Echelon Stories

Lyrical Musick is dragged to a Thirty Seconds to Mars concert by her friend, Lauren, who is an Echelon. What happens when their plan to sneak back stage backfires?

"What did I tell you about other men?" "I don't know Jared... this is serious." I mutter looking at his chest, lying through my teeth. Growling again he forces my chin up to look at him. "Say it again." He dares. "It's serious." I mutter looking him in the eyes, trying to keep my lip twitching under control so he won't know I'm lying. His hand connects with the wall beside my head, a growl emanating from his lips, I look up at him lustfully. "You can't change my mind." "The hell I can't." He snarls grabbing my arm, yanking me toward his desk.

On festival night the harbor lights blink out, a clamp screams, and someone goes under. Seventeen-year-old Alessia Monroe moves before the town can gasp-no cape, no magic spectacle, just fast hands, a steel ladder, and a family that treats competence like a language. When the lights come back, a stranger is replaying the moment frame by frame, and polite people with silver-crest cards (teeth? crown? gear?) start using words like discretion and community safety. Echelon is what happens when power dresses like philanthropy and asks the gifted to be quiet. The Monroes don't chase glory; they keep receipts-literally, in a matte tin hidden behind a baseboard-names and favors the harbor would rather forget. Invitations become interviews; a cliff-house "briefing" feels like a velvet threat; a fundraiser rewrites history in white walls and champagne. Threading between it all are texts from someone called V: useful, unnerving, never free. As pressure builds, Alessia leans on the oldest coastal law-water tells the truth first. Expect urban-fantasy grit with political-thriller bones: protective mom energy, found family, slow-burn secrets, and a heroine who refuses to be anybody's evidence. The question isn't what she can do; it's who gets to decide what she's allowed to be.

W naturze ludzkiej zakodowane jest to, że nieważne jak pewne wydarzenia są ekscytujące, zabawne czy bolesne, zacierają się po pewnym czasie do tego stopnia, że nic co wcześniej przypominało nam o tych chwilach nie obudzi ich ponownie. Jest to tylko kwestia czasu, kiedy wyprzemy cudowne wspomnienia. Poniekąd staje się to samoistnie. Będąc małym dzieckiem wystarczył mi zaledwie zapach by zapamiętać coś na lata. Przykładowo, zapach kremu, który dostałam w podstawówce od przyjaciółki na gwiazdkę, przez długi czas przypominał mi o zbliżających się Świętach, ilekroć natrafiłam na niego w drogerii czy w swojej szafce. To pozostało mi do teraz. Tylko to.... Byłam mistrzem w tej dziedzinie, w dziedzinie zapominania. Im więcej starań wkładałam w to by pamiętać o czymkolwiek, tym szybciej zapominałam, płacząc w poduszkę z tego powodu. Winiłam za to rodziców, winiłam za to swoje roztrzepanie. Najwidoczniej działo się w moim życiu za dużo a ja na to wszystko nie zasłużyłam.

Samira denkt sich nicht viel dabei, als sie ihrer besten Freundin VIP-Tickets für ihre Lieblingsband 30 Seconds to Mars schenkt. Doch was eine einzige Begegnung auslösen und verändern kann, ist ihr zu diesem Zeitpunkt noch nicht bewusst. (Unnützes Wissen: Die Geschichte spielt 2010, als ich die FF das erste Mal begonnen habe.)

Jared x Reader. It all started when you sent in that video. The video that changed your whole life.

He's not her type and she's certainly not his, but a chance meeting between a cultured interior designer and the drummer for an up and coming rock band results in an unexpected chemistry. Sparks fly and when two worlds collide will things blaze bright and quickly die or will it build to a lasting flame?

I dont speak for my self alone , Lord help me to speak for my self .

What if a broken genius built the future's greatest weapon - not for war, but for justice? In the neon-glow of a crumbling city, 17-year-old Techno is done waiting for heroes. Armed with nothing but scrap tech, a hacked AI core, and a grudge against corruption, he forges the impossible: the Ironbat suit - part mech, part mind, all vengeance. But justice has a cost. As AI wars brew in the shadows and enemies tighten their grip, Techno must decide: will he remain just a kid in a suit... or become the symbol this city needs?

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Jared and Shannon Leto Quotes

*Requested by - ClaireEchelonPearse* After a few months of being together, Jared decides to take you to the place he feels most at home: Los Angeles.. *So this is the first imagine I have decided to go in parts.. Let's see how it goes! I hope you guys enjoy it, I will try and update as much as I can! As always, all requests will be written, just leave a comment!:D*

EDITING MY TEXTS ATM Collection of poems , reflections on life, my dark side, my silent hopes. Inspired by my darkness, revealed by my Echelon life. A tribute to all the changes.

Jared Leto X Reader imagines ! Some may contain smut, fluff etc. Most imagines will be of Jared but you might see a few appearance from the Joker. Enjoy! I'll try to stay active and please, no disrespectful comments or hate. Hate= BLOCKED! (I do not own any characters of DC comics or Jared Leto 😛) FEEL FREE TO COMMENT!