#cilla makes stuff

[pavlovianfuckery]

I have pillowed semi-succesfully

[4trackcassette]

anyway my npr music affection is coming through for me bc guess who wasn't on their top 50 albums list at all: taylor swift OR harry styles!!!!

[rin-chan32]

I know the post was made more than 2 weeks ago, but...please tell us more about Lady Dom 😳

Omg yes of course!!!

Lady Dom, her actual name being Domella, is roughly 6’11” and ??? years old. She is special in which she has the power to know everything. It’s transferred through touch, so she gets her information from people by handshakes, hugs, pats on the back, etc.

Before when the story takes place, she works under the king for a good portion of time. All of her family had died not too long prior, so she took the job in order to have a place to stay and what not. She works as his informant and uses her power to get information for his gain so the kingdom can do stronger.

It’s at the castle where she meets Cilla, who later becomes her closest friend (and maybe some more? 👀). They grow close quickly purely because Cilla is the only person to treat Lady Dom more or less as a human rather than a tool. Cilla is the person who ends up telling her that the king is the person who killed her family. As a result, Lady Dom starts fucking with him and gives him the wrong information. Before she could get punished, her and Cilla run away from the kingdom together.

They end up going somewhere deep in the woods and making their own little village of sorts. During their travels, they end up picking up people who’ve lost homes in one way or another. These people really see mainly Lady Dom as a mother figure of sorts since she really does care about them. The only times that she really resorts to violence is either towards the guards or to people who threaten to ruin what her and Cilla worked so hard to build.

She has good intentions, but just doesn’t execute them in the right way.

[according2thelore]

hi hello do you think it's plausible that dean's obsession with the magic fingers is even more hindbrain than he or sam ever could've guessed, and is based strictly on the very very early days post-fire when john would put his two fussy children in the middle of the bed and feed the meter so that it would vibrate them to sleep, just like a car ride on a gravel road would, so that he could leave and not worry about them waking up? 'cause I do...

👋👋 😈🎉 cilla/mdbp 💜

HI CILLA

WHY YES NOW I AM 800% thinking about this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

everyone take a moment to love and appreciate @majordemonblockparty 's gigantic brain <3

this makes so much sense i'm going to WEEP because dean never really gets this again!!!!!

dean grew up with his head buzzing, feeling the rattle in his teeth, and knowing that they were safe. if they were moving, then monsters couldn't get to sammy or daddy or him. daddy only saw monsters when they stopped, so as long as they were moving, dean was safe.

sleeping felt tenuous if he wasn't falling asleep in the impala, because sometimes dad would shake him awake, snapping at him to get sammy's stuff together because they had to be out of town in five minutes.

and you're so right!!!!! john would set them in the middle of the bed, dean curled around sam with jealous six-year-old hands, and slip a few quarters--some of the only money he could scrounge together--because it was the only thing that relaxed dean like a switch had been flipped. it was the only thing that got sam to stop fussing, and they would sleep through the whole night if the bed was rattling like a almost 20-year-old car's suspension over a back road. he could sit outside without dean asking him where he was going or demanding he come back inside and just sit in complete silence, looking out at the parking lot and wondering what the fuck he was going to do.

and dean doesn't know why, but he sleeps best when dad's driving, all the way up to 2005 when he disappears. he sleeps okay, he supposes, the rest of the time, but it's not until he finally lets sam drive them the rest of the way through texas on their way to see bobby that he falls asleep so immediately and deeply that he wakes up 10 hours later blinking sun out of his eyes and in nebraska.

(for this reason, sam apologizes one time by asking if he can drive them the rest of the way to oregon because dean is so strung out and exhausted. dean snaps at him, but lets him do it, and dean sleeps for fourteen hours.)

it's that sense of safety, of home, that knocks dean out completely. he doesn't even notice, of course, he just chalks it up to baby's uncanny ability to know exactly what he needs at all times.

the closest things he can get to it on solid ground, he chases.

one time, he walks back out of a motel lobby and leaves sam floundering after him when the receptionist tells him that no, they took out the magic fingers years ago.

with his music in his ears and the rocking back and forth, the swoosh of metal and vibrating in the back of dean's brain, the buzz all the way down to his fingers, that's safety.

sam scoffs and rolls his eyes because he found home in other things. magic fingers annoy him more than anything, because dean always took him on smoother highways and switched lanes to avoid potholes when he was driving. sleep for him was the sound of dean's quiet breaths or the smell of cheap toothpaste or starch-scratchy motel sheets. (sam stands in a pharmacy for hours smelling all of the deodorants until he finds the closet one to dean's and rubs it on the inside of his pillowcase in order to sleep at stanford, but that's neither here nor there.)

for dean, it's magic fingers. or the closest he can get.

dean always volunteers for laundry duty on those dirty stop-over between hunts when they roll into a town for less than 12 hours to sleep and take a shower on the way to somewhere else.

sammy's already conked out on the bed, jeans and shoes and drowner guts still stuck to his neck with penny-tang lake water and sweat. dad just shrugs, eying the couch with the hungry eyes of a man that drove for sixteen uninterrupted hours to get them the hell out of dodge before the local feds showed up.

dean knows he won't sleep, even though he's so fucking exhausted, because while sam slept in the backseat, dean was pinching holes into his thigh to stay awake in case dad needed a relief driver.

so he guts his own duffle in the corner and fills it with their dirty laundry.

it's only when he's leaning against the washing machines with his back and can feel the rattle in his gums does he finally feel safe and at home enough doze off, the bored attendant at the front half-asleep themself.

the buzz of the laundry machine wakes him up, and now he gets to lean against the dryer, the artificial machine warmth feeling more like a mother than anything dean can consciously remember, so familiar to the low-humming of the impala that he curls up against it like a child.

they start phasing magic fingers out of motels to make way for wood composite bed frames and bare bulbs or slowly stop repairing them, and dean never really gets a good night of sleep again.

one night in the bunker, after a rough hunt where they can't save a young kid, dean slips out of his bedroom in the middle of the night, starts an empty load of laundry, and falls asleep with his cheek pressed against the warm metal, so tired he can't even cry.

cilla--mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah--you are so right all the TIMEEEE <3

-lizzy

[ashtray-girl]

Everytime I read or listen a Grant Showbiz intervew he's like trying to say Moz was madly in love with Johnny and that there was something else going on, but without saying the actual words lmao

right?? lmao one of the most interesting things he said imo is when he talked abt feeling "physically threatened" by morrissey when the band was recording those cilla black & elvis covers, right before they split up... bc morrissey had apparently been drinking (which i mean... THAT was quite ooc, i wonder what led him to do that... 👀) & he was acting erratically... showbiz also kept the recording for that Elvis cover (A Fool Such As I) for a while, even tho part of the song was allegedly wiped by the sound engineer & therefore would've been unusable, but THEN he ended up giving those tapes to johnny "for safekeeping" & bc it was "the right thing to do", which like... sure, but if the song was deemed unusable anyway, why not just getting rid of it? why hold on to the tapes? but according to a recent BBC interview, johnny still has those tapes, even tho he hasn't listened to them in a long time & it's apparently the only Smiths' song that's yet to be released... interestingly enough, he said he doesn't plan on ever releasing that bc it reminds him of a bad time & he "doesn't want to put that out into the world"... (no mention of the song having been partially wiped tho... 👀) which leaves me wondering... was that song really the problem? was morrissey's rendition really THAT bad? or was there other stuff that ended up on tape while they were recording? stuff that had to do w/morrissey's erratic behavior & that they don't want anyone else to hear bc it would reflect badly on them, possibly painting a picture that would affect the band's legacy & that would make ppl see johnny & morrissey's relationship in a different, potentially more intimate way? 👀 i mean, at one point the song literally says: "you taught me how to love & now you say we're through"... are we really meant to think nothing of that, given everything else we know? 👀

[cressidagrey]

Wait just saw your post wouldn't hat make the oc his.. niece?

