#echo primadonna

[obsessedwithecho]

ECHO got a plushie!!

OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am actually fucking shaking with excitement.

[octahedral-chaos]

Okay so this has been bothering me for a while so have a poll

[octahedral-chaos]

@obsessedwithecho

The Adventures of Primadonna

There’s an amazing Primadonna sim up for download! I decided to download it and recreate the events of ECHO.

It all started with the Create A Sim process. It didn’t take long.

We then do mundane chores around the house as I wait for the family whose house this originally was to die of starvation- I mean uh… go away forever eternally. Yeah!

WHEN I’M UP AGAINST…THE ECHO IN THE MIRROR

————-

Ok! Family’s dead! Time to start a fire!

Finally after 10 million years, one starts! But then…

THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO PRIMADONNA

I’M GONNA RUN AWAY NOW AND NEVER LOOK BACK

Now that I’ve got the picture I wanted, we can call the insurance company.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 21 (Tentacles)

Kink: Tentacle Sex

Pairing: Tentacle Monster x Male!Reader

Other Kinks: Roleplay

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1103 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Oh my,” You gasp “-look at all this treasure! I guess I chose the right cave to explore. Just me, an adventurer all by myself.”

You cringe at your voice, hearing yourself repeated in the echoes across the cave walls. You were never the best actor, delivery a little too stiff and predictable. It doesn’t help that your improv is schlock, reciting the cheesiest lines from dirty books you’ve read in the past.

But the churring sounds around the corner suggest your lines, corny as they may be, are effective.

“I sure hope there's no big, strong monster protecting this treasure.” You call out, eyeing the nearby hiding hole. “It’d be such a shame, considering I’m all by myself,” You languidly bend over, pretending to look at the “treasure chest” in front of you, “-so defenseless.” Wiggling your hips, you turn toward the ‘chest’, popping open the top and pretending to coo at the fake bounty inside.

A satisfied smirk curls the sides of your lips when a familiar tentacle wraps around your ankle. Still playing as the oblivious adventurer, you ignore the creeping sensation that crawls up your pant leg, massaging your calf. You just wiggle your hips some more, pride and something else stirring in your gut when your partner churrs.

“Hmm, what's this?” You whine as another tentacle wraps around the opposite ankle, both quickly pushing up the bottom of your pants. “Oh no! A monster!” Your gasp is breathy and dramatic, paired with you throwing your hand to your forehead in woe. A thicker tentacle wraps around your waist, thoroughly ‘trapping’ you. “Let me go, foul beast!”

You fake slap the tentacle now pulling you towards your partner. Their chuckle reverberates against your skin.

Soon you're pulled into a rolling mass of tentacles, who don’t hesitate to fondle your body. Several crawl up your shirt, petting the skin and even flicking your nipples. Others easily undo the buttons of your trousers, quickly sneaking under the hem once your fly is down. You let out another breathy gasp, half real and half dramatic.

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing?” With all the indignation of a primadonna, you wiggle and thrash in your partner's hold. In reality the act only stimulates you more, lets the tentacles wrap around your limbs and hold them in place. You lick your lips, watching several tentacles pull down your pants and underwear, releasing your cock.

“I’m gonna have fun with you, traveler.”

A shiver rolls down your spine, the normally stuttered and shy voice of your partner especially deep and lusty.

Damn, they are a good actor.

“Ah!” You gasp, really gasp, as a tentacle wraps around your shaft. It squeezes tight as it slowly moves up the head, the tip playing with your slit. Already hard in their grasp, your head begins weeping precum, which the tentacle gleefully smears all over it.

You almost break character when the tentacle slithers off your cock, a whiny “Why?” on your lips. But then the tentacle slides up to your partner's mouth. They lean their faux, shining purple face down and suck on their own appendage, eyes rolling back. After letting go with a ‘pop’, they lean down next to your ear.

“Delicious.” They purr, their entire form rumbling against you.

It takes all you can not to melt in their tentacles right then and there, still trying to put up a ‘fight’.

But your partner doesn’t give you the chance to break, a quick tentacle wrapping around your cock once more as another begins circling your hole. You gasp again, this time quickly silenced by another wayward tentacle, shoved down your throat.

“Your noises are so pretty.” Your partner chuffs. “But I want to explore all of these holes.”

Tears bubble at the corner of your eyes, feeling your throat gag from the new intrusion. But you tap three times on the tentacle, the signal you are good to go forward. It may have been sudden, but the penetration is far from unwelcome.

You can see your partner smirk from the corner of your eye. The tip circling your asshole oozes lube, leaving faintly buzzing trails in its wake. The tentacle around your cock begins oozing as well, some dripping down to your balls as it jerks at a steady pace. That familiar grape flavor touches your tongue, helping suppress the gag reflex and ease your mind a bit.

Your hole stretches slowly open, the lubed tentacle so gentle despite your partner’s dirty talk.

“I can’t wait to see you, all fucked open on me. Dripping with me.” A tentacle lovingly strokes your cheek. “Wait a treat you’ve given me, adventurer.” The easing tentacle hits your prostate, your lower half overwhelmed with sensations from both sides. “A brand new toy to play with.”

Your cock twitches in their grip as they begin to jerk you off faster, another tentacle from underneath coming to fondle your balls. You’re slowly emptied out as they withdraw the tentacle in your ass, before shoving it inside with an emphasized “Hmmp!” Your moans are muffled, stuffed from the appendage still in your mouth, which stays still. Something you’re thankful for, as you’re not sure you have the brain power to fellate them properly.

Your legs spasm and shake, held up in mid air by two tentacles. You can see your toes curling, feel the electric shocks as they fuck you open. The tentacle stroking you keeps you on edge, going fast for some seconds and lingering on your head for others, playing with your sensitive spot underneath. Your balls tighten in their grasp, eyes rolling back into your head as your orgasm begins to creep up on you.

