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zouzab · 1 year

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[major s1e3 show spoilers!]

Sobbing after the episode today. I knew it was coming, and I even called her getting taken by the carriage, even the thing about the necklace but!!! Ouch!!!! Why???? Owe!!!!!

These two frames. Wtf. I can’t get over this scene it is making me so emotions.

And a meme I made. To cope.

Slarb has such a good villain design, I love it sm. I love his character, the design, the voice, all the little quirks??

But the actual like?? Slarb? As a whole? Hate his guts. I talked abt how I want to bully him, okay. But that bullying I wish to partake in is now just. Desire to wring his stupid neck and/or kill him.

Anyways uh. At least Zouzab would never do me any harm!

Zouzab peak character design idk what to say

#the wingfeather saga #wingfeather saga #wingfeather saga animated series #wingfeather saga show #show spoilers #wingfeather saga spoilers #wingfeather saga zouzab #zouzab the ridgerunner #wingfeather saga slarb #wingfeather slarb #wingfeather zouzab #wingfeather saga Janner #wingfeather janner #janner igiby #janner wingfeather

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zouzab-after-dark · 1 year

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[S1E4 SPOILERS, BOOK 1 SPOILERS]

Thinking about the most recent Slarb scene in the Wingfeather show. Yknow the one. Where Slarb is bullied relentlessly, mocked, shoved around, and ridiculed. And, ofc, the violent fist fight he dukes out with Vop. They’re both half naked, damn does that scene have some 🤨📸 poses. And then ofc once he kills Vop he’s surrounded by angry Fangs. Slarb flees, and is immediately grabbed by Gnorm by his throat, and slammed into a wall. That very much doesn’t happen in the books, thus making the scene a lot more intriguing to watch. Slarb is fighting, clawing at the hand choking him out. One shot even shows Slarb’s feet kicking uselessly, just barely unable to find purchase on the floor. Then Slarb has to beg for freedom, using the only piece of information he has that’s useful, completely at Gnorm’s and the Fangs mercy. You can honest to god hear Slarb starting to lose consciousness.

Anyhow, those scenes have inspired me to make more Slarb whump, and maybe actually post it this time. Love y’all, stay safe.

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friendrat · 1 year

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I knew it was gonna be good when Slarb opened the box... but it was even better than I imagined!

#my daughter didn't get exactly what was so funny #so i had to go back and explain #it was hysterical #slarb the fang #wingfeather saga

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year

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So I rewatched some Gravity Falls episodes today and I’ve been thinking about how both the Wingfeather show and Gravity Falls do the same thing with Peet and Fiddleford where they keep showing up as background characters that sometimes have some bearing on the plot long before you actually know what their deal is. Obviously this happens more with Fidds in Gravity Falls because the first season of GF is a lot longer than the first season of the WFS, but I gotta say I was pleasantly surprised that Peet showed up AT ALL in episode 1 and at how much he appeared in episodes 2 and 3 with everything else going on in them. And fun fact, from episode 2 onward Fiddleford appears in the background of almost every episode until after Ford’s return at which point he just. disappears until the finale and it’s actually kind of noticeable that he’s not popping up anymore??? which I find fascinating???

Anyway, I like this because it makes sure you can’t forget about these two weird guys hanging out in town and you have to wonder after a while what their deal is and WHY they keep popping up when they seem to have no real bearing on the plot, like who are they??? and I love that a lot especially because they ARE important to the plot later, like, CRITICALLY important to it. It’s well done foreshadowing and I applaud both shows for it.

#the wingfeather saga #gravity falls #the wingfeather saga tv show #peet the sockman #fiddleford mcgucket #I love my boys a lot #love the similarities between them #love that the shows made them noticeable before their importance is known #the first wingfeather book does this too in its own way #peet is just there sometimes and you don't know why #he just APPEARS in the forest and saves leeli from slarb and it #it's like '????? where did you come from?!?'#he's hanging out during dragon day and you don't know what his deal is but it's made clear that what he's doing is a daily occurrence #anyway #I just find this fascinating #wingfeather falls

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wingfeathersagafanblog · 1 year

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The Wingfeather Saga Trailer || dark blues

#the wingfeather saga #wingfeather saga #gifts #trailer #angel studios #andrew peterson #aesthetic #slarb #the black carriage

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snail-noodle · 1 year

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Watch "Watch The Wingfeather Saga | Episode 1: Leeli and The Dragon Song" on YouTube

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FIRST EPISODE IS ABOUT TO START PLEASE WATCH THIS AAAAA 🥺🥺💖💕💕🥺

#the wingfeather saga #AAAA #SLARB MY BELOVED #the fangs have SUCH good designs #villains always get the best ones aaaaa #Youtube

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 1 year

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Slarb’s Development

I never read the books but I’ve read what Slarb’s fate would be. I feel like for the series, it might change. It seems he’s considered a joke to all the other Fangs. Especially to the Commander’s eyes.

