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Echo Cian
@echocian.bsky.social
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Disabled artist, writer, and shitposter. Liker of science, metal, and assorted cool shit. She/her. I block follow farms and AI.

Writing Twinsoul

#art | #pixelart | #writing | #photography | #ffxiv

Portfolio and contact: https://echocian.carrd.co/
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in case you, too, go to wplace and find your art being defaced with hate symbols. recommended to add a guitar, pen, or machine of your choice. #pixelart #antifa

unsquished files: imgur.com/a/aAJ3reE

might also try to make Woodie Guthrie's version but it looks a lot harder to recreate.
The famous quote on Woodie Guthrie's guitar reading "This Machine Kills Fascists" (although this variant is from a Gibson sticker)
October 27, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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do you have something to fucking say to me, amazon
A screenshot of search results for "sleep token" that includes a couple shirts, a branded air freshener, and an unrelated sticker of a possum with the text "Rizz 'Em With The Tism," which definitely seems to be suggesting something about the people they think would be shopping for sleep token merch (the shirt in the bottom right is cut off but is one of about five billion "I like Sleep Token and smut" results because the romance girlies are all over this band)
October 14, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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I didn't intend to perfectly match the dance floor but sure I'll take it #InfinityNikki

I guess I should horizontally trim these. It's possible to take vertical shots, but then you have to manually turn them and I don't know how many people in the game bother vs just moving on.
A screenshot standing in front of the giant glass wings that play the opening trailer on repeat. The outfit is a two-piece top and skirt in neon pink and dark purple to give a sunset impression. The same place, but angled down at the floor, which has the exact same shades of hot pink, blue and purple. Nikki is holding a star in her hands. A very frilly white ball gown with an iridescent aurora sheen and sparkling stars. The inside of the skirt has a glowing white galaxy. It's set against dark blue mountains and the night sky as she reaches for a star. The same dress, but a different dark mood, as she holds up a star in defense against a stormy sky and giant waterspouts in the distance.
October 13, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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uke at your own risk
The California cancer warning on a box. The apparently cancerous tenor ukulele and accessories that were in the box.
October 3, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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This is the true cost of censorship

(Found on the exact same shelf a few months apart)
A package of chocolate-filled waffle cone snacks called "JUST THE TIP! (the best bite)" The exact same product, but now called "Just the fun part," I can only assume because the brand got complaints
October 3, 2025 at 1:16 PM
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say what you like about shorts but where else is this going to happen
Thumbnails of two youtube shorts coincidentally lined up so they show Brandon Sanderson and Vessel from Sleep Token standing in similar poses with their arms raised, facing each other.
September 26, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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Final form achieved, with a bookmark and sticker for my theoretical car

Part of me wants to try to line them up better but y'know I can just hold up the Alkaline sticker and say it's an artistic choice.

#SleepToken
A set of stickers. New additions from alt text in quoted image: Four Sleep Token stickers surrounding the central moon moth: The band logo with pink roses; a sword with the logo on it and rose vines twining around it (Aqua Regia); an outstretched hand dangling strings with a crescent moon and stars, reading This Night Belongs to You; and a casette tape framed in blue flowers labeled Discordant Days (Damocles). The bookmark is acrylic, depicting a sword on a pink floral background, kind of an art nouveau vibe. The car decal reads Perfectly Misaligned in a calligraphic font, with Misaligned upside-down (Alkaline). The Queer Agenda has been moved to the inside where it covers all the parts logo stickers.
September 2, 2025 at 4:48 PM
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this is the only mod you need anyway

