#echolocation anon

[urhoneycombwitch]

okay as a glasses wearer I have honestly never really cared about other people wearing glasses

BUT

The thought of older Steve or older Eddie whipping out some readers?? yeah.... it turns me on a lil I won't lie!!

Husky neighbor Eddie??? (idk if we established him as older but it doesn't matter because) his big ass arms and thick fingers pulling out some dainty wire frames to put up on his nose???!!!! every time I picture husky neighbor Eddie he's always in a white shirt and ass hugging thigh hugging bulge hugging jeans or sweatpants (I honestly think black flannel ones are better than grey) tbh that's like his character fit in my head and then adding the readers to it.... hot. very hot.

any time anyone with tattoos wears glasses it makes me crazy. okay downtown academia... come kiss me about it

so I've def written 90s!Dad!Steve with glasses but didn't even think ab the possibilities of husky!Eddie and some readers.

he for sure has an old 70s tortoiseshell pair that Wayne had as a spare. whenever you catch him squinting at his phone or at a diner menu or at roadsigns ur like Okay peepaw. Time to take your bifocals out <3

[sealestialangel]

  

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[yandere-wishes]

｡ ₊°༺Meet me at our spot༻°₊ ｡

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જ⁀➴ Lost the ask for this but hopefully the Anon sees this and knows it's for them: excitedly chewing on legos OMG NO cause this is so juicy, like let me just rip out Jason's heart for a sec. Let me fill him with rage and break his heart a little.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ When Jason dies, he leaves a hole in your heart. One that you're certain the Red Hood can mend.

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Your sister doesn't appreciate the little bird that follows her like a shadow.

She says his presence is like an eclipse, an eerie, tiring thing.

Some day she'll miss the repartee, the attention, the "friend" she made along the way, someday when the boy lays in a coffin six feet deep, as little birds tend to do. She'll realize that he took a part of her with him. Buried beneath the earth, left to rot and waste.

Of course, she only grows more frustrated when you say such things.

When you remind her how fleeting and fragile this life is.

He was the happiest of them all. Cheerful little bird following his father through the shadows, chirping in joy as he skipped to echolocation. Playing with a naive kitty who never fully understood that they were meant to be enemies.

It's funny looking back, realizing how fickle children truly are. How you used to joke so earnestly about eating him whole and plucking his feathers from between your teeth. As you both sat on a skyscraper's edge sharing a juice box. Jason would laugh, would throw his head back, and kick his legs.

"That'll just mean we'd be together forever. I can haunt you from the inside."

You do truly wish it had been you that had killed him. That you had gotten the chance to peel the meat from his bones and savor their flavor upon your tongue. You would have enjoyed the crunch and pop of the cobalt between your teeth. Enjoyed finally, finally being able to crack open his skull and unburden him of his terrors.

But in the end, the kitty cat never reached the robin.

No, it was in fact the clown that gobbled him whole.

There's a part of depression that's relatively saccharine. The isolation and the silver of worry you feel, sweating off people when they note the vibrations of melancholy you emit. You see your mother's concern and your sister's vexation. You like how it makes you feel powerful. Like a divine decree to burn and kill. But you never do go after the clown. Your mother had forbidden such fruitless endeavors.

"I don't need you in a coffin as well".

Still, you long to wring the Joker's neck between your claws.

You had met him in the dark of an alley almost three months ago.

Requiem is held here often, in the shadow of your skyscraper. The armistice sanctuary where the two of you had spent the final quarter of your nights. No war, no fighting, just two kids in masks lying in the moon's gentle rays.

Your bag of jewels slumps over your shoulder. It feels like the weight of the world.

In the dark, a red thing moves. The ground shakes under his steps as the gloom slips off his body. He is rejected by the dark and unwanted by the light. "What you got in the bag Kitty Cat?" his voice is distorted, like an echo escaping a pit.

You jump, clawing for his arm upon descent, but the fabric he wears is too thick, the attack never reaches his skin. He uses your confusion to land a kick between your ribs. You slid over the concrete street, friction slivering the side of your uniform and the flesh beneath. When you look up again, he's seized the jewels and is halfway through scaling a nearby building. He turns to you, the white eyes of his mask sink into the crevasses of your soul. His fingers touch the side of his masked head in a mock salute.

