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you can’t avoid the void

chapter four of and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to)

Her grip on the broom loosened a little as she caught the sight of the sky, her jaw falling open a little. She’d never been so close to the moon and the stars before. The stars sparkled like a thousand jewels on a dress of navy velvet, the moon like the giant charm of an amulet resting nicely as an accessory. 

Every problem she had known seemed so far away as she found a purple petal beneath her fingers and began running her thumb over it.

“How is it, sweetheart?”

Rio had maneuvered her way next to Agatha, and she was a vision in silver with her legs dangling off to one side of the hexenbesen. The moonlight didn’t just pour onto her face, it was like the bones underneath her skin were illuminated, bleeding with the moon’s warmth as it only strengthened the glint in her dark eyes. Her hair seemed to melt into the sky around her as though she was always meant to be there, as though she was born of the midnight stars and the navy heavens.

Rio Vidal was too beautiful to be real.

Agatha’s mouth went a little dry. “It’s the best view in the world.

-> read it on ao3

Agatha Harkness is finally going to fly. However, the night isn’t all she ever dreamed of. Between the ritual, the sights, and Rio Vidal, Agatha finds out a few dark secrets about herself and her family… ones that are going to get her killed if she isn’t careful.

content warning: this story contains agatha all along spoilers as well as parental abuse, blood, violence, death, and thoughts of self-harm & suicide.

-> blog masterpost

-> and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to) masterpost

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“buzzkill” by MOTHICA

i love that it looked like i dropped off the face of the earth last week because i only made one post 💀 i’m not dead just destroyed by personal lore and losing my in-game gf in dnd (and then getting her back dw she’s alive but maybe not well lol). anyways been listening to a severe amount of mothica because of it all, so here you go.

-> listen to “buzzkill” on spotify

how did i find this song?

so i stumbled across “casualty” in the fall and have been slowly working my way through mothica’s entire discography the past six months. spotify’s algorithm really hit the mark with this one ahahaha… again it’s all personal lore fueled decisions, but i’m literally doing a photoshoot with my best friend inspired by the forever fifteen ep in two days…

why do i like this song?

*me standing in the doorway like a sleep paralysis demon* girl who is going to be okay (said sarcastically).

i don’t consider myself an emo for multiple reasons, but goddamn do i listen to a lot of fucking emo music. in my defense, i was raised by my father who said i told him at three that i liked metallica… so i think the affinity for a rock guitar riff is his fault. yeah, i got into mothica cause of the guitar and the rock sound. i stuck around cause of the vibes and the fun stories in the albums (and by fun i mean devastating and relevant to my life). listen, anyone who writes music about something so personal like the journey to sobriety and mental wellness is writing from the fucking heart, and i can fucking feel it when i listen to the music.

this song in particular, however, is about being loud about how shitty someone is. HI. THATS ME. I’VE LIVED IT. TWICE. IN THE PAST YEAR. i’m really good at being quiet about it because i don’t want to stir anything up, maybe for more selfish reasons than anything, but when i listen to this song i can pretend for a minute that i’m brave enough to be vocal about the bullshit ways i’ve been treated… i do hope that one day i’ll be okay with ruffling feathers because people should be aware of how awful some people are, but for now i’ll just scream this song in my car.

what story soundtracks have i used it in?

none yet! as mentioned earlier, i’m new to mothica’s music. i only listened to the forever fifteen ep a couple weeks ago (mothica die hards pls don’t kill me), so i haven’t had the chance to find a story soundtrack to put this into. trust, however, just trust that i will find many, many places for this song. (however, mothica’s other songs are in my stories because i fucking love her music.)

pssssst! if you are interested in what i’ve written while listening to this song or want to know what else i’ve been listening to, check out the links below.

