#echoestm

[voicestm]

“We must sacrifice the weak.” Sam whispers in Reese's ear conspiratorially. They have been dubbed Terrible Women and so now they must be. It feels important to live up to the name that could double as their band's moniker or maybe first album title, if they ever have so little to do that they pick up some instruments. Terrible Women, featuring their hit singles, You're Not My Real Dad and Croissant Cure. Right now, they're just banded together teammates in a round of Among Us, and Mr. Knight has got to go. They airlock him first chance they get— and then Sam has to wonder if girl power will continue to win out or if she's next on the list in the name of love. (sam, resse, echoestm)

Folk Horror - Accepting - @echoestm & @silverjetsystm

They shouldn't have been allowed to be paired up. They were pure chaos, sweet smiles and batting lashes, out for their men's blood. Poor boys. They shouldn't be surprised. But she could tell, even through the mask, that Mr. K was perplexed how this had happened. An echo of Terrible Women whispered into the room. At least she's able to keep he amusement schooled into a pretty picture of indifference. She's not sure how Sam was fairing and she refused to look at her. One shared look and they'd break.

Her next victim in her sights, she turns on Soldier. He's soon tricked with honey words and a mouth that purses into a pout. He's helpless to deny her. And bye bye, sir.

There was no love in war.

[heroeslogic]

@echoestm sent : "you get it. i can tell." is she winded? sounding a little breath-y from behind mask? yeah, probably. no one in the stab movies ever monologued about how hot the shroud and slicker combo could get. still, she points bloody knife at suddenly present vigilante and includes her for the funsies. this job has got to come with them. otherwise it's just lonely... and a little sad. at her feet, dirty cop gurgles his last, courtesy of way too many feminine-rage powered stabs. "of course, i get the one cop who can actually still pass the fitness test." what a fucking workout. sam stashes blade, puts hands on hips and cracks her back just to have something to do that isn't figuring out if sudden company means round two of a fight. she could really use it not being that.

so here's the thing, alice might have more than her fair share of cop killing, vigilante friends, but that didn't mean she immediately trusted one when she saw one. but she didn't engage either, she stood back and watched with tentative interest. even when they (she?), alice thought she could hear a little bit of a more feminine tone, pointed her bloody knife at her she didn't jump to immediately engage. "i hope he deserved it, that was gnarly." she'd only seen the tail end of it, and then the cop's last breaths. it was gross honestly, but not gross enough to phase her. "what'd he do?" if she got a straight answer, alice would decide how she felt about ghostface based on it. sure, she kept up with the news coverage of the various vigilantes. she kept files on the important ones (and herself), but that didn't mean she had her opinions set in stone about all of them.

[shesboundtobruise]

DAD: "What seems to be the officer, problem?" (echoestm, stu, stankey)

AMA WITH STANLEY WOLFE | accepting! ( @echoestm )

"You, for starters. Gonna need you to get out of the vehicle for a sobriety test, son, though I doubt I'll need it to confirm what I already know."

[parvamundi]

Precocious four year old pauses in her play with Lego figurines and lifts head to take in the sight of visiting adult. Mr. Armstrong— who auntie Lou just calls 'Eddie' and who calls himself 'Ed'. Mom also calls him that, but when she says it she almost sounds angry even when she's smiling. What it all means she doesn't know, but it does make her squint at him from time to time in an effort to figure it out. Ed Eddie Armstrong. Figurine lifted again, Sam helps Luke Skywalker bonk Han Solo with lightsaber in defense of Princess Lou Leia. Sam rolls the dice and assumes Mr. Armstrong is on his way out rather than in, and politely calls out. "Bye, Mr. Armstrong!" (echoestm, sam, eddie)

( @echoestm )

He'd just come over to see the girls ( his girls, he likes to say sometimes, but only when Chris seems amenable to that ), just for a little chat while on lunch. Ed had assumed the little one was napping somewhere, given just how quiet she'd been, so it's a surprise when she pipes up as he's walking by.

"Hey there, kiddo," he replies, grinning at her as he wanders over. "What are you up to?" Eddie kneels down, to get on her level. "Oh, Star Wars?! That's cool! I used to have a bunch of these when I was little. I used to play with my brothers Charlie and Will. Luke was my favorite and I always made Charlie be Darth Vader because he's a grumpy guy."

[fxntasmagoria]

@echoestm continued from here!

Was Randy naked as he stood there? Absolutely. "I have over two thousand views, Sharon. Everyone loves my Cred videos." He crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to give up the fight. "You dont even have good lighting and the guy always blocks the shot. At least mine have class. A theme even!" He rubbed his mustache. "Maybe i need to incorporate weed! Thanks for the idea Sharon!" He kissed her cheek. "I'll be filming if you need me."

[prettytm]

Smash or Pass Sam Carpenter (echoestm)

Smash Or Pass?? - Accepting - @echoestm

Oh, her daddy was gonna kill him.. But he was dead, yeah? No way to get him from the grave. Except that wasn't completely true now was it? Eh.. It was worth the risk all the same. "Smash."