"Haven't lost your touch sweetheart"

You spend most of the day sleeping in the sun, the only bearable thing left to do. You dream in shades of sugar plums and lilies. Sweet things that keep the bitter nightmares away.

It's gotten so hard to wake up lately.

So hard to stay awake.

Batman once told you that time heals all wounds. Maybe when you're older you'll forget the frantic patter of your heart when Jason smiled at you.  

A shadow blocks the sun, making you stir. Red menace that bears death like a perfume. When you look at him, your body chills. You choke on foreign nostalgia. Deja vu pricks at your bones trying to engrave itself upon the marrow. Why does the Red Hood feel like a forgotten memory? Like a lullaby, your mother used to sing.

He doesn't leave, he just stares. Unblinking white lights instead of eyeballs. Trained on your body. You feel naked under his gaze. It's almost as if he's torn you apart and memorized every little detail about you. Refusing to sew you up again. He leaves you an open cadaver for his cruel entertainment.

Hours pass, he only ever stares.

You've stopped sleeping since that day.

His ghost haunts you. Flickering in the moonlight as you sink beside an alley wall. When you look up, Jason is there beaming down at you. Jejune, unscarred in every way. You feel phantom kisses across your knuckles.

Just a street cat and her dead birdie.

When did depression and insomnia become such good friends?

"I miss you" you whispered, as tears slid down your cheeks. You blink, trying to relieve the irritation in your eyes. When something blunt and cold presses against your forehead. He's there, the red menace, the annoying thorn that wedged too deeply into your flesh. Pointing his favorite handgun at your head. You almost wish he would shoot.

When the light hits his helmet just right, it's like an open head wound.

"You look so ethereal in the moonlight, like a corpse bleeding out."

He's taken aback by your statement, he tenses, his fingers twitch. In anger or shock, you aren't quite sure. "You're really disturbed, you know that kitty?" His tragicomic lilt tastes so irritably sweet. You can't help but laugh like a madman.

Maybe Batman was right, maybe time does heal all wounds.

Maybe you've finally found your eschar.

When Red Hood punches you, hard enough to fracture bone, you can't help but relish in sickly-sweet sentimentality.

He's so familiar but you just don't know why.

Osteonic, pneumonic your body remembers while you do not.

"Keep throwing punches like that and I might think you hate me, darling." You blow him a fake kiss before he sweeps your feet, making you fall back.

He straddles your hips, pinning you to the ground. You gave him a fake pout before his hand is on your throat. Squeezing, harder and harder. It's like he's trying to push stars inside you, making you connect them and form constellations to say everything he never can.

Spots dance across your vision as you offer him a final giggle.

"Come on kitty, I thought you could take a little roughhousing."

It happens again.

He's so haunting in the daylight. Like a ghost twice dead.

He's staring

He's always staring

You didn't need to see his open casket

You would have thought him sleeping

He's dead he's dead he's dead

You say it so often these days it's like a mantra.

Jason, Red Hood.

Where does one begin and the other end?

You can't keep pushing the ghost of your childhood friend into the first new vigilante in town. But you can't help it.

It's like Jason's been reincarnated.

Like he's finally returned.

You've taken to reading Hamlet.

Not because you want to.

But because you feel like the answer to these phantoms lies between the ivory pages.

Or maybe it's because you wish to study Ophelia's madness. In hopes of finding a cure for your own.

You feel like Ophelia drowning in the river creek.

You feel like Hamlet arguing with apparitions.  

"I hate you." He screams one night, he's been chasing you for the better part of an hour after your recent heist at the museum. You laugh and throw him a kiss as you jump to the next building. But midair Red Hood tackles you, using your body to cushion his fall. Your bodies rest entwined atop that familiar skyscraper. "I love this place" you mutter from underneath him. "I used to come here with my best friend when we were young. It was..."