-> blog masterpost

-> music rant masterpost

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music rant fridays

well, hello! nice to see people interested in my music rants. please enjoy the chaos.

if you’re out of the loop: i’ve started a tradition where every friday i do a quick little rant about a song i’ve been listening to on repeat while writing that week. if you’re looking for new music recs, a behind-the-scenes look into my process, or just genuinely curious on what the chaotic echo listens to, this is the perfect masterpost for you :)

as always, thanks for stopping by, and feel free to check out anything else that catches your eye.

much love, echo <3

songs i’ve ranted about:

-> “Joanie” by Rabbitology -> “notre dame” by Paris Paloma

pssssst! if you are interested in what i’ve written while listening to these songs or want to know what else i’ve been creating, check out the link below.

-> blog masterpost

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“notre dame” by Paris Paloma

okay, we have caught up on the blog revamp! yippee! but because i’ve been focused on creating all these posts, i’ve gone back to old reliables which means today’s music rant friday is the perfect day to rant about one of my favorite artists (again lol).

-> listen to “notre dame” on spotify

how did i find this song?

so, this is the first paris paloma song i heard (shocker that it wasn’t labour). i was trying to add to my fairytale/fantasy playlist and while flipping through other people’s playlists i kept coming across the name paris paloma. various songs, multiple times on the playlist, nearly every one. i was like… “okay, i guess this is worth looking into if they’re popping up so much.” now, i don’t have tiktok, so i had no idea the popularity of labour. but i listened to this song first, and fell in love with her artistry.

why do i like this song?

you’re probably going to get sick of hearing me say this, but the lyrics. i listen to a lot of music, and i like a lot of music. a nice vibe is really all i need to add a song to my liked stuff. that playlist spans over so many genres, decades, and vibes because i just genuinely enjoy music. but my favorites? they’re always the artists whose lyrics sound like an ancient poem that english teachers make their personality.

anyways paris paloma did me in with a song about feeling like an outcast in society through hunchback of notre dame references and metaphors. like oh, i’ve died. oh, i fear this was written for me. oh, i fear the damage is irreparable. paris paloma’s music sounds like an old myth passed down by word of mouth, an urban legend that everyone is unsure if it’s really false. it’s beautiful, and good god am i a fucking fan.

what story soundtracks have i used it in?

right now, the only story it’s used in is and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to), but it is so disgustingly relevant to a character in bloodlines i’ve yet to introduce… so do look forward to it appearing alongside her.

pssssst! if you are interested in what i’ve written while listening to this song or want to know what else i’ve been listening to, check out the links below.

-> blog masterpost

-> music rant masterpost

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would you rather freeze or burn to death?

chapter six of bloodlines

She felt the stares of everyone burning holes in her back as they watched her walk into her room, and it only faded after her door was closed and her back was against it. Gods, she hated how all of them were so worried about her. A brief little concern every so often was fine…However, having the three of them look at her like that, those little glints in their eyes that conveyed every thought they had about her, it made her more sick than whatever the hell had that night. Her stomach just began turning as she went into her closet and changed into a baby tee and spandex–picking out the thinnest, smallest clothes she had in an attempt to shake off this heat plaguing her– flipping every time her brain brought forth a different concerned look from her friends and girlfriend.

Oh, gods, she’d have to face them for dinner. That bubbling pit began boiling over, starting to spill up into her throat a little.

The moment she touched the metal doorknob to close her closet door, it dropped to a soothing cold beneath her hand, the only thing the entire day that had managed to combat the heat successfully. Sera had to do a double take as she flicked her eyes up to the rest of the door which now seemed to be covered in a thin layer of frost.

But she took her hand off of the door and blinked, and it was gone. Damn, she really did need to lie down.

-> read it on ao3

After nearly passing out during rehearsal, Sera tries to return to normal life like anyone would, but it’s not as easy as she thinks. That persistent heat plagues her constantly, confusion rising as she can’t find the reason why. Meanwhile, Vi makes another discovery about the blood samples, but Phoebe’s concern begins to grow as the young Faie drives herself into the ground trying to do this research.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

-> blog masterpost

-> bloodlines masterpost

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fuck the republic

chapter five of bloodlines

Natalya shoved her nearly-packed duffle bag back underneath her bed with a loud sigh, and turned to find her image staring back at her in the mirror on the wall. On one cheek were several dark lines running across it, the temporary remnants of the Moribud’s attack. She hadn’t thought about being killed by one of those creatures since she began hunting them for training. She hadn’t felt that fear in six years, and she’d never been so angry.

