#Echoes { asks }
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echoes-of-courage · 4 months ago
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your art is scrumptious
Thank you!!
Also I want to say that I know a Cassie irl and every time I see your name pop up, I have to ask her if she’s been put in our nonexistent basement ahaha
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echoes-solace · 9 months ago
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CURSES YOU WITJ THE WRATH OF DRAWING JEB AND SHERF DIVORCING
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they would NEVER divorce how DARE YOU LMFAOAOOA
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rosescries · 1 year ago
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I'm in love with Around the Edges Edge. He's beloved. That aside, I know Taylor is smart enough to not hurt MC but what if she had one of her human partners do it for her? With Edge in Around the Edges style, what about the others?
If Edge has some evidence Taylor had it done, what then? Would he expose her? Would they believe him?
It's unlikely that they'd completely believe him, but if it gets to that point then Edge's just done. He's not taking it anymore and he's not letting Mc take it either. She's been physically hurt, she's been emotionally hurt, he's not letting more happen. He'll get her family involved if he has to, but Mc's not staying there any longer.
He's not either, and wherever he goes Red's going too. So despite Sans and Stretch's protests, the Underfell bros are leaving the lodge and they're taking Mc with them. If the rest of the skeletons want to go down with the sinking ship, that's on them but the fell bros aren't. Edge's reached his absolute limit.
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flightyfinch · 4 months ago
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hey princess i got something new for your magic wand it's called a bathtub
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months ago
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The girls are back (from the grave)
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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gays4neptune · 11 months ago
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anthony j. crowley really is the character ever. he's the snake of eden. he's millions of years old. he can stop time. he likes to feed ducks. his vintage car is cursed to forever play queen. he invented the selfie. he drinks six shots of espresso straight. he lied about starting the spanish inquisition and they believed him. he lost the fucking antichrist. she's genderfluid.
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myshipsintheharbor · 1 month ago
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tbb & tumblr posts
+ bonus cody:
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ominouspuff · 19 days ago
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Echo with pspsps
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Where there’s Echo, Fives isn’t far behind
Thanks for playing!
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perfectly-cell-centric · 6 days ago
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Hey Cell, Kikoho!
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I'm convinced Tien gave him Kikoho ptsd and that's part of the reason why Cell hates him so much XD
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fairies-ask-legend-answers · 2 months ago
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Legend no longer has any patience for your game, Anon.
But I suppose not all Ask box fairies can be perfect angels. We got to have a little chaos here and there 😉
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sapphorror · 3 months ago
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The Narrator's perspective only gets more horrifying the longer you think about it. Like, imagine being an Echo of yourself—one of many, all made to serve a very particular purpose and knowingly living on borrowed time, if 'living' is even the right word for your current state of pseudo-existence.
You've inherited the mission of a dead man—it's literally the only thing left that you can do before fading, so you sure as hell better believe in it; the alternative would be unbearable. Only you keep failing. With every loop that you don't remember, your lack of agency in this situation becomes starker—you can influence small things, sure, but it becomes increasingly clear that you have no real power, no matter how personally invested you are in the events unfolding in front of you. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to meaningfully engage with the world.
Worse—every loop you're made aware of is another time you've failed, with unimaginable consequences, though you had no control over these previous iterations of yourself and can't even learn from their mistakes. Everyone around you is operating on a shared perception of reality that you are not part of, will never be part of. After a few repetitions, you are, ironically, the least informed person in the room. All you have left to go on is an evidently outdated script. At the same time, everyone else is experiencing a contiguous version of you, comprised of parts that are, in some sense, also you, while at the same time existing at a complete remove from your current perception of self. Whatever you don't know you did—that's you now. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to define your own identity, never mind know what it is.
Even worse—this has trapped you within a stagnant hell of your own creation. Nothing you say or do really matters in terms of your own self (the rest of the world is a separate issue entirely). Anything you've come to believe—say, for totally hypothetical example, that you were wrong actually and your envisioned paradise is really a hell beyond any you had the capacity to envision—has about as much permanence as a drawing in the sand. 'You' will continue, exactly as you were, no matter how much you might like to change your behavior. Every possible future has already been set in stone. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to say anything you haven't already said.
For some reason, no part of any of this has made you feel more comfortable and at peace with the general concept of finality.
The really, truly absolute worst part, though?
There is no one for you to blame but yourself. And that's exactly what turns your story into such a tragedy.