"...Our spot" he finishes. He lets out a bitter chuckle that sounds more like a profanity aimed straight at you. He stands again, knees keeping you pinned down, digging into your hips. His fist collides with your face again. He does it so often now you've come to almost love them.

"Jason" you murmur as the blood trickles down your nose, you feel something in your eye pop as you laugh. "You remind me so much of him".

Red Hood stands taller. For a second the world stills. He reaches behind and pulls up his helmet...

There's a popped blood vessel in your eye. Or many a concussion has bloomed within your skull. Regardless the vision flickering before you can't be real.

"I've got you under my skin" he murmurs as he lays a chaste kiss upon your cheek. "No matter what I do, I just can't get rid of the thoughts of you." He pulls your body up and embraces you so tightly. You only whisper his name like a scared prayer. Inhale his scent like ichore. He's too solid to be a ghost. Or maybe you're finally dead.

Jason buries his face in your neck. Muffling his sobs as he bites into your shoulder, letting your taste erupt inside his mouth. He's missed you, he's missed you more than anything else. It hurts knowing you'd be willing to replace him with someone else. Hurts that you fell for the first wise-cracking man in a mask that you met. But it's okay, it's fine, he can punish you later. For now, all that matters is that you're right where you belong.

At your spot, with him.

"I'll never leave you again kitty, I promise"

[brittle-doughie]

2nd attempt in sending this ask.

Integrity anon finally back, this has been sitting on my phone for months, mainly from procrastination and not being able to think of anything, took me listening to secret garden on loop to figure out how this would go but it's here now.

Y/n had been travelling for a few weeks after their departure from the village, they seem to be lucky cause it seems the next god is a little more closer to them than the Autonomy god. doesn't mean it's not far tho.

During Y/n's short stops in their journey, they realise that the flourishing plants grow much more faster and seem healthier than the average greenery back home, there also seems to be more animals than it should normally be, Y/n takes this as a sign that they're getting closer to their designation and so they continue their journey.

It's midnight now and the forest is still as lively as it was in the day, countless moths being attracted to Y/n's lantern(Y/n doesn't mind the moths, they find them beautiful), fireflies seen glowing in their peripheral vision, crickets are heard in the background, centipedes crawling on the forest floor, and bats flying in the night sky using echolocation to navigate their surroundings. They hear whispers after a few hours, and so they trek on.

The whispers quickly grow louder and a second later, they find a flourishing garden filled with nocturnal flowers with countless Nymphaeas floating on the water as a small water fall is seen at the back. In the middle of all the gorgeous plant life lies a statue of the Creation god, They walk towards the statue while being mindful of their steps as to not destroy any of the flowers, sits infront of the statue and falls asleep.

Y/n opens their eyes and is immediately greeted by the Creation god.

"Hello mortal cookie, I suppose your here from seeking me out with the guidance of a fellow god?"

Y/n, speechless by the beauty of the surroundings, simply nods. Before they could say their reason behind their visit, the Creation god interrupts them.

"*chuckles* Through your interactions with Truth and Autonomy, I already know your reason for being here little cookie, for your encounters with my fellow gods have strengthen our bond enough to be able to talk to each other once more, and this will be strengthen even more from interactions with two more gods."

The Creation god continues.

"Now then, walk towards me mortal cookie, I shall place my own emblem symbol over the mark of that beast cookie."

Y/n does so and an emblem symbol is placed over burning spice cookie's mark, removing it in the process. The emblem symbol is larger than the 2 previous emblem symbols, it appears on the entire front of the torso, it is an open egg with a fully grown tree sprouting out of it, with a seed in the middle of the tree trunk. It speeds up plant growth like trees or vegetables and ensures that the plants lives healthily.

"I wish you the best in your journey, mortal cookie."

Before the Creation god sends Y/n on their way, they speak once more.

"And I appreaciate you taking great care on where you step when walking in my garden, I have been nourishing both it and the forest with my abilities for more than a millennia. I'd appreciate it if you visit this place once in a while, farewell, mortal cookie."