In the not blood related way, kinda yes.

It will not be the first time I write that though, Cilla from The Ties That Bind is Cassian’s daughter.

(Also I am gonna say it now, the whole story is kinda messed up and definelty a…sharp contrast to most of my usual stuff 😬)

[bcofl0ve]

Invisible String (Part 8)

part 8/9

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

chapter summary: an important on set visitor is followed by a very important question

word count: 3,300

author’s note: reminder that covid does not exist in this story so the filming schedule is one of my own making!!! also- this was started months ago, the priscilla bit with the tiny lisa mention written in like- november. all my love to the presley family ❤️

summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

August 25th, 2020

“You know it’s gonna be fine, right?” You said, looking to where Austin was bouncing his leg as he drove. He forced a tight lipped smile, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. 

“Do I?”

He’d been in this state since Baz informed him Priscilla had flown in to visit set for the day…in a text the night before at 10pm.

To an extent you understand why he didn’t want to psych him out too far in advance. It’s not like Austin had never spoken to the woman before, they’d talked on the phone a few times since he was cast. But there was that, and there was her watching him emulate the man live and in person.

And he had slept just about as well as Cora did most nights- that to say horribly. You weren’t on the call list for the light crew that day, something Austin linked to fate when he asked if you’d bring Cora to set for the first take he was set to do for If I Can Dream.

“I uh, I think ‘Cilla being there would psych me out less if you guys were around too,” He’d said and you’d agreed, the four year old over the moon about the spontaneous visit.

-

You went separate ways when you arrived at the lot, Austin heading to the hair and makeup while you steered Cora in the direction of the set you’d be hanging around for the take. She saw Baz walking in your direction before you did, tugging on your hand to pull you along.

“Hi Baz!” She exclaimed and his face lit up when he saw her, Cora looking at you for permission before she let go of your hand to run and meet him halfway.

“Hello Miss Cora!” He replied to her as he crouched down onto her level, giving the Stitch plushie she’d insisted on bringing along from home a little prodding. “And who’s your friend here?”

“Stitch!” She said excitedly, bouncing on her heels “And and he sings Elvis jus’ like daddy,”

The Stitch obsession had been kickstarted the week before by you and Austin showing her the movie for the first time, the look on her little face when she made the Elvis connection something you hoped you never forgot.

After a conversation with Baz that was definitely keeping him from where he needed to be- not that he minded in the slightest, the two of you carried on your way- Cora running ahead of you again the second Austin’s studio chair with Elvis stitched onto the back came into sight. You got her situated in it, and occupied with a video on your phone while you made small talk with your co-workers from the crew as you waited for Austin.

Austin, who you sucked in a breath when you eventually saw coming, white suit (and facial prosthetics) straight out of 1968. 

“Now who is that in my chair?” He asked playfully as he approached from behind, Cora giggling when he ticked the side of her neck from where he stood. Though her face shifted when she pivoted and got a better look at him. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him seriously.

“You look funny.”

“I know baby, the makeup people had to put special stuff on my face to make sure I look just like Elvis,” Austin said with a laugh, looking past her towards you nervously. “Have you seen Cilla around yet?”

You saw her coming over out of the corner of your eye as if on cue, Austin standing up a little straighter when he followed your gaze.

“Austin, wow,”  She said as she got closer, giving him a one over with an intrigued smile on her face. “This is uncanny.” 

A little sigh of relief escaped him at that approval, his shoulders untensing with it. 

“Yeah, I was half expecting this one to not recognize me with the prosthetics,” 

Austin reached over to ruffle Cora’s hair as she shifted to stand on her knees in the studio chair, watching Priscilla quietly. She clammed up even more when the woman gave her a wave, sucking in her bottom lip and reaching out for her daddy.

“Pretendin’ to be shy,” He cooed in her direction as he picked her up, brushing a finger over her cheek in an attempt to keep her from hiding his face in his neck. “Can you tell Miss. Priscilla your name baby?” He said gently, the four year old mumbling a quiet “Cora,” fingers grasping at the fabric of Austin’s sleeve. 

Austin reached out for you next, looping his free arm around your waist with a little squeeze. “And this here is her beautiful mom Y/N.” 

“I’m sorry- I’m a little starstruck,” You said and Priscilla only smiled. “That’s alright honey,” She replied, eyes soft. “You three make a beautiful family- I must say.”

You were mid thanking her when Austin got beckoned over by Baz to get into place, Cora pouting as he passed her back to you with a kiss on the head. 

“Remember we have to sit still and be really quiet, just like we’re at a movie theater.” You whispered as you sat back down in Austin’s chair, holding Cora in your lap. She gave you a little nod, looking down at her Stitch plush and shushing him as well. 

You’d watched Austin film before, both while working and while sitting cross legged in his chair. But this was something…otherworldly. The thrum of the music reverberated through every bone in your body, and you could see it having the same effect on Austin as he sang. 

When Baz yelled cut you waited for him to give you a little nod before you let Cora down, the four year old making a beeline for Austin as fast her little legs could carry her.

“Good singing daddy!” She squealed, earning a few ‘awhs’ from the crew as he crouched down to take her into his arms as soon as she was close enough- squeezing her tight. 

You saw Prisiclla coming back over out of the corner of your eye, her gaze in the same direction as yours watching as Austin sat on the ground with Cora in his lap, looking quite engaged in conversation with her stuffed animal Stitch.

“They’re precious together,” She said softly and you couldn’t help but smile as you replied, “Oh they’re inseparable- he’d have her here every day if Baz allowed it.” 

“Elvis was the same exact way with Lisa, wrapped around her finger from the day she was born.” 

You didn’t mean to inhale so sharply, but it happened, and you immediately felt guilty when you could practically feel her realize why a second later.

“God, I’m so sorry hon- I wasn’t thinking,” She started and you shook your head, sitting up a little straighter. 

“It’s okay,” You started, letting out a breath. “Actually pretty comforting that they’re as close as they are when he uh, only met her a few months ago. Makes me feel real guilty sometimes, and he’s told me I need to forgive myself a million times but,” You continued, looking at your lap. “Easier said than done I guess.”

“If it means anything, seeing the way he looks at you, at your little girl. I’d take his advice to heart Y/N.” 