“Are you gonna cum?” Your partner pants, that more familiar desperation coming back to their voice. “Cum from my tentacles? All strung up, like a proper cum-slut?” They lick theit faux-tongue up the side of your face, tasting salty tears. “You came here for treasure, yet here you are— Some monster’s bitch.”

The snarl in their voice is enough to send you over the edge. Nearly numb from overstimulation, your cock jerks and semen shoots into ready tentacles. They lap at it like thirsty tongues, letting the cum drizzle over several as they fondle your cock.

The cavern floor is cool on your face, slowly lowering onto your stomach as tentacles leave your more sensitive parts. The ooze on your skin sinks in like a relaxant, your partner making sure to keep you comfortable.

“D-did you like that?” They pant in your ear.

You give them a lazy thumbs up.

“We’re definitely doing that again.”

[choslut]

PRIMADONNA GIRL ft. yuuji itadori

synopsis : after having everything basically handed to you on a silver platter for the majority of your life, it’s a great shock when something doesn’t go your way. instead of handling your problems like a mature young woman, you decide to do the complete opposite — you take the rebound.

content warnings : nsfw, angst, sub!itadori, mentions of cheating, blowjobs, swearing, slight dubcon, sexting, manipulation, semi-gaslighting, making out, lingerie

a/n : this is for @510hz’s how to be a heartbreaker collab !! i personally absolutely adore marina and i love the electra heart album even more, so i’m really grateful that i had the chance to participate :) also ty @haithamuse for helping me out on my “to continue or not to continue” dilemma </3 minors, please do not interact.

“i just don’t love you anymore. you’re too much to handle.”

you sit on the couch in silence as your boyfriend — now, ex — shouts at you whilst packing clothes messily into a suitcase. “i didn’t do anything wrong.”

his poisonous laugh pierces your heart. “no, because you never do! this is why i’m leaving you, because it’s always someone else’s fault but yours.” hot red waves of anger pulsate from him, and you can only watch as he struggles to shut his case. “i’m leaving. take your drama someplace else.”

you don’t even blink when he slams the door harshly, the brash sound echoing throughout the apartment. a single tear rolls down your cheek, and you struggle to convince yourself that it was his fault and that he was being difficult, not you. you didn’t do anything to hurt him, he’s just too soft and can’t understand anything. yes, that’s it. it’s all him.

except, in reality, it isn’t.

you know full well why he left you; you see everything through rose coloured glasses. you think the world revolves around you, and anything that goes wrong is a way of the universe telling you that you need to cut people off. in your eyes, everyone wants to be your friend, everyone wants to be invited to your parties and any boy would kill to call himself your boyfriend.

that’s why this is such a shock to you. nobody drops you. nobody.

so why do you feel so alone?

the truth is, you’re self destructive. you don’t realise it, but everything you do slowly chips away at people’s perceptions of you, carefully building a glass wall between yourself and everyone else. you hold yourself above everyone else and deem yourself just too good, consequences be damned.

well, not really. now you’re sitting alone in your dark student apartment, with no boyfriend, and no friends to turn to. so, you make a dumb decision.

itadori stares at his phone incredulously. are you seriously still talking to him after your absolute shit show of a relationship? he really shouldn’t pay attention to your message at all, but if you’re sending him a photo, something has to be wrong, right?

so, out of pure concern for your wellbeing, itadori opens the photo. and really, he doesn’t expect anything less from a person like you.

it’s a mirror selfie, but different. your back is to the mirror and he sees that you’re wearing a skimpy red thong beneath your hoodie, which is pulled up just past your chests to give him a sneak peek of your lower cleavage. your phone is cast over your shoulder and he can’t see your face, but he can almost tell you’re making some kind of lewd face behind the lens.

when you were dating, itadori was very used to receiving pictures like this, accompanied with a caption of a similar nature. he has two choices: give in to your seduction and go over to your apartment to see what you want from him, or completely ignore you and go on with his evening.

he seriously wants to take the latter option, but the tent in between his legs says otherwise. “fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his already messy hair. this is going to be one hell of an evening.

you stare at your phone. it says itadori read the message 20 minutes ago, but he still hasn’t replied yet. you roll onto your stomach on your bed and bury your head into the pillow, withdrawing when you’re met with the familiar scent of your ex. “i need to wash these sheets,” you grumble, picking up the pillow and throwing it across the room where it hits a picture of you and him in front of a nightclub. just as the frame clatters to the floor, the bell rings.

“coming!” on your way to the door, you silently pray that it’s itadori. the lord must’ve heard you because there he is, one hand in his pocket and another in his hair.

“don’t get me twisted, okay? you haven’t talked to me in months and i’m just here to-” itadori is cut off by you pulling him into an impromptu kiss. “what the fuck?”

your smile is saccharine sweet. “i’m single again, which means we can get back together.”

itadori frowns. “what makes you think i want to date you again?” he lets you pull him inside, closing the door behind him.

“because you loved me.” the way you say it is so confident, it sways him. he did love you, but you cheated and tried to tell him that he wasn’t ‘giving you what you need’ and that you had no choice but to ‘expand your horizons’. all of his morals seem to disappear when you pull him down onto the couch and sit right on his crotch.

“and you still want me, yuuji, so don’t try to hide it.” the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees. itadori has always known that you’ll be his undoing, but he didn’t expect it to happen like this. you’re obviously acting impulsively, and getting back with an ex is not the way to solve your problems.

“we can’t do this,” he whispers, but his body disagrees, his hands sliding under your thighs subconsciously. “you need time to relieve your pent up emotions.”

