#Echo memory

[vortexofadigitalkind]

The Echoes of Eidon - What the Sky Forgot.

Previously: A false voice echoed in Kai’s name. Pilgrim hesitated. Echo resisted. Scriptor continued to write. But now the sky listens. The Final Pulse The moment had no countdown. No uplink protocol. No network handshake. Pilgrim simply stood still, limbs locked, antenna extended. The relay tower ahead of him was older than memory, one of the original terraformers’ seed spires. Now dormant.…

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[ghost-bxrd]

This one looks so silly right now but I gotta trust the process 💪😭🤣

[pixxlotl]

am I still worth saving now?

modified scene from an unposted chapter of Echo of a Memory that i just couldn't wait to share. (hopefully) less than 2 weeks until this chap is posted :)

[arachniasbride]

Flynn x Eve - The Librarians 1.01 x 4.12

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo ♡ romance + typography @lgbtqcreators creator bingo ♡ beginnings & endings

[zero-g-mech]

The 100 text posts: noncanon ships edition Part 7/?

[mazelcore]

awkward couple

[hira492]

This is the ending i want

[meadow-fields-forever]

NOT an experienced artist by any means, but here's my interpretation of Ophelia from #the mirror visitor since there is so little fan art of her (comparatively...) out there >w<

[echosong971]

misc. cayde sketches from memory feat. echo chibi

[meshlact9901]

Today marks two years since the premiere of “The Summit” & “Plan 99”🥺 and it still hurts 😭

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

sometimes I think a lil too hard about the greasers n 'we were boys together. don't that count for nothin at all?' n I get a lil sick to my stomach.

[lumivalis]

I met somebody's grandpa at a market in Barcelona once, he offered me a soda and I asked him about his life.

He told me "I had only three capital M's in life: mi Mujer, la Musica y el Mar"

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

The Librarians 4x12 - "And the Echoes of Memory"

[ifishouldvanish]

Alucard and Olrox hooking up just for the physical comfort of another body after having lost the people they loved.

Both of them knowing it should be weird when one mutters someone else's name as they climax, or asks the other if they would mind touching them 'like this' or if they can 'do it more like that, actually'—but it's not.

The two of them cuddling afterwards, asking to spoon or be spooned, to let them rest their head on the other's shoulder just so, to play with their hair a certain way, sticking around till morning, etc., both of them knowing that they're pushing the boundaries of what this thing between them is supposed to be.

Alucard and Olrox knowing that what they miss most isn't just sex, but the company of someone who understands them and what they've been through, who knows the depth of what they've lost.

Alucard and Olrox knowing they each can never fully replace the person or the people the other has lost, but finding a comfort in that mutual understanding; in the knowledge that they don't have to lie or pretend otherwise.

"It's just sex," they might tell themselves, knowing full well it's so much more than that.

[parallelkozak]

i ran out of space to draw ages ago