#Spark Liger

[escapistsatellite]

The Real Variants

So these are zoids that are developed from Blade & Shield Liger that have not, to my knowledge, appeared independently in any media or canons outside of video games or literature.

Firstly the Shields

The Spark Liger appears once in the Official Fan Book Vol 2, in the Zoids Modification Project section. One thing I don't understand about it's load-out is the Wiki articles claim of "electron strike claws"; according to the Iron Bible zoid index, the Strike Claws that are standard to the configuration of both OG Shield Ligers and Saber Tigers/Fang are already electromagnetic & discharge electricity into their target. But overall the Spark Liger is one of my favorite members of this group!

I would have loved to see the Spark Liger featured in an anime or 3D game.

The Blade Liger:

Although it is not specified on the list, I am of the position that the high-output ion boosters mounted on blade arms make yet another appearance on the Slash Liger, which approximating from the Blade Liger means that this zoid has 3 total boosters

Slash Liger appeared in an old webcomic entitled ZOIDS Delusional War Record, the 2nd chapter of which can be viewed here: zoids.fandom.com/wiki/Lidier?so=search#Models

Also: https://zoidsuniverse.com/2019/10/30/rz-028-slash-liger-custom/

The Snipe Liger is probably the biggest stand-out of this family: it is so dedicated to being a run' n' gunning specialist that it doesn't even have a set of jaws.

According to the fandom wiki this zoid appeared in a Zoids Battle Story webcomic, possibly Delusional War Record, but I'm not sure at this time.

[pocoslip]

I wasn't excited about Transformers Zoids at First but if they do Liger Zero Ultra Magnus, I might Buy One Maybe

(If they did do Liger Zero White Magnus, I hope they keep his Eyes Red like the White Liger Zoids)

[ligerzeroschneider]

Zoids News: Realize Model Series

Part of Takara Tomy's T Spark project, Realize Models are a new line of 1/100th scale models that offer both poseability and affordability.

The announced line up is:

RMZ-001 Blade Liger

RMZ-002 Geno Saurer

RMZ-003 Command Wolf

RMZ-004 Helcat

RMZ-005 Molga

With several more Zoids teased!

The RMZ-001 Blade Liger and RMZ-002 Geno Saurer are set to release February 2025 and are up for preorder now!

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated : APRIL 1996

close-up: THE KID

Part 2

Transcript Below!!!

At 6’2” and 212 pounds, The Kid hardly looks like the typical professional wrestler … But he isn’t typical: the six year veteran is a high-flying, high-risk, aerial artist who has scored several shocking upsets simply because he’s willing to take chances … Spent most of his early years competing for Minneapolis-based Pro Wrestling America … As The Lightning Kid, he won the PWA light heavyweight title in both 1990 and 1991 … He also held the PWA tag team title (with Jerry Lynn) and the PWA TV title … Moved to texas and won the Global Wrestling Federation junior heavyweight title twice in the second half of ‘91 … Later accepted an offer to wrestle in Japan and battled such superstars as Jushin Liger, El Samurai, Ultimo Dragon, and The Great Muta … Lost most of those matches, but gained valuable experience … arrived in the WWF in April 1993 hardly made a splash … Lost his debut match to Louie Spicolli … Also lost to mid-carders such as Doink the Clown and Mr. Hughes, The Kid scored one of the biggest WWF upsets ever by pinning Razor Ramon on May 17 WWF Monday Night Raw … Kid seemed as shocked as everyone in the building … From that point on, fans called him the 1-2-3 Kid … Also pinned Terry Taylor and Ted DiBiase on several occasions … Just as impressive were two victories over former AWA World Champion Rick Martel … Jerry Lawler started poking fun at him on segments of “King’s Court” … Moved up as high as fourth in the WWF ratings in 1993 … Was pinned by Irwin R. Schyster at SummerSlam ‘93 … Lost by countout to Marty Jannetty in a thrilling match on August 31, 1993, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Kid was injured when he misfired on a daring dive and hit a steel railing. Jannetty helped him back to the dressing room … Went in a slump after suffering a series of embarrassing losses to Doink … Also lost to Bastion Booger because of interference by Johnny Polo … Polo pushed Kid off the top rope, leading to the pin … Helped protect Ramon from an attack by Schyster, Diesel, Adam Bomb, and Martel after Ramon won his first Intercontinental title, on September 17, 1993 … At the 93’ Survivor Series, he teamed with Jannetty, Ramon, and Randy Savage to defeat IRS, Diesel, Martel, and Bomb … Wrestled well, but made one mistake too many and lost a crucial RAW against Shawn Michaels … Michaels twice power-bombed Kid before Ramon came to his rescue … Won his first major title on January 10, 1994, when he and Jannetty teamed to beat The Quebecers for the WWF World tag team title; Kid pinned Jacques following a flying bodypress from the top rope … Lost the belts back to The Quebecers one week later … Kid stunned Jeff Jarrett in the quater-finals of the 1994 King of the Ring tournament, but was piledrived by “Double-J” three times afterward … There was no doubt as to whether Kid would be ready for the semifinals later that evening, but after a bried delay, he came out and lost a tough match to Owen Hart … Owen went on to win King of the Ring … Had a thrilling match with WWF World champion Bret Hart on July 1, 1994. Kid kicked out of several pin attempts, shocked Bret with a spinning savate kick, but erred by trying a dropkick from the top rope. Bret moved out of the way and Kid landed on his back. Bret won by submission to the “sharpshooter” … In a battle of aerial artists on August 15, 1994, Kid won by disqualification over Owen Hart after Jim Neidhart interfered. Owen then locked Kid in a “sharpshooter” for several minutes … Teamed with Ramon, Fatu, Davey Boy Smith, and Sionne to beat Jarrett, Diesel, Neidhart, Owen Hart, and Michaels at the 94’ Survivor Series. The Kid, however, was one of the first wrestlers eliminated … Teamed with newcomer “Man O’ War” Aldo Montoya in matches against The Heavenly Bodies and others … Teamed with Bob “Spark Plugg” Holly to beat Bam Bam Bigekow and Tatanka in a tournament final for the vacant WWF World tag team title at the 95’ Royal Rumble … But glory didn’t last long. One night later in Palmetto, Florida,The Smokin’ Gunns beat The Kid and Holly for the belts …