(also these scales. give us cooler scales already. give us a scale color picker with highlights like for hair. do it.)
A comparison screenshot of the Summer...something bottoms on a female au'ra. The left is a plain black bikini where the character looks disappointed, the right is the modded version that shows the male model's white swim shorts with a cool black and blue diamonds-and-flames design, while the character gives a thumbs up. This is the same item, but the appearance changes by gender for some reason and I hate it. The scale mod turns them to a kind of iridescent aurora color scheme ranging from bright blue to purple, it is my single favorite mod.
August 28, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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depression shopping for sleep token stickers because I finally realized I can just put things on my laptop, nobody will stop me

this will fix everything
A photo of the stickers already on my laptop: A Miniminuteman Googledebunker sticker of a googly-eyed eagle holding a magnifying glass in one claw and a UFO in the other, holding a banner reading E PLURIBUS GOOGUM. At the top is a small image of his cat, Shminky. A rainbow notepad page labeled "The Queer Agenda" (it was in a bad spot, I moved it later) A typewriter with the text "This machine kills fascists" A rainbow pen with the text "Resistance begins with words" A pretty moth with moon phases FCK GPT (The resistance ones are from the Ellipsus merch store. Moth was in a sticker pack from Michaels.)
August 20, 2025 at 3:17 AM
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morphball attained #cats
My cat grabbing my hand with his paws by reaching around his back feet which are stretched out past his head.
August 4, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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#QueerPrompts I'm Echo, and my main project is Twinsoul (working title), a pan/ace fantasy romance in a modern setting. It has themes of neurodivergence, belonging, and defiance.
A series of images. The left side represents Cassidy and features pink, purple, and light in gentle images of nature: flowers, a sunset with the moon and a flock of birds, a dancer in a purple floral dress, and a girl holding a bunch of lights that reflect on her face. The right side represents Arien, with an orange color scheme and mechanical elements: a bird of prey with its wings raised as it comes in to land on a branch, a bullet engulfed in fire, mechanical gears, an industrial factory, and a prosthetic leg. The center strip is more about the story, and has an image of an old gnarled forest in fog, a destroyed city, and a sunset in orange, pink and purple to bring the two together for the Twinsoul title card. The blurb is over a faint pink cityscape. "From outside time, she has watched the world's destruction, over and over again. Soon, there will be no recovery. One hope remains: Her kind, innocent past self must save the man whose deaths match her failures, whose brilliant soul has been damaged almost beyond repair. She whispers to the past, and the cycle begins anew... Fresh out of fashion college, Cassidy is deciding what's next when she receives a codex that drags her into the middle of an ancient doomsday cult’s conspiracy: She is the Bearer, whose power is a key to their god's revival. The book in her hands heralds the end of the world. Seeking safety and answers among an organization specializing in occult investigation, she meets Arien, a troubled inventor and musician with a fractured past. He's rude and withdrawn, but his actions show the kindness hidden behind his mask. As their bond grows, so does the looming threat. They discover that, together, they have a chance to break an unending cycle that has already doomed the world to a thousand deaths in war and fire - if they can finally defy the fate that has consumed them both, over and over again... In the bottom corners are an image of a fire in a ruined city, and a street at sunset with lights strung over it. They use a similar color scheme of blue, black and orange, but one shows destruction while the other looks inviting and festive.
August 3, 2025 at 6:53 AM
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Finally found my Kindle. Exactly where I thought it should be, I just didn't feel like digging for ten seconds to get to it. Hope it charges better than my Fire tablet.

Bonus: My first(?) machine sewing project, which was a cover for it.
My Kindle next to the padded case I made for it out of a pale blue/gray floral sublimated fabric with silver ribbon trim at the top and bottom and a silver flower button with gold accents at the top center.
June 20, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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time to eat Soup with the provided Utensil
A bowl of instant pho noodles that provided me with a foldable fork for some reason.
June 1, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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dork

