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[zouzab]

Hey did y’all know I’m a trans man who named myself after Peet the sock man? My name irl is literally Peet cuz of him. He was a very pivotal part of my childhood + identity.

[zouzab]

[book 1 + slight show s1e1 - s1e3 spoilers]

It Was Always The Plan.

—

It had to be believable, that’s what they told him. They worked the plan into his scrawny little frame, until he knew and believed in it with every fiber of his being.

It had to be believable, to the last detail, and so he was starved till the brink of death. He clutched his burning abdomen, staring with wide, wet eyes as they sealed the crate, and sent him to Skree.

It was always the plan.

That didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore than Oskar. Knife in shaky fingers, Zouzab lunged for the throat.

[zouzab]

[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

[zouzab]

I gotta sleep but I am feral over Zouzab and Slarb and their parallels and stories. I mean most of what I’m obsessing over is. Hardly canon. Cuz I read into things way too deep. But yknow? Who cares. My blorbos. Mine.

[zouzab]

I posted it to ao3 🧍‍♂️ edited it a little, but it’s mostly the same. This brainworm hit me like a train, huh?

[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.

…

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.

[zouzab]

[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.

…

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.

[zouzab]

[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.”

[zouzab]

Sketch of Zouzab from memory! I have a lotta references saved of him but I doodled this one at church, tho I may refine/render it later if inspired so.

[zouzab]

Interest check for a Wingfeather Saga discord server!

Would anyone be interested in joining/helping moderate a Wingfeather Saga server if I started one? It would be for both the books and the animated series, and have sections for art, theories, fanfiction, new episode discussion, etc.

If you think you'll be in the fandom for a while and would be interested in helping out, let me know! I can handle the more technical aspects of building a server, so mods would mostly be in charge of keeping an eye out that everyone is being respectful and following the rules. (And since this is the Wingfeather Saga fandom we're talking about, that shouldn't be a hard job. I love how kind and thoughtful this community is!) Name suggestions/ideas for the server would be welcome as well!

Like, reblog, or send a message if you'd be interested in joining!

[zouzab]

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