#ehco

[pikaclan]

Moon 366

Season: Leaf-fall

Overarching Events

Mass Extinction is On

Deaths

Will they reach StarClan, even so far away? Fuzzscratch isn't sure, but as they drift away, they hope to see familiar starry fur on the other side

Misc

Tumblekick tries to convince Barleyquiver to run away with them and fails

Echocaw tries to convince Tremblemask to run away with them and fails

In a bright spot this moon, Wisteriaflare and Parsleyram have finally announced their commitment as mates

Wolfpaw was seen racing along the border with their rival from FlightClan

Health

Avalanchbeetle's ear is no longer torn Shalenibble got whitecough Hazyseed's cat bite healed Pikepounce overexerted themself and is feeling sore Sparrowhollow's heat stroke is gone Parsleyram got greencough Limethorn's scrapes healed Wolfpaw's heat exhaustion is gone

Relationships

Thrushwhistle complains that Sprucefreeze doesn't seem to understand signs from StarClan very well (high negative effect)

[lgspears]

Marvel Studios' Echo | Official Trailer | Disney+ and Hulu

[thelovelyblark-barg]

hey shoutout to whoever sprited the stantler/noctowl fusion for infinite fusion 

love you, thank you

[rosesradio]

[mark of athena, page 114] just throw the whole book away 🧍

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

ECHOOO :DDD

I swear if this ends with the whole batch captured I'm gonna lose it o.o

Nah Omega you better go xd

Of course she won't lol

Glad we don't have to worry about them anymore though <3

They're gonna show up again in another show aren't they, those 5 :) (including Emerie)

[mantleoflight]

Echo gazed down at the two circles in her hand, one black with a white "X" in the middle of it, and the other a white circle with a blue "A" at its center. On her belt, identical smaller disks lined a belt attachment like a score card. "(X)", "(X)", "(A)", "(A)", "(X)", "(A)", "(A)", "(A)"...

She leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Still thinking about that report?" Whisper asked, drifting from her red cushion over to her guardian.

"Yeah," Echo murmured, "Everything about it makes. The light and darkness fitting together like one of those old black and white talismans from the Golden Age."

"The taijitu?"

Echo looked up and raised a brow-ridge.

"It's the symbol for an ancient philosophy of Taiji or Tai Chi. Something about duality, harmony, and universal beginnings."

A smirk crossed the exo's face as she looked at her ghost. "You've been doing studies haven't you? You've actually been looking this up!"

Whisper bristled, gyrating her goose-toothed shell irritably. "Even I have to find something to do when bored in down time. What do you think I do when you sleep when I don't need a defrag?"

Echo chuckled and shrugged. "Fair enough," she said and looked back down at the disks with a frown.

Her ghost glanced down at the disks and then at her Risen. “What are you thinking about?”

"They're still out there..." she murmured somberly. "All those new light hive looking for a leader and blundering their way through like we did in the dark ages. They're so desperate, they tried to revive Oryx!"

Whisper shook her shell in disbelief. "You're still going on about them? Echo, they're HIVE! The longer they're without leadership, the longer we keep them as a minor disorganized threat!"

"Yeah! And they will always be a threat unless we change things!" Echo argued back. "Unless we change the board, show them a BETTER way like Shaw, Ikora, and Zavala showed us! We can show them a better way - a way that ends the fighting, that turns our Light from each other toward the real enemy!"

Neither of them had to say who that real enemy was as the mere reference of it seemed to bring a weight to the conversation, like covering them a heavy blanket.

"What do you plan on doing?" Whisper asked, her shell flicking tensely.

"I'm going to figure out how to right a wrong," Echo replied, pushing herself to her feet. "And I'm going make sure the grace of mercy I extend isn't used to stab me in the back...."

[ryderdire]

I can’t I’m reading and amphibia fic and I’m literally losing it what the fuck

[citrusitonit]

ooohhhj my brothers fartung thru the aiiiirrr

[sodium1gif-blog]

Marvel's EHCO, 2024

EP 02

I like her hands....😏

[itspkuwu]

💛🌼Daisy Appreciation Post🌼💛

Alright. I’ve had it.

Now, it’s not Bowser x Luigi that’s the problem for me. Even tho I don’t ship it at all. Its the fact that ever since that so call paring exploded on to the internet, Daisy has pretty much been kicked to the curb and even hated by some people. And I won’t have it. I simply will NOT have it! 😤

People say that Princess Peach turned into a complete girl boss in the Mario movie and really enjoyed it. Well, that EXACTLY how Daisy is in the games! We’re basically just seeing Daisy’s personality within a different princess.