#cats #photography
Three images of the same cat, gray with a white nose and paws, in the process of slowly rolling over on my chair while staring at me. In the first one, he's on his back squinting at me. In the second, his head is upside-down as he stretches bis front paws off the chair. In the third, he has partly rolled over so his white belly is partially visible and his back feet are sticking up in the air.
June 1, 2025 at 12:42 AM
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Helping a friend with an inherited restoration project. #WritingPrompt
He worked in silence; she chattered about their discoveries so far. The giant rhododendron bush in the back that Silas was trying to cultivate himself. The mosaic that had been so overgrown nobody knew it was there until Stephanie tried to start digging a vegetable garden. The huge fallen nest they were pretty sure had belonged to an eagle, hidden by thick overgrowth; Silas wanted to prop it back up higher and see if any birds noticed it. She talked less as she ran out of breath from dropping pavers in the wheelbarrow. Eventually she heard a grunt of pain and turned, half expected to see Arien fleeing from a swarm of angry bees. Instead he was leaning in to examine something. "Roses," he said. "Really?" She gladly put down the shovel and joined him. Sure enough, there were small buds buried under the tangle. The petal edges peeking out were a soft pink. "They're being choked out. I'll keep as many as I can, but some of it looks dead." He rustled another branch that had turned brown and dry.
May 11, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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Also romantic fantasy as a genre uses a more classical definition of "romance" and is more about the characters fostering relationships vs grand adventure in epic fantasy, having an actual romance is optional.

But nobody seems to use this definition anymore so maybe I'm the outdated one.
Game historian Stu Horvath noted, "the heroes and heroines of romantic fantasy seek social connection and emotional wealth. Instead of carrying on by themselves, they find belonging in a community and a purpose larger than themselves. Magic and psychic abilities are often in-born talents; intelligent animals speak; and societies are egalitarian."
May 7, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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#QueerPrompts #writing

Birds are important to the characters because they share a birdwatching hobby. Arien likes to build mechanical ones to understand their wings, and uses feathers in his designs.

He also wrote a song where a wounded winged figure is saved by a man, and he can describe it:
Except for one question. "Well, I really love that song, it's one of my favorites. So… Is it about a bird or an angel?" "A bird," Arien said with a heavy sigh that sounded very strange through the modulator. "She's just a bird." She slapped her hands on the table - too hard; he flinched. "Sorry. But I was right! It doesn't make any sense if she's an angel." "It doesn't." He sounded surprised, and…maybe pleased? It was hard to tell. "Anyone would help an angel, out of morals or greed. Only someone who cared would help a bird. That was the entire point." His hand made a sharp, irritated gesture, like smacking away an annoying fly, before returning to its normal crossed position. "Even the band didn't get it. I stopped writing for anyone else."
April 16, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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#WIPSnips #writing

local man thinks himself to death
He licked his lips. They were rough. At the very least he needed chapstick. Should it be flavored? He didn’t like flavors. The last time someone kissed him it had been cherry and menthol that couldn’t overpower the cigarette stench. Revolting. Cassie wouldn’t taste like that. Would she taste like anything? He had no idea if she used lip balm. Maybe it would just be…skin. He felt like he should practice, but how the fuck would he do that? He had no idea what he was doing. He’d be disappointing. She’d had partners before, maybe she was used to bad kissers. Maybe she was good enough to make it work anyway. What even was a good kiss? He slumped onto the counter with an exasperated groan. He was definitely overthinking this.
April 13, 2025 at 5:18 AM
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You might not like it but this is what peak performance looks like
A pair of gold satin slipper shoes with pointed toes that curl up and backward.
April 8, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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Twinsoul
Shining Nikki x Dirt Poor Robins x Celldweller x Crescent City x idk some Greek mythology book?

A pan dork and an autistic ace nerd bond over their hobbies and really wish the evil Rapture would leave them the fuck alone. It aggressively does not.