“i am relieving my pent up emotions,” you protest, placing your hands on his chest and seating yourself directly above his growing erection. “see?”

you’re irresistible and you know it, and itadori is falling for your seduction. hard. keeping eye contact with him, you dip your head into the crook of his neck and drag your lips along the skin. he groans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening and pulling you back and forth on his crotch.

“you’re so pretty, yuuji,” you say into his neck before sinking your teeth into the flesh. “i know you missed me, baby. let it all out just for me, okay?” itadori nods as if in a daze; that’s just the effect you have on him.

when your lips reach the neck of his shirt, he slides it off, allowing you full access to his uncovered chest. you remove your hoodie in turn, happily displaying to him the lace bra clasped around your chest. despite seeing you naked multiple times, he can never quite believe how beautiful you are; it’s almost like you were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

itadori notices he’s staring when he hears you laugh breathily. “you remember this set, don’t you?” you leisurely trace the patterns splayed across your chest. “you bought it for me on valentines day.”

itadori does remember. he remembers how happy he was when he saw the delight on your face as you lifted the lid of the box, your grin stretching from ear to ear. he remembers the way you wasted no time in undressing right in front of him to try it on, the lacy red material a strong contrast against your flawless skin. he remembers the night that followed, whispered threads of ‘i love you’ weaved in between the sounds of passionate love-making.

he can remember it all, but he can also remember the accompanying bitterness. all of that seems to wash away when you slide off of his lap and sink to your knees in front of him and slide your hands up his thighs. itadori lets you pull his zipper down, and then his boxers, and it’s almost like it was back when you first met: a pretty but stupid student sucking off her classmate in return for him doing her homework.

he’s pulled out of his thoughts by your honeyed voice and your warm hand slowly stroking the base of his cock. “are you ready?”

itadori nods. it’s been so long since the two of you had been intimate like this and, if anything, he was more than eager for you to start. you smile up at him before gliding your tongue along his slit, collecting the slither of precum before taking his tip into your mouth.

once he slips under that thin veil of pleasure, he knows there’s no going back. you have itadori memorised to a t, so you know exactly what makes him shudder. you drag the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and take his silky balls into your palm, massaging them just enough to make him sigh contentedly.

“d-do that again.” you do, this time circling your thumb slowly along his smooth skin. he makes a noise akin to a whine and you smile around his length, snaking your other hand along the fat of his thigh before squeezing hard.

he tries his hardest to hold out but the pleasure pumping through his veins says otherwise, and itadori spills into your mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red. you, on the other hand, swallow faithfully, looking right up at him as you lick any residue off of his swollen cock.

just as itadori opens his mouth to apologise, you press a finger to your lips and shake your head. “don’t say sorry,” you muse, rising to your feet and pulling down your shorts. “you liked it, didn’t you? don’t apologise for that.”

he’s speechless; partly because you’re suddenly being so sweet to him, and partly because you’re now standing in front of him, the full set of lingerie complete with the tiny red lace thong concealing your cunt. there’s a tiny wet patch on the seat of the underwear, and he realises that you enjoyed seeing him crumble just as much as he did.

and when you smile cunningly at his reaction, itadori also realises that underneath that sweet, good girl persona, you’re still the self proclaimed primadonna you’ve always been.

© hiraizens 2023 — all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[angelsandemons]

Songs to Write My Muse. Whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick ten songs that give you the urge, the drive or the creativity to write for your muse!

Am I Wrong — Nico & Vinz. || Am I wrong for thinkin' out the box from where I stay? // Am I wrong for sayin' that I choose another way? // I ain't tryin' to do what everybody else doin' // Just cause everbody doin' what they all do.

ECHO — Gumi. || Why can't I see all the colors that you see? // Please can I be colorful and free? // I'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black // I'm gonna run away now and never look back.

Raise Your Glass — P!nk. || So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways // All my underdogs, we will never be anything but loud and nitty gritty // Dirty little freaks // Slam slam oh hot damn // What part of party don't you understand?

Die Young — Kesha. || Young hearts, out our minds // Runnin' till we outta time // Wild childs, lookin' good // Livin' hard just like we should // Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up, you know // That magic that we got nobody can touch, for sure // Looking for some trouble tonight, yeah // Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side // Like it's the last night of our lives, uh-huh // We'll keep dancing till we die.

Primadonna Girl — Marina. || All I ever wanted was the world // I can't help that I need it all // The primadonna life, the rise and fall // You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault // Got you wrapped around my finger, babe //You can count on me to misbehave. // Would you do anything for me? // Would you get down on your knees for me? // I know I've got a big ego // I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though.

Dark Horse — Katy Perry ft. Juicy J. || I knew you were, you were gonna come to me // And here you are, but you better choose carefully // 'Cause I, I'm capable of anything, of anything and everything // Make me your Aphrodite // Make me your one and only // But don't make me your enemy, your enemy. // So you wanna play with magic? // Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for. // Baby, do you dare to do this? // 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse // Are you ready for a perfect storm? // 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine, there's no going back.

Bad Blood — Taylor Swift. || Did you have to do this? // I was thinking that you could be trusted // Did you have to ruin what was shining? // Now it's all rusted // Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I // 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood, you know it used to be mad love // So take a look what you've done // 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood // Now we got problems, and I don't think we can solve 'em // You made a really deep cut, and baby now we got bad blood.

Control — Halsey. || I'm bigger than my body // I'm colder than this home // I'm meaner than my demons // I'm bigger than these bones // And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" // I can't help this awful energy // Goddamn right, you should be scared of me // Who is in control?

Look What You Made Me Do — Taylor Swift || Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time // I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined // I check it once, then I check it twice, oh! // I don't like your kingdom keys // They once belonged to me // Ooh, look what you made me do. // You asked me for a place to sleep // Locked me out and threw a feast (what?) // The world moves on, another day another drama, drama // But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma // And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure // Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours.