And Y/n wakes up with an egg right next to them. The egg has a carved outline of a tree with a carved outline of a seed on the back, it can be cracked open and it will start to rapidly grow a fruit tree of one's choice, the tree's roots will also rapidly grow nearby plant life and will grow beautiful flowers of the respective area. Once the fruit is now fully grown, it can replenish strength when eaten, the fruit will not rot away so you are able to store the rest of the fruits for future use. When all fruits are picked off the tree, it will retreat back into the egg and the egg closes, ready to be cracked open again.

Y/n stands up as the compass points to a new direction, they watch where they step once more and begin their journey.

fun fact 1: This isn't too related to the story but basically I forgot about the soul jams. When I remembered them, searched them up and saw pure vanilla's I went "oh 👁️👄👁️" So now I went with pv's soul jam coming full circle with the Integrity of truth cuz why not.

fun fact 2: When the five integrity gods first learn about the beast marks they will at some point in their interaction with y/n, will inhale and do a long exasperated sigh like a parent dissapointed in their child.

Bonus:

I completely forgot to give a function to Autonomy's emblem symbol so here's a basic summary of it-

Autonomy's emblem symbol gives great amounts of physical energy, determination and perseverance when needed. This allows Y/n to surpass the strength limit of their body without consequences and be able to achieve what is deemed impossible.

Y/n was already op with the Truth god's emblem symbol, now with Autonomy's and Creation's emblem symbols? Yeah there's no way of defeating them, then again the emblem symbols are derived from powers of gods so it's reasonable on why having one already makes Y/n op.

-Integrity anon

I mean what can they do, really. Beasts like to mark what’s theirs with their own ways of doing so, Spice is just a bit blunt on that regard.

[block-tales-headcanons]

i feel like im floading your inbox uohghh im sorry if i am butt ikm soo inlove with this blog oouggh

Hatred's echolocation cannot detect windows so believe me when i say they bumped to a window way to many times

Hatred is made of Player's blood due to them having properties of liquid, aswell as Solitude, but hym is just slime

Fear is a Douglas Fir (Spikkyy treee or plant)

I love giving characters bird features so BAMN Greed is Peafowl/Peacock, apart of the Phasianidae family, to be specific the Pavo peacock (Asiatic peafowl) the green peafowl. I have done my research

Greed can randomly grow tix and plucks them off like its nothing

Solitude can beat everyone in video games

Hatred has a sweet tooth and loves eating desserts, coffee jelly/ref, caramel sweets, but is DEATHLY allergic to chocolate

When Hatred has found a new area they usually try to remember the path and patterns with a stick before trying to remember the path without the stick

"Emotion-Enjoyer" Anon

I can’t think of a joke

also don’t worry about the spamming I actually like getting spammed with hcs lmao

[schrodinger-swriter]

Hii! I really love your writing!

That's why i wanted to request Sir Pentious x reader who is a Bat, like Bat demon?? I hope you understand, reader can be GN or male.

Have a good day/ night! :3

Sir Pentious x Bat!Reader

My apologies Dear Anon, I hadn't seen your ask until now, I hope you can forgive me for the delay :C

Regardless, I hope you enjoy! C:

The Reader's gender is unspecified, as I feel in my writing there isn't much reason to identify the gender, so I hope that is alright with you!

Similar to the winged reader post he is going to sometimes use your wings as a blanket. However with an added bonus; you can wrap your wings around him and hold him to your chest, effectively wrapping you both up together like a burrito. Another idea borrowed from the linked post is flying side by side with his ship, similarly offering him a surprise at the sight of you.

As for your other bat traits, he thinks your large ears are cute... bonus if you use them to express yourself, similar to how he uses his hood.

Whether you use echolocation is dependent on what kind of bat you are; as it seems not all bats use it, in fact some don't use it all from the quick research I did for this post! How neat is that? I bet if you were a fruit bat, for example, Pentious would be shocked to find out that you don't use echolocation. In fact you'd have pretty sharp eyesight! Neat!

He installs a small area in his ship for you to hang upside down and rest. He sleeps in a circular bed like a nest, I'm sure he would be touched if you did something to accommodate his needs.. hence why he did this for you!