You didn’t even see Austin coming over, Cora trailing behind him until you heard his voice- Elvis drawl in full effect.

“My ears were burning,”  He quipped and leaned in to kiss you, your hands coming up to the side of his face, eyes narrowed playfully.

“Mm, maybe an allergic reaction to the side burns?”

He laughed as he leaned in to kiss you again, and you admittedly found the current hair and makeup situation ridiculously attractive. But you were in the presence of your four year old and Prisiclla Presley. So you pulled back, Cora clamoring up into your lap.

“Do we gotta go home now?” She said with her head cocked to the side, bottom lip wobbling when you explained that the answer to that question was yes, given that there were reshoots to be done, alongside entire other scenes to film, and Austin probably wouldn’t be done until way past her bedtime.

Cora looked back to Austin, and it was endearing in a way that just seeing her mildly upset appeared to be breaking his heart a little.

“Oh Cor, no need for tears,” Austin said as he picked her up off your lap, brushing her hair back behind her ears.

He lowered his voice then and you didn’t quite catch what he was saying to her- something about plans for his day off tomorrow, but whatever his whispers entailed seemed to calm her down at least.

“Be good for your mama sweetie” He supplied as he set her back on her feet, pressing a kiss to the side of her hair. ”I love love love you Cora Jean,”

That put a smile on your face, your heart thumping in your chest as she echoed that sentiment right back at him. 

“Love love love you too daddy!”

---

August 26th, 2020

“Momma,” Cora said from the open doorway of her room as you approached it, rubbing her eyes- and you assumed she’d only been up for a few minutes. “Yeah baby?”

 “Auntie Leah’s comin’ over, but I wan’ ‘pposed to tell you.” She said tiredly, and you paused.

Both you and Austin had the day off- and not that you had anything against your best friend, but you’d been intending on spending it with him. 

Replaying the last part of her sentence in your head, the wheels started to turn as you crouched down to her level. “You weren’t? Did daddy tell you that?” You asked softly, Cora giving a little nod. 

“Mhm, cuz o’ the surprise.”

Why Austin trusted the four year old would be able to keep any sort of secret to save her life you had no idea. But how endearing it was was certainly a distraction from the knots forming in your stomach as you put the pieces together. It wasn’t that you didn’t know it was coming- or that you didn’t want it. 

It being real, and happening today though, that was different. 

Sending Cora back to bed to sleep for a little while longer, you padded out into the kitchen, finding Austin leaned over the coffee machine.

You walked over as quietly as you could and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling your face into the back of his neck. Austin let a breath out, bringing his hands down to rest over yours.

“Mornin’,” He whispered, tilting his head back to kiss the side of your jaw. 

His voice was low in the way it always was in the morning, southern drawl mixed with husk making your stomach flutter. You pulled your arms from around him to side step and lean against the counter next to the coffee pot, arms crossed loosely over your front.

“Little birdie told me Leah’s coming over today, for some reason.” You started, Austin’s eyebrows quirking up as the coffee machine beeped. He set his mug under the dispenser, looking back up at with a bemused expression.

“Was this little birdie named a blonde haired blue eyed four year old named Cora?” He said, just a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“She didn’t tell me anything else if that’s what you’re worried about.” You replied, reaching out a hand for his arm and squeezing lightly.

Austin nodded, glancing past you at the clock on the oven. “You uh- might wanna go get ready, she’s actually picking you up in about an hour.”

Well that was a different plan than what you’d gathered from Cora’s rehashing.

“Picking me up? You pay her to take me hostage?” You quipped and Austin let out a low laugh, bobbing his head from side to side. “Mm, kinda.”

Knowing you weren’t going to get much more out of him, you left him and his coffee to his own devices, walking back to your room to get ready for…whatever he’d been scheming with her.

-

Leah pulled up outside an hour to the letter later, fingers drumming against her steering wheel as you got into the car. She looked like she was about to burst, not that you blamed her given the circumstances.

Though you couldn’t help laughing at how wound up she looked as you clicked your seatbelt in.

“You know I know he’s proposing, right?”

Her eyes widened, though she schooled her expressions as quickly as it had changed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She replied to your remark flatly, looking behind her as she put the car into reverse and avoiding your gaze as much as was physically possible.

“Leah.” You emphasized. “Elvis wraps soon- we have to get visa shit sorted- we’ve talked about it- it’s not exactly a surprise.”

“The literal engagement isn’t a surprise no,” She started, voice taking a more serious tone. “But he wanted to make this special- so just go along with it, will you?”

She looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, lips tugged into a half smile as she waited for a response. And in spite of the fact that it all still felt a little ridiculous you didn’t doubt for a second that she was telling the truth. Maybe it was just the nerves making you a bit of a bitch.

“It’s not even 10am, what exactly are we doing all day?” You said and her smile widened, lips pressed together with trepidation. 

“That’s for me to know- and for you to find out,” She said with dramatase, and you resigned yourself to just being along for the ride.

-

By the time she was pulling back up to your flat it was almost six pm. You’d spent most the day being shuttled around the Queensland beauty scene, your nails painted, hair blown out and skin rejuvenated by a lengthy spa treatment you were fairly certain was only thrown into the itinerary to kill time.

After that jaunt she took you back to her own apartment, pulling a dress out of her closet with an addendum that Austin had brought it over two weeks ago. 

“When I asked him why it had to be kept at my place he said looking at it in his closet was making him so nervous he felt nauseous. And I told him being even a little bit nervous you’d say no was ridiculous, but it was pretty cute to see him all flustered about you.” 

And after a few more hours of stalling consisting of a Mama Mia double feature you were back in your own driveway- stomach flipping over on itself as the car came to a stop.

Leah reached a hand over the console to squeeze yours, pulling you out of your own head just a little.

“You deserve this Y/N,” She said softly. “More than anybody I’ve ever met in my life.”

You exhaled and squeezes her hand back before you stepped out of the car, smoothing over your dress as you walked to the front door.

Cora was standing in the window to the side, grinning when you gave her a little wave.

“Hi momma!” She greeted you as she stood on her tiptoes to open the door, dropping back onto her feels as you stepped inside. She was wearing a dress similar in design to your own, hair pulled into two twin braids you assumed Austin had put there. Crouching down, you brushed a hand over the back of her head, already feeling choked up. 

“Hi baby girl, you look so pretty,” You said softly, and she glanced down the hallway behind her. 

Turning back to you, she lowered her voice, swiping a tongue over her bottom lip just like Austin did when he was nervous.“Daddy hasta’ ask you something,” She said, pointing in the direction of the living room. “In there.”

Who you weren’t expecting to see as you made your way down the hallway there was Leah, standing behind your kitchen counter holding onto her camera. She motioned with her head to the patio door, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the picture of her dropping you off and promptly making a mad dash into the house through your backyard. 

But there was another picture that took precedence and stole your breath. Austin standing in the midst of flower petals strewn all over the ground, lifting his head as he heard your footsteps getting closer. He inhaled with a timid smile, reaching out a hand for you to take when you were near enough.