He’s def in the bottom of the rankings. Constantly looked down on, laughed at and overall it’s clear the other Fangs really don’t respect him. It makes me wonder if it might make him reflect on how like he’s pushed around by them, he shouldn’t be doing the same to the humans. Ngl a part of me hopes he might have a change of heart and perhaps even help the Igiby family. He def owes it to them. Another thing I’ve noticed is compared to the other fangs with grayer greens or forest greens like the Commander, he has a warm spring type green. His eyes are also different to the others as well(them being orange and yellow. He’s from Dang I believe so perhaps that’s how Fangs from them look like but still, makes me think, I remember one of the Fangs joked about him needing two re-fangings. Hes also in a lot of pictures with the other Igiby kids and right behind them in the picture, him being put in a slightly warmer light like the rest of the Igiby’s and allies compared to the Commander looking at him with judgement, seen in a darker, colder light with the rest of the Fangs in the background. It’s not big but there’s def a difference between him and the Commander, atleast to me. Last ep, he raided the Igiby home to find the Jewels of Anniera to earn the Commander’s respect. Though I’m pretty sure all he found was a family necklace. I can imagine the Commander and everyone else will end up just laughing at him, the Commander taking the necklace without even a thank you and he’ll just be left alone, humiliated wondering what he was even doing. Might lead to some serious thinking for him. Slarb-I CAN THINK! If this is the case, I’d be really excited if they go this route. He def has a lot to make up for, especially with what he did to Sara Cobbler. A part of wants to hope atleast not all Fangs are bad and perhaps one might decide to join the good guys. I don’t think Slarb’s story is ending any time soon. The picture’s from the show, in ep 1 What do u think? Could he actually change or will stay the same or get worse? I’d love to know💖

#Wingfeather saga #slarb the fang #slarb #wfs slarb #another thing I noticed the more recurring fangs have a vibrant hue but while theirs ismore forest green his is yellowish green #the wingfeather saga #spoilers #wfs spoilers

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fabulous-fan-fables · 4 years

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Ok, rereading Wingfeather saga,,,,, I don’t remember a lot of this???? So like;

-what the fuck is Slarbs deal??

-why is Peet so sad??

-why is Podo so mean to Peet???

-again why the FUCK is Podo so mean to Peet??

-like he just straight up punched Peet and let him run off crying for no good reason??

-Peet just saved Leeli from Slarb and Podo decides to punch him??

-and then later he throws Peet out the door after he just saved their lives (again)???

-and Slarb needs to chill the fuck out whAt

-Slarb these are CHILDREN

-SLARB STOP IT

Anyway this book is a rollercoaster wtffff

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zouzab · 1 year

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[MINOR BOOK 1 + SHOW S1E1-2 SPOILERS]

Accidentally wrote 700+ words of slarb and zouzab hate fighting. Well, not really. Consensually fighting each other to stress relief? Then it ended with angst. Uhhhh. The ficlet under the cut, may post to ao3 eventually.

Cw fighting, violence, minor spoilers, + mentions blood and of wishing child harm. Fighting is mostly consensual (lol) but turns a bit dubious near the end hhhhh

This was a thing they both benefited from.

They both got to practice their fighting skills. Fighting in a non-lethal setting was good for practicing and getting better at their craft. Slarb learned the flaws of Ridgerunners, and Zouzab learned the flaws of the Fangs. They didn’t say it, but they both knew the other was figuring out ways to best their kind. They were still at war, even if now it seemed peaceful. Zouzab couldn’t get used to this comfortable lifestyle, and Slarb had no choice but to fight.

Brawling on a level playing field wasn’t just good for training to fight wars, they both learned. It was also good for, as you say, de-stressing.

