#echoble

[llithiumstars]

Round 1B Competitors (and a bonus KRB trio)

[mikekilluz]

Spot illustrations I did for the Jingle Jam colouring book.

(ft @pastalbird )

[lalnawiki]

echoble:

oop where the trash go

[spacemanxephos]

specimen five and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad divorce (that was never finalized because nothing was ever signed)

I can see it going down one of three ways:

The Bad/Real Ending: Lalnable and Xephos never resolve anything and continue to resent each other ‘til the end of time, likely with Echoble being endgame. This is the saddest, but technically most realistic outcome (at least in regards to canon lore.)

The Good Ending: Lalnable and Xephos are able to resolve their differences and heal a bit, but don’t get back together. Echoble also probably occurs here.

The Xephnable/Good-er Ending: Lalnable and Xephos are able to resolve their differences and get back together AND get to commit some war crimes together. Ft. Specimen Five and Honeydew chaos.

[shepscapades]

It’s animatic time again folks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because I have approximately zero self-control

(This time featuring Lalnable, and Jubyphonic’s cover of Dramaturgy!)

[thaumatological]

five: *crushing every bone in lalnable’s legs* ^_^

[inklett]

Just something quick

[airyhfjones]

@aizawawiki

dont tag either as kin if u rb unless ur me or my bby!

[quartings]

My regularly scheduled Echo! (And Hector)

[just-bee-lieve]

i don’t care that the holidays are over this is cute - second part of that anon request taken from this art meme, made by @primomon ! http://primomon.tumblr.com/post/167985395088/guess-who-is-excited-for-christmas-d-send-me-an

[ehslye]

@echobled​ // magnai

The frost seeps – a slow crackle the begins at the skin and settles into the bones; he knows he has succumbed to the chill when he breathes it out in vapor trails, spilling past his lips. Jahliqai’s jaw clenches tight, but his teeth never chatter. Rather, he continues to whet his lance’s blade atop one of the many crates, thawing himself with the idle motion.

      “ ...I was never fond of the cold, “ he says in a quiet hum to the only other besides. His stone strikes in even strokes along the cutting edge of his weapon, “ but I would imagine my distaste holds no candle to your disdain. “

[saveyourheart13]

Echoble royalty au for the fic thing

The crown princess and the royal alchemist -- drawn together by feelings, but divided by name. Her family forbade them from being together, but she would not let them have the last word. So they were a princess and an alchemist no longer, but instead two lovers, together and on the run.

HI, SORRY, I’VE BEEN DYING BECAUSE OF TRAINING TO ORIENT THE FRESHMEN WHO WILL BE SHOWING UP TO MY UNIVERSITY ON FRIDAY

Well that was.... well, not what I was expecting to come to mind, but it is what it is now ahaha. Thank you for the prompt, hope it’s at least a bit enjoyable despite being a bit vague!

[fxrtunas]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react. @echobled asked: ok hear me out... 🔪 ... from uthal

     What a fool Allan is for allowing himself to be alone with the other viera. The feeling he has about him, the strange familiarity... such a question has not yet been answered, but Allan should have trusted his instincts, especially when certain… acquaintances have yet to be taken care of. He has heard neither hair nor tail from any of them—murmurs, perhaps, yet nothing concrete—ever since becoming more embroiled in Wyatt’s life, in all his adventures. A protection that Wyatt knew not of, which is where Allan has now erred, careless in the face of strangers, perhaps too confident at how safe he’s felt, how sheltered he’s become.

     “If you will be so kind,” Allan starts, hoping inwardly that these will not be his last words, “as to divulge the reasoning for your actions, then I will be grateful.” The knife, after all, gives the lightest pressure, yet the blade’s edge is sharp enough to draw a thin line of blood. Allan can feel the sting of it after a few, shallow breaths, careful not to move otherwise lest the viera decides to finish the job.

     “Has my relation to the Warriors of Light irked you so?” Allan continues, amusement lacing his words lightly. Indeed, the disdain had not been hidden on the viera’s features when talking about them. Allan wonders if it has extended to himself by mere association. “Or have you a personal grievance with me that I am not aware of?”

[hnours]

@echobled​ sent: hisui is... not staring at the pretty au ra, no. perish the thought.

          stares weren’t foreign to yugiri mistwalker; in fact, she had become accustomed to them— all kinds of stares: from the unfriendly ones to the more favourable pleasant ones, from the frightful ones to the reverent ones, she suffered them wherever and whenever she appeared as if she wasn’t a person of her own but a mere exotic creature to be dissected apart, scrutinised even for breathing. it used to bother her so much that she, in desperation, despite lord hien’s attempt to reassure her there was no such thing, resorted to finding safety in the comfort of garments covering every bit of skin, and concealing any hints of flawed oddity that might attract unwanted attention; it was cowardly, she knew, but at that time, what could she probably have done to change the situation? today was a different story though. things had changed drastically, and so did yugiri mistwalker. 

           no longer coweing beneath the false sense of security, yugiri was now proudly embracing her heritage as a raen aura of sui-no-sato descendent, and of doman cultures in the far-away land of eorzea. although much more work needed to be done before the alienation completely went away, she was comfortable enough to walk the crowded streets of ul’dah bare faced. still clad in armour and fully armed of course lest unfortunate events befell her (she surely hoped her luck wasn’t that... rotten), but this was definitely a change, a development, a step forward to reach for promising prospects. however, it didn’t mean she was comfortable with stares that lingered longer than neccessary no matter what the intentions were, be it good or ill or whatever in between— she had had enough of that to last a lifetime. if her days with the scions had taught her anything, it was the bravery to speak for one’s self, to not be afraid and stand one’s ground.

          with a sharp turn, yugiri quickly located the source of the staring and approached them: it was another raen aura, surprisingly, someone who share a bit of similarities with her in this sea of strangers. nevertheless, that couldn’t dissipate the mild annoyance which was threatening to surface any minute.     ‘ pardon my sudden intrusion but, ’     she said once she was within talking range, polite as ever despite the furrowing brows suggesting otherwise.     ‘ is there something you wish to speak to me? ’

[fallroute]

“Rumours of my death were highly exaggerated,” is the first thing she says upon seeing Wyatt. Though she didn’t exactly know what had happened while she was... indisposed, she didn’t really seem too fussed bout it. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How is everyone?”

@echobled​ (wyatt) liked the yda starter call

[shepscapades]

Inktober Day 11: Flux Baddies