“Hi,” You said softly, and he gave you a one over, blinking rapidly before he opened his mouth.

“You look so beautiful,” He replied, voice as watery as you could see his eyes getting. 

“C’mon, can’t cry before you’ve even asked me.”

“Trust me, I’m trying,” Austin whispered a little laugh as he swiped at his eyes, grabbing both of your hands in his as he dropped to one knee.

“I love you so much.” He said on an exhale. “I thought about you constantly from the time you dropped me at the airport in 2015 and a little part of me always hoped against hope that we’d find our way back. But the past few months have been better than I ever coulda’ dreamed of.”

You could see tears pooling behind his eyes again- your own starting to sting as he kept talking, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb.

“Getting to be a dad- and getting to watch you be a mom- I fall more in love with you everyday. And I want nothin’ more than to take you and Cor back to the states and build a life together- a life that we’re gonna share for the rest of time.” He continued, gingerly letting go of your hands so he could open the ring box he pulled out of his pocket.

“Please marry me,” left his mouth at the same second “Yes, yes-” left yours, the overlapping of declarations getting a watery laugh out of you as he slid the ring onto your finger. You grabbed his face as he started to stand up, pulling him in for a kiss as you felt a familiar weight crashing into your legs.

Austin laughed as he pulled back, looking down at where Cora was wedging herself between the two of you, bouncing on her heels. 

“You said yes!” She exclaimed and you picked her up onto your hip, kissing the side of her face as Austin’s arm fell around your waist- holding the both of you. “I sure did baby, isn’t the ring daddy picked pretty?”  

“It’s his mommy’s,” Cora supplied and you paused, trying to process what she’d just said. It was gorgeous- and looked modern enough that that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Feeling choked up all over again, you swallowed thickly.

“Oh, Aus,”

Austin gave a little smile, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “Ash gave it to me when I was back in the states- even when I was tellin’ her I wasn’t sure how’d forgiving you’d be over the whole uh- debacle there.” He said quietly, sounding like he was about to cry again himself. 

Shifting Cora on your hip, you brought a hand up to the side of his face to kiss him again, the metal of your ring cool against his cheek as he reciprocated- laughing against your mouth at the squeaky ‘yuck!’ Cora let slip when she decided he’d been kissing you for too long. 

-

“I’m sorry if I seemed cagey shipping you off with Leah like that,” Austin said when you turned in for the night, an arm around you as you rested against him, his index finger tracing over your collarbone as you leaned into his side.

Shaking your head, you brought a hand up to caress his jawline with your thumb.

“Don’t be, it was sweet.” You said and he nodded in your hand, the love in his eyes as he looked at you damn near overwhelming.

Glancing down, you sucked in a little breath before you kept talking. “Y’ know how long I told myself I didn’t deserve a happy ending with you after everything I did?”

You hadn’t exactly meant to say it so harshly, and Austin’s eyes flashed with concern- but you cut him off before he could jump in.

“I love you Aus. And I don’t think that anymore.”

xxx

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[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

My First Contact Au Beachcomber would flirt with Kade Burns if he had a holoform and got over the whole human-pet thing.

He is, in fact, a large, fat, jovial, flamboyantly gay man who absolutely ends up with a whole entourage of gay and bi mechs around him and his friends.

(Boulder to this day has a huge crush on this man. He's happily married, but it's like having a celebrity crush on him. It's completely based on Beachcomber being pretty and having a job that lets him get close to interesting 'animals')

It makes sense in my head at least for bigger mechs to be the beauty standard among non flyers/racers, who have their own beauty culture. Like, inside their own universes, the rescue bots, especially Heatwave, are seen as attractive. Also, it makes sense when it comes to femme frames and transfemme bots, since we see that their augments are seen as countercultural.

But anyway, here's an au within an au of the rescue bots getting an eyeful of the first attractive civilian in years. (And in Quickshadow's case, decades)

"um, don't look now, but that's the new civilian mech Optimus sent over." Heatwave said, trying to not sound like a teenager while trying to process just how pretty the new guy was.

"huh, Heatwave, I didn't know you had a thing for bigger guys." Kade said.

"but he's perfect? Well, aesthetically. I haven't met him yet- holy Primus, Quintus had a field day with that face." Kade watched as the bot pulled into a parking lot in order to talk to a couple of townspeople. "Kade, I am pulling over."

"Heatwave, why are your seats warming up?"

Heatwave screeched to a halt, remembering he had a passenger. "Oh, sorry. That's a bit awkward. Anyway." He popped open his driver's side door. "You get out, and I talk to the new bot that definitely has more of a spark chamber than I do. No really. Get out." Kade, getting the innuendo but not understanding it, bailed out for his sanity. Heatwave transformed, and he could see The New Bot checking him out while chatting with Haley and a few of her students.

Heatwave flinched as he got a comm link request with the bots details. His name was Beachcomber. He hopped on it immediately.

:Hey, I heard you're new.: he messaged, trying not to look too awkward, staring off into space while focused on something that existed entirely in his head. (Well, really his ear, but semantics.)

: aren't humans amazing?: the bot replied :I wish Cilla and Jane could be here, Earth is just beautiful. It has its problems, but there's something about them that is absolutely stunning:

Heatwave paused, moving to lean against a brick wall, being careful to take up only a single parking spot. :my name is Heatwave:

: Beachcomber. I have a platonic human companion, Jane, who's with her adopted daughter Cilla. They are out shopping, but I couldn't help myself but interact with the locals:

:you are from space though?:

:multiverse stuff. I think we will get sent home soon though. There are doubles of all three of us, Optimus just needs to track down Janette's so we can go home.:

:you said companions?:

: legally, they can't return to their earth. They were both kidnapped and trafficked to Cybertron, they were found in the streets by passersby and since I was the nearest exotic vet, I volunteered to be their host for the rest of their stay.:

Two women darted between Heatwave's feet, absolutely fearless as they ran up to Beachcomber. They spoke to him in rough galactic common before Beachcomber took their bags and scooped them up onto his shoulder, the two of them sitting in the groove of where his neck met shoulder plating.

:I have to go. Good meeting you.:

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

So I just watched Priscilla. And my overall thought is that I can see why it hasn’t made its money

It was always going to paint Elvis in a bad light I’d assumed that before going in (don’t come and tell me it’s what he acted like 1. I know and 2. If were getting into that we’d have to take into account the stuff they left in Cilla admitted were embellished or lies)

Not thinking about that it was just very bland. And I know that her life was lonely and boring at Graceland but it didn’t even make that apparent, not very well at least.

It felt as though they’d decided to cram the whole book into two hours instead of writing a story in line with the book. Like they wanted to get everything as told without any deviation and a lot of the time it just felt out of place because the book had paragraphs of context where the film only used the dialogue from it.

For example when Vernon tells her to leave the office we just see that. There was no context of her going to the office every day because they are the only ones around, definitely the only women, only to be told she was distracting them. That would’ve helped show how isolated she was.

Or when Elvis pins her down in the hotel (which she then changed to say didn’t happen like that) it’s completely out of nowhere because Mike Stone isn’t even mentioned. You see him sure but it’s never made apparent.