Slarb fought with hatred and anger, channeling his emotions into every punch and swing. He was broiling with hate for the people around him, focusing on how they had wronged him. He hated Gnorm, he hated the other Fangs, and in their most recent brawl, a new name slipped from him in a venomous snarl.

“Igibys?” Zouzab squeaked, the brief moment of surprise leaving him vulnerable for a clean punch to the face, knocking him back into the base of a tree.

“You wish to harm the Igibys?” Zouzab repeated, ducking as Slarb launched out a foot towards him, the bark crunching under the blow.

The Fang’s shoulders were heaving, eyes wild. “Those- those bratss humiliated me!” He snapped, distracted, “made me laughing sstock!”

“But not Tink, right?” Zouzab should’ve kept quiet, but the words slipped out, scrambling backwards, eyes darting around the wooded clearing.

Slarb stopped in his tracks, regarding him curiously, “Tink? Who’s that?”

“Middle child of three,” Zouzab answered honestly, caving in on himself as Slarb slowly sauntered forward. “One with dark hair.”

“Why do you know that? Do you care for the Igiby brat?” His voice was strangely level, lacking the hate he usually carried.

Zouzab backed up, heel catching a root and tumbling onto his backside, realizing all at once he was cornered in a grove of trees, Slarb looming over him. “He, Igiby children are friends of Oskar.” He explained, finding the wall of the tree to brace himself against.

He was on his haunches, and in an effort to not seem so helpless, he started pulling himself up by his palms against the bark. Slarb sent a smoldering glare and Zouzab slumped, frightened by the pure hate in his gaze- directed at him, now.

“Friend of Osskar, not you,” Slarb said slowly, flickering his tongue, Zouzab reeling back at the sight of those nasty fangs, dripping with venom.

He averted his eyes, “well, friend of me, too. Known them for years. Eldest Igiby child read me stories, Youngest sing song, Tink... Tink give fruit, play games.”

Slarb tysked, folding his arms over his chest, “Tink is not only one with fruit.”

“He draw pictures, too.” Zouzab offered weakly, not liking to be emotionally vulnerable in front of the Fang.

Slarb growled, and a pit settled in Zouzab’s stomach. Not a good pit like from a fruit, but a bad pit. One of fear and dread, rotten to its core.

“You like them. You like the Igiby children.”

Zouzab wanted to protest, opening his mouth and then shut it. He didn’t like them! But Oskar liked them. They were Oskar’s friends, and he didn’t... he didn’t want to hurt Oskar.

Slarb punched him in the stomach. He howled in pain and surprise and tried to scramble away, fight or flight instincts firing up. Slarb didn’t let him. A clawed hand wrapped around his throat and hauled him up the tree, back scraping against the ridged bark.

Zouzab thrashed. They weren’t on an even playing ground, this wasn’t fair! Slarb held him to the tree with one hand, while his other delivered half a dozen sharp blows to his gut and chest. He was saying things, the word “Igibyss” repeatedly slipping from his jaw, but Zouzab couldn’t pay attention to it.

“Stop! Stop!” Zouzab yelled, “Stop it, time out!” He never called a time-out before, but he needed one!

Slarb stopped, only to put his hand flat across Zouzab’s torso, then sank his claws into it, dragging down.

Zouzab must’ve screamed, he couldn’t remember, for the lightning bolt of fiery pain knocked him out.

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He woke up under the trees, laid flat on the cool grass. He groaned, his injuries becoming apparent. He lifted a hand, running it idly over his stomach, pursing his lips as he felt the scratchy bandages dressing his wounds. Slarb must’ve... Zouzab groaned again, rolling over to press his face against the soft dirt, finding solace in the scent of home. He would think about Slarb and what transpired later, but right now.. rest sounded nice.

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wingfeathersagafanblog · 1 year

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What do u think will be of Slarb's development/fate?

Ooh, that's a good question! I'm curious to see if the show will follow what happens in the books with Slarb. (In one of the livestreams, it was mentioned that they opted not to use the Black Carriage poem because it might've been too scary for younger viewers—but I think we can still count on certain Big Sad Things happening later on, so I'm not certain what they intend to do in those areas here in Season 1.)