We'll Meet Again — Vera Lynn. || Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear // Just for a while dear, we must part // Don't let this parting upset you // I'll not forget you, sweetheart // We'll meet again // Don't know where, don't know when // But I know we'll meet again some sunny day // Keep smiling through, just like you always do // 'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away.

Also two bonus ones that I wasn't sure were appropriate for this since they are so intrinsically tied to Bill, but felt wrong not to include all the same:

Primadonna Bill because I'm not remotely the first one to see how well "Primadonna Girl" fit Bill, and Knitting Giant Beanies did a full parody song for it. Sadly the original does not seem to be around anymore, so this AMV is the best I can provide.

It's Gonna Get Weird because this is literally his unreleased Disney villain song we were robbed of in the actual series.

I also realize "We'll Meet Again" is literally a song Bill sang on the show, but it predates Gravity Falls so I still think it gets to be in the main list.

tagged by: @firstwcman

tagging: @cast-you-dxwn, @widdlestwucifer, @themosthatedbeingg, @a-hell-of-a-time, @blitzbuckz, @stolsas, @hells-greatestdad, @keeperofquestions, @crimsonsharked, and literally anyone who wants to, consider yourself formally tagged by me because I'm dying to see it if you want to do it.

[danderling]

Echo Cuoid…. Primadonna Cupid… yeah guys go read thinking skills

[tirsu]

Clara(’s echo) and the 14th Doctor - "Calm down, Doctor; they weren't talking about that they hate Donna, they're talking about that they hate their sister's cat, named Primadonna."

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII,

VIII, War, IX, X, XI, XII,

XIII, XIV, XV

[miyakana]

[A Heart Full Of Love] Raoul De Chagny x reader.

chapter summary; True to her word, [Name] made an effort to see Christine Daae whenever she had time, well- whenever Erik would order her to do so. But the difference was that [Name] was no longer a spectator of Christine's life but rather apart of it.

fandom: Phantom Of The Opera (chapter 6.)

chapter warnings: catcalling,

"Remember how it used to be, please promise me that sometimes you will think of... ME!!" The irritating voice of the primadonna echoed throughout the Palais Garnier, even reaching below where two inhabitants that were living peacefully were disturbed.

The two looked above as they sighed.

"So its true what they say.. The croaking frog's returned." Erik spoke, deadpanned as he organized the music notes that were scattered on the ground.

Y/N hummed in agreement. She was sitting in a chair near where Erik was while cross-stitching, having so much focus on the design despite only doing it to kill the time.

The young lady stopped for a moment, "From what i hear, she's yet to convince the owners of the Palais Garnier to switch roles with Christine."

Erik turned, surprised yet amused at the new information brought to him. "Is that so? Perhaps i should write a letter to both the owners AND Madame Carlotta. Its been a while since i've made my presence known, perhaps they forgot that i exist still." He replied, as he put the music notes somewhere safe, it'd be a shame to lose such important and beautiful written melodies.

The young woman chuckled, nodding at the man's antics.

It had been a few weeks since Christine and [Y/N]'s first encounter. The two had spoken again a few days since their fated meeting and then another, then another until it became a normal occurance to them.

She remembered their last encounter still, she felt guilty for leaving the girl alone.

-

"Why would she do that?" Christine asked, listening intently to the girl's tale.

"Perhaps it was her love for Romeo that made her do that. She realized that life wasn't worth living without her beloved- thus it concluded with her death." [Name] explained, she was telling the soprano the story of Romeo and Juliet.

Christine nodded woefully, feeling for the star-crossed lovers' tale.

"I see, i was hoping for them to live happily but alas.." Christine trailed off, whilst [Name] smiled.

True to her word, [Name] made an effort to see Christine Daae whenever she had time, well- whenever Erik would order her to do so. But the difference was that [Name] was no longer a spectator of Christine's life but rather apart of it.

Granted, she'd only appear whenever the Daae girl was alone but the thought still counts, you could say.

As time grew, she grew to enjoy peaceful times with the Daae girl, telling her stories of plays and books, the days became more livelier for the young lady.

You could say the same for Christine! For the past few weeks she was anxious of The Phantom's presence- she still is but lesser so. To have someone you could speak with freely was a joy in her life.

However as the days drew by, she had noticed that everytime her newfound friend appeared it was when everyone had left or she was alone. She didn't mind of course, she was glad that [Reader] kept her word.

But just because she was alright with [Reader]'s loneliness and secluded aura didn't mean that she didn't try to get the girl out her comfort zone.

Often times, she'd lead them near workers, in which [Reader] would mostly be fine with, as they were just doing their job. But when it came to the chaotic ensembles, like The Primadonna, Carlotta or the Cheerful Meg Giry, she'd be there but then disapper after a while.

Christine for one, found it both amusing and sad. She wished for the young girl to be more active, especially since she enjoyed her company! Surely, the others would too!

But sadly, it was to no avail, she'd keep disappearing whenever the Soprano tried.

-

"You seem quiet. Is anything the matter?" The Phantom interrupted the young lady's remincising moment.

"What? Oh.. Yes, everything's fine.. You needn't worry." She simply told Erik as to not alert him of anything.

She'd remember the day she first met Christine, how she expressed her fear towards The Phantom, it had thrown her in a disarray, her loyalty to the Phantom and friendship with the Daae girl complicating things further.

The man didn't believe her but nodded. He believed that she was just probably going through things a young woman would feel the very first time.

-

"You did wonderful, Christine!" Raoul praised his childhood friend who smiled at his compliments.

"Thank you, Raoul. Though i feel i could do better next time. My voice is a bit pitchy from having to sing a lot with lesser breaktimes."

"Still, your voice, as always, is wonderful dear friend. I can already hear the audience's applause throughout the theater." He chuckled softly, and Christine smiled.

