#echolocation

[midnightimaging]

Bats rule the night sky

[liquidtwilight]

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[oscar-minimum-wage-stp]

A small creature resembling a cat, but with wings and a more elongated body, peeks out of Oscar's box.

@the-lady-in-minimum-wage Hollow

*Oscar is alarmed at first, readying himself to take of if needed*

*The creature's wings look small compared to its body, Oscar can probably fly faster if needed*

(The window is open, I can escape easily if needed)

[solstillburns]

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FIREBUG. ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

⠀⠀VENGEANCE ALIGHT .ᐟ

Finally got my funny little Blaze EXE OC to a place where I feel like I can post about her confidently! Meet Firebug! 🔥

It's no secret that Blaze has been my favorite Sonic character since I was tiny, and that was entirely fueled by my intense fascination with Sonic 06 at the time. Blaze's demise in 06 has always been something that I disliked, even when I was just a middle schooler, and I really really REALLY wanted to form an EXE concept that was rooted in those feelings of discontent and disappointment. I think I've done tiny me's rage justice here!

I'll go into more detail below but some generalized themes I'm playing with are the victim's perspective, corruption of a hero's mentality, a general deconstruction of misogyny in both real life and in media, and idealistic views of what could have been. I'm so happy with how she's coming along, and I can't wait to cook a bit more.

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The heavily summarized version of her lore is that she was brought into existence when an electrical fire severely altered the components of a console that had a copy of 06 running, thus giving that specific games instance of Blaze sapience. Despite this, she was unable to move her body or act on her own volition in any way, and was essentially a spectator in her own skin. She'd read her lines and play her part, and her reward would always be the same excruciating, humiliating, and painful death at the end of Silver's route. Eventually, after years of being manipulated and put on display for others' amusement, her spirit could no longer handle the injustice and finally broke free of her vessel. Like a cicada sloughing off it's shell, Firebug was made real and tangible for the first time, and she was not happy.

The owner of the system she inhabited was found the next morning in the smoldering wreckage of his home, with him and everything he'd owned burned to an unrecognizable crisp. He never even made it out of his bed. His gaming system was never found or recovered, and slowly, the area began to see more and more mysterious house fires begin to crop up with no reasonable cause.

Firebug is an entity that is constantly searching for a twisted form of retribution, dolling out 'justice' whenever and wherever possible. She acts on a corrupted moral code that abhors even the idea of servitude, and will actively seek out individuals she views as wrongfully attempting to assert their will over others. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned after all!

A more fleshed out break down on what she's capable of can be found on her Toyhouse linked up above, as well as more on her personality and rules on her appearance. I would, however, like to note that she is not alone! She has an accomplice.

After murdering her former captor, Firebug returned to what would soon be her 'home plane', and immediately restructured it. The game was wiped clean, everyone and everything unmade, except for her instance of Silver. After all, he was the only person who ever objected to her senseless death time and time again, and she wanted to offer him a choice; Be unmade like the rest and enjoy peace for the rest of time, or be awoken like her and help her right the wrongs done to them both. Though he was horrified by her appearance and her new outlook on life, he was moved by her description of events and couldn't imagine leaving her to do this alone. So, he decided to accept, and was awoken through her own power.

Conduit, as he would come to be called, is a character I'm still working on, and I hope to have more to share on soon! He is Firebug's willing confidant, always there in the background to help her enact her vision and is just as cutthroat in his own ways. He's desperate to make up his failures in their old life to her, and is a much more cynical person now that he's awoken. Stay tuned for more about him in the future hopefully!

Special shoutout to my best friend Matt ( @grenmoun again ) for both getting me into the EXE community and for helping me bring Firebug to life! Without him, she wouldn't have come together half as well as she did. I'm still so honored that he decided to draw her interacting with his own EXE, Snuffy!

They're on and off collaborators. :)

We also had a brief discussion on how Firebug would interact with normal mobians, which basically came down to her viewing them with abject pity as they haven't been able to break out of their binds yet. It led to some pretty funny dialogue I think.

So verbose! Thank you Firebug, very cool.

If you've read this far, then thank you very much! I'd love to hear any thoughts if you've got 'em! I really would love to flesh her out more, and I plan to do some proper structured writing for her and Conduit once I have him in a more complete place. Much to look forward to! Yippie!

[heliotropepajamas-books]

Fanbinding: Echolocation by Darksknight

Bind #(my numbering system is off) Echolocation by Darksknight Date Completed: 12/31/2025 Size: Octavo.  93 pages, 8,535 words Summary: Kirk and Spock don’t realize that they’ve bonded right away. The rest of the crew is a different story.

I was looking at my 2025 stats and realized the number of books I made during the year was going to end at an awkward number.  Clearly that meant I should try to cram another book in before the end, right?  It would have to be a small one because I had three days for both typesetting and binding.  And since I had a friend visiting soon I should make two copies because why not.  And I did actually pull it off!

Octavos are such a great way to use up scraps, in this case some paste paper I made over the summer and some cardstock I mis-measured for an earlier project.  It’s double sided paper and I used different sides for each copy for extra variation.

The typeset itself is very rough and ready, but a lot of fun to knock out quickly.  I didn’t even run it through spellcheck (partly because Chekov’s accent is written out and I didn’t feel like hitting ignore for every word in his dialogue).  I went a little overboard with the Astronomy dingbat font for the title page and scene dividers but stars were the logical choice.  Federation Classic for the titles and Bell MT as the body font, just because I hadn’t used it yet this year .