Like in the books, the show's Slarb is not held in very high regard by the other Fangs. When you're a bad guy, and your fellow bad guys are laughing at how the good guys did little things to trounce you? Ouch. Slarb is pretty mad about that.

He may not be very powerful, or have the authority to do much—but he's almost scarier for it, because no one lets him forget that fact and he hates it. He's willing to do whatever he can to make the other Fangs regret the way they talk about him, and we're not sure how long his orders not to harm the Igibys will hold him back. I think that's actually an awesome way to develop a more minor antagonist! It's always unnerving when you're not sure just how far an impulsive, bitter character will go in a situation.

I think he makes a great (if very troublesome) antagonist, and I look forward to seeing what happens with his part of the plot in the show!

#asks #dnpanimationstudioclone #the wingfeather saga #Slarb #Slarb the Fang #Season 1 #Across the Dark Sea of Darkness

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zouzab · 1 year

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[MINOR SPOILERS FOR FIRST BOOK + S1E1-2]

I think Slarb and Zouzab should talk. I have a scene in my head, set in the first book/first season. May rely on the plot of the first book w/ the designs from the show, if only because the show designs are so aesthetically pleasing.

But they should talk. Air is thick with fear and hatred and tension. There’s a clashing of morals, of interests. The fear of emotional vulnerability manifests as anger. They may fight, Slarb throwing Zouzab by the collar of his shirt, only to be caught off guard and fumble from Zouzab’s speed and agility.

They leave the interaction, both more stressed than when they entered it. Zouzab is now toiling with more thoughts and dilemmas than he bargained for. And Slarb is starting to.. remember. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to remember.

…

“What’s so funny?”

“Fangs ain’t got no mamas.”

#wingfeather saga spoilers #book spoilers #show spoilers #the wingfeather saga #wingfeather saga #slarb the fang #zouzab the ridgerunner #wingfeather slarb #wingfeather zouzab #cw angst #cw fighting #sorta lol

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year

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*Wingfeather Saga spoilers for episode 6/the end of book 1*

Oh my gosh, Nugget is so powerful now because he’s a tiny dog in a giant dog’s body, he’s got all the attitude of a little creature full of SPUNK and now he’s finally as big as he’s always believed he was (all little creatures believe they’re 7 feet tall and could kill you, why do you think he kept attacking Slarb). He’s unstoppable.

#the wingfeather saga #the wingfeather saga tv show #wingfeather saga spoilers #nugget #the SASS finally matches the FORM #tiny creatures are the most dangerous because they don't realize they're smol #cats tiny dogs minature horses rabbits #nugget was one of them and then he got BIG ajgkhakjgkafsjfghadkf #I hope this makes sense because this is so funny to me

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zouzab · 1 year

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Hello, I’m Zouzab! Well, not really, but you can call me that, or Ridge, if you’d like. My pronouns are any/all pronouns, except she/her. I especially like bug and flower neos.. I’m queer, an artist, a writer, and an extensive daydreamer.

Who is Zouzab, you may ask? He’s a funny fellow in the Wingfeather Saga! This is a fan account for the Wingfeather Saga, and as I’ve recently gotten obsessed with Zouzab’s new scrunkly design, I have decided I like him.

I’ve also been a big fan of Peet the Sock Man since forever, like since 2014. And also Slarb. For some reason. Don’t ask why I kin them, especially Slarb, I won’t be able to explain myself.

With the animated show finally coming out, I’ve decided to try and jump start the fandom! Or at least throw in my two cents as a lover of the original book series during my childhood.

I’m over 18, and well, I will come out and say that I am profiction, or proship as it’s also called, basically I’m anti-censorship and anti-harassment over fictional works. I’m also a csa survivor, which the wingfeather saga helped me through, hence my connection to Peet and his story.

That said, this page will remain safe for work and minor friendly. I do have an adult only page for some of my creations, which is dead dove: do not eat. If you want the @, dm me and I can provide it, as long as you are 18+

Feel free to stay a while! If you are uncomfortable with with me, my works, or my stances, you are also free to block me! Anything more intense of mine will be tagged as such, for ease of filtering and safety.

Content warnings will be tagged as “cw thing” without the quotation marks. I will also mark things as spoilers, “wingfeather saga spoilers” but also “book spoilers” and “show spoilers” to clarify which one I am talking about. At the beginning of every spoiler-ey post I’ll state which episode/book/chapter I will be spoiling up till. If you feel I missed a content warning, reach out and tell me! I don’t bite, I swear.

