#the echo archives

[mommybookwyrm]

The Last Hour Between Worlds | by: Melissa Caruso

Kembral Thorne is spending a few hours away from her newborn, and she’s determined to enjoy herself at this party no matter what. But when the guests start dropping dead, Kem has no choice but to get to work. She is a Hound, after all, and she can’t help picking up the scent of trouble.

She’s not the only one. Her professional and personal nemesis, notorious burglar Rika Nonesuch, is on the prowl. They quickly identify what’s causing the mayhem: a mysterious grandfather clock that sends them down an Echo every time it chimes. In each strange new layer of reality, time resets and a sinister figure appears to perform a blood-soaked ritual.

As Kem and Rika fall into increasingly macabre versions of their city, they’ll need to rely on their wits—and each other—to unravel the secret of the clock and save their home.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! One of my most favorite author's new book came out yesterday, and I got to go see her and get my copy signed!!!!!!

Melissa Caruso seriously deserves to be a bigger name, I can not fathom why she isn't.

30ish pages into this one, and I already don't want to put it down.

[cephalopod-celabrator]

I am once again begging you people to read Melissa Caruso. She just recently started a new series with the book The Last Hour Between Worlds and it's so good. Please. She writes queer people and really good fantasy plots. Time loops, living superweapons, the psychology of immortality, body horror, talking cats, the works. Pleeaaasseee.

[n-americano]

᭄ ▒ ࿁ your abandonment ⋆ ༄ ݁

[echo-of-the-eye]

so since it's ace week i wanna talk about my very specific jon's ace ring headcanon. (btw the beginning of this is very inspired by a fic i read once, but i can't remember the name)

so jon has an ace ring. he got it from georgie in uni after she helped him figure out he was ace, and he wears it everyday.

but then, after jude perry burns his hand, he can't wear it for a while (i know if he wore it when shaking her hand it would have probably melted, so let's say he wasn't wearing it for some reason). he keeps the ring in his pocket and after he comes back to the archives martin notices he keeps fidgeting with it. (now this is the part that i read in a fic) martin asks about it and jon admits how upset he is that he can't wear it (this also ends up functioning as a coming out so martin can hear it from jon instead of office gossip!) and martin gives him a chain so he can wear it around his neck while his hand heals.

now this is the part that's all mine. i imagine right before they leave for the unknowing, jon and martin say goodbye (and they kiss cause it makes s4 hurt more and it's basically canon im my mind). jon takes of the ring necklace and gives it to martin, asking him to look after it until he comes back.

then the coma.

at first i imagined jon waking up with the ring next to him but no martin. but then i came up with something sadder (but also maybe sweeter?). martin keeps the ring. he knows he should give it back after jon wakes up and that he could probably find a way to do it without talking to him, but he just can't get himself to do it. jon notices but kinda forgets about it (he's got bigger things to worry about and assumes martin forgot).

then they go to the safehouse. and martin gives back the ring. he apologizes for not doing it before but jon is just touched that he still has it. it's all very emotional and then martin puts the ring on jon's finger and they are both VERY aware of how much it looks like a proposal

[linderosse]

🔥The solution to every problem🔥

Cleaned up and colored the arson sketch from yesterday’s drawing stream! Shoutout to chat for the requests <3

In other news, I’ve cleared out the EoW map, maxed Tri, and am gonna start the Eternal Forest (final segment of the game???) today! If you’re interested, check out my playthrough or stop by and hang out on Twitch!

Excited to finally decide where Echo fits among the Wisdomverse Zeldas :)

Masterpost

[andyevej]

everyone's listening to the magnus protocol and i'm still obsessed with whatever these fuckers had going on

[starrodent]

If you don´t mind, could you draw Jon and Martin cuddiling each other please?

oh i could NEVER pass up an excuse to draw them cuddling

[y-unrei]

ʷᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃˢ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵒᵒˡ

ⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ

[purinkiss]

ㅤㅤㅤ 𓊆 ͟ ू❀͚͚𝆬𝆬 ݃ 𓊇 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 . ꕀ

[yonkiibums]

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ᭮ 𓉭 ♥︎⁎̯͡ ʔ

[kitcat22]

We really don’t focus enough on Echo’s time as a prisoner of war and how earth shatteringly horrific it must have been.