"Thank you. Though it appears i need to rest now. I need to better my voice after all." She says, as she grabs her items.

"Do you need help? I'll escort you back to your chambers if you'd like." He offered but Christine shook her head.

"No need, i'll be alright by myself." She said as she waved farewell to her childhood friend who smiled back.

Unbeknownst to them, [Y/N] was there to witness their sweet moment. she had wanted to visit Christine again, eager to tell Christine of another tale she had, holding the book in her hand but it seemed that the poor soprano was exhausted.

As she watched them, she started to realize why the Phantom was so threatened with the Viscount, and why he was adamant in getting rid of him.

The Viscount was sweet and kind and gentle, he was young, just about the same age as Christine, he was everything you'd wish for in a lover.. Someone who could give happiness to the woman he'd devote his loyalty to, someone who wasn't hideous, someone Erik wished to be.

She realized why he was raging with jealousy, but that wasn't all. The more she watches them, the more she feels something of the Viscount. Surely it wasn't love! for they rarely spoke, except for the time they did accidentally which was once, along with the time where he had accidentally seen her.. It was definitely respect for the man, though there was this other feeling..

How ridiculous! Just imagine what the phantom would have thought of her idiotic thoughts.

He probably doesn't even give any thoughts towards her anyway, she wasn't someone interesting to be the talk of the town.

Y/N sighed as she headed back to the lair, figuring that Christine needed rest, she decided not to bother her anymore.

What she hadn't expect was her chance encounter with the Viscount a day later.

-

The streets of Paris were bustling just as always. The men were speaking with one another, talking about business while their wives were seating near talking about recent gossip that spread through the town.

In the middle of the crowd stood Y/N, who was walking stall through stall trying to gather food for her and her Maester, their stock of food had recently just ran out and he gave her the task to buy food so they don't die of hunger.

As she walked, she noticed the gaze of some of the men focused on her.

"What a beauty.." One of the men spoke, she heard, while the other nodded, staring at her, speechless.

The young girl blushed at the remark, never having thought of herself as such, but her expression changed the moment she made eye contact with one of the jealous wives.

The women scoffed and rolled their eyes, whispering something she could not hear, but she believed it was something negative.

Keeping her head low, she decided to ignore everyone and instead focus on the task at hand which was to buy food.

The young lady stopped at a stall, looking at their stock of food. They were expensive but were of quality.

"What would you like?" The store owner asked.

She was about to speak when somebody else spoke.

"I'd like that wine, please." A voice familiar to her spoke. Y/N instantly turned to look at the man.

It seemed The Vicomte had noticed as his lips turned into a smile the moment he saw her.

Unknown to Y/N, her eyes lit up the moment she heard his voice.

"Madame Y/N was it? its been a while since we've last seen one another!" Raoul exclaimed, surprised to see the young lady he so secretly wished to see again ever since their first meeting.

"It has." She responded, her smile light.

"If i may ask, what are you doing here? Not that i'm ungrateful to see your face of course- I mean i am but-" The usually charming man stuttered causing her to laugh at his antics.

"I understand what you're saying Monsier, Don't fret. And the reason for why i'm here is to buy food for me and my father so we don't die of hunger." She explained, the viscount listening intently.

"Ah, is that so? A kind daughter you are, Madam! Doing errands for your father can be a hard task to some."

"I'm only trying to help him, he's done so much for me and this is one of the ways i repay him." She smiled, her voice laced with softness.

"I see. Well then-"

"Here it is!" The store owner interrupted, giving the wine to The Vicomte.

"Ah, thank you!" Raoul responded, giving him the money that was worth more than Y/N had.

"And for you Madam? What would you like?" The store owner asked, looking at the young lady fondly, it seemed he himself was struck by lightning.

"Oh- I was just looking. I believe i don't have enough money with me." She stated, the store owner looked disappointed until..

"No worries, Madam! Whatever you choose, its on the house!" He spoke gleefully causing Y/N's eyes to widen.

Raoul scoffed, amused by the owner's antics.

'That desperate, huh?' The Viscount thought in his head.

"Oh no! That'd be unfair to your other customers!" She argued, her cheeks turning pink.

"No such thing, Madam! Please, Please! There's so many things here in store! I'm sure a pretty lady such as you can find something interesting to take!" The storeowner basically begged, making him look more of a customer than a store owner.

Y/N hummed, a bit uncomfortable but then something came up in her mind. The angel in her left shoulder told her not to use this to her advantage but the devil in her right thought otherwise.

"How about that wine over there? My father would very much like that one!" She pointed towards the rich fancy looking wine.

The store owner gulped, his sweat falling on his head.

"Well you see Madam- that costs a lot of money and well you see-"

"You said that i can take anything i like, good sir! Does anything have limits?" She asked playfully while The Viscount smirked smuggly besides her.

Behind her mysterious aura is a troublemaker in disguise, he thought, amused.

"Madam, you're being cruel-" Whined the store owner.

[Name] chuckled sweetly. Raoul thought it adorable.

"I'm only kidding you Monsieur. If the offer still counts, i'd like to have that antique of yours over there. I'm sure my maes- father would appreciate a gift from his daughter." She pointed towards the monkey toy, an adorable thing really.

"Ah, if that's the case then alright! It is yours milady!" He enthusiastically said as he gave the monkey figure to the young lady.

Y/N nodded, "Thank you." She smiled.

She then turned to the Viscount, and bowed. "If you don't mind Monsieur, i must head home now. It was nice seeing you again, good sir. May we meet again soon." She smiled sweetly, The Viscount felt that his heart had melted.

"Ah wait!" He stumbled, almost falling to his feet.

"Yes?"

"I can walk you home, walking alone is dangerous especially for a lady." He offered. Y/N blushed, her emotions confusing her as they were all over the place.