[cyberdragoninfinity]

*slides in, falls over a table* so I heard you like zoneporia :3

(you actually got me pretty on board with it and I just wanna hear you ramble about it, only if you want to though)

YESS....HAHA, YESS!!!!!!!!!!! <--*WITH EACH PERSON ZONEPORIAPILLED BY MY HAND I GROW STRONGER*

i tend to fare better with specifics rather than just broad rambles, especially being just not a very shipbrained person in general, but hmm....mm....... god I just like them. So Much. I love you old people I love you the marriage of flesh and machine under the embrace of divinity i love your God and His Most Loyal Archangel i love you MESSY NASTY BREAKUPS!!!!

I'm an aro/demiromantic Aporia truther, i'll analyze ships through the lens of the beautiful ways aromantic people love and interact with the people they care about until i collapse into the earth, and there is never not something that warms me very deeply thinking about Aporia going through life under the assumption the feelings he felt for Eurea were a once in a lifetime occurrence, only to find a spark of joy and companionship once again decades later amidst a Polycule of THe Oldest Men You Can Possibly Imagine. In the glory of a man seeing himself as God. Aporia THE 'not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)' of all time to me. He gave Z-one everything. Z-one gave him everything he could. they are both such deeply fucked up miserable unwell people and in the wake of Paradox and Antinomy's deaths they deserve only each other. Miss me with "first loves," we're on LAST LOVES NOW!!! A love burning in the embers of the literal last two people alive on Earth!!!! Z-one's chasing an Aporia that died However the Fuck Long Ago while the Aporia he brought back carries every weight asked of him and wants nothing but to share the hope he was reminded of with Him.

and z-one FUCKING KILLS HIM FOR IT!!! LIT HIM ON FIRE IN FRONT OF CHILDREN!!! YEAH SURE I'LL BE NORMAL ABOUT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im just obsessed with them. it's my god given duty to hook people on this dynamic that's just THERE. IN THE TEXT. MESSY AND VIOLENT AND TRAGIC. Their duel is the visual yugioh equivilent of your parents having a fight in the kitchen. Live performance of "The Chain" (Fleetwood Mac) ass duel. Divorce is real in Yugioh 5D's. They make me sick in the head and I cannot apologize anymore for this. Z-one doing delicate mechanical operation on Aporia's beat up robot body is one of Yugioh's most absolute This Too Can Be Gay Sex scenes. christ alive. and now theyre back in Duel Links and their entire dynamic is getting localized and it's making me explode.

ETERNAL FRIENDS. THEY WOULD FIND AND DIVORCE AND/OR KILL EACH OTHER IN EVERY LIFETIME. GRANDPA AND GRANDMA. GOD AND HIS PET LIGER. ZONEPORIA HOPELESSSHIPPING NUMERO UNO!!!!!

[loreladumbrava]

The love that I have for you I shall give it back to me.

I have to let you go and find a way so I could be free.

You occupy my mind since waking up until asleep.

My heart won't get tired to feel you in 5d.

Days are passing by and you're still not here with me,

You have your reasons to keep the distance and pull aside of me.