Really, her pain kept her from throwing something. Sure, Bloodmoon sent all of their Starlights on solo kill missions around the age of ten as a training routine, but that was a part of the program. She had no choice, and she grew up thinking it was a natural, normal part of the world. But she was a part of the Republic’s forces now. She may still have no choice, but she knew procedure didn’t work like that. Sending an agent out alone, except for in special circumstances, was never an option, and the likelihood that it was subconsciously or consciously some scheme of Bex and her squadron’s making to rid themselves of Natalya was obscenely high. But the Republic let them get away with it because Natalya would forever be a war criminal in their eyes.

A sixteen-year-old war criminal.

-> read it on ao3

Natalya wakes up in the infirmary, battered and bruised but alive. Of course, that doesn’t mean she’s out of harm’s way because she’s back in the clutches of Bex Mercy, her sadistic, century-old commanding officer, and the squadron she’d been assigned to work with. Freedom seems to lie on a treacherous path of torture done by coworkers, but Natalya will get that freedom whether Bex and her squad want her to have it or not.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

-> blog masterpost

-> bloodlines masterpost

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coffee, the sustenance of life

chapter four of bloodlines

“So, where are we at in the research?”

Vi set aside a sample and picked up another. “I’m just trying to finish up mixing these blood samples together. It’ll give me at least some semblance of where to go from here.”

A crinkle between Phoebe’s eyebrows formed. Clearly she had missed a lot between taking blood donations and sleeping. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the first round of donations… well, there was about five of them that actually yielded results.” The crinkle must have gotten larger as Vi looked back at her for a response. “What?”

“Well, what kind of results?”

Vi looked at Phoebe like the Witch didn’t have twelve years of schooling under her belt. “Like, the kind that kill Aether Blight cells.”

-> read it on ao3

Sera and Dr. Phoebe Wardwell cross paths once again, this time at the nearby campus coffee shop Sera works mornings at. Dr. Wardwell is on her way to work herself, and she’s about to discover something quite interesting about the blood samples she’s taken.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

-> blog masterpost

-> bloodlines masterpost

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h2o versus the world

chapter three of bloodlines

“And since I wasn’t working the bar, I couldn’t flirt with any of the guys.”

“Why don’t you do that as you hand them their food?”

“Oh, yeah. Because that’s a brilliant idea.” Sarcasm was a staple in this household, often accompanied by large arm gestures that looked awfully like a fish out of water and flailing about. “‘Order number 161, that is 1-6-1. Oh, hey, gorgeous! Here’s your buffalo wings and burger on rye. Why don’t you rail me in the freezer?’”

Sera and Les began another laughing fit as Avalon looked deeply unimpressed and disappointed. The two muttered a couple apologies as they tried to reign in the laughter, and Avalon could only shake his head at them.

“Anyway, how was the blood thing today?” he asked Sera.

Les answered for her, “The pretty doctor said Sera looked like Vi.”

“No. She. Didn’t.”

“And then she caught onto Sera’s play-dumb act.”

“Oh, wow. So you didn’t like her?”

Sera sighed through her nose, “Everything was fine, guys.”

“But you crushed on her a little?”

Sera’s internal screaming meter was at its peak for the night. “I. Have. A. Girlfriend.”

“Well, she’s not here right now, so tell us how you really feel.” Avalon stopped for a moment. “Wait a minute, where is Reyna? She’s usually here by now.”

“She’s visiting her family in the Malachite Territories. She’ll be back this weekend.”

“Wow,” Avalon teased. “Convenient timing seeing as no one but you will be here…”

“Okay,” Sera began, half-jokingly. “Why don’t you shut the fuck up and watch the stupid fucking show.”