Another fun fact, not all bats hibernate... if you happen to be one that does, he's going to try to spend as much time as he can with you before you go to sleep. Perhaps he might even try to delay the inevitable...

Or on the flip side, you don't hibernate but he still gets the thought into his head that you do... which leads to him suddenly becoming even more clingy than usual... you'll have to sit him down to explain..

[velvetwyrme]

HI ITS ME AGAIN KAONEETLE ANON!! 👋👋👋👋

I THINK ITS CANON THAT KAON ECHOLOCATES??

also

i think djd cybugs would be HORRIBLE(/pos) and i might draw themem ??

i also bring the ideas of:

pillbug swerve. spider sunder(spunder?) spider tarn(yarn) alterantive to lightnig bug kaon: bombadier beetle kaon but replace the weird acid styff they spray with electricity. Moth Pharma. Praying mantis Tesarus. Ant Nickel??? Bee Nickel??? Praying mantis drift??????? UHHHHHH yeahimgobnadrawthis 🤯🤯🤯

👋BYE

o/!! hello again! so many buges in my inbox... shfjfhdk,,

bug DJD would be TERRIBLE good LORD.

and these are all really fun ideas! SPIDER SUNDER......... ABSOLUTELY HORRIFYING (APPRECIATIVE),, lil spider tarn holding employee reviews by tying one of the others up and sitting them down HFJFHE,, BEE NICKEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and YES- someone's brought up mantis drift before and it's so so so good,,, hes such a perfect mantis

if you do draw anything please do show me/tag me, id love to see 🥺!!

[phightingheadcanons]

Okay okay I thought up a something:

Mx Bot is a bat, in both the sense that they have the webbed fingers and even some membranes on the arms, horns that slightly resemble bat ears, but also they have TERRIBLE eyesight. The fact their gear is a tablet helps a little, their eyes don't get dry if they stare at a screen for too long but they're still practically blind and lean more into using echolocation. It's also why their box mask doesn't have eyeholes.

Also pirahna Spray Paint. Just saying bc the wiki said he has sharp teeth but it isn't there anymore. Either it's natural or he sharpens them with a nail file(Buckét tried addressing the issue of her nail files going missing but both him and Rainbeau have the 'so good at lying they convinced everyone they're bad at lying' thing so now she's convinced a ghost in their apartment steals the nail files)

- star wars anon

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[broidobe]

𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔰

requested by my orca-obsessed anon, 💋!

☾after the band dismisses the reader's love for orcas, izzy comforts her and encourages her to share everything she loves☽

☾warnings: mild social discomfort, brief mention of insecurity, lots of fluff☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

izzy had warned them. he really had.

but as soon as you walked into the room, eyes bright with excitement, practically vibrating with enthusiasm, and launched into yet another orca fact, he could feel the familiar tension settle over the band.

“you know, orcas actually have names for each other. they call out specific sounds to identify family members—almost like how we use names,” you said, eyes flicking between the guys as if they’d be just as fascinated as you were.

steven blinked. “huh.”

duff scratched the back of his neck, clearly searching for something to say. “that’s, uh… really cool.”

slash, bless him, tried to engage. “so, like… they just yell their names in the ocean?”

“they don’t yell, it’s all through echolocation! it’s super complex, actually—”

axl exhaled sharply through his nose and shot izzy a look. one that clearly said, this again?

izzy sighed. he loved the guys, he really did, but they didn’t get it. they didn’t get you. and that irritated him more than anything.

because he loved this about you. the way you could go on forever about something you were passionate about. the way your entire face lit up when you talked about orcas—like they were the greatest creatures to ever exist. and sure, maybe you went on for a little too long sometimes, but so what? it wasn’t hurting anyone.

still, he saw the way your excitement dimmed as the guys exchanged glances, shifting uncomfortably. you weren’t stupid. you could tell when you were losing your audience.

“i just—” you started, but your voice wavered. you swallowed, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “never mind.”

izzy felt something in him snap. he didn’t say anything—just took your hand, gently but firmly, and led you out of the room without looking back. the guys could roll their eyes all they wanted. you weren’t going to sit there and feel small around them. not when he had any say in it.

as soon as you were alone in his hotel room, he pulled you into his chest. you went willingly, burying your face in his shirt, your body still tense.