I know she’s only in the competition games and not really games with a story line (besides for her debut game of course) But I think that was done to get the point across that Daisy is an absolute tomboy who won’t let anybody put her down. Although I would LOVE to see her in a storyline game. MAKE IT HAPPEN NINTENDO. And with the other princesses, she DOES have a purpose. Think of it like the human body. Peach is the heart Rosalina is the brain And Daisy is the muscle.

And speaking of Peach, in the games, Daisy is clearly better at running her kingdom since Bowser hardly ever attacks there. That, or Bowser is just into blonde girls. Now, I’m not hating on any Bowser x Luigi fans. However, this is specifically a post not just to support Daisy, But also for Luigi x Daisy shippers… so uh…

Also notice how Luigi and Daisy are a little more touchy feely while Peach seems to be kinda resistant towards Mario?

Y’know. Just saying. Here’s more proof of them being a cute couple, but in video form. (not mine)

Again, this isn’t a hate post. I’m just gushing over a ship a like. Bowser x Luigi fans have a right to gush, and me, a Daisy x Luigi fan, also have that right.

And in case you’re wondering, the reason I don’t ship Bowser and Luigi is because of the moments they have WITH context.

When the trailer dropped, we had little to no context about what was going on.

But when the movie released and showed us what was actually happening… Bowser is clearly only doing the mustache twirl thing to intimidate Luigi.

Not to mention that Bowser attempts to sacrifice Luigi in Peach’s honor.

And uh… I don’t remember Bowser writing a tear jerker piano piece dedicated to the green plumber.

It’s all about the context people.

Conclusion: Princess Daisy doesn’t suck. Luigi x Daisy still has potential. And Daisy hate is very unnecessary to me. If you love Daisy too, share this post! 💛🌼 Also, she’s in smash.

SMASH ISN’T JUST FOR ANYBODY YKNOW. EVEN IF THEY’RE AN EHCO.

I mean, unless you’re Piranha Plant, but that’s another story :/

[chadillacboseman]

If the gang had Twitter...

Alora - @bihanspookies Danny/Kate - @bdfightclub Jesse/JJ/Alex - ME Ehco - @roofgeese Billie - @cyberneticsanguinaire

[miss-sheepy]

Comm for @paige-smash of their characters cousin, Theo Fontaine, an ehco knight, along with his echo ⚔

Drew their DnD character/his cousin Valerie Fontaine a couple years ago here~

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Don't feel like tagging anything for this just yet) ( @gemini-sensei )

Having some deep thoughts about Werewolf!Omega!Reader who came from a rough family.

They didn’t really care about her leaving her to her own devices. They lived out in the woods and for most of Readers life all she did was stay inside or play in the woods, but she wasn’t allowed to go out at night. She was never told why but was constantly snapped at to not ask questions. There where multiple strangers or people she would call “aunt or uncle” that would come by her house but they where not her actual kin. Something she once again never tried to ask about.

As time goes by and she gets older her family starts to slowly disappear. Aunts and uncles no longer visit as much, her really family starts to vanish as well. Things take a turn when one of her older siblings doesn’t come home one night late into the spring.

She crys for days after she realizes something extremely bad has happened, they are not coming back. She here’s her partners talking and her mother crying.

“He/she is dead….I know it.”

“Everyone is, it’s only us now..”

The following month after her 18th birthday she comes home to find almost her whole room packed up. The rest of the house is fine, nothing else is touched nothing out of place by even a inch.

But no one is home.

She looks around and even calls out for her parents and siblings only to her only her own voice a ehco around the walls. Running outside she finds no sign of anyone so she goes back into the house. She quietly goes into her parents room, the room for the most part is extremely the same but the draws are open and empty and the closets bare. Her eyes search the room for any kind of clue as to what is going on. Finally her eyes land on a small piece of paper that sits on her parents bed. With a flick of the wrist she picks the paper up and flips the folded up paper open. In the simple hand writing of her father.

“Your room is packed with what you need. Take what you can and leave before it is too late. We already lost one child and the others we can not stay to see you die as well. You cannot stay here or you will be just as dead as we would if we stayed, we are giving you a head start to get out. We can only tell you the best option since you are young, go to CA, it is your best chance to find others. We regret not telling you the truth but we can at least give you advice to stay alive. Good luck-“

It was a cryptic message that sent chills though her whole body. Her whole family had just up and left their home and told her to get out. That she was in danger and needed to leave all on her own. A sicking feeling came over her whole body as she moved about the house. She grabbed what she could of her things from her room, a few things from around the house. While moving things around she found a wad of cash in a drawer and took it. It was enough to get her on a bus to California and possibly enough for food a rent.

