TOOK ME ALL DAY BUT I DID IT!!!!
@moonchild-in-blue im so sorry that i am tagging you so much.
*the echos working*
*SLAM!!*
IV: *walking into the kitchen as he ties up his hair*
IV: Hows work ladies?
not his sweater, not hiding shit
the Echos: hes not hiding it AT ALL
IV: What?
Evaline: Hows your bassist~ elanor & evie making fun of IV
IV: CRAP!!
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im trying to figure out how to draw the echos/esperas without making them straight up the esperas but also keeping them looking somewhat like them?
first of all we have Evaline, Erie, & Elanor (not the actual esperas names obviously. because im ✨OC-ifying✨ them) it is in order btw.
i did “try” to draw them how i remember them. ive seen some photos of them on their insta. but i have bad memory, and wanted to see if i could make my own renditions just from the foggy memory)
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the bitches group chat
III: he put hickeys all over my pecs
II: whose “he”?
III: the baker :3
Vessel: YOU SLEPT WITH IVY?????
III:…
III: yeah
Vessel: AND YOU DIDNT TELL US???
III: i can tell you how it was~
II:…
II: come home NOW!
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NPC Spotlight: Shivering Echo
Born to Diving Heron and Striking Lightning 38 moons ago, Shivering Echo has always been one for adventure. He and the other cubs his age were always doing their best to try and get out of camp, and see the mystical things the elders had always told them stories about.
It was a moon before their apprenticeship would begin that Shivering Echo would make it all the way to the Sunsquirrel’s clearing. He had heard many stories of the iridescent creatures that could tell you the future.
He was impatient, though, and couldn’t stand the thought of sitting still until they came out of their nests. His parents would notice his absence soon, and he needed to see the future now. His best solution? Climb.
To this day, Echo couldn’t tell you the specifics of what happened next even if he wanted to. He remembers trying to climb up to a nest with a beautiful striped feather sitting in it. He remembers reaching out with a single paw.
And then he remembers falling. But he never felt the impact of the landing.
He woke up the next day in the healer’s den, his parents frantic and upset. A guardian patrol had been sent out to find the cub, after other young ones had finally admitted the truth. But Echo didn’t seem to mind the trouble. He had decided it was all worth it, for what he had seen.
He described his experiences in and out of consciousness. The healers say they almost died. And that’s when he knew what he had seen. Somewhere not quite the land of the living, and not quite to the Beyond, where StarClan laid their borders. A place in the middle, what he deemed the “In-Between”
Shivering Echo neglected much of his Hunter training, becoming obsessed with returning to this place they had glimpsed into. He would spend days at a time in the Clearing, begging StarClan, or whoever it was who sent him this vision, for answers.
He figured his near-death experience, falling out of that tree, must have caused his body to begin the journey to the Beyond while his soul wasn’t ready, or something like that, and that’s what he was determined to recreate. He became reckless with himself, obsessed with a single moment of vision between consciousness, something ethereal and greater than anything anyone had ever seen before.
Not many believed him in the beginning, but maybe his determination despite what it did to his reputation was what gained Shivering Echo followers. He spoke of the In-Between to anyone who would listen, of its power and beauty, of the strange creatures he caught glimpses of. No one else had heard of this place before, so it was impossible to know if he told the truth. But his conviction won some over, and the belief began to spread.
Once Shivering Echo had become a hunter, a recognized adult, they began planning a trip. He had spoken with the otters after sneaking beyond the baobab’s to BevyClan, and they spoke of a great cave that glowed with starlight during full moons. That was surely his ticket, he just needed to find it.
He approached Sunlit Morning for their blessing, and with some hesitation, it was granted. At the next gathering, he was given permission to speak with the other clan’s leaders about sending their own sabers along, but he was only allowed to bring those who willingly volunteered for the journey. Word of his visions had spread beyond the borders by now, and each clan had a few who were interested in seeing what could be discovered.
The storm put a pause on his plans, but Shivering Echo was never one to be deterred. He had faced many challenges over his convictions before, and one more would not be the end. He bided his time, and helped his clan as any dutiful Hunter would in times of strife. When the weather cleared, he did not ask SunClan’s new leader for permission, believing that the late Sunlit Morning’s blessing was all he really needed.
When the weather cleared, they were gone, along with any who wanted to join. No one has heard from the group since their departure, and no one knows when to expect them back, if ever.
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it's a fun hc of mine that during dick's robin days, he went through the "omg i wish i had a cool secret language so i can have secret conversations with my friends" phase all kids go through. but one of his closest friends at the time also happened to be the batman, a guy with possibly the most bizarrely diverse arsenal of skills in the world. bruce sees the merit in the entire idea of a coded language to communicate rudimentary information when they can hear but not see each other. so why not make a code built on bird vocalizations? it's pretty much incomprehensible to anyone without a trained ear or comprehensive knowledge of birding and impossible to even passably mimic without proper training, so while the chances of interception are high, the chances of someone understanding it enough to interrupt during the middle of a bird-convo and feed false information are not.
it also, batman and robin come to realize, feeds into the "holy fuck our vigilantes are cryptids" idea. bird sounds that come from seemingly no determinable location (ventriloquism) come to mean batman and robin are nearby. to the goons of gotham, bird song becomes inextricably connected to getting your ass kicked by the dynamic duo. the real reason why criminals don't operate during the day is because they get skittish and jumpy about if the sounds of birds chirping are real birds or some masked vigilantes lying in wait to rock your shit, and it's just easier to commit crimes during the night when all the birds are asleep so you know for sure.
ornithologists have boards on their bedrooms dedicated to the bird-bats of gotham. they've written dissertations.
the bird language becomes a bit of a batfamily bonding connection. teaching each other how to do different clicks and whistles, making up slang so bruce and barbara can't complain of clogging up comms with non-mission relevant talk, searching up birds to associate them with different people, psychologically terrorizing the criminal populace of gotham by chirping at them...
how the bird code works is that there's a bird assigned to each one of gotham's major heavy hitter criminals and vigilantes, and a few assigned to heroes out of the city (by which i mean the ones the bats associate with often enough to have a sign to address by). the only birds i've got so far are the robin (for robin. self-explanatory) and the glistening-green tanager (for the joker). i only have one for the joker bc i wanted to reference this hc in one of my fics and so searched up green birds to find the most eye-searingly annoying-to-look-at green bird i could find, and the glistening-green tanager was the closest one to fit the bill.
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