“they don’t mean anything by it,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “they’re just idiots.”

you huffed against his chest. “i know i talk too much sometimes.”

“yeah, and?” he pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “i like it.”

you blinked at him. “you like that i never shut up about orcas?”

izzy smirked. “yeah. it’s cute. and it’s you.” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “now, come on. tell me another fact.”

your eyes widened. “izzy, you don’t have to—”

“i want to,” he said simply. “tell me everything. tell me why they’re the best.”

and just like that, the light returned to your face, your words spilling out in an excited rush as izzy settled in beside you, letting your voice fill the room, the sound of it more comforting than anything he could imagine.

[from-the-pearled-waters]

Rules

DO NOT SEXUALIZE HER. She is nude, yes, but that is because shes was born during a time where the gods did NOT wear clothes, that, and she lives UNDER WATER. 2. NO NSFW. i aint no FREAK 3. you can bully the character, NOT THE MOD (leave me alone T.T) 4. No discriminations of ANYSORT 5. Please dont sent go fund.me asks, im broke and a minor so i CANNOT DONATE 6. 14+ Restricted blog, if i find your younger your going to be blocked You will get 2 warnings. if you dont listen by the third you will be blocked. if you use an anon i will turn anons off ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Other people! (will Add as i continue) @thenebulaanon @pbam0ney @mangoorou ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MOD ACC @azai-coi (THATS RIGHT! ITS ME AGAIN >:) [Mod respones] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Echolocating- (talking to ocean anons) >>Signing<< (for those who cant echolocate) ~Actions~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her forms (depents on water type)

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Imagine a bat mutant reader who's living on the streets, probably half blind and using echolocation(quite literally blind as a bat)..

But they also have the same level of audacity as a honey badger and probably tried throwing hands with the platonic yans

bat Reader trying to throw hands with a sentinel: https://youtu.be/VOK4NtCkNGg?si=-sBzOfcac72UDDG8

Sincerel, Bat anon :]

Ahahaha! Bat mutant Reader would be a thrill! They're this scruffy lean bean who has wings, they wear a sweater or jacket to hide them, they hiss at the platonic yans when they try to convince them to join their team, and they'd fist-fight them or a sentinel for daring to try and mess with them!

• Bat mutant Reader makes angry squeaks when they're mad, and has soft, chirpy squeaks when they're having a good dream

• They love fruits and meats, especially blood oranges

• They like stars

• They can echolocate

• They sleep in weird places

• They have tried to fight several of the platonic yans, who tried to move them or scheme to get Reader to come with them (they left little scratches and possibly a bite mark or two, and might have made them lose their hearing for a few minutes)

Bat mutant Reader is a spicy, feisty bby. They're ferocious. Cunning. Clever. Resilient. But they can be won over, it's just... not the way anyone expected...

[techs-goggles9902]

Hello! a couple things

1 youre so freakin awesome and i love your writing

2 what does your nickname ge'tal mean?

3 are you willing to write something sweet and fluffy for fives x reader x echo?? like theyre not dating each other just both dating reader and its all lovey and completely okay w everyone if not maybe just echo x reader? 👉👈

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x GN!Reader)

Summary: Echo’s on leave (thank Maker)

Warnings: none just fluff. THIS CAN BE EITHER PRE OR POST CITADEL ECHO

Word Count: 484

A/N: Hi!!! I wish I know who you are, anon!! 1) THANK YOU 2) Ge’tal means “red” in Mando’a and my pookie bear Jamie AKA Ka’ra named me that 😊 3) okay, I spent a long time simmering on this. I’m comfy writing it but I’m not sure how and I don’t want to give you a crap story so I chose the latter option 🥺 I’m sorry though!!! I’ve been dealing with stomach and leg issues so I’m really sorry I took a while to answer :(

Requests are open! See Masterlist for details!!!!