"Well- you can walk me to the Paris Garnier, my home is closer there, then i'll walk back home. My father is quite... Conservative you see.. I don't think he'd be happy to see a man escorting his daughter home." All of those were true.

"I see. Well then, shall we?" He offered his right arm, and she smiled at the gesture.

"Lead the way, Monsieur." She hooked her arm with his as they start walking back to the Populaire.

As the two walked, the townsfolk noticed and started whispering.

"Is that the Viscount's lover?" A woman gossips to her friend beside her. The other woman gasped as her fan fell out her hand.

The young woman felt the stares of both men and women, children and elders on her. Their stares laced with lust, envy, despise and adoration.

"I wonder what he sees in her." Another woman whispered as the couple walks by them.

"She's so showy and vulgar!" An older woman spat out, her tone laced with jealousy as she stared at the younger woman.

[Y/N] bowed her head down, feeling humiliated by the gossip of the town.

Raoul took notice of this and halted their walk.

"Is everything alright dear?" Raoul asked, his tone laced with worry.

'Dear, he called me!' She blushed as she turned to look at him.

"I'll be alright." She smiled. He nodded then they continued walking. But the voices didn't stop, in fact it only got worst.

This time, it was older men.

"Such a beauty! The Vicomte is lucky!" One whispered.

"What i'd give to be with such a woman!" The other.

"I'd give everything just to be in her bed for a night!" One whistled at her. The girl flinched, gripping the man's arm tighter.

Raoul immediately took notice and glared intensely at the eyes of men who dared look at her in a perverted manner.

The elder men seemed to have noticed the Viscount's glare as they immediately turned around the moment they felt his icy cold eyes staring upon them.

Raoul then turned to look at (Y/N), his eyes filled with pity and sadness.

"Madame.. I'm sorry you had to hear that. " Raoul started, he continued speaking but she could not hear any more of the words.

"Forgive me.. But i must hurry!" She removed her hold on his arm as she walked faster away.

"Wait! Madam!" Raoul shouted as he tried to reach her but the crowd was far too messy and any sight he had of the young lady is now lost.

She escaped him again.

-

writer's note: forgive me for the long delay of this chapter! I've lost passion for a few months and recently regained them! I might edit them later, as i've been rushing to finish this chapter hehe.

[mickimagnum]

On a gray Tuesday morning, a knock at the front door pulled Devin from her thoughts. She looked up from her omelet to see a stranger standing on the other side of the glass, peering back at her expectantly. With a sigh, she pushed away from the bar in the kitchen, strode toward the door, and slid it open.

"Can I help you?" Devin asked, her tone guarded. Who shows up unannounced before 9am, she thought?

The woman smiled, revealing her widely-gaped front-two teeth, "Hi, are you Devin Delaney?"

"Depends on who's asking."

"My name is Alex Moyer," the stranger replied, not missing a beat, "And I'm a producer of the Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise here in SimNation."

Devin cocked an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Ms. Delaney. Can I come in? There's a very exciting opportunity that I want to talk to you about."

Devin considered the request for a moment before nodding and gesturing for Alex to coming inside. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

As the two took their seats on opposite sides of the dinning room table, Devin sized Alex up, wondering exactly what she wanted with her. Using Echo Valley Nectar as a sponsor instantly sprang to mind.

"So what is this exciting opportunity?" Devin asked.

Alex leaned forward on the table as a smile spread across her face, "Well, you see, Ms. Delaney, I'm here because we want you to be our next Bachelorette."

"You're joking."

The words tumbled out of Devin's mouth before she could stop them. On what planet would she fit in with the sparkling primadonnas of the Bachelorette world? Why would anyone want to watch a TV show about her, let alone be invested enough in her love life to do so? And most importantly, who in their right mind would want to go on national television to date her?

"I assure you, this is a serious proposal. We think you would be a fresh and interesting addition to our Bachelorette family. A hardworking, down-to-earth, country girl who struck out on her own and built a successful, thriving business from the ground up? People eat that kind of stuff up. All you're missing is a great love-story. Let us help you find Mr. Right while we film it. I guarantee it'll be a big hit. I bet your business will even see an increase, too."

"How did you even find out about me?" Devin asked, breezing past the pitch.

"Echo Valley Nectar was served at a Bachelor event recently and our VP was impressed and asked someone to look into the brand for sponsorship. One thing led to another, and we discovered you, the owner, and that you were single. He pivoted and decided you should be our next Bachelorette. And, as they say...the rest is history."

"I think he should reconsider and we could revisit the sponsorship idea, instead," Devin replied, "I mean, sure, I would love to meet someone. Get married, the whole thing. I've been single since...well, look, my life has always revolved around horses. But the thought of broadcasting my private life on TV? I'm just not comfortable with that."

"I get it. And it's a common objection. But, what we do is tasteful. And the show is formulaic, so it's not like we'll be invading your bedroom or anything. Besides, Devin, did I mention, we handpick contestants that we think will best match with you to give you the best chance of finding someone to really connect with? I know you're a busy woman. Let us create this once-in-a-lifetime experience especially for you, with single men matched to you, who are eager to date you. All we ask is that you let us film it in return. Besides, don't you want to be famous?"

"Perhaps a famous horse trainer," Devin replied coolly.

"Well, then let's use this as a stepping stone to get you there. What to do you say?"

Devin crossed her arms on the table, leaned forward, and regarded Alex a moment before answering, "Let me think about it."

Two Weeks Later:

Devin on the phone: "Ms. Moyer? Hi, It's Devin Delaney. I'm calling to let you know I've decided to do it. ...Yes. Watcher, help me, tell your VP I'm saying yes."

[obsessedwithecho]

So, YouTube doesn't send me notifications for Crushers channel even though I'm subscribed and have notifications set to "All" so I missed this post 3 months ago during the plushie promo.