-> read it on ao3

It’s been a long day for Sera, but at least she has her apartment to come home to. What she doesn’t know is that between the laughs, the teasing, the food, and the tv shows, this will be the last time she’ll be blissfully happy with her best friends.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

-> blog masterpost

-> bloodlines masterpost

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you want me on my knees to pray or play some other pleasing role but never wondered where i must’ve learnt it all

chapter three of and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to)

Perhaps the heavens could hear the fracture in her chest that darkened her face in the blink of an eye. Agatha’s mind was enveloped by that very darkness, the one Coppelia’s mother claimed dug its roots so deeply into her soul that there was no redemption for the Harkness child.

Agatha wanted to throw strings around their throats and pull until they choked or got decapitated—whichever happened first.

From that rupture leaked something that vibrated deep within her bones, crawling its way down to her palm before rising to the surface. Agatha looked down as her hand tingled violently, finding her power pooling into her fingers like a ticking bomb, so instead of slaughtering her sisters in bloody retribution, she launched her magic at the nearest tree. Violet violence arced through the air like lightning, striking the monstrous trunk with such a searing force that it collapsed with a single crack the entire world could hear.

She could not see how effortless destruction in her hands looked, but she wanted to smile at the cowering crowd before her.

-> read it on ao3

As much as she wishes she could spend every waking hour in that cottage in the woods, Agatha cannot escape her coven for every second of the day, and unfortunately for her, Evanora has decided that spending time with her peers is a worthy punishment for her daughter’s frequent disappearances. It’s not that Agatha wanted Rio to deal with the fallout in her head, it’s that she’d destroy herself if she didn’t lash out with it.

content warnings: this story contains agatha all along spoilers as well as parental abuse, blood, violence, death, and thoughts of self-harm & suicide.

-> blog masterpost

-> and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to) masterpost

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the doctor is in

chapter two of bloodlines

“Yeah, that’s the one! So what are you studying at SU?”

Sera replied through gritted teeth, “Music composition.”

Sera heard Doctor Wardwell grab her clipboard before she sat in Sera’s line of sight and scribbled a few things onto a paper. “Really? So you’re wanting to write music professionally?”

“I want to be an actor.” The words felt weird to say, and not just because of the onset of nausea.

Dr. Wardwell’s nose scrunched up a little, flicking up her eyes which reminded Sera of the trees in autumn up in Northly. “Shouldn’t you be studying acting or musical theatre then?”

“I should, but I’m not.”

“It's really fascinating that you chose composition over theatre.”

“It’s not.” Sera expected nothing less than Dr. Wardwell’s furrowed brow– actually, she expected much more like the addition of a pursed lip or a cocked head. “Faie aren’t allowed into the musical theatre program.”

“Oh.” A more sympathetic response than usual.

Sera always kept talking no matter the response, “I’m still taking some musical theatre classes in hopes that professionals will accept that as enough training.”

Dr. Wardwell nodded, though it seemed more like her head simply dropped. Etheri versus Mortali, the everlasting battle of the Republic. From order comes freedom my ass. Sera and her friends had struggled their whole lives against the social ladder they had been placed on, and they knew well the boundaries placed upon those rungs. A Witch, however, couldn’t conceive the thought.

-> read it on ao3

After escaping the attempted robbery, Sera manages to make it to the appointment she’d been dreading. Now the Faie has to survive her trypanophobia acting up while a very pretty Witch for a doctor asks her personal questions that she half-doesn’t want to answer in the first place.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

-> blog masterpost

-> bloodlines masterpost

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you may think you’re alone if you hide from the shadows, you can bury bones but not the souls

chapter two of and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to)

Rio glanced down at the open book in one hand. “Wow, you were not kidding about knowing these pages word for word.”

Agatha, in response, put her hands on her hips, her right shoulder popping forward as she smiled, “It’s one of my many talents.”

The Green Witch just shook her head and laughed, the sound easing some of the moths eating holes in the young witch’s stomach. The entire thing was futile, she knew, but the theatrics made her at least feel like nothing was wrong, like it was less serious than it actually was. So, the laughs died and left Agatha only hearing her slightly uneven breathing that made her face fall a little.

“Well, go on, Agatha,” Rio goaded, “show me more of your talents.”