Echo’s fingers drum against his chest softly, the only sound other than your quiet snoring. He returned from his latest mission yesterday afternoon, spoiling you with so many loving kisses.

His hazel eyes drift over to you. The gentle curvature of your figure nestled beneath your bed sheets brought a warm feeling to Echo’s chest. He slowly turns onto his side to face you, bringing his warm hand to your cheek, brushing over the bone.

“Cyare… are you awake?” He whispers, soft enough that if you were still sleeping, he wouldn’t wake you.

“Mmmm… no,” you reply, your voice laced with sleep. Your eyes crack open to find Echo’s staring at yours through the darkness.

“Oh, okay,” he grins, his thumb brushing over your soft lips.

“Mr. Echolocation, it’s barely tomorrow… why’re you awake?” You ask as he pulls you closer and curls a leg around your own.

“I didn’t wanna sleep… ‘cause then I’ll miss out on time with you,” his eyes look so innocent, his eyebrows just barely knitting together and turning up in the middle. His little pout that always makes you fold during arguments or spats.

His gentle fingers gliding along your soft skin, down your cheek, tracing your Adam’s apple, tugging slightly at the collar of your sleep shirt.

“You may be here today, gone tomorrow… but it’s the fact you made it home, no?” You groggily mumble, this time pulling him closer and burying your face in the warmth of his neck.

“Yeah… home to you.’ He presses a kiss to the top of your head, your hair ticking his lips.

“Go to sleep… we have tomorrow to have fun.”

”Is that an order?”

”Yes, it is, Mr. Echolocation.”

A soft chuckle leaves Echo’s lips as his breathing becomes more and more even and quieter.

How you managed to escape Echo’s grasp, you have no idea. The man barely moves in his sleep, his arms never releasing you throughout the night. You would’ve stayed in bed longer, just to watch him get quality rest for once.

The way his ARC Trooper expression softens in sleep, the tight muscles finally smoothing back into his skin, makes your heart melt. Even thinking about it makes a small grin creep onto your lips as you stand at your stove to make breakfast - real breakfast.

You’re so lost in thought you don’t hear the soft footsteps behind you. You only come out of your trance when you feel Echo’s arms snaking around your waist from behind, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“You left me, cyare… wake me up next time.”

“No, you need the sleep, Echo. Plus, you’re cute in the mornings.”

”What, I’m not cute all the time?”

”Oh, you…”

His gruff - yet warm - chuckle sends a ripple down your throat and through the vertebrae of your spine.

“I love you, cyare.”

”I love you, Mr. Echolocation.”

Cyare = beloved [sha-rey]

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[24hrsoda]

This is gonna be long and prob uninteresting so feel free to skip but I saw that you wrote that you didn't think of species when drawing bats for your au and that we're free to interpret them how we want and though Large flying fox wouldn't match what you've drawn super well (outside of colour) cause they've got small ears and are raven sized(up to around 1kg in weight and 1.5 meter wing span), it'd mean that Cass could very easily hitch a ride as long as she's a normal sized bat(like a black myotis, though all vesper bats are prob too small so a species of leaf nosed bat might fit better but she doesnt have a leaf nose).

Also Cass having small eyes but being able to echolocate while Bruce has big ol eyes and can't would be a fun parallel to Cass's mask not having visible eyes and her whole 'body language as a native language' thing(like... both being an extra sense kinda deal).

I really hope this isn't a bother i just love bats and will use any excuse i can get to word vomit about them, they are such an awesome group of animals(they make up a fifth of all discovered mammal species(1300) and the smallest have a weight that's like 1/400th that of the biggest! Not to mention the variation in noses and ears!) and your au is very cute(Not to mention all the other awesome art)!

Hope you have a good day! Also, please look up the Lesser mouse-tailed bat if you haven't seen it i love them, ghost bats(woag... like the ship) are really funny looking too. Most bat species are fucked up little freaks and i love them all, they might be part of what got me into batman ngl 👉👈. I'd def recommend looking through bat species just for the hell of it cause they really are awesome, theres some real cute and bizzare ones out there. I've personally used dif species as inspiration for dif batman designs.