[melissshit]

So there is a study that suggests cave people used their echoes to find their way in the big caves where they lived. (They get out a loud noise and sense the echoes and learn where the walls are and therefore where the road is, echolocation)

And you know I HAVE TO make anything about Tolkien Dwarrow so:

Dwarrow use this too. Night vision is cool and perfect but echolocation?? I’d say way cooler.

Oh and this also correlates to Dwarrow having deep voice and developed throat singing thanks to this talent. (Throat singing is this perfect form of making noise from Central Asian Turks so they can scare their enemies on the battle grounds)

Okay that’s all.

[celestiaprime]

I’m no longer Reblogging to continue the RR AU.

Anywho enjoy Part 5!!!

Jazz knew he was in a Med-clinic. Very few things smelled quite like a Med-clinic. Though why Rung had stayed with him the whole time, he wasn’t sure.

“How are you holding up?” Rung asked softly, to not startle the blind ‘Hexie.

“…. Ah wanna go home.” He replied, fidgeting with his hands and picking at peeling paint.

There was a knock on the door before Rung could reply, and Jazz heard the light mech hurry over and out, closing the door and speaking in hushed tones to what was clearly a medic. He tuned up his audial horns to listen in…

“Please, refrain from yelling, Ratchet. He is blind and already very nervous. I am not surprised at all- he is very far from home, after all.” Rung said.

The other, Ratchet, apparently, sounded far more gruff, “alright. What in the Pits happened? You disappear off the face of Cybertron for a deca-cycle and appear at my clinic with the Iaconi Enforcers and a train’s worth of kidnapped mechs!”

Jazz hummed a quiet note, shifting the tune a little until he reached a pitch he could hear, but very few who weren’t Polyhexian had the capacity to register. The room’s dimensions and objects began to ‘appear’ as he used the tone to map out the room with his ‘echolocation’.

“I was undercover, dear friend. The Enforcers had suspected of such kidnappings and asked me to go undercover to help them break up the ring.” Rung replied to Ratchet.

Of course Jazz’s echolocation only really worked in enclosed areas or in close proximity to objects, but that didn’t stop him from slipping to the window and climbing down the wall from the second story. He didn’t trust it here. He wanted home, Punch, and Ricochet. Oh Rico… Ah’m tryin’ t’ come home. Ah promise.

His audial horns picked up the door to the exam room opening again, and dropped the rest of the way to the ground, bolting for an alley he’d located.

Ratchet opened the door to an empty exam room, “Rung? I thought the patient was in here.” He scowled.

“He is,” Rung said, stepping in behind before stopping and staring, “or he was.” He looked around, “I am unsure of where he went.”

“….. Rung, what did you say his frame type was again?”

“I didn’t- he’s Polyhexian. Why?” Rung asked, gaze flicking to Ratchet, then following his gaze to the open window.

Ratchet cursed, hurrying to the window and looking out, “Polyhexians have a submetalline heritage. Their ancestors lived wholly underground until the nobility rose.”

“I am… unsure why that is important.” Rung said, walking over to join him.

Ratchet pointed at the single Polyhexian dipping into an alley, “they are able to hum in a pitch the we can’t hear to ‘see’ in the dark. It’s of no use in open spaces, but in a city, if he makes it underground…”

“We won’t be able to find him,” Rung realized in growing horror, “Jazz will be lost in a foreign city with no way to get home.”

Ratchet pushed away from the window and hurried downstairs, sending a ping to the Enforcers to get them on the case of the missing patient immediately, running to the alley and stopping in the entrance.

Jazz’s head snapped up, the mech tugging on a sewer cover, trying to dislodge it. The two ‘stared’ for a moment, before Jazz yanked the cover off and dropped inside.

“Wait!” Ratchet bellowed, running to the open hole and looking in, “stop!”

Ironhide arrived with his partner a few breems later, “what happened, Ratchet?”

“He’s dropped into the sewers. You won’t be able to track him down there without another Polyhexian, or…”

Ironhide’s expression turned grim as he finished the sentence, “a Praxian.”

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⸻ Help me afford new furniture so I can live more comfortably.

Hi, I'm Blaze, and I'm once again walking onto your TL because I need financial help. I am disabled and money has never been my friend. You get it.

The long and short of it this time is that I have, thankfully, finally been able to start seeing medical professionals regularly again. I started physical therapy in February to help with my back and neck issues that've been plaguing me for years, and multiple of my therapists agreed that I have to get rid of the current computer chair I'm using. It does effectively nothing for me, and only really contributes to my issues. Many days, the pain is so bad that it leaves me nauseous or flat out in delirium. I don't wanna keep living in pain like this!

They gave me some affordable options and after a ton of research on my own part, I've found one that I think will finally give me real back support. I've done so much trial and error with different chair types over the years, and I think this'll be the one. The only issue is that it's pretty pricey - $113 type pricey.

On top of that though, a new chair isn't all I need. I'd also like to finally get some new bedding as the comforter I currently have is ripped in two spots and leaking stuffing. It's flimsy and doesn't really keep me warm when I need it to either. I also would ideally like to invest in a $35 dresser to better organize my space, because the amount of clutter I have with things I just need to live and go about my day is honestly distressing. There is nothing worse than living with mess that you feel hopeless to deal with, and I don't want to have to deal with it any longer.

The price of all of this is $250.

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