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@onwiththestories
Hi! I'm Echo!
I'm (32 f) a freelance writer on commission
Minors DNI
Things I will write:
Some kinky stuff
Fanfiction :D
Original works
Horror
Fantasy
Fiction (naturally)
Things I won't write
Gore
Non-con (r@pe)
Real-Life shipping (think YouTubers)
Gross stuff
As long as you follow my guidelines, I'll probably write what you want!
My venmo: https://venmo.com/Rosen-Magpie
My paypal: https://www.paypal.me/echocoop
WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.
No but actually LMAO
PSA to all AO3 authors:
Bot comments are getting a lot more aggressive lately. This is one I just got. It is a BOT, not a real person who has read the fic. They have not doxed me.
Notice that it's a GUEST comment, not a real account. There are also zero fic, or even fandom, specific details in this comment. That's because they get posted on many, many different fics.
Content warning: threats of doxxing, excessive profanity.
Please reblog for more visibility!
I want this heads up to get in front of as many eyes as possible, because for someone who doesn't know bots are saying this, this would be terrifying.
The 'yes or no' game.
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.
I appologize for being inactive for a long while, my creativity dried up and I've been in a rut for the past few months. I'll do my best to get back into my writing as soon as some personal drama clears up.
hooray
Where do y'all start writing/typing up your fanfics before posting?
Paper
Word Doc
Google Doc
Tumblr Drafts
AO3 Drafts
Notes App
Other (Comment)
Snippet of WKM: The Egos chapter 4
I trudged up the stairs to my apartment after I’d waved goodbye to Sandra, but stopped when I found several small boxes on my doorstep. They looked like they were from Amazon and were all addressed to ‘Ms. Echo’. I didn’t like being called Miss, Ms., Ma’am, or lady, but I squinted and let this one slide. There were two small boxes, about the size of cell phone packaging, and one larger one that looked like it might hold a laptop. A note was hidden between the big box and my doormat that read:
“Dear Ms. Echo,
I’ve heard from a friend of yours that you don’t have many electronics, so I thought I’d chip in. Especially for a new recruit to the Superhero Program, these will come in handy. Don’t worry, the phone and laptop come to you direct from a department in the Unit, and they’ll handle the bills. They’re top of the line, and not really supposed to be available to the public, but I won’t tell if you don’t. The third box is a bioscanner, which should help you figure out if you’ve got more powers than the teleportation and resurrection.
Yours sincerely,
Adam.”
‘Well, that’s a thing that happened’, I thought, mulling over the letter as I let myself into my apartment with new toys in tow.
The house was exactly as I’d left it. After taking off my shoes and four-day-old clothes, and taking a very long shower, I dressed in navy sweatpants and a purple tank top and plonked myself down on my futon couch and set to checking out my new devices. The phone looked like any other smartphone, but it didn’t have a brand anywhere and was already set up in my name with a single contact: Adam. It came complete with charger and ‘terabyte micro sd card’, whatever that was. I spent a few moments personalizing it and seeing what I could do with it before getting bored and checking out the bioscanner. The instructions said I needed to give myself a shot with a syringe that came with it, then put a droplet of blood on the scanner’s detector strip. Fuck that. Massively fuck that.
about this poll everyone should go vote (nothing against the admins or even the poll itself by the way!!!)
“you should stop writing fanfics once you’ve reached a certain age so you can focus on your family and actual career” is such a silly concept because why should someone stop having fun and doing what they love once they’re “too old” for it, especially when “something they love” in question isn’t even some extreme sports that could be limited by age? like what the fuck is that mindset???? who cares if you’re 80 and still write fanfic. hell, if you can do it and it makes you happy, then fuck anyone who thinks you should give up the source of your happiness because of something as silly as an age.
experience is one of the factors, guys, one of the reasons older people write better fics is because they’ve been writing for a long time and they have more experience.
you can focus on your family and actual career while still doing what makes you happy.