It's not relevant anymore, but I'm posting it now anyways for both the sake of completeness and also because it's a funny brainrot video (if only for sheer unexpectedness in doing so), and the best promotions are the funny ones. Also I'm desperate for content. I neglect this blog enough as is, so between that and Crusher's similar tendencies that cause the aforementioned content drought (there's no issue with that and I'd be a hypocrite if I said there was, it just means there's usually little in the way of news) I might as well at least ensure official stuff that is also both recent and specifically ECHO related ends up here, even if I'm 3 months late.

[octahedral-chaos]

Does anyone remember that one post with Primadonna (Echo) in the Sims-

[obsessedwithecho]

Reblogging again for those who saw my post about it and are curious about the subject.

ECHO Light Novel in English!

THE ENGLISH ECHO BOOK IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

After a lot of planning, hard work and patience, I am so happy to finally be able to come out and announce this! The full book will be released Monday, November 19th, 2018, but building up to it are regular releases of snippets you can read until it’s all the way out. The schedule is as follows:

Part 1: Friday, September 13 Part 2: Wednesday, September 19 Part 3: Wednesday, September 26 Part 4: Wednesday, October 3 Part 5: Wednesday, October 10 Part 6: Wednesday, October 17 Part 7: Wednesday, October 24 Part 8: Wednesday, October 31 Altogether: Monday, November 19

You can read part 1 here: https://j-novel.club/c/echo-part-1/read

I really hope you enjoy it!

[outoutdamnspark]

*holds up ‘Twelve’ and shakes them*

Y’ALL WANT SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT MY TV-HEAD-SONA?!

📺 Twelve’s pronouns are They/Them (very rarely he/him) and when they “speak” they actually refer to themselves in plural. (I.e. “We/Us”) Very “We Are Legion” but without the sinister implications.

📺 This is because they’re the embodiment of the Midnight Channel from Persona 4, which is a collective of people’s subconscious desires. Twelve spawned because that collective needed a physical form, and before Twelve’s creation the Midnight Channel was just a vast open space with individual dungeons. With Twelve, the Channel has a form, and the rest of the TV world can more easily be organized into separate parts to accommodate individuals. A “person” to populate the space.

📺 They hang out in the P4 Backlot near the entrance, often sitting on top of the stack of tvs that leads to the outside world.

📺 They’re actually quite friendly, and are mostly Chaotic Good. They’re curious about the world outside the TV and are easily enamored by animals, but they also enjoy utterly fucking with people. They’re a gremlin at heart.

📺 They don’t speak with a physical voice; when they try it comes out like TV static, or like that horrible, multi-layered “voice” you hear when skimming through radio stations. Instead, they communicate through sound clips and symbols on their face screen.

📺 When flustered, Twelve will often make a computer dial-up noise. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, and no one knows why they do that.

📺 They also tend to make the PS1 startup sound as a greeting. (Know one knows why they do this, either.)

📺 Twelve actually has a mouth. Their screen face can split open. looking like a huge, jagged crack in the glass that resembles a jack-o-lantern smile. (Description by my Wife~) It’s their only actual facial feature, since they usually don’t emote any sort of eyes. They do, however, have a fucking tongue. Why? No one knows. They sure as hell don’t use it to speak. It’s long and prehensile and looks like it’s made of thick metal cable; segments and all. They also - for some inexplicable reason - drool a watery, oil-slick-like substance that is believed to be liquid Shadow. There doesn’t seem to be a purpose for it, other than Twelve may very well be part Shadow, since they’re the embodiment of subconscious wants - which can evolve into Shadows when suppressed.

📺 Sadly, Twelve is bound to the TV world and can’t leave; every time they try, they’re dragged back by living power line cables. As of yet, they haven’t been able to properly meet any of the humans that frequent the TV world (the Investigation Team), though they would dearly love to help in the cause; Twelve wants the corruption banished just as much as the humans do, and, given the chance, would happily act as a summon-able ‘Persona’ for the Investigation Team’s leader.

📺 Twelve’s main magical element is Zio (thunder.) They also know Mudo (darkness) and Dia (heal), but usually don’t get the chance to use them.

📺 (If they had parents, they would 100% be the spawn of Kanti from FLCL and Primadonna from ‘Echo’ by CrusherP.)

[abubblingcandle]

⭐star⭐ 

Ah thank you! So the biggest fic that I have posted recently that I have had sort of director's cut thoughts about is Get You Down.

For those who haven't read Get You Down - this is my Jamie & Rebecca canon divergence AU fic where Rebecca becomes Jamie's 'godmother' after they meet when he is about 10.

I'm going to put the analysis under the cut but for this ask I'm going to focus on the idea of what stays and what changes in canon divergence what if style fics.

I love writing and reading canon divergence style fics. I find it the most interesting thing to think about what impact would the little butterfly wings have and for this fic the big question was "would Jamie being in Rebecca's life for ten or so years before he came to Richmond make each of them worse, better or the same but with a friend?" and I still think there's evidence to support each of those paths and each of those paths would have been a valid route to take.

I chose to go for same but with a friend. And I did that because of what I think the duo would be looking for in a familial relationship, unconditional love. Based on what we know about Rebecca's family life I don't think she has experienced unconditional love. Her father was absent and cheated on her mother at least once. Her mother is flighty, too forgiving of her husband and seems emotionally detached and Rupert, that man never did anything unconditionally. Jamie on the other hand had the exact opposite of unconditional love from his father and I think did have unconditional love from his mother but seems to have the reaction of himself feeling like he has to earn or pay back everything she did for him even though she doesn't want that. Therefore he doesn't see it as unconditional even if she does. So you've got two people who are used to fighting for affection just wanting someone who loves them and cares for them as they are. Therefore they are not going to try and change anything about each other, they just want to be there and involved in each other's lives. Jamie will still be a primadonna and bitchy towards his team. Rebecca will still be angry that she allowed Rupert to ruin her life and their actions will still stem from that and may even be bolstered by having someone in their corner even if they are making bad decisions.