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llovelymoonn · 1 year ago
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my favourite faye wei wei paintings
little blue bird from the pillow flew (2020) \\ first i must clean the keys of the piano with milk (2022) \\ the black bells of a distant new mexico (2023) \\ an echo trapped forever (2023) \\ sweet velvet flower there is no time/ I ask to go back I wish you were mine (2021) \\ two butterfly lovers (2021) \\ untitled (2022) \\ nectar for honey (2021) \\ red i (2022) \\ fountain lies the sun (2017)
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echoes-solace · 9 months ago
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good golly who would ever request sherf n jeb divorcing........ Njow draw them holding hands HIHI
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quick ass doodle of them. i like to imagine that they rarely hold hands
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rosescries · 1 year ago
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Around the Edges! Edge... If he caught Taylor belittling her-
He would get between them and throw just as much, if not more, right back at her. With much more sharp words and accuracy.
Taylor would be in tears by the end. Edge would still be furious.
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mewtwoandme · 4 months ago
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IHop has Pumpkin Spice pancakes, Jericho, do you want to give it a try?
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He's a pumpkin menace lol
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vaguely-concerned · 3 months ago
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on the one hand I think inner demons could stand to have a bit more romanced rook specific content, but on the other hand the underlying in-built implication that 'yours is the one true voice of comfort and safety in my inner world' is a sentiment and intimacy so way beyond the romantic or the platonic or any secret third thing you could care to name that it makes me lose my entire poor little mind a bit. it's so big and fundamental — near-existential — that in that exact moment at least the distinctions kind of seem irrelevant.
all the people lucanis' mind conjures up along the way are relationships he has that are unavoidably mixed and fraught in some ways even when they're also full of love (they are fraught BECAUSE they're full of love) — the good in them inseparable from things that hurt him at the same time. (it's about: the basic disorganized attachment patterns this poor guy is dragging around with him. careful with those, they're dellamorte heirlooms. what you love also inevitably hurts you and you won't be allowed to have one without the other, you have to surrender parts of your soul to hold on to what little you have left: this is the story up until now.) and the idea that rook isn't that to him — that beneath the fear of wanting them when romanced (which is more its own separate thing because within this psychology, actively wanting something and not just clinging on for dear life to even a meager status quo lest you lose it is in itself dangerous bordering on catastrophic), this is a relationship where there isn't resentment, or guilt, or shame, or dread, or rage, or self-hate, or any of the other emotions that keep him paralyzed, unable to move this way or that. no debts, nothing owed of yourself and your soul's substance except what you can freely and safely and happily give. love and freedom don't coexist — but, I mean, you're almost starting to make me think........... unless...👀👀👀. the unconditional and undramatic 'you are here and I am here with you, you can be exactly how you are right now with me and it's safe for us both even though you're afraid it won't be, I'm not going anywhere' acceptance rook shows him here that he returns to them in the big romance scene, when it's rook who needs it. the way he's just. standing there in the center of it all, like a child desperately helplessly waiting to be found, hiding in the place he hopes you'll know to look first. (rook does know. it's one of the first things they say in there.)
in short the most important room in his little mind palace for the romance is the very first room — the one where rook isn't. where, in fact, rook cannot be, because they disprove the entire structure of the place with their existence and presence in his life. with everyone else he's putting words in their mouths about what they think of him, and rook is the one who actually gets to come in to speak their own words to him — and have him listen. ('he'll listen to you, he always listens to you', 'your voice is a comfort'.) of course rook isn't present anywhere else in there — at the risk of stating the obvious to a tedious degree, they aren't one of the locks, they're bringing the key. in the very finest 'the messenger and the message' sort of way.
#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#rook x lucanis#rookanis#dragon age meta#rook is his first brush with actual safe attachment. and to me and because of who I am as a person#nothing could be more romantically devastating or impactful fhdsjkfhs that's literally the unreachable wistful dream the pie in the sky#the garrus romance echoes too. some of the same stuff going on under the hood here#you know who else he's sneakily like too actually? iron bull. the 'no matter where I turn I'll hurt someone I love' and dissociation stuff#there's that whole line about 'walking close to the edge or whatever'#which is masterful as a diversion b/c what this romance is really about is feeling truly safe with someone#in a sort of weirdly realistic way that makes it struggle with the conventions of video game romance but sure is Doing something!#and I unwittingly made a rook who also is on that specific arc so it's working out just devastating for me thanks for asking#the part in andrea gibson's 'prism' that's like. there is no shelter in the womb it's where you learn the cord that feeds you#could at any moment wrap around your neck. I think that's the initial understanding of love here. which is not good. if you think about it.#I don't think I really write these kinds of posts btw I just black out for a while and when I wake up from the trance I too#get to read what the fuck I've been thinking about finally. corralling that raging electric storm#that keeps overtaking my neurons at regular intervals and translating it into if not sense then certainly words. lots of words#no one is ever more surprised than me to find out what i'm thinking and feeling
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