Within the hour she was long gone from her childhood home in the woods.

On a bus to a whole different state all alone to start a new life.

Life in california was rough at first for the young women. She was in a total different state with no family or friends. But as the weeks and months pass she finally starts to settle in to her new home. She finds a nice little apartment in a nice town, she is able to find a good job with nice hours. For once in her life she feels seen and heard as she meets new people. Gaining new friends at work and around town with her free time.

For about two years that was what she did with her life and it was going great. Every day she grew to live the new town she was in and the thought of her old life was slowly fading. She missed her home, her parents and even her siblings but she knew it was best that she leave. She didn’t regret getting out when she did. There was nothing for her back home and she understood that.

It wasn’t until her twentieth birthday was about to hit when things started to change once again in her life.

Reader felt lucky to have met such nice people when first moving to california. After getting a place to live she was able to find work at a local hospital. It wasn’t anything fancy but she was able to get a job in the records department and then she was moved to the physical therapy department. That’s when she met Miguel, a nice physical therapist in training. He just so happened to be looking for a patient file for a new client that was coming in for treatment. Reader of course noticed and helped him find it before he got to lost in all of the paperwork and folders.

He was extremely embarrassed about not being able to find such a easy document. Reader brushed it off and told him that it was fine and that if he ever needed help finding anything in the records department to just come and find her. She knew the place like the back of her hand by now. That sparked a great friendship between the two. They got lunch breaks together and even hung out after work a lot. He also introduced her to a few of his other friends too.

“You know I did karate in highschool.”

It was a random comment he made one day as they where sitting in the hospital cafeteria during a lunch break.

Reader perked up as she picked at her food.

“Oh really? Physical therapist guy did a dangerous sport like karate? Um.”

“Yeah…remember when I told you about my back? Karate may have played a key in that. But it’s in the past.”

“Soooo why are you bring it up now?”

“Well I kinda wanted to know if you wanted to come with me and some of the others to go hang out at one of the lessons. My sensei still teaches and one of my friends is teaching along side him these days. Everyone wanted to go hang out but I didn’t know if you where into that kinda stuff.”

Reader thought about it for a long minute before saying “Iv never been to a karate class before it sounds interesting. Just don’t expect me to know any of your crazy karate stuff I guess.” She laughs as she shoves some of her lunch into her mouth. Miguel grins back at her.

“Don't worry I wasn't expecting you to. It's just for fun trust me, you're going to have a great time.”

The following week Reader gets the address from Miguel on where the dojo was. She pulls up to the nice little place, it's beautiful and quaint. She is just in time to pass a little group of kids walking out of the gate. They laugh and y'all at one another clearly happy about the lesson they just came from. Reader can't help but smile as she passes them, looking back to watch them all load up ain't a small van and take off. Her mind is brought back when she hears loud laughter from behind a large gate from where the kids originally came out from.

Walking up to the gate she opens it and peers around the corner to find Miguel and a blond man talking. She also takes notice of the fact that Demetri and Robby are there as well. Both are off to the side talking about something. She meet Demetri and Robby when they showed up to the hospital to collect their friend after work to go to a local bar. They all have hung out quite a few times since then.

“Reader you made it! I was scared you might have gotten lost on the way here or something.”

“Yeah sorry I'm still trying to figure out this area but your directions were fine, found the place on my first try so no harm done. Hope I wasn't keeping you guys waiting.” she says a little bit embarrassed. This was a new part of town she had yet to be to so finding her way around was still a little tricky. Luckily she was able to find her way with Miguel’s good directions.

Miguel patted her on the should before turning to the blond guy again. He was much older than them and she could only guess that this was Miguel’s sensei he had briefly talked about before.

“Reader this is Johnny Lawrence, my sensei and Robby’s dad.” he mention to the older man who is just smirking at them. Looking at him until close she could see the slight resemblance to Robby. His nose and brows and just a hint of his eyes reminded her of the dirty blond. She smiled and shook his outstretched hand, his grip was firm in hers. He let go a second later. Robby groans as he's mentioned. Johnny rolls his eyes before walking off back towards the dojo where another man comes walking out. He's a bit shorter than Johnny, tan with dark hair.

“And that is Daniel LaRusso! My other sensei.” the other man gives her a smiles before shaking hands with her. His hold is firm but just a tad bit gentler then Johnny's.