I feel the spark between us is still there, growing,

Regardless nothing happened yet, the chemistry keeps flowing.

I feel everything you go through even if you're not with me,

When you're tired, or emotional,

When you are thinking of me,

When you exercise or working,

When falling asleep,

I think I even felt you when you was high,

I am connected to you, day and night.

I don't know why this is happening.

Connecting to you is like healing energy.

I know you need tones of good light

To get well quickly and start enjoying life.

But so you know, you can do anything you want,

The power is in you, just have to decide.

I wish you best of luck in finding out yourself

On the paths that God is showing for yourself.

You cracked me open and I think I did you too,

Since we first met and talked, our souls flew high together, very close and tight.

It felt like a blast of stars colliding

That erased all that was left ligering

Dragging me down unconsciously

You cleansed my soul as I was receiving you consciously.

It felt powerful and real, unique without equality.

Like to opposites of magnets crashing out collapsing.

Wondering what will follow when the dust settles..

I feel like this is far from over, all is still up in the air.

But as much as I would love you, I have to let you go..

And give to myself the love I cannot give you in the physical world..

I can only send you my love and wishing you well,

Healing and sending you the best thoughts in the world,

And return back home into myself and trust

That Universe will provide answers, and everything, at the right time.

🙏

[nedsseveredhead]

Tagged by @tamaslin my beloved 💞

My Top 10 Favorite Films (also not in order these fluctuate by mood)

1. John Carpenter’s The Thing

2. Donnie Darko (i know i know)

3. Felidae

4. Moulin Rouge!

5. Unicorn Wars

6. Friday the 13th: Jason Takes Manhattan

7. Willy’s Wonderland

8. Sorry to Bother You

9. Boondock Saints 1 & 2

10. Van Helsing

11 (BONUS). Cloverfield, i stopped liking it as much when they tried to make it a weirdly connected series but the OG sparked my love of found footage films

I tag whoever wants to do this tbh, but also @swagcred @maxtuscactus @the-stray-liger

[4me4you]

4me4you features PUSHING INNOVATION ..

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[lifewiththelulus]

At school they take a field trip to a petting zoo, Fume starts taking an interest in animals.

He’s already loves dogs, and once he sees more exotic animals he starts to want to learn more about them.

I can only imagine his face the first time he saw a fire tiger

He was in LOVE

He starts wanting Tiger strips on everything, his backpack, pencils, and jackets

Him really really wanting to go to the zoo and Vapor and Bog surprise him by going there on his birthday

Omfg Him being so fuckin happy he's holding both of their hands and dragging them to all the exhibits and bouncing up and down

Him absolutely giggling and smiling when they lift him up and swing him off his feet as they walk It's the first time in a while he goes the whole day without a meltdown

Fire + Tiger = Figer

A water lion + fire tiger= steam liger

Even bigger and made of steam like him!

Imagine the first time he sees one though. He starts crying and pointing at it and looks up at vapor with tears in his eyes "He's like us!"

Vapor tells him to put on his figer striped jacket, before they get in the car, He felt finally gets to see one and tries to roar like one! <:’3

Soooo Idea Aurora noticing Willow is writing romantic poetry again and getting super worried for her because of what happened last time

Willow doesn't even realize she's doing it lol She hasn't really been showing signs of liking anyone until then so Aurora is convinced she's thinking about Andi again lol

Probably because her love songs involve an air person maybe perhaps

Omg the steam liger, the zoo keeper tells Fume that it came from a bad place, where they force water lions and fire Tigers to make steam livers for money, and treated them very poorly. But they took him away from that place and making sure they are being cared for everyday.

Fume feeling even more contented to it

That sparks something in him to go into animal and wildlife conservation

He starts bringing home books about animals and study them quietly when normally he'd play videogames

He starts to funnel his anger into this instead of raging he starts learning about what he can do to help It becomes a good outlet for him

He'll talk about it to Vapor and bog constantly, and has a burning passion when he talks about how they gotta help He's super upset to find out he's not old enough to volunteer at the animal shelter

Imagine him being intranced by documentaries on tv

First time he sees a documentary about some lions hunting he was silent and crawled up to sit in front of the TV

Sometimes it's a fight to get him to settle down so this would probably be what he does before bed now

When it's his turn for movie night he always picks something with animals

[leaveharmony]

Fffff per your question, the archives are a goddamn mess right now and missing well over half their content so idk if you could find it easily even if I could determine which show, but, I would tend to do gifs the day after a show, and this was posted on Oct 19th, 2019, which would have been somewhere on the Road to Power Struggle tour, probably. PROBABLY the show in question was on the 18th (or even the 19th, they used to get subtitle up faster), but like...as I say, right now it's not even on World as far as I can tell so I cannot confirm this. I have a vague memory that it might have been a hontai team he was talking about, or a CHAOS one, but again...without a way to check bc they tanked the whole archive I can't even find it listed on Cagematch lol

...Ok had a spark, checking 38 pages back in the Results on the other site, it seems that on Oct 19th itself DOUKI and Despy teamed against Liger and Rocky Romero, so gut instinct this was probably the comments from that match, phew.