It feels like it was a lot of nuance which unless you know the story very well can be lost.

It also made no sense to end where it did. The books ends at his death and there was room to do that too. To show that even then she still loved him but she’d fully thrived in a new life after the divorce.

I just feel it could’ve been told so much better.

[pavlovianfuckery]

i think i'm finally getting the hang of alpine stitch 😃

[closetdbisexual]

TOP 10 (or so) FICTIONAL CATS (from books i have read)

10. kitty (bad kitty)

they made so many of these comics . i think she was justified in everything she did that dog was annoying as fuck

9. skippy jon jones (skippy jon jones)

technically shouldnt be on this list since he is, in fact, not a cat at all. hes a chihuaha. i promise. hes silly though i miss him

8. martin (martin's mice)

sweet little guy. kind of stupid. he trapped some mice in a bucket because he didnt have any friends and didnt want them all to run away it happens to the best of us martin

7. sabine and puck (the underneath)

another book that touches on humans being terrible . this one is sad and i cant actually remember what happens in it but these little guys have a place in my heart anyways . i hope they ended up safe

6. aldwyn (familiars)

probably one of the more well-known cats on here. may or may not be magic. memorable enough for me to have found this book again, but not too interesting

5. cilla and betta (a cat story)

probably also some more iconic cats on this list. this book is adorable

4. the tabby family (catwings)

im sorry google didnt have an image of all of them ft. jane. well these cats they have wings and tell a story of how dangerous it is for stray cats , ending with the feral family being somewhat adopted and living as barn cats i think. good for them.

3. chester (bunnicula)

god do i love these books. and chester. the mulder to harolds scully, if you will. i always thought he was kinda gay

2. varjak paw (varjak paw)

depsite how often i mention this guy, hes actually my second favorite fictional cat ....i love him dearly though. probably the first main character i read about who WAS a cat, and his story was always pretty interesting. had the "paw" suffix before warrior cats had even come out.

1. gareth (time cat)

the real winner of cats i love forever and ever. hi gareth. you are so special to me. he can talk to humans and time travel also. i just loved this book so much ive read it quite a few times now all for you gareth <3

HONORABLE MENTIONS

fritti tailchaser (tailchasers song) - i never read this book. but people love this cat for probably good reason

bluestar (warrior cats) - did not include any warriors characters due to the pure excessive amount of them existing, and also wanting more unique options

pete the cat (pete the cat) - he has shoes

wonderful alexander (catwings) - hes funny and weird and orange . i liked him

puss in boots (fairy tale) - cat with a sword is just a pretty badass concept

silversides (ragweed) - not really a cat i like im just using this as an excuse to promote mouse xenofiction again. avi has a bunch of stories about mice living in the forest and city if anyones interested .

tao (the incredible journey) - i also didnt read this book. sorry. im making a list of stuff to read now and this is on it ! but this book is iconic so probably for a good reason.

okay my list ^ goodbye now.

[vintagepresley]

I wanted to ask you something. The Instagram link about the documentary trailer made mention of someone named "Reeca Smith". I looked her up, and she claims to have dated Elvis off and on for about 6 months in 1975 when she was 14 and he was almost 40. Granted, she claims he "never took advantage of her" and they never went past kissing. But at the same time, I can't find much info on her nor any pics of her and E together. So...I'm just wondering how credible her story is. What do you make of it?

I’ve been wanting to talk about this. I’m pretty sure she’s mentioned in the book Baby, Let’s Play House very very briefly. I personally do not believe it because her story just seems odd to me and I think her involvement in that documentary was to get a check. But also one of his stepbrothers (Ricky Stanley) also says this relationship happened but he’s been known to not be very truthful with his stories of Elvis and honestly after the book his mother put out after he died. I’m like weary of them. (Besides Billy Stanley because I did enjoy his recent book about Elvis.)

Also, while we’re on the topic of this I might as well bring it up despite what people’s opinions may be on this topic. Currie Grant. The man who said all those nasty things about Priscilla in that horrible Child Bride book was also on this new documentary. It honestly pisses me off because of him being accused of trying to SA Cilla. I know some may not believe it. But he himself said all the girls who want to see Elvis go through him. So, I’m sure he’s done some fucked up shit taking advantage of teenage girls. He claims Cilla wanted to. But I don’t believe that. I just don’t understand why he was given a platform to speak.

So now I’m like feeling eh about this new documentary. They also don’t mention June either who was an important part of his life.

Side note: These are just my personal opinions and everyone is free to feel what they’d like about either situation I talked about. I know the Priscilla stuff majority of people will disagree with me because of that child bride book and that’s okay. As long as we are respectful. 😌

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Shameless UK

Starting in 2003 or 2004 the show was, everything you want from a British TV show and also being realistic to council life, council estate life being on the, drug taking, blended families, extended families, childhood neglect, abuse, prostitution, step parent, affairs ,crime, mental illness and many other topics that come along the way and new characters when you live in this kind of life in the UK.

The only reason people say the American version of this is better is because America is a lot larger country for them to be saying there’s a lot more of them England is tiny compared to America, but the thing is that the Americans are missing about this show is the nitty-gritty of life on the bread line, in the beginning it started with the Gallagher but slowly the Gallagher started to leave the show and they only seem to be remaining one with Frank and Carl throughout the series, left in season four and Fiona didn’t even make it past series 2, but the way David trefel, plays a alcoholic is amazing, some actors are really amazing at doing this, and make it really believable that they are the person they are on the TV show. as we got into season is it focused more around them with Patrick being the family patriarch dad from Northern Ireland?, and Mimi, the family matriarch from Liverpool he’s more soft-spoken, but they’re both both loudmouth drug dealing crime family, they have many sons and one daughter, they had a cameo in the first few series, but they really came to their own in season four and five when they took over from the Gallaghers, I would say holding the latest season would be Kelly McGuire, the local prostitute, who is married to Shane Maguire, one of Mimi and Patrick’s sons, she works in the local brothel for Lillian, and she’s a very likable character, all although she is considered scum for being a prostitute in m most places in this series she holds up as a really good friend, wife and also as a mother figure to Stella and Liam in later series.