Have a great day y’all, and do stay safe out there, okay? I am excited to make friends in this homey little fandom, I love y’all <3

#pinned post #wingfeather saga #the wingfeather saga #wingfeather saga book series #wingfeather saga animated series #wingfeather saga show #wingfeather saga zouzab #zouzab the ridgerunner

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year

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Time for another obscure character comparison post! This time through excerpts from each story.

Connecting thread: a sad, traumatized man who just wants to go home to his family and thinks he’s a coward but is just out there doing insanely brave things like rescuing girls from crazy people who are trying to kill them.

Suddenly, Slarb’s growl was cut short. Trembling, Leeli opened her eyes and saw the Fang’s claws clutching desperately at an arm locked tight around his throat. She couldn’t see the person’s face, only a tuft of white hair sticking up from behind Slarb’s shoulder- but the arm around Slarb’s throat had a dirty knitted sock pulled up to the elbow. Slarb’s black eyes wheeled in their sockets as he scratched and dug into the socked arm, but it did no good. The arm held firm. Slarb staggered backward and turned away from Leeli, revealing lanky Peet the Sock Man, who was either brave enough or foolish enough (and maybe both) to attack a Fang barehanded, or sock-handed, as it turned out. Peet’s eyes were squeezed shut as he hung on desperately to the thrashing Fang. Slarb’s teeth were bared and oozing with yellowish venom, but his movements were slowing down. Leeli began to hope that just maybe she would live to see her family and Nugget again. Peet was grunting, straining to keep his grip on the twisting beast; though blood was soaking the sock where Slarb’s claws were digging into Peet’s forearm, he showed no sign of pain. Slarb spun around, so fast that Peet’s feet flew out behind him. The Fang lurched this way and that, his tail whipping the underbrush. Finally he fell first to one knee and then to the ground, unconscious. Peet lay on top of Slarb, gasping for air. After a moment, he loosened his grip and carefully slid his arm out from under the creature’s neck. When Peet saw Leeli, he relaxed and stood up, brushing himself off as if embarrassed Leeli was still crouched down in the brush at the edge of the trees, looking warily at her rescuer. “Thank you,” she said timidly. “That was very brave.”

-The Wingfeather Saga book one: On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness by Andrew Peterson (tv show based on the book coming December 2nd!)

“Well how about it?” inquired Dustfinger, taking a step back. “Do you dare come in here with me, or would you rather go on hitting little girls?” Basta stood there motionless, like a child whose ears have been suddenly and unexpectedly boxed. Then he seized Meggie’s arm and dragged her toward him. She felt something cold on her throat. She didn’t have to see it to know what it was. Her mother screamed and pulled at Dustfinger’s hand but he only held it higher in the air. “I knew it!” he said. “What a coward you are, Basta! You’d rather put a knife to a child’s throat than venture in here. Of course if Flatnose were here to back you up, too, with his broad back and his great fat fists- but he isn’t. Come along, you’re the one with the knife! I’ve got nothing but my hands, and you know how I hate to misuse them for fighting.” Meggie felt Basta’s grip relax. The blade was no longer pressing into her skin. She swallowed and put a hand to her throat. She almost expected to feel warm blood, but there was none. Basta pushed her away so hard that she stumbled and fell on the damp, cold floor. Then he put his hand into his pants pocket and brought out a bunch of keys. He was panting with rage like a man who had run too far and too fast. Fingers trembling, he put the key into the lock of the cell. Dustfinger watched him, his face impassive. He gestured to Meggie’s mother to step back from the grating and retreated himself, nimble as a dancer. You couldn’t tell from his scarred face whether he was afraid or not, but the scars looked darker than usual. “What’s that for?” he said, when Basta came into the cell and held out his knife. “You might as well put it away. If you kill me you’ll spoil Capricorn’s fun. He won’t forgive you for that in a hurry.” Yes he was afraid. Meggie could hear it in his voice. The words were spilling out of his mouth a little too fast. “Who said anything about killing?” growled Basta as he closed the cell door behind him. Dustfinger retreated as far as the stone coffin. “Am you were thinking of adding a few more decorations to my face?” he was almost whispering. There was something else in his voice now- hatred, scorn, rage. “Don’t expect it to be so easy this time,” he said softly. “I’ve learned a few useful tricks since then.”