“Can we start this thing all ready I'm getting tired of waiting. I don't care if we just finished a class I want to get back to training already!” a voice came from inside the dojo. Reader looks over the means shoulders to try and get a look at who was yelling. The door to the dojo slammed open and a guy strolled out not long after.

He was taller than her by a few good inches, skin pale with only a kiss of sun to it. He was in a gi like the other men but he had the top open hanging loose. His hair was too long but it had a nice length to it, gelled up in a neat mohawk. Reader felt her face grow warm has she took a little to long to rip her eyes away from his open shirt. He had a nice set of muscles that made her all kinds of hot. Quickly she looked away and focused on the others.

Miguel laughed saying “Dont worry about him that's just Hawk.” she raised a brow at him “His real names Eli but we call him Hawk. It's his thing.” she rolled her eyes and gave a small chuckle. His name was definitely something.

(I admit that I cut this off extremely early. I have more to this idea but I didn't know if anyone was actually going to like it because I started it when I was going through writer's block and I feel like it was a bit bland. Might continue if anybody actually likes it. )

[themself]

I feel like completely broken. i don't know what's wrong with me but I feel nonstop anxiety these days and just constantly constantly lonely. and I don't know why. the more I see people the more lonely I feel. I'm scared to leave my house. social media feels like a ghost town where I yell into a void and everybody looks away. they're only following me to be polite. nobody really cares.

I want to delete everything. and just be normal. but I can't do that. I'll just be more sad. and being normal doesn't exist and I couldn't do it. and I'm just worried Im so broken I don't know how to function without scrolling. I should be doing more. creating. learning. anything but this. anything but this. I don't know what I want. I can't pursue what I want. and the whole time I hear ehcoing in my head that that I'm doing everything wrong. wrong. wrong. and I don't know what is right

I haven't felt so hopeless in so long. I thought I was doing everything okay. why am I so unlikable. why am I so broken. why do I crave human intimacy when Im too scared to leave my house. too scared to drive my car, too scared to message first. why is it that the only cure is just doing those things more and more. when can I be free. why was I broken. why can't I just be happy. why am I not worthy of love. why do I think I'm not worthy of love. why can't I just be okay for once in my stupid fucking life

[ghegheganu]

Suzanne Fabry (Belgian painter) 1904 - 1985

Female Nudes by the Sea, 1943

oil on canvas

157 x 173 cm. (61.75 x 68 in.)

signed and dated Suzanne Fabry/ 1943 (lower right)

private collection

© photo Sotheby's

Catalogue Note Sotheby's

Born in Brussels in 1904, Suzanne Fabry was the daughter of the Belgian symbolist painter Émile Fabry (1865–1966) and his wife Virginie Duchênes. Her brother, Barthélémy, was born in 1898. Three years before Suzanne’s birth, her father was named Professor of Drawing at the l’Académie Royale des Beaux-Arts de Bruxelles, where he had been a student in the 1880s, and her childhood was spent in his house-studio at rue Verte (today rue du Collège Saint-Michel, n°6) in Woluwe-Saint-Pierre, a south-eastern neighborhood of Brussels.

At the start of World War I, Suzanne moved with her family to England where they remained until the end of the war, first in Herefordshire and later in the Cornish town of Saint-Ives. They returned to their home in Belgium after the war and in 1923 Suzanne enrolled as a student at the Académie Royale des Beaux-Arts where she studied under Jean Delville (1867-1953) and Constant Montald (1862-1944), two of the founders, alongside her father, of a group of artists who called themselves “L'art monumental.” The group’s aim was to produce public, monumental, and culturally sophisticated art that would elevate the public consciousness through the representation of idealized universal themes. Their commanding nudes would constitute an important source of inspiration for Suzanne’s own work.

Suzanne graduated from the Académie in 1928 and embarked on her career as a painter in the 1930s, taking part in the triennial Salon in Antwerp (1930) and the quadrennial Salon in Liège (1931). Around the same time, her father was completing a cycle of large-scale paintings for the entrance and staircase of Brussels’ opera house, La Monnaie, where, many years later, Suzanne and her husband Edmond Delescluze (1905-1993) would be employed as costume and set designer respectively, a collaboration that began in 1948 and is recorded in over 900 sketches and stage maquettes preserved today in the archives of La Monnaie. She continued to pursue her career as a painter, alongside her work as head of the opera’s costume workshop, until her death in 1985.