When Patrick leaves and he goes back to Ireland Mimi, then gets with Billy who is the father to her youngest Cilla who she has much later in life, realising that she’s even pregnant, she’s severely constipated and not very well and that pub is getting taken over by a new crime family. She’s upstairs giving birth., but she gets with a man he’s watching at the time she didn’t realise was 14, she made him disappear because she was disgusted, as he kidnapped baby Cilla, desperate and worried while she’s out shopping she doesn’t know who is taking her baby and then she sees the CCTV footage and it’s Billy. He has come back to try and find his daughter and make a relationship with Mimi., at first she is skeptic and doesn’t really want to, her daughter having a relationship with her father, they later to get together as a couple during this time, he is now a few years older well he is now 16, and this is another thing in TV shows they will sometimes make it like your real life because in real life Tina Malone is with her much younger man and they wrote it into the TV series, and then you have some really pivotal characters who make the show kind of like pat butcher is EastEnders being an agony aunt , you have Lillian the local Madam of the brothel she is nicknamed by Frank Bos selected by her appearance,, and she comes out with some really funny out of pocket remarks, such as I’m just coming to the shop to do the condom run for my girls, really funny sexual stuff, when husband in the earlier series gets shot by Carl Gallagher by accident, she got all my Brenda and he was a heart attack waiting to happen he was overweight he had heart attack written all over him, he was shot though , but he was holding a bag of chips at the time, and at the time when he dies, Frank tells Lilian not to register the death so they can collect his benefits and then they do this funny photo shop picture of the two of them together imposing Frank and Brendan looks together and making it look relievable. I just think it’s a really funny TV show and it’s always my TV program because it’s relaxing and for my autism and I have to have this weird routine for my worst series is series 5, my best series is series one and two and four series six is good series 9 and eight on so great , but like I said when the Gallagher slightly leave and there’s not many of them left and McGuire really hope their own especially Mickey McGuire he is a homophobic homosexual who is very loyal to his family, he writes fiction, really into his movies, and film at college and does plays as well, he also becomes like a dad to Cilla because he’s always looking after while Mimi is doing everything else, anyway if you haven’t seen it, it’s a must watch for anyone especially someone who’s from the UK and in the category of life of someone in shameless.

[reachingforthevoid]

Doctor Who: The Devil's Chord

I watched this on 11 May 2024, when it was first shown on BBC1.

We begin in 1925 during a music lesson, which is interrupted by the Maestro, a new villain with ties to the past—both recent and longer ago. Fabulous lead into the theme tune, too, and out again. Nice touch.

Then we meet the Beatles in 1963… and Cilla Black… and nothing is quite what it should be. Well, of course. This is Dr Who! 

Something tells me there’s more to this story than it appears… and it’s packed to the rafters with stuff.

Little touches like the trans colours in the TARDIS, and Ruby’s casual mention of her queer friends do make me smile. Jinkx Monsoon is fabulous as Maestro. I hope we see them again.

This is a delightful, if pointy, take on the risk “generative AI” poses on human creativity and art, or that Apple ad—how prescient given when this story was made. 

[shadow-bonnie37]

To Have an Empress as your Ler... and later, as your Lee.

Part 1/2 - Tumblr's TicFics are fun to read through, even the Villain League loves them too. And while we're going down that avenue, allow me to share one of my own to you...

Holy hell, that was so corny to type! Anyway, Random and the villains wanna tell you 'bout this one time Green Guy aka The Clovarian King introduced his wife, Priscilla to the Empress of the Underworld, Sadarthrerai Raath for a Hazbin Hotel binge. And remember that part when I said that this was a TicFic as well? Yeah, Green Guy's more prepared than the Empress or his spouse in the end.

Starring: Green Guy (Lee), Courtney "Sadarthrerai" Raath (Ler), Priscilla Green (Lee) and Gosselin Bee (brief appearance).

Beware of Swearing, British terms and Sadarthrerai speaking French!

That's all, enjoy!

Once Upon a Time on a chilly and windy day, it was March (almost April) for the people of The Clovarian Kingdom. And also the kind of day for Green Guy to shout "Cilla! I'm freezing my buttcheeks off! Can I just stop here?!" Don't worry, that's typical of him to do that.

"Bloody hell?! You screech like that every time we have days like this!" Priscilla Green reprimanded. "I'm screeching alright! Bad! I'ma become a big ol' green @$$-icle in, like, 10 minutes!" Her husband of 3 years shot back.

"Surely, he could be use 2 of those minutes to get back indoors. But no, he chooses to throw a wobbly instead of being responsible." Priscilla thought, watching Green Guy slowly carry his winter possessions inside a shed.

After 25 minutes of labor and whining, Green Guy's phone rang. He picked up the older, Victorian Era telephone, The ringtone had a bassoon, cello, and organ play an eerie melody that ended with an F minor chord and wicked, deep laughter. "Hey, it's just Sid!" Green Guy sneered. "Well, answer it then. That ringtone is creepy!" Priscilla thought this 'Sid' person was another guy her husband knew.

He answered the phone call, and was greeted by an agitated and tired Empress Sadarthrerai of the Underworld on other end. "Yo Sid, what the hell's going on, dude? I thought your on vacay-." The demonic voice on the other end shut Green Guy down.

"SILENCE! Don, where's the Bordeaux Stone I told you about?" Sadarthrerai had an extraordinary stressful business trip and trusted Green Guy to guard an enchanted Bordeaux or Maroon Stone while they're away. And where was it, you ask? In the shed with Green Guy's winter stuff. Aw sh*t, if he can't get it out of shed, the stone will be lost and the Demon will have his head fo sho!

Green Guy panicked for a hot second before Priscilla butt in to chastise Sadarthrerai (not knowing of their power). "Your damn crimson boulder is all hunky-dory, don't worry about it. My husband will get back out there and find it." But Sadarthrerai knew Green Guy had forgot about that stone, and told the two other royals, "If you're so sure about the stone being safe... maybe I should change the Hazbin Hotel binge night from my castle to YOUR PALACE instead!"

Double Sh*t! The Empress is coming over?! In Priscilla's mind, she wasn't a big fan of the Underworld ruler, only seeing them a few times, but the sheer thought of them coming over here was enough for her entitlement and jealousy to get the better of her. After all you wouldn't be particularly fond of your husband getting flustered by some other creature, right?

As for Green Guy, he was scared sh*tful, NO SERIOUSLY!! He had 7 large bricks in his pants in, like, 10 seconds! Geez, what the hell did he eat? Either way, with f*cked up pants, he started to pick up the pace. Digging into the shed, trying to find the Empress's stone.

In that very moment, the usually turquoise and white, midday sky turned to a deep Obsidian night sky. The moon split, turning a creepy reddish-fuchsia color while radiating a bold yellow light. And the stars surrounded the light making an outline that... almost looks like... EYES. With the transformation completed, Priscilla looked up in horror to see the eyes in the sky looking directly at her and she screamed. "Who the f*ck did my husband invite to our palace?!" Priscilla thought.

Green Guy perked up, but he bumped his head on a shelf, causing a certain Victorian Era stone to glow. Green Guy climbed up the shelves to follow the glow until he found...

"Sid's Borgnine- Bin- BAH! The red rock! F*CK YES! I FOUND IT!!" He cheered, "I did it! I did it! La la la la la! Go me! Go Green Guy! Go! go! Gimme some!" His singing was terrible and he knew it, but he didn't care.

Hearing that off-key tune, Priscilla Green plugged her ears in detestation. Sadarthrerai Raath manifested in front of Green Guy's wife, and saying "Don, I have arrived! Damn, nosy humans. Have you found my- ARGH!! Mes putains d'oreilles!" Green Guy was still singing off-key, and was now trying to sing opera. The worst part was not only did the Empress have to witness that, but Green Guy thought he was killing it.