#ChaosPit #writing
A series of images. The left side represents Cassidy and features pink, purple, and light in gentle images of nature: flowers, a sunset with the moon and a flock of birds, a dancer in a purple floral dress, and a girl holding a bunch of lights that reflect on her face. The right side represents Arien, with an orange color scheme and mechanical elements: a bird of prey with its wings raised as it comes in to land on a branch, a bullet engulfed in fire, mechanical gears, an industrial factory, and a prosthetic leg. The center strip is more about the story, and has an image of an old gnarled forest in fog, a destroyed city, and a sunset in orange, pink and purple to bring the two together for the Twinsoul title card. A page from the short comic Ariel Needs Legs by Neil Cicierega. Panel 1 Prince Eric, looking at Ariel: Wow you're pretty Eric: Cool dress Panel 2 They're walking along the beach. Eric: I'm a prince You sound like 2 horses I like talking to you Panel 3 They're sitting on the beach at sunset. Eric: however Flareon is the only fully evolved Fire-type Pokemon that cannot learn SolarBeam Panel 4 Eric holds up a flute. The light glints off it brilliantly. Eric: Yeah I'm working on a medley of all 17 Pokemon themesongs Panel 5 Eric plays the flute directly in Ariel's face with the sound effect FEEEEEEEEEEE Ariel, thinking: Ohhh I can't not fuck him
April 1, 2025 at 11:57 PM
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#WIPSnips #writing

After Cassie wakes Arien from a spell-induced nightmare representing his guilt and self loathing. It wasn't a great time.
Cassie started to step away too, to give him space, but he seized her wrist. His grip was iron, almost painful, for only a second before he consciously softened his hold. His hand trembled. A faint noise in his throat didn't quite become words. Only when the door shut and silence fell did he hesitantly pull her hand against his head. Where she’d been stroking his hair at the end of the nightmare. She leaned against the cot and began smoothing back his hair again. With her other hand, she took his and held it where it fell on the bed. The tremor eased. He closed his eyes and released a sigh that seemed to exhale years, maybe decades, maybe a lifetime, of exhaustion. She felt like she was holding a frightened bird and the slightest movement would destroy whatever fragile trust kept him from flying away. “I don't want to be like this anymore," he whispered.
March 29, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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#WIPSnips #writing

when the nerd is hot

and gets the right antidepressants
Cassie had viewed him as a friend. Someone who was honest, whose opinions she could count on, who was kind and brave, boldly creative, fun to bounce ideas off of. But in the moment he launched himself up a waterfall and turned to her to revel in his own power, when his shy smile turned fierce for the first time since she’d known him, when that light of excitement blazed in his eyes and he finally, truly looked alive… In that glorious burst of freedom, she knew she was in love with him. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, and wondered if he felt the same way. If it was a good idea. If it could work. She still felt him holding her with the wind, cradled in his power. His magic hadn't been glowing: It was him, his soul, his spirit, a light burning from within. It might have been the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, to watch his fears melt and be replaced by pure, unbridled joy.
March 24, 2025 at 6:44 AM
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everything sucks have a hawk who does not have to give a shit about any of this any more than it gave a shit about the car

I wish I had a real bird photography setup instead of this binocular phone mount, but it does its job well enough

#photography #birds
A view of a hawk on the side of the road, eating a kill that's out of sight from the angle. It's zoomed out and framed by the binoculars. The hawk looking down at its food. It's brown with white speckling on its wings and a streak behind its eye. I haven't identified it yet. The hawk with its head raised, seen in profile. There's a white stripe around its neck that wasn't visible previously.
March 21, 2025 at 7:13 AM
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without downloading new pictures, explain yourself
A set of doodles in Webfishing featuring Shadow the Hedgehog with a gun.
March 17, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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#WIPSnips #writing

Haven't had any good matches in a bit, but back to the flashback for this
Time sped forward again. Past Arien didn't take the blood thinners. Instead, he used his existing research to model a new partial heart variant. This was based on a part of the heart he had already built, so it was much simpler than the process of invention. Designing the surgeries for both the heart and leg at the same time was much harder. He had to take incredibly precise measurements to automate as much of the process as possible, and ensure Chrysalis had a thorough set of checks and routines to go through to manage the parts where Arien had to be sedated and wouldn't be able to correct malfunctions. He continued pulling all-nighters. He had another heart attack. They told him he had to slow down or he wouldn't last the year. He couldn't slow down. He doubted the Institute would keep him after he graduated; surely they didn't want him. The possibility of surviving a couple more years for an uncertain future where he might no longer have access to the resources he needed was not a gamble he could afford to take. Better to die trying than die helpless.
March 15, 2025 at 3:07 AM