-> read it on ao3

Agatha finds herself running to the cottage in the woods Rio Vidal inhabits, demanding to be taught the magic she so desperately wants to know. However, Rio stumbles across a problem teaching the Harkness kid… a problem that made this witch infinitely more interesting than before.

content warnings: this story contains agatha all along spoilers as well as parental abuse, blood, violence, death, and thoughts of self-harm & suicide.

-> blog masterpost

-> and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to) masterpost

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“Joanie” by Rabbitology

though i am posting a lot getting this blog revamped, i figured i’d start my music rant fridays in the midst of it. i’ve been listening to a lot of the same stuff trying to lock in and finish these slew of posts, so it was pretty easy to just set aside some time to make a post about one of my new favorite artists’ new single.

-> listen to “Joanie” on spotify

how did i find this song?

i’ve been keeping up with rabbitology’s new work since the fall when i stumbled across one of their songs and consumed their entire discography during my tumultuous roommate situation part one and emergency move out. i’ve been sort of trauma-bonded to some music from that experience, and happy to say i’ve been enjoying all the new releases from rabbitology without the need to be trauma-bonded to their songs!

why do i like this song?

i may have gotten hooked on rabbitology’s music due to the beat of the first song i heard, but what kept me was the lyrics. i have a shortlist of songwriters whose lyrics i want my stories to read like, and she went on it immediately. they’re one of those artists that write in the way that you know exactly what’s being discussed but it’s so poetic that the subject instantly becomes so magical and mysterious simply because of how she describes it. like i’m genuinely jealous i didn’t come up with some of the metaphors first.

joanie is no exception. as an ex-catholic lesbian myself, i heard joan of arc and i said “i’m sat and i have grabbed a fork. i’m ready to eat.” and i was not disappointed. i felt the last minute of the song on such a deep level (some of the lyrics featured at the top of this post). it is such a beautiful little ode to queerness amidst a religious upbringing, but honestly anyone who feels like who they are is clawing at the inside of their body, suffocating amidst their surroundings that don’t agree, can appreciate the lyrics.

what story soundtracks have i used it in?

right now, i have it lying in wait for an upcoming chapter in and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to), but there are a few characters in other stories whose arcs the song fits nicely into. so do keep a lookout for this song popping up in more stories of mine (i have a habit of reusing songs because i like them so much).

pssssst! if you are interested in what i’ve written while listening to this song or want to know what else i’ve been listening to, check out the links below.

-> blog masterpost

-> music rant masterpost

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me and icarus are cut from the same cloth

chapter one of and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to)

Then she heard the mutterings of a disgruntled Agatha Harkness, and was vaguely intrigued by her as she watched her fall face first into the dirt. Death’s only thought as she shifted into her human form and slipped silently into the clearing was, Why the hell not?

The thought grew as she looked upon the face of Agatha. Death had met many faces, seen many eyes, but there was just something about those eyes like lilac petals floating in a rushing river of vexation, passion, and potential swirling about together. A smoldering forest waiting to burst back into flames that could consume the world if they tried.

The fascination only swelled as the twenty-something witch began her dramatics of flailing arms, tossing hair, making faces as she tried to simultaneously complain about her life and wrestle information out of the mysterious being she had just met in the forest. Death was absolutely enthralled by this silly little mortal.

-> read it on ao3

Agatha Harkness is trying to take her mind off the fact that she is not flying and never has. If Evanora has her way, her daughter will never know the feeling of the sky beneath her feet. What no one planned for was Agatha stumbling across a Green Witch named Rio Vidal during her angry forest walk, and this mystery witch offers her the only thing she’s ever wanted: a chance to learn the magic she’s been deprived of her whole life.

content warnings: this story contains agatha all along spoilers as well as parental abuse, blood, violence, death, and thoughts of self-harm & suicide.

-> blog masterpost

-> and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to) masterpost

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bloodlines

a story of two girls trying to be kids when the government thinks they shouldn’t exist

-> read the story on ao3

Sera Ashe is your regular Faie college student. She works mornings as a barista, attends her musical theatre classes, and goes home to her apartment and her two best friends for roommates. Sure, she might be a secret illegitimate child of one of the most powerful Faie families in Karenth, but that's not something she likes to talk about. Of course, those were her only problems before she stopped feeling the cold.