Finally, Sadarthrerai hushed the Clovarian king. They gently lifted him and said "DON!! *sigh* Fermez-la, S'il te plaît?" Green Guy nodded, "Hey Sid, didn't really understand you back there." he greeted the demon. "Do have you have my Bordeaux stone? Turns out, some humans wanted to see it after all." Sadarthrerai said sheepishly.

Green Guy chuckles, "Ha! I got it alright, I kinda knew that you'd need the rock." The Empress sighed in relief, setting the green creature down so he can grab the enchanted stone. "Merci beaucoup, Donnie."

Priscilla swiped the stone before her husband could give it to the demonic royal entity. "Hey! Cilla! What gives?!"

"What do you need this rock for? It's almost as big as my head, I feel very gutted that you're cocky enough to hold onto it for some other bird."

"As rude and envious those words are, I still need the Bor- Bar- BAH! I still need this fancy @$$ rock! I gotta return it, y'know?"

"But to whom? A neighborhood beyotch?-"

Sadarthrerai shouted in a deep, booming voice, "CAN YOU TWO STOP DISTRACTING YOURSELVES ALREADY?! I swear if Sir Charles Santley was alive to see this happen, he'd want to die all over again! *panting* I just want the Bordeaux Stone I'll leave."

Green Guy pried the stone from his wife's wings and finally gives it to the Empress. "H-Here," the king stuttered, "and uh- sorry about keeping you waiting." Priscilla was frozen with fear, and still paralyzed as her husband took the opportunity to help the Empress with delivering the stone.

Later that weekend...

"Did you have fun at the museum, Young Gossie? I'm glad Springtime and her husband could help you with the picture."

"I really like him, Auntie Darthy. He let me draw mama, you and the others without the negative reviews! He's like, so smart too! How does everything he know fit in his head?! That's gonna hurt. Haha!"

"Yes, I think so as well. *laughs also* Oh, I'll let you go, Gossie. We'll talk again soon, alright?"

"Okay, bye Auntie Darthy!"

"Fare-thee-well, young one."

Gosselin Bee's picture of the Villains made into the Larvae's Art Museum on the Mothrian Honeycomb Territory. Sadarthrerai giggles along with the young bee, congratulating her for making the decision to participate in the museum. They end the call when their limousine arrives at Green Guy's palace.

As soon as Sadarthrerai arrived at Green Guy's palace for the Hazbin Hotel binge, they were dismayed to find the interior trashed. Now look, Green Guy DID clean up his home, and checked for a spot for the Empress to sit. It hit Sadarthrerai when they realized that Priscilla had unfroze and was loudly arguing with her husband again, but rekt the palace, heirlooms, the food, and now the Empress's patience in the process.

"Ooh! I'm more than cross about all this bickering! All of this needs to stop, now." Sadarthrerai told themselves, looking in a partly shattered mirror in the palace halls and snorted blue flames. "I feel it's time Donnie and Priscilla learnt a teensy lesson, one that'll remind them to decline their outrageous fights in the presence of others and won't hurt them in any physical way."

They stopped outside a ballroom thought for a moment, "Do come on Darth, think of something. And I- I really need to lessen my fidgeting. Oh, and talking to meself. That has to stop too." And with that thought, they finally came up with something that made them smile so wide, they couldn't help but emit a breeze of evil chuckles as their cobra fangs unveiled.

"Back in my early years, that's how the authorities got their souls in check." Sadarthrerai says to themselves, "Even if they had harsh methods, I feel I should give this a shot... without the goats and saltwater, of course."

Triple sh*t, these two poor Clovarian royals didn't expect anything from the Empress but to enjoy some Hazbin Hotel with them. But when Sadarthrerai almost reached the living room; where Priscilla was yeeting glasses and ceramics at her spouse, the demon turned themselves into a black smoke and flew over to the unsuspecting couple. And now... let the games begin!

The first trick was somewhat easier than Sadarthrerai expected, Green Guy was dodging shards of fragile objects until he was being lifted off the floor. Sadarthrerai placed a shield around the green boi, manifested 2 pairs of sentient gloves. One pair started to vibrate upon his hips while another pair started to curiously squeeze Green Guy's neck.

The reaction was almost instant, "Whoa, Hey! Huh? Heh, hehehe. Hahahahaha! W- *gasp* Whahahat's going ohohon?!" Green Guy collapsed, hugging himself in a futile attempt to stop his cackling fit. A spin brush appears at that moment, it sat upon the jaguar's tummy and turned itself on. "Wha- AH! AHAHAHA! *gasp* STOHOHOP! WHAHAHAHY MEHEHEHE?!" Green Guy roared.

Priscilla Green airdropped herself from around a corner, holding 3 china plates. She didn't see the shield until she threw a plate at her husband, the plate shattered as it hit the shield, and Sadarthrerai grinned at the swan's dumbfounded face and started the second trick.

"Donel Craig Green, what the hell are doing?! This isn't a laughing matter! Your precious little Empress is gonna-" Priscilla suddenly realizes that she had some kind of magic strings attached to her (wrists, er... wings I suppose) and was completely immobile unlike her husband who was now freed.

Still having tears in his eyes from all the tickling, Green Guy got to catch his breath and the sight of his wife getting a glove and hairbrush treatment. "I- I can mohove again. Hell yeah, haha... what the? Cilla?! One minute, she's tossing fine china my way. The next, she's... getting tickled by floating gloves and brushes?"

As he walked closer to his wife, she shouted between her laughter, "DOHOHONEHEHEL!! GEHET ME OUTTAHA HEHEHERE!!" Green Guy was too busy wondering who or what was doing this, but looking at the floating items, he noticed a dark blue aura around Priscilla and the items and soon glanced up at the ceiling to see a black haze slowly moving like upside down seawater.

"Uh, Cilla? Is it me or does this blue and black sh*t look familiar?"

"I DOHOHON'T CARE!! BAHAHAHAHA! GEHEHET IT OHOHOFF MEHEHE!! HEHEHE!"

"Take a good look at it, Don..."

"I'm f*ckin' trying! I can't name who this- THE HELL SAID THAT?!"

Green Guy tried to turn around but noticed that more of the strings were on his wrists too. "DAMN IT! HEHEHEY! WHAT GIHIHIVES?!" Some more of the brushes went for his ears, which were almost as sensitive as his tummy.

"Why the anger? I thought today was a day of fun..."

"Sihid, you're hehehere!"

"YOHOHOU!! YOU DIHIHID THIS!!"

Sadarthrerai manifested from the black haze and floated above a futon in front of the royal odd couple, "Right you are, fellow majesties! And thanks for the opportunity to stop your quarrels."

Priscilla Green (though still laughing) was livid with the Demon, "OHOHO, THAHAHAT'S WHAHAT THIS WAHAS ABOHOHOUT?! WHY DIDN'T YOHOHOU TEHELL US?!" Sadarthrerai kept a cool head, and paused the tickling as they replied with, "Because that's no way to act around guests or anyone for that matter." Listen, you can't blame them for saying that, especially considering what happened with the Bordeaux Stone from earlier.