…

“I’ll cut your filthy fingers off if you try to touch me!” yelled Basta, his face red with rage. “Every one of them, and your tongue into the bargain.” He lunged with the knife again, cutting through the air with the bright blade, but Dustfinger avoided it. He was leaping around Basta faster and faster, ducking, retreating, advancing, but suddenly he found that his fearless dance had trapped him. He had only the bare wall behind him now, and the grating cutting off his retreat to the right- and Basta was coming straight at him. At that moment Meggie’s mother raised her hand. The stone hit Basta on the head. Astonished, he spun around, looked at her as if trying to remember who she was, and put his hand to his bleeding face. She never knew how Dustfinger did it, but suddenly he had Basta’s knife in his hand. Basta was staring at its familiar blade in amazement, as if he couldn’t grasp the fact that the faithless thing was pointing at his own chest.

-Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke

Tillman had knocked the white ironstone bowl off his tray, shattering it on the tile next to him. “I told you!” he yelled, swinging his feet off the bed, and kicked at the shards to make room to stand. “I said they were here!”

Belle wasn’t sure whether the bowl being sent to the floor was purposeful or an accident, but it had to be cleared up either way, before he cut his feet on it. “Stay right where you are,” she said. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I don’t take orders from your kind,” Tillman said, fixing her with that severe look again.

Turning back to Captain Gold, she sighed, giving him a smile. “I’ll be right back - I’m going to clean up before he and Gardner can start something over it.”

Belle took the tray from the end of the bed and sat it on the floor so that she could place the broken pieces on it. Tillman squatted down next to her, apparently having snapped out of it and deciding to help. “Thank you,” she said. “Be careful, don’t cut yourself.” At least ironstone didn’t shatter to virtual sand as some china did. She concentrated on picking up the small fragments he’d scattered, and he reached for a larger piece.

Before she knew it, he’d hauled her to her feet, holding her against him with an arm wrapped in an iron grip around her chest and upper arms, pressing the point of the ironstone shard to her neck.

Belle pulled at his forearm on instinct. “Lieutenant Tillman!” she cried, and she heard running footsteps. “Lieutenant Tillman, it’s all right, it’s Nurse French! You know me!”

“I know damn well what you are, and you’re no nurse,” he snarled near her ear.

Rummond’s heart pounded so hard against his ribs that his breastbone ached. He’d been watching Belle; it was difficult to take his eyes off of her. Tillman moved so fast, though, he hadn’t even time to get a word out before she’d been grabbed up in a hostage hold.

He knew he couldn’t have gotten across the aisle quickly enough, but as soon as Tillman turned and Rummond was out of the Lieutenant’s line of sight, he slipped from the far side of his bunk and crossed to the other side of the ward, where he could move more quickly without being seen.

“Crazy bugger thinks she’s a German,” Lieutenant Booth snorted as his bunkmate snuck away.

Belle vaguely knew as more and more people gathered. Other nurses and orderlies dared get closest, their voices muddled as they all tried to talk to Tillman, each thinking they could talk sense into him. Her ears hummed and she felt lightheaded and too hot, and she knew it was adrenaline, but that didn’t help to clear her whirling thoughts. She had been in dangerous situations since becoming a nurse, but this was the first to threaten her so directly, and terror grew in the pit of her stomach.

“Lieutenant Michael Tillman! Let her go!” Dr. Whale barked above the other voices, and Belle zeroed in on him. Dr. Hopper stood next to him, face blanched, and Ruby stood on the other side. Graham stood beside Dr. Hopper, his hands raised, and Belle couldn’t hear what he said over everyone else, but he looked frightened. Well, at least she wasn’t overreacting to her situation, then.

Some of the patients were hovering at mid-range, most keeping a few feet back from the staff, and she saw worry in their faces, as well. Dr. Glass watched from the ward doors with an almost neutral expression. She didn’t see Captain Gold, though. She should have been able to see him on his bed when she shifted her eyes that way, but he was gone. If she could only see him, see the look on his face, she thought she might be better able to gauge just what kind of trouble she was in. She felt as if his face would give her the truth.

Jefferson whispered, “What are you doing?” as Rummond passed. Rummond swatted a hand in his direction, giving him a look sharp enough to quiet him immediately in return for the question.