Natalya Nikolaevna is not a normal teenager. She was trained to kill since birth and was so good she became the Republic's number one enemy in the Winter War. Unfortunately, the war is "over" and the Republic is forcing her to work for them to receive a pardon for her crimes. Yet, her once-clear path to freedom becomes clouded when she and her Republic-defending commanding officer find a kid in the remains of a city.

These two girls belonging to two very different worlds find themselves facing the Republic of Esnia when a long-dead bloodline begins to arise in ordinary citizens.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

chapters

-> chapter one -> chapter two -> chapter three -> chapter four -> chapter five -> chapter six

pssssst! if you like my writing and are looking for more, check out the link below.

-> blog masterpost

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danger, will robinson!

chapter one of bloodlines

“You’ll be fine,” Les told Sera.

“There are needles.”

“You signed up for this.”

“Why did I even volunteer for this in the first place?”

Les simply shook her head and shrugged in response since her toothbrush was in her mouth. She said after spitting out the toothpaste, “I don’t know, bestie. I mean, you are donating to a cause you really care about.”

“Why do I care so muchhhhh,” Sera whined, dramatically laying her upper body on the counter.

“You’ll be fine,” Les repeated. “Just get it over it and then you get to spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want.”

“I despise this.”

“I’ll bring home Ben & Jerry’s if you shut up and go to the appointment.”

Sera lifted up her head. “Half-baked?”

“Half-baked and Tiramisu,” Les negotiated.

-> read it on ao3

Average college student Sera Ashe is in the middle of living her normal life with her best friends, her classes, and her fear of needles when a random encounter on the street threatens to change everything. Abnormal teenager Natalya Nikolaevna, on the other hand, isn’t just battling real-life demons… she’s fighting her new military squadron and the urge to single-handedly destroy the Republic that has basically enslaved her.

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

-> blog masterpost

-> bloodlines masterpost

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my tongue’s forgotten how to shape your name the way it sounds

a fanfiction of a love told entirely in two parts

-> read the series on ao3

inspired by "yeti" by paris paloma

How does a mortal bewitch Death into loving her? It’s simple, of course. She meets her in the forest one night. How does a mortal become Death's only obsession? It's just as simple. She burns down her entire life because she can.

Salem is not a safe place for Agatha Harkness. Not until she falls too hard too fast for the mysterious Rio Vidal who she met in the woods escaping her coven. Centuries of bleeding yourself dry for the woman you put on a pedestal calling it love destroys you almost as much as it destroys the one who learned to be human for you. Yet, Agatha still can’t call Death her enemy when the moon reflects in her dark eyes like that.

content warnings: this story contains agatha all along spoilers as well as parental abuse, blood, violence, death, and thoughts of self-harm & suicide.

part one: and i don’t know you (i used to like to pretend to)

-> prologue -> chapter one -> chapter two -> chapter three

pssssst! if you like my writing and are looking for more, check out the link below.

-> blog masterpost

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welcome to the masterpost of the cacophony!

here lives every story of the echochamber, the bonus content i’ve created, and links to anything you’re looking for. please enjoy to the fullest extent the worlds and characters i’ve created.

much love, echo <3

However, having the three of them look at her like that, those little glints in their eyes that conveyed every thought they had about her, it made Sera sicker than whatever the hell had that night. Her stomach just began turning as she went into her closet and changed into a baby tee and spandex–picking out the thinnest, smallest clothes she had in an attempt to shake off this heat plaguing her– flipping every time her brain brought forth a different concerned look from her friends and girlfriend.

Oh, gods, she’d have to face them for dinner. That bubbling pit began boiling over, starting to spill up into her throat a little.

The moment she touched the metal doorknob to close her closet door, it dropped to a soothing cold beneath her hand, the only thing the entire day that had managed to combat the heat successfully. Sera had to do a double take as she flicked her eyes up to the rest of the door which now seemed to be covered in a thin layer of frost.