Like i don’t think he would be immediately handed off to the Techno Union so they can cut the secrets out of his head. There was likely a time period spent being tortured/interrogated by the separatists for information before they decided they weren’t getting anything out of him the regular ways and handed him off to the Techno union’s experiments may yield more results. ‘Regular torture’ doesn’t imply it was in anyway easy to resist, by the way. Throughout history prisoners of war have been subjected to immensely disturbing interrogation methods. Physical, psychological,sexual you name it, it’s been done. He would have undergone this treatment by those who consider him less than a droid, so there’s the casual dehumanisation throughout all this.

Seeing as Echo had just been blown up before his capture, he liked would have endured this while already very injured. I headcanon that while he lost one of his limbs in the blast, the other two had to be amputated by the Techno Union because they were so badly infected they were practically rotting off.

His time with the Techo Union is undoubtedly the most awful, traumatising part of this whole ordeal, with forced amputations and unnecessary experimental surgeries. I see a lot of takes where all of this is done in one go but it makes more sense to me that there would be brief recovery periods between operations. Recovery is a strong word when this period would consist of being strapped to a medical bed attached to a whole bunch of machines, knowing what has been done to you and what will be done to you but being utterly helpless in stopping it.

The fact Echo was given prosthetics at all always seemed strange to me but one way I’ve reasoned it is that sometimes scientists do things without reason just to experiment. For reference, Unit 731 (Really suggest not looking this up if this type of thing really triggers you. I’ve only read the wikipedia page and still found it difficult to stomach)

Oh, and either Echo assumes his brothers are coming to rescue him and slowly loses his faith or he assumes at the start that they would believe him dead and is stuck knowing that no one’s coming to save him. Saving himself becomes a harder plan to achieve when he’s suddenly down multiple limbs and is constantly monitored, drugged starved etc.

Honestly the fact he seems at all together when he’s rescued is kind of a miracle because i think i’d have lost my mind multiple times over. I think he probably did straight after he joined the Bad Batch and everything set in.

[aricarianis]

CW: explicit depictions of violence and sexual themes.

John Price was the love of your life. Love is a powerful force—capable of building or destroying—and what you shared kept you bound to him for years. But only having his rough hands on your skin for a few months at a time, hearing his gruff voice say sweet nothings over the phone, missing the feel of his beard grazing your neck as his words seeped into you like venom, all wore down the foundations of what a real relationship was supposed to be.

He knew it. He felt the same sick ache in his chest every time he promised to come home soon, both of you aware it was a lie. He’d promised to slow down, to leave the job, to stay by your side, but the marriage you ended up with wasn’t the one you’d signed up for. You didn’t want a husband who vanished for months on end. When he returned, he’d devour you, craving your body like a hard drug. His hands too eager to find your sweet spots, cock too hungry to make you forget that he had lied. He'd push you into constant moments of bliss, tricking, but even his passion couldn’t erase the truth: he’d lie again.

In time, your marriage went where so many do. When he was handed the divorce papers at the base, he still tried to attack the process server. You wanted out, and nothing he did would change it—not refusing to sign, not tearing the papers up, not skipping court. You weren’t his anymore.

Life carried on, with months passing and, as usual, not a word from John. You thought losing the love of your life would be agony enough, but his indifference only added to the torment. Part of you wished you’d never met him; never knowing love would’ve been worth never knowing this pain.

The night before the hearing, you invited your lawyer to your flat to go over last-minute instructions. As the meeting wound down, a low, metallic sound came from the bedroom.

“Did you hear that?” you asked. He shook his head.

The two of you sat in tense silence for a moment, dread prickling at you. Your lawyer offered to check the bedroom, but you dismissed it, assuring him it was probably nothing. The meeting continued until, just before leaving, he asked to use the restroom. You directed him to the en suite, since the guest bathroom had stopped working that morning.

Lost in thought, you noticed several minutes had passed without him returning. Concerned, you called his name. No answer. Yelled. Still no answer. Your chest tightened, dread spreading through you like poison. Gripping the hunting knife John had given you for protection, you made your way to the bedroom.