Just like, good luck finding it rn lol.

Despy is just me whenever someone targets Tana’s arm/knee

[kindtobechurlish]

Imagine being “abstracted”, and you are just like that woman who didn’t understand the Jewish boycotts in Nazi Germany. You see what that Kike did to get in the game, and he engaged axis, engine of war, and by language you question if everything was a shill. I would know what to do with words, and in words words are exposed, and now you see something that couldn’t be avoided.. least you not pick up arms. Now, I would be interested to see immigration policy in Nazi Germany, while America was facing a Great Depression.. and in that Kike not being native to Germany, Palestine and Poland was as the same, I would like to really see more detail about a mangle.. but, I only have what I have. So, I know in the 20’s Germany was pushing doctrine of social democrats, and Hitler got his edge due to an aging president.

Katie is mad at me, and I’m mad at her. She says something is not that serious, i personify species. The child, if I did, I would have with Katie would be as a liger - and it’s my job to persuade the boy it be a lion again. Why would I want that? “I have a white mom.” Omg. I would see that negro female, to know the African in her, and you see a white man be able to tell her more than me. She thinks she’s God, when she sees me, I can’t teach her anything, the white man broke down the black race and in the break down it is the white man’s job to “pay it foward”, Mark Twain, and not mine.. “impossible”, so by the regiment of blacks do the races see freedom as they aren’t white. Ben Franklin and his quote is glossed over, and precarious isn’t in people’s vocabulary to where it is said and it is a dog whistle for most. “Better to let the thing drift”, and whites were talking what I am talking in the 1800’s. That negro isn’t talking what I am talking, today, and whitey has nothing to say about Daddy Yankee.. it’s just music, in a drift. “Eh.” Do you see it?

Katie is mad at me and I’m mad at her, “it’s not that serious”, and she highlights a woman, not her, who had the relationship with me, she wants. She wants what I had with another woman, because that isn’t she’s mad and I’m mad. Now, you see it, some woman would be dutch, some woman would be English, and in the two you see the transpiring instance of law. Now, a Dutch woman doesn’t open the door like an English woman, ad I’m not a white man, just for her to want to be involved in my work, and now you see why she is “mad.” Imagine some woman who doesn’t talk to me like I would that English woman, yes, but she finds out about me, the work I want to do, and I just see the instance of two people getting married and the husband doesn’t take the wife’s inheritance from family like Robert E. Lee did his wife Mary. Mary and Robert named their daughter Mary, this is Mee, Daughter, and I think Daughter, Mee, saw that 10k her and her sisters were to get, the rumors of her father beating runaways to where they were flayed, and she had enough. Picture a woman who wants to be independent, and in black and white she’s mad at her mother and father as English law is. Robert e Lee was beyond reproach, according to his neighbors, as his philosophy was, he couldn’t bring the sword to Virginia. In it, you can see Katie. She doesn’t talk to me like that English woman would, yes, but she finds out of my work and is heavily involved.. “tokens”, I can’t lie. Now, she knows this, I know this, she gives a spark, and she’s mad and I’m mad. She wants me to be a scorner, verses personify how she treats me and she won’t treat that WHITE MAN like she treats me. Ok, Eva Braun, do you want to do some blackface? You don’t treat that white man how you treat me, and you wants me to be JUST LIKE THAT KIKE. I’m mad at Katie! She wants me to be JUST LIKE THAT KIKE, pre-WWII, but whitey establishes his sexual identity and he is STILL a white man.

Katie doesn’t want me to talk about how she treats me, how she treats that white man, instead she wants me to see what made me “mad” and be a scorner. Someone who isn’t from Abraham, Isaac, Yisrael, she wants me to personify why HE should be out to death, the wickedness should be purged, verses i personify retinue and how she treats me. Do you see it? Everyone is so nice, but the Dutch woman heard what Hitler had to say about negroes, and her being polite to me is just means for her to be condemned by Hitler.. so, she doesn’t treat me like that white guy, and she acts like I have no self control. She acts like I am a flirt and she is not free, and if she talks to me it becomes RAPE. “I’m a woman, he had me caged in.” What? And now you see I am fighting for my freedom, with philosophy of William Whipple, I’m not putting people in forced bondage just to be yelling freedom. I have to be better than negro drivers of old, because if I am not and average is personified in gentry.. you would say negroes are better off in forced slavery and you would say I’m better off as a servant because a white can be average and a white isn’t making something rival to the liger, according to species. Are clean and unclean laws average? Nope.. but because of a sandy foundation I must keep philosophy of Whipple.

