child. “You will not find your friend here.”

The Boy shook his head, and when he stumbled to his feet, he drug The Emperor’s stained shirt (currently being used as some combination of blanket and cloak) with him. His expression wrinkled his nose and raised a brow, almost as if he found The Ice Emperor silly. “I’m not looking for him anymore.”

A head poked out of his door was enough to call a servant for spare clothes, and only after the footsteps had faded did he turn back to the Boy, brow raised. “Why is that?” There was no way he could have simply given up. The Boy had too much drive behind his voice for that. Did he plan to break the prisoners out?

“I just don’t think I need to look for him.” The Boy’s smile was wide—all sharp teeth and closed eyes. The Emperor detected no lie in his voice. “I’m okay here.”

It was an effort to freeze the blue liquid off his hands… what had seeped under the gloves, at least, but once it had crystalized, it was a simple matter to remove. The Boy, however, cringed at the sound of metal on metal. “I suppose I cannot begrudge you that.” He could, actually. He was the Emperor, and his palace was his to rule. He simply… didn’t want to. A novel feeling, really, when it came to the inclusion of someone so… purposeless to his army.

A shirt and a new pair of gloves slid under his door atop what likely used to be a semi-decorative serving platter. Serving platters, however, had little use for a hungerless leader. The thought let something uncomfortable settle in the back of his mind. He decided not to think too much on it, and instead slipped back into his normal attire, armor and all. The weight of it was heavy across his shoulders, but in a way that was something… comforting, even if it did make the most horrendous clanging noises when he moved too quickly. “What’s your name, Boy?”

Why he asked the question, he couldn’t tell himself or anyone. Really, it slipped from him on a whim. The bright—soft. Kind—smile the boy sent him in return, however, was more than enough motivation to not regret it.

“Lloyd.”ice

[skeletalheartattack]

More kazooieposting because why not. What's your favourite stage theme?

let's see... with kazooie, it's probably clankers cavern because i just really like clanker. he's so cool and i like hanging out with him.

with tooie, while i feel like it's everyones favourite, it's gotta be witchy world. it's just such a fun world overall that it's hard to pick anything else.

[no1ryomafan]

In Armageddon almost every getter ryoma pilots dies gruesomely. Like everyone remembers the first one because how can you forget the imagery of what's basically a headless bloody corpse limping towards ryoma, the black getter ends up spurting oil from everywhere in a way that's eerily reminiscent of someone spewing blood from every orifice and sure the shin getter doesn't die on screen but it looses both its arms before the shine spark. Like this man wrecks anything getter related.

Ryoma is the kind of guy to embody “I am not scared of death because death has to FIGHT me” but also generally pours his all into the Getter because he understands the machine more than anyone. (Who isn’t Saotome or Go anyways) He moves in perfect synchronization with Shin Getter near the end, he literally matches the movements of the levers to the movements the robot makes-he’s that fucking extra which I love him for-he has YEARS of experience piloting the robot that even being in jail for 3 years didn’t throw him off as he was able to go through a army of getter dragons, and he made his OWN GETTER out of spare parts. His getters do fail apart easily out of the fact he does over do it a bit yes, but Ryoma also KNOWS what he’s doing and situation he’s in are so dire that the getter is the one to cost it’s life so he can see another day. (Though arguably not with the last instance) Either way, I think them dying gruesome is more so a reflection of how much of a glass cannon the Getter is and how pushing it will lead to damage, even if the trade off tends to be the damage done was worth it. Especially in the finales context with Ryoma juicing up Shin Getter with so much energy from Shin Dragon that his team almost died, but it worked to stop the Invaders once and for all. Ryoma brings out the Getters full potential and while the machine can’t keep up with it, the work he does is always in favor of the greater good in the end as his heart is in the right place despite how violent he is.

[catman-draws]

I think you should work out the wonkiness with a dancestor you don't particularly care for/don't have a lot of practice drawing. Maybe they(the wonkiness & lack of practice) will cancel each other out

Horse Fans, come get y'all's juice

[despairforme]

How is your gym progress, Nnoi?