I hope every fanfic writer out there keeps on writing and doesn’t let some troll make them think they have to give up their source of happiness just because they’re “too old to write about fictional characters” Jesus Christ
AO3 is wild because it’s the only place where you’ll see an author’s note that reads, “sorry, guys 🥺 English isn’t my first language” and the fic they wrote is a 100k-word-long of the most professionally written slow burn enemies-to-lovers with intense angst, heartbreaking tragedy, heartwarming humor, incredibly drama, shocking plot twists and the most beautiful dynamics with depth and complexity between the characters that made you laugh, cry, blush, kick your feet, hold your breath, dig your nails into the pillow, cry some more and smile to yourself like an idiot, and you’ll think about how insane it is that the author wrote the whole thing in their free time. for free. out of pure love and passion they have for these characters. and how it’s not only better than canon — how the author doesn’t just understand the characters better than what they’re given in the piece of media they’re originally from — but also better than some of the best selling novels you’ve read. just wild.
here’s your reminder to sort ao3 fics by date posted / date updated too and not just kudos.
because more often than not, the fics that have lesser kudos are the hidden gems. a fic with no kudos could be one of the best fics you would ever read, and you would never get to read it if you only sought popular fics with hundreds or thousands of kudos. I’ve said this before, and I’m saying it again; kudos do not represent how well-written a fic is, the only thing kudos represent is how popular it is, and popularity doesn’t always necessarily reflect quality.
not saying popular fics aren’t good, of course, all I’m saying is that the number of kudos is never supposed to be used to indicate how well-written a fic is — fics that aren’t as popular can be just as good or even better. but they stay hidden because, by sorting fics by kudos, people won’t even find them to begin with.
there are so many talented writers out there whose works don’t get enough appreciation because people only sort fics by kudos.
speaking from first hand experience, most of the best fics I’ve read aren’t one of those popular ones, but rather the ones that are hidden gems.
don’t let hidden gems stay hidden, guys. give them a chance.
Snippet of Chapter 3 of WKM: The Egos
As soon as he touched me, I knew this was exactly the Seán that Dark wanted me to find. I knew that if I let us have any form of skin-to-skin contact, Dark would get what he wanted. To make matters worse, there was an evil inside him that both was and wasn’t him. But the jolt was more than knowledge, it was electricity, and ice, and fire, and concussive force shattering through me. A terrifying giggle echoed in my head. It was male, higher pitched, given through clenched teeth. Psychotic. Joyless. The sound of madness and malevolence. It sounded like Red-lad here, but… very much not.
We threw our hands away from each other and stared in terrified silence. His eyes twitched, seemed to change color briefly, then returned. He rubbed them and backed away from me. Mark just looked back and forth between us like a man watching the world’s fastest tennis match.
“What was that?!” I demanded under my breath, “What are you?!”
“N-not here...” he whispered back, looking at me with sincere fear and shaking his head.
After a very lengthy conversation with the medical examiner and paramedics, and continuously denying going to the hospital for an examination even though Mark said he’d pay my medical bills, we sat outside the bank waiting for ‘Jackaboy-man’ to come back around the corner out of his disguise. The police, paramedics, and M.E. all tried to get answers out of me and I simply said that I wasn’t ready to say what happened. I gave a statement on the attempted-robbery-turned-homicide though, but that was it.
All the civilians who saw me come back to life tried to get answers too, but I wasn’t going to explain to them either. I didn’t talk for the cameras even though Mark cleaned himself up and did an interview. What was I going to say? That I’m not human, strictly speaking? I’d be sanctioned. Plus, I didn’t want my face on the news for fear of… well, Dark, really.
A little story idea! Let me know if you'd want more
She had just gotten a perm and a mani-pedi. Her long, brown hair was in loose, ringlet curls, her fingers and toes in a flawless french manicure, and she was ready to hit the town. First, though, she was thirsty and wanted a smoothie. So she put on her sunglasses and headed out of the nail salon. She had light green eyes and fair skin, so on this summer’s day she had to be quick to not get burned by the same sun that hurt her eyes as she ran to the car, those cute curls bouncing behind her.
She made it to the car without incident and drove herself to the smoothie shop where she got a ‘lean machine’ smoothie. Not because she wanted to lose weight, but because it tasted the best. She sat at a table and browsed her phone while she sipped. She sighed at all the news on her media feeds. Nothing but trouble. Terrible things happening to good people all over the world.