Does the mongoose mix with the lion? Does the monkey mix with the fish, does the eagle mix with the pigeon? No. So, there are people who see the races like the animal kingdom.. they aren’t remaking themselves in a mix, as whites, and in Ben Franklin you can see a boor as even Germany sends not their best. You see this, and see why I can’t be average., so I personify Confederates, expose they were cursed, just to show you prophets who were better than Confederates. People make things about race, and I come with law that would trap a Kike and his ally’s like a bull. Not average. So, back to Katie, the Dutch woman doesn’t treat me like the English woman did - but she learns of me and she wants to be involved. Everything Hitler said, she agrees, and now you see why she doesn’t treat me like she treats whites. It’s true, she gives me signs I need to be just like that Kike and I give her tokens.. I am to be what she hates, yea, then she remembers she is Dutch before she is American and now you see Dutch law, after sex a woman had her inheritance and it was not taken by the husband as marriage enabled the sex and inheritance. Katie is Dutch, and she considers Hitler and Dutch law when she sees me, and it’s apparent. She’s “mad” because she wants me to be just like that Kike in rich nation, what she abhors, that step, verses personify Fredrick Trump and bourgeois to want to make runaway’s to have “sermons”, and the “easy on the eyes” is according to scripture that didn’t come from my people - I’m selling it. Katie. Do you see it? Katie is white, and white peoples make this world. Why would she pick up laws from an ecology not her, when her ecology fulfills her nature? See why I am mad. I personify Confederates and demigod, she wants me to be JUST like that Kike as she doesn’t treat me like she treats that white guy. “Kevin.” She’s mad because I said, “go to your species”, and now you see that negro female feeds my anger. I’m mad. That negro woman thinks she the lord, I can’t teach her nothing, but that white man, white woman, can teach. You don’t plant buildings and they grow, you plant trees and then you cut them to personify a “build.” I would do the necessary to get land, and you see a negro woman not care about masonry just to be in the city and it’s about art and merchandise. Did the ancient Egyptian’s believe in art? Nope. How can I love someone, some woman, who thinks she is as the lord, God, and I can’t teach her - just for that white man to be able to teach her? See my anger with Katie, and why I act as so.

[pocoslip]

This is why I Want Ultra Magnus to be Liger Zero/Jager

(TJOmega is the Genius who came up with the Idea to have Ultra Magnus turn into Liger Zero, not me)

[sparkypantaloons]

Tapestry

Dick and Jason reminisce and grieve together, on the roof of Wayne Manor.

Dick's about to light another cigarette. Spark it off the dregs of the one hanging from his lips. He changes his mind when he sees the younger man. Stubs out the dying embers, instead. The ligering taste still bitter on his tongue.

~

It's 4am when Jason finds him. He's on the roof of Wayne Manor, sat beside the glass canopy of the old Ballroom. Moonlight casts ghosts across the dance floor below.

"I didn't know you smoked." Jason says, leaning against the old chimney stack.

Dick exhales, blows a steady, grey plume from his nose. "I don't." He says. His eyes stay on the horizon.

"Hn." Jason says. He wanders to the edge of the glass dome that covers the ballroom, stares past his reflection. If he's still enough, he can almost hear the band play, see the crowd dance to a distant song.

"I remember the first gala Bruce made me come to, I hid up here for two hours." He tries, eyes glancing at Dick for some response. "Alfred was so pissed, I tore my suit pants climbing through the nursery window to get out here."

Dick doesn't respond, continues watching the night.

They're at the back of the Manor. The dull glow of Gotham is behind them, towards the ocean. Ahead is forest and darkness and two thousand miles of country. Two thousand miles of different lives to be lived.

Jason sits down next to Dick. Nudges him lightly with his shoulder. "You wanna talk about-"

"Nope." Dick pops the p.

"You wanna—"

"Just fuck off, Jay." Dick says. But there's no heat in it. His voice catches on his brother's name. He tilts his head back, takes a deep breath.

Jason watches him out the corner of his eye, doesn't move. "You want another cigarette?" He asks.

Dick shakes his head. "No, you—"

"It's okay." Jason says, softly. "I don't mind."

Dick finally meets his eyes, gives him a pained look.

"It's fine." Jason says, a weak smile on his lips. "Honestly."

Dick grimaces. His fingers twitch for his pocket, then still. "I'm good." He says. "I don't need it."

Jason scoffs. "I can sit downwind if you like."

"I'm fine." Dick says firmly.