His face lit up with genuine excitement. Was someone actually asking him about this? There weren't many things in his life that brought forth positive emotions in him. Those things were pretty much limited to his job, which he'd be happy to talk about. The second - yeah, that would be the progress me made at the gym. He knew that without the time he'd been spending at the gym, his mental state would've been a lot worse. Granted, he always felt better in summer than during the other seasons - but autumn was here already, and so far so good. He hadn't fallen into the fucking pit of hopelessness he'd usually be dwelling in.

Nnoitra had always been interested in working out. It was a given, since being STRONG was so important to him. He'd never felt like he was weak though, so he hadn't had that "need" to do strength-training. That was one of the reasons why it had taken him so long to enter the gym. Another reason ( and the biggest one ), was that he really hadn't wanted to be around a lot of big guys who had the builds he wished for. His entire life, Nnoitra had been incredibly skinny. Being so thin had brought him unwanted attention and comments. He HATED looking like a goddamn twig someone could snap in half. He didn't just want to BE strong, he wanted the reality of his strength to be reflected on the outside as well. Not having a body that matched his actual strength... Was SHIT. Of course it was BECAUSE of his body that he was so strong. Nnoitra had long, lean muscles, which in practical terms made him MUCH stronger than any beefed-up guy.

He'd always thought that if he entered a gym, he'd feel uncomfortable as hell. That the other guys at the gym would make fun of him ( which would mean he'd have to fucking break their face, of course ). He'd also thought that he'd just prove to himself that he wasn't as strong as he thought. His strength was something he mostly proved through fighting, and that did not only require physical strength, but also skill. With lifting weights? It was pretty much ALL about muscle strength. Nnoitra hadn't wanted to psyche himself out by failing to lift. YET ANOTHER reason why he hadn't wanted to go to the gym was that he knew there was no way he'd make actual progress, seeing as he couldn't put on weight, and thus he couldn't build muscle.

At some point though, he'd just decided FUCK IT. He wasn't going to be be some pussy about it. He was going to at least try a day at the gym. Nnoitra's depression often kept him from trying new things, so this was... A big deal to him, even if it might not sound like much.

As it turned out, his fears and worries had been pointless. He wasn't weaker than he thought - in fact he was much stronger. His awkward build made it so doing certain weight-lifting exercises was pretty difficult, but he had quickly figured out the right techniques. Sure, he'd thought himself as pretty strong, but seeing it so CLEARLY? It was INCREDIBLY satisfying, and boost his confidence in a way he'd never imagined. He hadn't gotten any shit for the way he looked either. At first, he'd gone to the gym when there was hardly anyone around ( everyone was just working out with earbuds anyway ), but now he went whenever he wanted. Nobody had dared to approach him. It was wild, how NONE of what he thought would happen, had happened.

And when it came to the progress he was making? Nnoitra grinned.

❝ What'cha think? ❞ He was not going to flex his muscles, because yeah, he was just as skinny as he'd always been. Now that he was working out so much he had to consume massive amounts of food just to keep his weight and not lose muscle-mass. ❝ Turns out ya don't gotta look like some beefy gym dude 'ta be strong. Wish someone would challenge me 'ta some arm-wrestling soon! So that I can break their arm! ❞ He barked out a laugh. Damn, he FUCKING LOVED being THE STRONGEST!

[m1d-45]

Truth to be told, I was not a huge fan of the SAGAU. I just thought it was a bit of a wasted potential, the themes just being played around in my opinion (everyone can like whatever) BUT then I came across your writing? Yes, I think I've grown rather fond toward it now. It was like finding gold in a mine... Words put together intricately, so beautifully, the symbolism subtle if not one squints to recognize, and just... *chef's kiss*

Very in love with your work ❤ have a great day/night, ty for bringing new light on the SAGAU for me!

thank you so much <33 i’m glad to know i’ve interested you in the genre, and though i can’t point you in any directions, i do reccomend you poke around a bit more online! there are a lot of great writers around, and i’m grateful you think i’m one of them!

enjoy your stay!