[voicestm]

“Let me in.” Randall is not the vampire between them, and yet? The Midnight Mission is... whatever it is. Sentient. Living. Will-having. And so without explicit invitation, or an assist from one of the residents within, Randall can not cross it's threshold. So he asks. It's as polite as he can manage, grit teeth and hard eyes peering through glass at blood red gaze on other side. Dominant hand may be clenched into a fist, but he has yet to slam it into door to make it rattle. Polite. Asking nicely. Within parameters, at least. The best he can do when he is incensed with brother within and means to make it known to him. This man who is eternally unaware of his sins, his crimes, who blunders about hurting without a care or remorse. Randall will MAKE him sorry. As soon as he can get into his sanctuary. (randall, reese, echoestm)

Folk Horror - Accepting - @echoestm & @silverjetsystm

She stands behind the door, the last remaining night guard between the world beyond and The Mission, she's the silent watcher when all else fails them. Zodiac had done her a favor she finds herself thinking more and more often lately. He's given her a gift and it makes protecting The Mission and those she loves easier. No longer a human but still a girl, young and naive in her short years, she faces all with too positive of an outlook. Thinking there were Solutions to all things. That conversations and the trading of words could make right past mistakes. But that it took.. Work. Work that neither one of the Spector siblings were likely going to put into their relationship.

She doubts Marc even knows what the root cause of their problems are and Randell.. Well, he's a hot head who was insane. A single coin, the brothers were, each a reflection the other couldn't face.

Perhaps if she just..

A delicate hand reaches out, grasps the handle and yanks. With a haunting creak she opens the door for him. She greets him with a grim expression, all white clinging to her like a second skin. The very vision of angelic avenger. "Randell.. There will be rules if I allow you to enter."

[heroeslogic]

she didn't even consider arresting her after that first meeting. she could have, but she didn't want to. she didn't even know her real name, but she liked having someone to meet up with. someone to share intel with who, somehow, she trusted to have her back even though they barely knew anything about each other.

well, they knew they both liked coffee. it was mostly alice's fault that they'd been missing each other. she'd had work, or been too tired from work to leave the house, or she had gone to get coffee and waited there for a while and they really had just missed each other. she had a good feeling about today, and an intense craving for coffee.

alice had come in with a crowd, blended in with girls just a little younger than her talking about their college classes and girlfriends. she couldn't help but eavesdrop, it was second nature. she scanned the shop while she waited for her drink until her eyes settled on her by the window. she was beautiful in the sunlight. she couldn't help it, she just watched for a little while while she scrolled until the other woman noticed and looked up. it was then that alice picked her way through the crowd and over to the empty table.

she sat, smiling and leaning one elbow on the chair back. "no, your stalking game is good, i've just been all over the place." alice wouldn't answer what that was if she asked, but admitting she had one was nothing. most people had day jobs, just not ones like her's. "had to caffeinate at home or at my day job, unfortunately."

REPLY to @echoestm / ghostface *

[prettytm]

@echoestm

[parvamundi]

The Han Solo metaphor falls apart disastrously when Mr. Armstrong starts bringing Sammy around for visits. Sure, it could just make him Kylo Ren, but what did that make Ollie? Besides, Auntie Lou might have been Leia but that made mom Luke and Luke didn't have any kids for her to be. Yeah. The whole thing's just been shot to shit, but that's okay. Weird as it is to be introduced to someone who goes by the same thing her father calls her, Sammy is okay people. Which makes sense.. he's an Armstrong after all. She likes watching him kick a soccer ball around in the yard, showing off his little tricks and looking pleased and bashful all at once when it makes him an easy favorite with the Mexican side of the family. Mom claims she's gonna buy him off Mr. Armstrong and sell him to the highest South American bidder and Sam, even knowing she's joking, can't help but wonder what it might be like if Sammy lived with them in her house— just down a hall instead of a whole country away on opposite coasts. She can't help but think then they might actually do what they keep dancing around doing but never do. At least she sure as hell never leans in first, even when the moment seems right, because she can never shake the thought that they only have so many days until he's on a flight back home and what would be the point in tasting something she can't actually have?

"If your dad says you're not for sale one more time, I think mom might just kidnap you." Small towel held out, she feels like some kind of a cliche, bringing the athletic boy his water bottle and something to dry off with but it hadn't started that way— it wasn't intentional. She was just... and he was over there sweaty and thirsty looking.. and it's HER house.. so it's only polite to... feel like an idiot in her own backyard, the heavy gaze of beloved aunts and uncles anything but discreet on her back. God, they're probably making bets about them. Sam flips the bird back behind herself and never takes her eyes off Sammy, as if it'll keep him from noticing. "It's not so bad here. My aunts and their Stus and Bullets actually go home sometimes. And Tara's in her shut herself up in her room phase. We could have most of the place to ourselves."

And the privacy to match. The kind she sneaks him into after dinner, when everyone's lounging about, drinking, smoking, talking... wrapped up in their own adult world; finally leaving her the room to tug him by the hand under her treehouse and set herself up with closed eyes and lightly puckered lips for a kiss.