Jason rolls his eyes and they sit in silence for a while.

"It doesn't bother you anymore?" Dick says eventually. "The smoke?"

Jason shrugs. "I can manage one cigarette, Dickie."

They're silent again. Unspoken words hang between them, a shared memory. The smoke damage to Jason's lungs, to the inside of his oesophagus...

The pit could fix a lot things, but it couldn't change the past. Couldn't take away the memory of suffocating. Of desperately trying to suck in air, only to get the burn of thick, acrid, fumes.

Jason opens his mouth to speak, but Dick cuts him off.

"It's fine." He says, eyes still set on the horizon.

"Is it?" Jason asks, carefully. Shifting slightly where he sits.

Dick runs a hand over his face. "Yeah, Jay, yeah I'm..." He trails off. Swallows a lump in his throat.

Jason moves slowly, carefully places a hand on his brother's back. Firm and warm between his shoulder blades.

"It's okay if you're not, Dick."

Dick grits his teeth. Drags in a ragged breath. "Urgh." He lets out, dropping his head. He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, frustrated. Shrugs off Jason's hand.

"Better out than in, young master." Jason says, in a terrible British accent.

Dick lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. He shakes his head, glances at Jason.

The younger man shrugs. "He wasn't wrong."

Dick's laugh is mirthless this time. Bitter and hollow. "Hn." He says. Then drops his head again. Pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes.

"You know," he says. His voice is thick, wet. He takes a shaky breath. "To celebrate my first year at the Manor we had a tea party up here " He forces a laugh, looks up from his hands. "Cucumber sandwiches and scones and Earl Grey." He shakes his head. "I thought I was in Alice in Wonderland."

"Dickie in Wayne Land." Jason jokes and Dick rolls his eyes.

"Something like that." He murmurs.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jason asks and Dick raises his eyebrows.

"I hate cucumber sandwiches. I literally despise them." Jason says seriously, like he's been personally offended by the very existence of cucumber between two slices of bread. "If they're at the funeral I'm not going."

Dick can't help but laugh. "But you always eat so many of them!?"

Jason waves his hand dismissively. "Food's complicated for me." He says, then, "He caught me hiding it once."

"In your room?"

"Nah." Jason shakes his head. "I—he just... You know how he liked to use up everything in the fridge and the larder first, before—"

"Waste not, want not." It's Dick's turn to do the terrible accent.

Jason nods, throat suddenly tight. "It used to... it was hard, you know. Before— before Bruce, an empty fridge meant we wouldn't eat for... for who knows how long." He shrugs.

"What did he say when you told him?" Dick asks.

"I didn't." Jason says. "I think he figured it out though. That's how I got my shelf in the pantry."

"Really?" Dick asks, eyebrows raised. He thinks of the second to top shelf behind the door. Jason's name in white, on a blue label, stuck to the edge of the wood. "I thought that was because you liked cooking?" He remembers stern instructions that nothing from the shelf was to be touched. Remembers the twinge of resentment, and then of guilt, that something so small, could hurt so much.

"That came later." Jason shrugs. "He taught me... How to make it all last. Bring a meal together from whatever was left, you know?" He mumbles the last few words.

"He used to save the glass recycling for me." Dick says softly, sadly.

"The recycling?"

Dick nods. "When I first got here, I was... I was so angry, Jay. So angry and hurt and— and young. And I didn't know how to get it out."

Jason sits quietly, listening.

"You ever smash a hundred wine bottles in a row?" Dick can't help but smirk. "My god it was so satisfying. It just felt so good to— to break something, you know?"

"I know." Jason says, and his voice is taught. His body too.

"He shouted at Bruce for me once." Dick changes the subject and Jason's shoulders ease a little.

"Just once?"

Dick smiles. "No, I mean like, he really went for it. I thought Bruce was gonna cry."

Jason snorts. "Brilliant. What happened?"

Dick shakes his head. "Bruce missed my school play."

"You're kidding!" Jason says incredulous.

"Nope." Dick says, more gently this time.

"He never missed any of mine." Jason says, eyes wide with wonder.

"That's why." Dick grins.

A silence falls between them again, lighter this time.

"You know he spoke Welsh?" Jason says.

"Welsh is a language?"

"Dwi'n dy garu di, mab."

Dick stares, incredulous. "What does that mean?"

Jason shrugs, let's out a laugh. "I have no idea, he used to say it to me all the time."

"He told me how to trip the security system the first time I wanted to go to a party at high school." Dick says.

Jason looks scandalised.

"He was so pissed off when I came in drunk."

"Was that the time you were sick on that old tapestry in the billiards room?"

"Yep." Dick pops the p.

"Oh my God." Jason laughs. "I got that lecture about getting drunk so many times I thought he'd gone senile and was confusing us."