(Which is why in the fic the biggest canon divergence comes when Rebecca steps over the line and reveals she is tanking Richmond. Because there is nothing in Jamie's brain that can justify deliberately losing and Rebecca has unknowingly found the line of Jamie's devotion and stumbled over it into bad news territory.)

My point being - when writing canon divergence like this, it is so easy to see it as an opportunity to make the characters better because they had different influences in their lives but in this case I think it is more likely that the duo would act as an echo chamber of familial trauma and need outside influence to start pushing each other to be better.

[mariacallous]

In Marina Lambrini Diamandis' oft-cited comeback interview with Popjustice last August, she introduced the concept that would lead into her second album: that of Electra Heart, a kind of not-quite-alter-ego/character/affectation/cinematic simulacrum that would feed into the follow-up to her 2010 debut LP as Marina and the Diamonds, The Family Jewels. Representing Greek tragedy, the "loss and failure" side of the American Dream, a daddy complex, and the vacuity apparently lingering inside us all, over six months prior to the eventual release of the LP there was very much a feeling of Marina over-complicating the whole affair: trying to dress up the high-gloss record that she had made with Katy Perry's collaborators (seemingly at the behest of her major label) in layers of philosophy, mythology, artifice, and blonde wigs. (There's a babyish song here called "Hypocrates", misspelled for seemingly no good reason, and with no reference to the philosopher in the song.) It must have stung like billy-o when Lana Del Rey came along and executed precisely what Marina was aiming for, hardly having to open her much-discussed mouth in order to explain herself whilst Marina tied herself in conceptual knots. In short, Electra Heart bears no profound relationship to Greek mythology or philosophical thought beyond exploring situations of basic human pathos (or lack thereof), but its rare affecting moments are heavy with tragedy.

The Family Jewels was disliked by many for its vaudevillian Sparks-like gaucheness, Marina's self-aggrandizement and cock-a-hoop vocal (though there's no doubting the chops of a song like "Hollywood"). But there was a sense of personality to the music as well as Diamandis' deep, hiccupy voice, and a promising sense of audaciousness that's been all but lost here. Working with Dr. Luke, Stargate, Greg Kurstin, and Liam Howe, the songs on Electra Heart fall into three basic categories: the bland, swampy banger (sub-category: "Lies"' Skrillex-lite), a regal, electronic strut falling somewhere between Depeche Mode at their poppiest and the Doctor Who theme tune, and very cloying, nursery rhyme music-box ballads. The campy ding-dong of "The State of Dreaming" is as close as Electra Heart gets to fun, with huge church bells whooshing from side to side in the mix like a pantomime dame testing the trajectory of her ball gown skirts. Relegating great early single "Radioactive" to the bonus tracks on the deluxe version of the LP is nearly as daft as some of the waffle that Marina comes out with here.

Marina really, really wants you to know that she's into pop culture, though the lazy, meaningless strings of references that comprise a good chunk of the songs here aren't any kind of postmodern comment on the Tumblr-ification of society, but just plain bad songwriting. The bombardment of archetypes and clichés is exhausting: "Beauty queen of a silver screen" persuading someone to buy her "a big diamond ring" on "Primadonna"; the titular "Homewrecker" (where excruciatingly bad spoken word verses clash against a pretty triumphant chorus) whose "life is a mess, but I'm still looking pretty in this dress." "Teen Idle" is just horrible, a glitchy ballad that sounds as though it was recorded in a church, where she wishes to be a "virgin pure/ A 21st century whore," "a prom queen fighting for the title/ instead of being 16 and burning up a bible/ feeling super super super suicidal," a chorus of Marinas echoing "super." She wishes for "blood, guts, and angel cake" because "I'm gonna puke it anyway," a weird preoccupation of hers that also crops up in "Homewrecker" ("girls and their cosmic gourmet vomit"), continued from "Girls" on her debut. But as for ending the ego, Marina does seem obsessed with ideas of finality and death-- knowing "where I will belong/ When they blow me out" on the quavering, celestial "Fear and Loathing"-- seemingly finding solace in the reliability of microcosmic, compact celebrity tragedies, perhaps in the face of the parts of this album that ring desperately true.

"You only ever touch me in the dark/ Only if we're drinking can you see my spark," she sings on "Lies". "The only time you open up is when we get undressed," she laments on "Starring Role", which glimmers like clashing porcelain before a stuttering, empowering chorus where she refuses to be a supporting cast member in an alluded-to love triangle. "Doesn't mean that I am weak," she asserts on "Power & Control", repeating, "I am weak, I am weak, I am weak" in an increasingly ephemeral voice. "Every day I feel the same/ Stuck, and I can never change/ Sucked into a black balloon/ Spat into an empty room" goes "Living Dead", a snappy, taut Soft Cell-like number. It feels like shaky ground to say that these vulnerable moments are Electra Heart's finest, catchiest, and hardest-hitting songs, Marina's soaring vocals packing some genuine emotion, picking up on themes of self-loathing that don't need blasé allusions to bulimia in order to indicate emotional emptiness; where the often transcendent states of sex and alcohol collaborate for profoundly dispiriting experiences. Her honesty, at least, is empowering. Whilst there's no getting past some of the duller and more unbearable material on this record, it's a real shame that it's come hamstrung in this unnecessary concept, ready for people to laugh when Marina fails to pull it off. If she'd made a record full of songs as unaffected as these four, Electra Heart could be one of the year's most acclaimed pop albums. Let's hope there's a next time.