( @echoestm )

Leaving California had become increasingly more difficult as of late. Leaving her had become nearly unbearable. Sure, there were girls on the east coast, cute ones, fun ones, but no one like her.

She was so distinct in his mind that he'd even shared his thoughts about her to his mother, which was a huge first. Suzy teared up, sniffled, and apologized for their life apart from his father and the little life Sammy had begun a whole country away. He understood, he did, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't still suck.

But he had the summer. They did. The whole summer to hang out and play and watch the grown-ups act weird around them or listen to them tease. It had been great so far, the greatest of his life maybe. Things are so different there, more laid back, fun, so much less hectic. He spends time with friends who feel like family rather than just actual family, like back home, in New York, where it's school, home, the tavern, or Aunt Anna's or Grandpa Sam's for weekend dinners. The Scotts were numerous and wonderful, but they weren't... like this.

Every time Ms. Christina talks about selling him off to the soccer (football) teams, he grins proudly and laughs at his father's reaction. When Sam mentions getting kidnapped, Sammy doesn't mind the thought, until he thinks of his mom and how much she'd miss him. He simply smiles, gives her a couple nods, but says nothing. He doesn't want to dwell on the what ifs.

And speaking of... There'd been quite a few that summer, but the particular one that consistently crossed his mind was what if they kissed. He found he couldn't stop thinking about it most of the time and only did when Mr. Loomis glared his way. In the moments he wasn't under that man's watchful eye, he considered asking Sam if he could kiss her or just leaning in and doing it and waiting for her to slug him. The time never seemed right though and he was still so unsure if that was even something she wanted.

Until she had him by the hand, drawing him to seclusion.

His brain doesn't process it at first, confused, staring down at her like an idiot for a moment when he realizes her lids are closed, lips puckered, chin tilted up. She's waiting, patiently maybe, for him to stop being a moron and make the move. Sam always seemed the type to wait for nothing, take charge, take what she wanted, and she's standing there waiting on him. He's so foolish and stupid for not moving sooner, but he's present and shifting, moving closer. A gentle hand lands on her upper arm before his presses his lips to hers, soft at first, timid, giving her space to stop this at any moment if she wants. When she doesn't pull away, Sammy applies a little more pressure, urging her to continue despite the fact that his heart feels as if it'll pound right through his sternum into hers.

[parvumchao]

Stu licks his teeth and tries not to let the turning cogs show so much. He's not supposed to be a certain kind of visible, but he's guessing he's blown a lot of that cover today. Angry Shaun-seeking missile. He tries to reel some of it back in, shrugging belatedly at the question of Conlon boning his girl. Not really. Lou's not his yet, not officially. Maybe this time next week she will be and people will talk about him pilfering her from under Shaun's arm. "Don't let him know I'm looking for him, will ya? I'll make it up to you next bash. Whatever you want. On me." (echoestm, stu, sparrow)

( @echoestm )

Eying Stu suspiciously, she pulls the book to her chest and crosses her arms over. "Why would--" She stops herself, knowing the rest of the question didn't really matter.

"You don't have to bribe me. I won't say anything. Just... don't do anything stupid, okay?"

[voicestm]

@echoestm

friends with benefits? you mean super smash bros?

[prettytm]

"i won't break, don't be afraid." (echoestm, sam, billy)

Melt Into Me - Accepting Selectively - @echoestm

Afraid?

He chuckles against her ear, hoping it still strokes the fires even if the mask is pulled over her face and all he can see is her father's legacy. He hasn't been gentle exactly but he understands.. He knows what it feels like to have brutal hands gripping her hips but bruises isn't what you long for.

Bruises aren't what you need.

Not when you need to feel alive. Not when the world is closing in, suffocating, leaving you gasping for anything as long as you can just BREATHE.

Broken bones, deep wounds with fingers shoved in bloody searching for the meaning of life and that thing that makes you tick. Frank Castle got it. The two after him got it. And now his little Ghost followed the trend. Except she's where Billy usually stands, hands against a rough wall, denim around her ankles and a cock punishing her.

Difference between him and the men who ruined him.. He took care with the girl he loved. She was alone except for the father haunting mirrors and dark corners. Luckily.. She found a man with a degree in obsession.

A man who grins as he sinks the knife into her thigh and twists.

"Ghostie.. if I break you.. I'll never be afraid."

[shesboundtobruise]

[text] call me this date is going so bad (echoestm, sam, auntie lou)

TEXT MEMES ARE THE BEST MEMES | accepting! ( @echoestm )

She and Sammy needed to sort their shit out because Lou can't handle much more of these bad dates Sam seemingly made herself go on with guys that weren't him...

She immediately dials the number, doesn't even wait for a hello. "Do I need to come down there and kick that little shit's ass or what? Did he touch you?"

[fxntasmagoria]

💬 (echoestm, sharon, randy)

"surprise! we've been needing some alone time lately, today's the perfect occasion so let's go do something fun" Randy suddenly came in, in a very good mood. He had just come up with the Valentine's special for the farm and he was riding a high. " Come on. Let's go to town. "

@echoestm

[voicestm]

@architaciturn, @echoestm

"Two Phantoms", Vahan Teryan (translated by metamorphesque)