"I'm not sure he ever forgave me to be honest."

"He did." Jason says after a pause, and something quiet fills his eyes. "He came to see me, you know?" He clears his throat. "When I came back, before I... came back."

The air between them stills. "What did he say?" Dick asks softly.

Jason shrugs, fiddles with his laces. "He just said he loved me. And that," he wipes at his eyes, suddenly. "That he'd be waiting for me to come home." Jason let's out a breath. "Nobody had said that, you know?" He clears his throat. "I mean, I know I didn't— didn't deserve it, but nobody had said that they... about me. Nobody had said..."

They fall into silence again. An owl hoots somewhere across the grounds.

"Batman would have killed me." Dick says suddenly. He traces circles on the roof with his fingers. "Killed me dead, there's no two ways about it." He swallows. "If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have— the cowl— it would have killed me."

Dick's fingers still. He squeezes his eyes shut.

"I miss him, Jay." He says, voice suddenly small and quiet and broken. "God, I miss him so much."

Dick's shoulders begin to shake, quiet sobs forcing themselves past his resolve.

Jason sighs, pulls the older man towards him. Holds him close to his chest. He presses a kiss to Dick's hair. "Me too, Dickie. Me too."

They sit in the quiet again, night's final hours washing over them. The quiet flutter of bats overhead, the gentle call of owls in the trees.

"Here you two are." Comes a soft voice, gentle in a way neither have heard in a long time.

Bruce stands behind them. His hair still wet from a post patrol shower. His broad frame is in an old, worn hoodie. The British Royal Air force emblem is embroidered on it.

"Room for one more?" He asks, softly.

A sharp retort trips its way to the end of Jason's tongue, but doesn't quite make it past his lips. "Sure." He says instead.

Dick and Jason separate, make space for Bruce in the middle. For a minute the loss is all consuming, neither one of them ready to let go of the other. Then Bruce settles onto the roof between them, safe and warm and solid. Like home.

Dick rests his head on Bruce's shoulder. Keeps his eyes closed, as tears slowly slip through his lashes.

"He was so proud of the two of you." Bruce's voice is thick when he speaks. He keeps his eyes ahead of him. On the forest and the darkness and the 2,000 miles of country that lie beyond the boundary of Wayne Manor. "I know he didn't say it often— I know neither of us did— or do." His hand finds Jason's, holds it tight.

"But he was." Bruce says. "And I am."

[exdraghunt]

Mic and the Autobots

((This acts as a GGG/Transformers crossover meant to introduce Mic into an RP I'm in))

Mic Sounders (the Thirteenth!) jiggled his leg and tapped his fingers on his knee as the transport descended through the thin atmosphere of the small colony outpost. The mech in the seat next to him glared, but Mic couldn’t stop. He hadn’t stopped moving since the day he was built, and wasn’t likely to stop now.

The music wove through his processor, melodies winding and swirling and just evading his grasp if he didn’t tap them out. It was how he had been built, his whole reason for being, was to play music.

With a smooth hiss, the transport docked and they pressurized to match the atmosphere of the base. Mic eagerly unbuckled and jumped from his seat, more than ready to get exploring. He stretched all four of his arms before joining the crush of mechs headed for the exit.

Once out into the base, everyone spread out and Mic was quickly left alone. It was something he’d sadly needed to become accustomed to. He still wasn’t used to it, though. There had always been someone there, since the day he’d first onlined. Whether it was his brothers (all gone now), or his human companions (back on Earth), or the other robots of GGG (scattered to the stars), there had always been someone.

Mic’s first brush with loneliness had been the battle that destroyed his brothers, leaving him the Thirteenth and Only. He still had nightmares sometimes, of cradling One in his arms as the light left his visor.

Stuck in a galaxy light years away from Earth, at least Mic had had the comfort of his family. Until they had met Cybertronians. The Autobot ship was nice enough to hop them back to Earth, in a journey that had taken long enough for the GGG mecha to sign up to the cause. After all, they were, at their core, Cybertronian.

That had been the real shock. That their bodies were earth built, but their sparks had come from a planet far, far away. A planet that was at war, with Good Guys that needed more troops urgently.

The Dragon siblings had been quick to offer their services, ready to protect the civilians of endangered planets from the villainous Decepticons. Volfogg had been slower to respond, but eventually he vanished into the arms of Autobot Special Operations. Goldymarg had leapt at the chance to pound some bad guys into the ground. Mic hadn’t seen any of them since.

Mic had no love for fighting, and was abysmal at hand to hand or with a weapon. He didn’t need to hold a gun, though, not when his entire frame was a weapon. It hadn’t taken long, however, for Autobot scientists to study his systems and come up with a Disc that would synchronize with a Decepticon’s spark signature.