In this monumental multi-figure composition, painted in 1943, Fabry adapted the solidity, scale, and style favored by the Symbolist painters of her father’s generation to a defiantly modern feminine subject. Fabry perfected her own brand of pointillism, establishing the pale blue background in broad loosely layered brushstrokes against which the four figures are sharply defined in saturated ochre tones. The palette and composition–statuesque theatrically posed figures arranged across a picture plane–ehcoing her father’s work, notably Maternity (1923) and Towards the Unknown, for which Suzanne posed and was photographed as aide memoires (see Jacqueline Guisset, Emile Fabry, 2000).

These photographs, and the studio practice they elucidate, suggest the context in which Suzanne developed her own working methods and artistic style. Suzanne’s four figures are arguably full-length self-portraits–with idealized features resembling the artist’s own, looking to her self-portrait with paintbrush in hand (1932) –making the composition a triumphant declaration of her artistic identity as both creator and muse.

The central figure’s pose recalls Botticelli’s iconic Birth of Venus, recasting the Renaissance goddess in a personal and fiercely modern mode. Rather than covering herself, Fabry’s figure reaches up to her auburn hair, staring straight at the viewer and seemingly strides forward, trading Botticelli’s stationary feigned modesty for confidence in motion. Impastoed splashes of water at her feet evoke Venus’s outsized shell in a more realistic and yet abstract reference perhaps to her own rebirth as an artist.

Fabry returned to the female nude the following year in a large-scale single-figure representation of a woman–perhaps herself–called L’Attente (1944), exhibited at the Salon de printemps that year. Holding an amphora above her head with two hands against a distant background of ancient ruins, the figure stands tall, matching the height of the doric column behind her, as a pillar of strength and fortitude, peering fearlessly ahead, her weight shifted to the front of her toes as if to leap forward.

Female Nudes by the Sea is an important rediscovery within the oeuvre of Suzanne Fabry, and the 20th-century Symbolist movement. In this multi-figure self-portrait, Fabry audaciously contends with her artistic heritage and asserts her own distinctive identity and aesthetic.

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Born in Brussels in 1904, Suzanne Fabry was the daughter of the Belgian symbolist painter Émile Fabry (1865–1966) and his wife Virginie Duchênes. Her brother, Barthélémy, was born in 1898. Three years before Suzanne’s birth, her father was named Professor of Drawing at the l’Académie Royale des Beaux-Arts de Bruxelles, where he had been a student in the 1880s, and her childhood was spent in his house-studio at rue Verte (today rue du Collège Saint-Michel, n°6) in Woluwe-Saint-Pierre, a south-eastern neighbourhood of Brussels of recent urbanisation.

At the start of the First World War, Émile Fabry moved with his family to England, first staying in Herefordshire and later in the Cornish town of Saint-Ives, where he would continue to paint, and they would remain until the end of the conflict. Back in Brussels, the family returned to their home on rue Verte, and in 1923 Suzanne enrolled as a student at the Académie Royale des Beaux-Arts, where her teachers included Jean Delville (1867-1953) and Constant Montald (1862-1944), two of the founders, alongside Suzanne’s father, of the group “L'art monumental”. Their aim was to produce art for the public sphere, monumental in scale and steeped within the cultural tradition of the period, intended to elevate the public conscience by means of representing idealised, universal themes. Their commanding nudes would constitute an important source of inspiration for Suzanne’s own work.

Having graduated from the Académie in 1928, Suzanne began her career as a painter in the 1930s, taking part in the triennial Salon in Antwerp (1930) and the quadrennial Salon in Liège (1931). Around the same time, her father was completing a cycle of large-scale paintings for the entrance and staircase of Brussels’ opera house, La Monnaie, where, many years later, Suzanne and her husband Edmond Delescluze (1905-1993) would be employed as costume and set designer respectively, a collaboration that began in 1948 and is recorded in over 900 sketches and stage maquettes preserved today in the archives of La Monnaie. She continued to pursue her career as a painter, alongside her work as head of the opera’s costume workshop, until her death in 1985.

Source: Ambrose Naumann Fine Art

[thedaughtersdagger]

in the chapel

the preacher's voice is long since hushed, his sermon lost to dust and shadow, yet in the quiet, old spirits snicker, their murmurs sounded through the cracks.my prayers hang like moss on oak baskets of my devotion, plentiful of green my sister beside me with bruised knees tangled hair brushing against my face the ehcoes of mother's wailing as fathers bow

in grief, we hold hands as we do in prayer my prayer's are long i watch the candle wax melt into the gold plate the halls of promise, the deliverance of tormentso after all of my white dresses become stained i ask, god, can you still hear me?