Did she really have a right to go out and spend the money her uncle gave her so frivolously when people were suffering and dying? What else could she do? She just felt guilty. So she put her phone away and picked the book out of her purse instead, going back to War of the Worlds because she’d never finished it in high school, and recently found it in a used bookstore. The book itself was adorable, small enough to fit in her purse with a lovely blue suede cover, but the contents within were her goal.
‘No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own;-’
And so she read for a good forty five minutes or so until she finished her drink. She was several pages deep before she was making noise with the last dredges of the smoothie, and so packed it in with a little clippable bookmark that looked like a fish. She checked the time on her little Casio calculator watch and sighed. It was getting late. If she wanted to get to that steakhouse before it got too busy, she’d have to call up her friends and go now.
A little story idea! Let me know if you'd want more
She had just gotten a perm and a mani-pedi. Her long, brown hair was in loose, ringlet curls, her fingers and toes in a flawless french manicure, and she was ready to hit the town. First, though, she was thirsty and wanted a smoothie. So she put on her sunglasses and headed out of the nail salon. She had light green eyes and fair skin, so on this summer’s day she had to be quick to not get burned by the same sun that hurt her eyes as she ran to the car, those cute curls bouncing behind her.
She made it to the car without incident and drove herself to the smoothie shop where she got a ‘lean machine’ smoothie. Not because she wanted to lose weight, but because it tasted the best. She sat at a table and browsed her phone while she sipped. She sighed at all the news on her media feeds. Nothing but trouble. Terrible things happening to good people all over the world.
Did she really have a right to go out and spend the money her uncle gave her so frivolously when people were suffering and dying? What else could she do? She just felt guilty. So she put her phone away and picked the book out of her purse instead, going back to War of the Worlds because she’d never finished it in high school, and recently found it in a used bookstore. The book itself was adorable, small enough to fit in her purse with a lovely blue suede cover, but the contents within were her goal.
‘No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own;-’
And so she read for a good forty five minutes or so until she finished her drink. She was several pages deep before she was making noise with the last dredges of the smoothie, and so packed it in with a little clippable bookmark that looked like a fish. She checked the time on her little Casio calculator watch and sighed. It was getting late. If she wanted to get to that steakhouse before it got too busy, she’d have to call up her friends and go now.
Get To Know Me !
Again, idk why I made this but enjoy I guess (some of these may be uncomfortable for y’all to answer, idk).
🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?
💚 - What’s your favourite colour?
🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?
🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?
🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?
🌍 - What is your favourite accent?
⚡️ - Do you have any scars?
🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?
🥀 - Favourite animated movie?
📺 - Favourite show?
😂 - Are you ticklish?
💍 - Do you ever want to get married?
😳 - Do you like your name?
💙 - What colour is your bedroom?
🤓 - How did you get your name?
🎓 - When did/do you graduate?
🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?
👀 - What colour are your eyes?
👱🏻♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?
🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?
🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?
😱 - What’s your biggest fear?
🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?
🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?
🍂 - What’s your favourite season?
🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?
🐶 - Do you have any pets?
😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
🎨 - Any hobbies?
🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?
🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?
📱 - Favourite app on your phone?
🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?
WKM: The Egos Book 1 part 1 teaser
The interesting part of my death came many years after the fact.
People came and went from the mansion, but none stayed long. My prison was moved to the attic and hidden away. I guess they could sort of see me in that cracked mirror, and God knows I could see them. I pleaded for help for years, unable to hear my own voice or the pounding of my fists against the glass, and no one else seemed to ever hear me either. Some looked around at times, like looking for a sound just at the edge of their hearing, but no one ever seemed to notice me. I felt a pang of remorse every time someone tried to see me or hear me, a wish to be alive again and a regret that they had to deal with me. But my life was done, and for years I was just another scary part of a scary house that people hated staying in.
One fateful night, though, an earthquake shook the house and my mirror fell from its perch atop a large flat-topped wardrobe. I’d long since given up caring by that point, so neither the shaking nor the fall fazed me, but being broken is quite the wake up call. The frame of my mirror remained decently intact, since it was a very sturdy ornate wooden piece, but the already-cracked glass holding my soul shattered noisily upon collision.