He crept between the beds at the far end of the room and made himself as small and low as he could as he moved back up the other aisle. Less than half the length of the room away. He slowed himself to silence the pat of his bare footsteps.

“No one would believe me! And look where we are now!” Tillman ranted, shaking her.

“Lieutenant,” Belle said, praying she could calm him long enough for his delusion to break, or for something to stop him. “I know it feels real, but I promise you-”

“Shut up!” he snapped, shaking her again.

Belle clenched her eyes shut, feeling the piece of ironstone move on her skin. When she opened them again, Tillman had turned enough that she caught movement in the reflection of the window beside his bed. She saw just enough to tell her who it was. Captain Gold.

She could have sobbed, though whether in relief that someone was making an effort to do something or in fear for him, she couldn’t be sure. Tillman was easily fifty pounds heavier than Captain Gold, and if he turned the shard on the other man…

“It’s all right,” she continued, hoping to distract Lieutenant Tillman and keep him from noticing the reflection. It was right in front of him - he only needed to look that way to see. “If you’ll just let me go, we can finish cleaning up the bowl, and perhaps you can talk with Dr. Hopper? I’m sure he-”

“Shut your mouth!” he yelled right behind her ear, digging the shard harder against her neck, and she choked back a cry when she felt the sharp point puncture her skin.

Tillman stood against the side of his bunk, and Rummond could see there was no way to get between. He would have to go over top, and that would mean a very narrow moment during which he could do anything before Tillman knew he was there.

His lungs burned when he held his breath to cut off that sound, as well, and he stepped between Tillman’s bed and the one to the left of it. With his knees at the edge of the mattress, he leaned, putting all of his weight on his good foot, and lunged. He had his hands on Tillman before the springs squeaked, wrenching the hand holding the piece of broken ironstone to force it as far away from Nurse French’s skin as he could.

Belle felt herself yanked backward, and for a second she feared Tillman had done it, slit her throat. But then she heard, “Drop it, boy. Drop the weapon,” in a low voice, somehow dispassionate and chilling at once, almost as near her ear as it was to Tillman’s, and it made her skin crawl. It took a very long beat of her heart to recognize that Captain Gold had gotten to them.

Rummond snaked his hand in behind Tillman’s arm across Nurse French’s chest, wrapping his hand around the Lieutenant’s wrist from the inside with a vice grip. With a sudden push stronger than the pulling hold Tillman had on her, Rummond gave her room to get away, and she took it.

When the grip on her loosened, Belle dropped away, hitting her knees hard enough to bruise, her hands flying to her neck. Graham rushed in to get her, pulling her up and away, and she was surrounded by he, Ruby, and Dr. Hopper as they saw blood and tried to check her. She turned among their hands, trying to see what happened between Captain Gold and Lieutenant Tillman.

Tillman twisted his hand, trying to cut his attacker’s arm, but found himself held at the wrong angle to accomplish it. “I won’t be held prisoner again!” he shouted, fighting. “I’ll kill myself first!”

“Graham, help him!” Belle pled, pushing his hand away from her neck and urging him toward the patients who were still the center of spectation.

The adrenaline in Rummond’s system was waning, and he wasn’t strong enough to hold onto Tillman without its help. He felt his muscles beginning to tremble. To his relief, Humbert knelt one knee on the mattress and Gardner overshadowed them on the window side, each taking one of the Lieutenant’s arms, and he could let go. He scrambled backward off the bunk, just keeping his footing as he put the piece of furniture between himself and Tillman.

-Better to Face the Bullets by @ishtarelisheba

how did it ever get into their heads that they’re cowards

#the wingfeather saga #inkheart #better to face the bullets #I am hyperfixating HARD on these three right now #peet the sockman #artham wingfeather #dustfinger #rummond gold #this came to me on my drive home from work #all three scenes aligned in my head and I was compelled to get the books and type these up aghajkfsjf #thankfully one is a fanfic and therefore on ao3 #also I think these three boys would get along #they're just sitting in a quiet room talking drinking tea and playing cards or something #meanwhile Idk what they'd be doing but Arendelle Belle and Roxanne would also get along #they're talking about women's rights in their worlds (or a lack thereof) ajhgaksf #nia is also there #ANYWAY #I have been having THOUGHTS

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