But she took her hand off of the door and blinked, and it was gone. Damn, she really did need to lie down.

genre: urban fantasy, alternate earth with magic

Sera Ashe is your regular Faie college student. She works mornings as a barista, attends her musical theatre classes, and goes home to her apartment and her two best friends for roommates. Sure, she might be a secret illegitimate child of one of the most powerful Faie families in Karenth, but that's not something she likes to talk about. Of course, those were her only problems before she stopped feeling the cold.

Natalya Nikolaevna is not a normal teenager. She was trained to kill since birth and was so good she became the Republic's number one enemy in the Winter War. Unfortunately, the war is "over" and the Republic is forcing her to work for them to receive a pardon for her crimes. Yet, her once-clear path to freedom becomes clouded when she and her Republic-defending commanding officer find a kid in the remains of a city.

These two girls belonging to two very different worlds find themselves facing the Republic of Esnia when a long-dead bloodline begins to arise in ordinary citizens.

-> bloodlines masterpost

content warning: this story contains mentions of child abuse and trafficking, politics, war, death, violence, government corruption and abuse, and other not-so-subtle similarities to the current events of the world.

And still after all these years, there was no pulse beating beneath her hands. Lifeless. Heartless. Soulless. So, nothing new on that front then.

Deep down in her bones, however, something ceased its aching at the familiarity of that frigid skin, and Agatha’s heart blazed with shadowfire at the notice of it. It wasn’t right that a part of her stopped hurting when her son’s killer, her ex-lover, the entity that has made her life a living hell, held a knife to her throat. It just wasn’t right, even if it was just a flicker of peace.

Death chuckled with that twisted smirk of hers. “I’ve missed you.”

Using her own words against her? The ones from that night? Motherfu–

“I hate you,” Agatha breathed like it was second nature, her voice dripping with the strain of keeping that dagger from piercing her throat and the anger of knowing Death’s touch again.

genre: agathario fanfiction, canon compliant prequel

How does a mortal bewitch Death into loving her? It’s simple, of course. She meets her in the forest one night. How does a mortal become Death's only obsession? It's just as simple. She burns down her entire life because she can.

Salem is not a safe place for Agatha Harkness. Not until she falls too hard too fast for the mysterious Rio Vidal who she met in the woods escaping her coven. Centuries of bleeding yourself dry for the woman you put on a pedestal calling it love destroys you almost as much as it destroys the one who learned to be human for you. Yet, Agatha still can’t call Death her enemy when the moon reflects in her dark eyes like that.

-> my tongue’s forgotten how to shape your name the way it sounds masterpost

content warning: this story contains agatha all along spoilers as well as parental abuse, blood, violence, death, and thoughts of self-harm & suicide.

note: while like the rest of these stories this is a wip, i am in the process of making major edits to this one due to a major plot issue. you can still read the published parts on ao3, but know that it is unfinished, will change possibly as you read it, and probably will not gain new chapters anytime soon. i will create chapter posts on this blog after i finish editing each one, in case you wish to stay updated with the changes.

genre: high fantasy

Crown Princess Cassandra, the fiery, wrathful future queen of Nevernia who cannot spend more than a minute trying to rebel against her superiors. She is everything her mother stands against: free-willed and in possession of magic.

Lionheart Sir Theo, the loyal, strategical knight and personal guard to Cassandra who is now also in charge of protecting her cousin Evie. He is doing his best to grapple with his sense of duty and loyalty and his own sense of justice and morality.

Princess Evie, the orphaned niece of Nevernia's queen who is just trying to find a home after hers was destroyed in the southern rebellion. She is a girl who appreciates beauty in creating art and existing in nature.

When war, strife, and loss force them to live together in the palace, the three of them find themselves banding together against all odds for adventures whether it be foiling a rebel plot or taking a trip into the city together. Unlikely friends are the only people you can trust to fight the injustices of the world, after all.

-> they will tear your city down masterpost (coming soon)

content warning: this story contains depictions of severe violence, war, blood, death, grief, loss, mental illness, and homophobia.

-> music rant fridays

stay on the look out for more bonus content like moodboards, worldbuilding drops, and character introductions coming soon…