Ok i'm restraining myself so hard to not write more i want to write about the bird eating spectral bats so bad but this is. So long. And unsolicited.

Ghostbats are ugly-cute little gremlins! I’ve come across so many pictures of them while looking up ghostbat (the ship) related things!

I do find a lot of bats to be strange and funny looking but cute in their own way :3 I just don’t have enough bat knowledge to decide which species of bat first best for each Bat family member lol. But plenty of people seem to have better ideas than i do!

These are all interesting, Anon! And the differences between Cass and Bruce would make for some super interesting and cute connections between the two of them.

(I did go back and do some research to find the photos i used as references when i first started sketching the AU and i believe i used pictures of fruit bats, which may be why i colored them brown!!)

and speaking of ghostbat…maybe Khoa needs to make an appearance or two in this AU…and i have a pretty good idea of how to do that :3

[softpawpup]

shrew regressor things !! ( request from anon )

sniff sniff snorf snorf

moves very quickly, super jumpy

makes mouth sounds as a stim

likes to curl up under their caregiver

likes to feel sheltered and protected

keeps their room dark, doesn't like going out on super bright days, very light sensitive

not great eyesight, better hearing though

squeaks to mimic echolocation

they bite things when they get nervous and anxious

nuzzles their caregivers hands

likes to dig and burrow into couches and blankets and beds

when they do play outside they dig holes and tunnels in the dirt

usually dirty after playtime

kind of clumsy and needs their caregivers help to move around steadily sometimes

[ii-meeple-confessions]

THE METAGS IS A GOOD POINT!!!! I love speculating on silly little things like what time ii takes place in... ambiguous time between 2018 and 2022 how lovely!!! I will make this an actual confession though since I'm on the topic of metags:

I love them. I love them so so much. They're so stupid. Why are they alive. How do they see things. What is wrong with them... Beautiful little beasts. Actually, on the note of how they see things, I wonder if they don't see visually but instead use some kind of app to scan the Meeple facilities. Kind of like echolocation if your echolocation is a visible map to you. Maybe they have a "Find Me App" instead of a "Find My App".... On that note, I think it's interesting that they're used as Guards of all things. I feel like they'd be more useful as spies, being able to keep track of meeple devices.

....On that note, I just realized, the Find My App was released on iOS 13 September 2019... The latest Mephone, the Mephone X is originally shipped with iOS 11 BUT CAN run iOS 13. Thus, the latest Mephone that CAN run iOS 13 is the Mephone6S.

The only PROBLEM with this is that we've been shown downgrading/upgrading iOS's (meOS's in this case...) changes the personality and software OF the Meeple. So, none of the Mephones can update to iOS 13, because it'd literally wipe out their very being.

GOOD JOB COBS, YOUR METAGS CANT EVEN SERVE THEIR ORIGINAL PURPOSE????? ?????????????????? The Find My App has no use these phones CANT BE TRACKED?????? this is genuinely so funny to me -2G Anon

GEHEHEHEHE I DIDN’T EVEN THINK OF THAT OHH MY GOD. just purposeless little bugs roaming around meeple hq… what guys… I wanna hold one in the palm of my hand

[swordy-da-goat]

[tw: a whole boatload of text]

So I had a great idea and it was for the Codex Inanimus, a book of creatures that arose after the Animation, an event that caused a large majority of inanimate objects to come to life (often in gruesome and gross ways). I just thought your art reminded me of some of the Codex creatures, so I'm volunteering the Speakerfolk: The Speakerfolk, contrary to their name, are not sentient organisms. They are scavengers who move around on wire-like "arms" that allow them to walk. The fabric found on inanimate speakers is also found in Speakerfolk; in the latter case, it's used as a mouth and a filter to allow the species to eat. Speakerfolk seem to not have any eyes, but use the parts given to them by their inanimate predecessors to echolocate. Speakerfolk tend to feed on the remains of other beings that also used to be electric devices, like Mice. Speakerfolk also tend to burrow into the ground and live in large "packs" of 10 or more.

Sorry if you don't wanna read all that.

I imagine this is what they look like based on your description. Cool idea anon!