Hovering high over the battlefield, Mic unleashed his Dazzling VV and strummed, sending scores of Decepticons to their knees. Mecha were impressed, always, by how his deployment could turn the tide of battle. But they also stayed wary, cautious of the power that could so easily take them out. He never stayed in one place long enough to break through that barrier, always being moved to the next battlefield where his abilities were needed.

Stepping into this new base, Mic vented deeply and sent up a prayer for everyone. For Mamoru, for the Dragon Siblings, for Volfogg, and Goldymarg, for Guy, even for Dr. Liger and Stallion. If God wasn’t there, maybe Primus was.

Then, he looked down the hall with determination. This time would be different. He would make friends, he just knew it. And play music that wouldn’t kill anyone, and maybe, for once, mecha would cheer when he came out with his guitar instead of ducking and covering.

[ringwaldtworldbuilding]

Catfolk of Darodem and Beyond

Ringwaldts Catfolk design came as much from the want to buck fantasy conventions as it was to design a cat people I found interesting.

I knew I did not want to fall into the genre convention of, X group is just here because they are.

And that led to the spark that would be ‘Catgirl Vikings’ which also works as a good tag line better then ‘Catfolk Vikings’ I feel.

So I now knew where I was going with catfolk as before that they were planned to have gone mostly extinct.

This new spark revitalized my thoughts so my designs started to formulate.

One of the first things to come from this was to answer the question what do the Catfolk of my setting look like?

Thinking about that gave me an idea what to call each of my catfolk subtypes.

Lions or Tigers(sometimes Ligers);  These are the most bestial and outright animalistic, at least in appearance, catfolk. 

( Art by Awkwardos )

Leopards;  Refer to any catfolk who are mostly passable for human but still have the fur claws and other traits of a cat.

( Art by MizaelTengu)

And another just for reference

( Artist I...actually can’t read their signature *sweat drop* )

Lynx or Kitten(if you are feeling to be rude);  These cover Catgirls characters with claws, ears, eyes, and/or tail and no other major additional traits.

The Nekomata of Eriona are this category.

( Artist :  Embersign!)

So I had 3 Distinctions of Catfolk in three differing sub-types.

And from that I started to expand outwards on what makes Catfolk, well Catfolk.  Starting by noting the differences between the subtypes.

Ligers obviously were the biggest but such size and competitive attitudes led me to the idea they were the traditional leaders in older times.  The more technology has advanced with weapons and armour the less they have been able to assert such physical power on the other Catfolk.  They also traditionally controlled most of Darodem pushing out the other Catfolk into surrounding regions in waves of  migration.

Leopards as one of the groups oppressed by the Ligers initially moved to outlying regions.  They would return with new weapons, allies etc, to retake territory from the Ligers in a dance back and forth for territory.

Lynx spread out faster then the Leopards.  They were aided by a mostly human appearance making it easy to attach themselves to human traders, ships and more.  Along with joining Leopards migration away from Liger controlled territory has greatly spread the Lynx beyond their home region of Darodem.  Well the Leopards and Ligers fought the Lynx simply avoided it and carved out their own small region outlying far from the territory of the other two.

This is all historical and isn’t set in stone as I am very much still working on the Catfolk as a people.  I wanted my catfolk to be spread out.

My biggest problem has been connecting this past with the present.

By that I mean it goes;  Historical Catfolk, The Star Fall, 300 years pass and then....

‘The Eruption of Gwydenlvier‘

This super volcano at the center of the territory, Nore-Ewden at the center of Darodem.  The destruction was huge and radically reshaped the region.  That was with the aid of many powerful Catfolk mages diverting, redirecting, and sealing away parts of the eruptions destruction.

The eruptions effects were intense and the widespread destruction from famine set the stage for a brutal series of conflicts.

And that is where my historical lore for Catfolk of Darodem stops in the middle of a civil war post a super volcano which devastates the region leading to at least 50 years of war.

I do not know how I want the region to have begun to recover.  Maybe unification under a singular King or Queen?  Maybe it hasn’t recovered or it has under competing fiefs.

Maybe it is currently under occupation by Rivermoot and/or Dragons Reach?

I have earnestly been playing with the idea of running a campaign; during this turbulent period for the sole reason of creating the future narrative.  And it is important to figure out how it stabilizes or does it not and how do its neighbors impact it in the following years.

The Catfolk or the Nekomata of Eriona have more lore to them but that will be for a future post.

So in the future expect an expansion upon the catfolk lore and history.

Fun Fact;  Darodem isn’t even the set name as I debate between it and Daevnish for the regions name.  At one point Nore-Ewdin was the regions name.

I now leave you all with this.