“You can put that thing down, love. ‘S just me.” The gruff voice sent a shiver down your spine—unmistakable.

You peeked into the dark room, spotting the familiar silhouette against the dim light from the window. “John? H-how did you find me?”

“Why’d I have to find you in the first place?” His tone was cold, anger simmering beneath restraint.

“I needed space,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Single people live alone.”

“You know damn well you aren't single.”

“I’ve been single ever since I married you.”

Your words cut deep. His shoulders slumped as he sighed, hurt etched on his face.

“Where’s my lawyer?” you asked, searching the shadows.

“He’s not our problem anymore.”

“John…” Your breath hitched. “What did you do?”

“Someone’s trying to take you from me, innit? Was it him?”

“Where is he?”

“Think a piece of paper’ll keep me from you?” His voice dripped with rage.

“Why do you care? You love your job more than you love me—”

“Don’t say that.”

“I understand, John, but this wasn’t the marriage I was promised. I’d rather have none of you than pieces,” you said, your voice thick. “At least then I wouldn’t have to lie to myself that I’ll ever have you whole.”

He breathed heavily, brow furrowing as if struggling to comprehend your words.

"Why can't you just admit you've fucked up and leave me alone, huh? You had months to pull this little stunt—it's too late to care now."

John’s expression went blank, unreadable. He lunged, disarming you with practiced ease, gripping you by the hair and throwing you onto the bed. Your back hit something solid, unfamiliar beneath the covers.

He flicked on the light, and before your eyes adjusted, he was above you, pressing the knife to your throat. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his beard scratching your skin, hunger corroding him from within.

Instinctively, you turned to the side, seeking something to help you escape. Instead, you saw your lawyer’s lifeless, bloodshot eyes staring back, ones that had met yours with empathy so many times, reassuring you that everything would be okay. His neck twisted at a grotesque angle, lips slack in a silent scream.

“I’ll hunt you down forever, love,” John whispered, his voice carrying all the rage and obsession you overlooked for years.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, your breathing erratic, heart thundering. He pulled back, holding your gaze with a look that seared into your soul, his mouth twisting into a cruel smile.

“Doesn’t matter what you think,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft. “I will always be the love of your life.”

[kokoch4nel]

TW !!!!

﹫ tell you "you're the greatest", . ─── “

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ≀﹟ but once you turn they hate us ︖ ╋

The Art of Betrayal.

── @y-unrei

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Finally...a tma fanart...and it's Mmmmichael

[echo-of-the-eye]

A while ago I subscribed to rusty quill’s patreon for one month so I could get access to the extra bloopers (which are amazing and definitely worth it) and the deluxe transcripts and I’d definitely recommend it. I know they’re not canon, but they’re great. You’ll get such treats as:

• Jon being a tired millennial

• Jon shitting on the police

• Just general Jon snark

• Jon’s degree is in literature (unqualified king)

• Some really sad comments on the leitner statements

• Being subconsciously compelled to cross out this line “grant us the sight that we may not know. Grant us the scent that we may not catch. Grant us the sound that we may not call” from the statement in page turner

• Jon defending the anatomy students

• Statement giver says they almost threw up and Jon comments “a common response to fanfiction” like excuse me?! Sir?? What do you have against fanfiction??

• “Ah, mums. I assume” wtf Jon?! Why are you trauma dumping in your notes?!

• After Sasha talks about how she met up with Michael and kept investigating: “really need a staff training seminar on when to RUN AWAY” Jon I love you

• “Georgie needs to get better taste in friends”

• Just. Some really sad and ominous comments on the prentiss statement

• Implying that he’s sent the british museum MULTIPLE emails and they’re ignoring him

• “If this house is haunted by a ghost clown, I quit”

• And last but not least:

This picture of a random ass woman holding a DUCKLING that’s supposed to be mary keay

[wonjuii]

ㅤ⠀ㅤ⠀𒋲﹏﹏⠀┼𓊇། 𓈒ིུ⠀ㅤSome ⠀people⠀ like⠀ the ⠀way ⠀it⠀ feels. ⠀Some ⠀people ⠀wanna⠀ kill ⠀their ⠀sorrows