Green Guy's face fell when he saw the gloves from earlier taking off his shoes. "Sid, please! I said I was sorry! Don't do me like this! No! No- GAHAHA AHAHAHA! NOHOHO!"

"YES. I still think that I have you know that I already forgave you," the Empress turns to Priscilla, tail wiggling towards her, "But you, mon cygne chéri, has still yet to make up for making me wait."

"Oi! Don, you tell me SMACK about the red stone! Why'd you keep something like that away from me- EEHEHEKK!!"

Priscilla got attacked by Sadarthrerai's tail and the tickle tools again, but these ticklers looked different. As in, the tools took the forms of spirits, sparkling feathers, and enchanted dust.

Goodness Golly Gosh, talk about a Tickle Hell. "TAHAHAHA!! NAHAHA! TIK- AAHEHEHE! FAHAHAHAHACK!! PLEHEHE- AH!! AHAHAHA!" Priscilla Green couldn't think straight or speak coherently, at that point, she begged for any solution to the Empress' torture.

But luckily for her, Sadarthrerai is not one to skip to death penalties and didn't have any intention to kill her. They sighed, got off the futon, and walked in front of the now nearly driven mad swan. Priscilla couldn't feel the tickling as the demon spoke to her via a very reasonable telepathic message.

"Lady Priscilla Green, I'll admit that I've owned Donnie's soul for nearly 2 years, and I must warn you that arguing or starting violent scenes in the presence of guests isn't acceptable by ANY means. In fact, it's just distasteful to see a young royal choosing to quarrel instead of sitting down and talking about the matter... (whispering) quietly." Looking at her sternly in the eyes, they ordered, "I'll give you one more chance to clean up your act, and to spare both you and your husband's souls."

Priscilla hesitated, then said in a surrendering tone, "Ugh... f... f... fine. What bloody contract do I have to fill just to be your puppet?"

"Oh, none." Sadarthrerai replied with slight annoyance, for they've heard the 'slave' and 'being kept on a leash' hoax over and over. But stayed calm as they explained, "Donnie and I made a deal just like this, and ended the connection with a single handshake."

"What kind of b- bargain did you 2 make?"

"Long story short: I joined his Villain League and *ahem* 'sort of' taught to act around guests (mainly females), and in return, he apologizes greatly to Springtime734, and have her assist us in defeating the Blue Wizard as an ally. The only part of the deal that wasn't really intended to happen was for us to form a legitimate friendship."

Of course, Priscilla would ask, "B- What do you mean by (mainly females)? Hasn't he seen a girl before me? Argh! That was you, wasn't it?"

Sadarthrerai face blushed a neon green color in a shy smile, which was enough for Priscilla dodge that route, but what deal does the Empress have for her?

Getting back on topic, Sadarthrerai managed to discuss their deal, "One favor for me to release you and Don and to refrain from negative conflicts as long as your guests are around, and in return, you shall... Hmm?"

Priscilla managed to raise her right wing with the Demon giving her a curious look. "Y'know, that fight from earlier in the day gave me an idea. Don's always gone for nights, doing Lucifer knows what with you his other friends, well guess what? I'm not going to be left behind, ignored, or have secrets kept from me anymore! I'd like be one of his gang, doing whatever we please to whoever's stopping us."

"So you're telling me that you're going to join the Villain League?"

"So long as I'm not getting tossed in the boot for something... *makes evil face* that git thinks is more dishy than me."

Sadarthrerai wasn't too pleased with the way Priscilla phrased her request (or demand in her eyes), but they knew the swan needed to learn from an experience in that level. Then again, Green Guy has started to fall for Springtime734, and with Priscilla on the team, it could be a reminder that he is still married and she's assigned to help protect both sides from the aforementioned Wizard. Both spouses can keep each other in check.

Satisfied with the offer, Sadarthrerai said, "Very well then. One favor for me to release you and your husband and to refrain from negative conflicts as long as your guests are around, and in return, you shall become a member of the Villain League. And you're sure you're not worried about becoming a member?"

"Of course I'm not worried, unless your earlier blushing meant something dodgy."

"(Ahem) Not at all. Anyway, do we have a deal?" They put their right claw in front of the swan, she knew that was the only way to know what her husband and Springtime were up to at that point. So she raised her right wing, said the word "Deal," and placed the wing in the Demon's somehow cushiony, velvet feeling claw.

In that moment, Green Guy felt released from the tickling and comically flopped face first on the wool carpet. He had been tickled so long and so much, that he had been paralyzed, he still had floods of tears flowing down his face and his voice sounded higher, weary, and constantly cracked. "Hahaha... heh... heheh... aahh... huh? I-it stopped? Yeah! Finally, thanks Sid!"

"No problem, Donnie. Are you okay?"

"Th- thought I was gonna die there, heh. Hurgh! Gah- mrph! Ah- ow! Uh Sid?"

"Yes, mon chéri?"

"I can't move my @$$, is that bad?"

"No no, not at all. But it is to be expected after being intensely tickled for so long."

"C'mon Sid, don't do me like this. Gotta watch Hazbin later, y'know?"

"Yes, I'm well aware. And Priscilla, remember our little chat?"

"How could I forget you entering my brain JUST NOW? How did you do- uh, nevermind. Don, I've thought about your nights out with your Villain League, and-"

Sadarthrerai was recording Evidence of Priscilla Green asking nicely to join the Villain League. Priscilla succeeded her side of the deal, which made Green Guy blurt, "HELL YEAH! I CAN'T WAIT SHOW U OUR SH*T!! Right, Sid?" Sadarthrerai tries to hide satisfied chuckling, but their fur stood on end when they realized Green Guy was rubbing his face on the Empress's snake tail and growling softly.

The Empress is startled by this and hisses like, well a snake. They stifled an intrusive smile as their eyes glow like the aforementioned sky transformation but with inverted colors (now red sclera and pale yellow irises).

"Hey, Sid? I said 'we can't to show Cilla our totally cool, Villain sh*t'! Ain't that right, Sid?"

"Pfft! (Ahem) Yes, o- of course. Just watch where you're nuzzling, alright?"

"M'kay, but I swear I heard you hissing just now. You okay?"

"Nevermind that! Uh, I'm alright. Who wants to watch Hazbin Hotel?"

At the end of the Hazbin Hotel binge (it was morning)...

Green Guy was the only one who was still awake for the end of Hazbin season 1, he looked at the still asleep Empress and spouse and remembered the night before. Y'know where after the wrecking, he nuzzled Sadarthrerai's tail? Yeah, he stroked Priscilla's hair as he tried that nuzzling again but added his own tail and succeeded in making the demonic royal entity smile and emit a hissing titter in their sleep for a little bit.

"Zzzzzzz... heh... zzz- (hiss) Hehehey, Lâchez-moi. Kekekeke... lâchez-moi- hehe. Ohohoho, t- t- tehehe. So tickly..."

Tickly? Green Guy was on Cloud 9 when he heard Sadarthrerai say that. Come on, he just found out that an Empress of the Underworld was just as ticklish as he and his wife. But soon noticed that his tail moved towards Priscilla's ribs, his tail's wagging wound up tickling his wife, she laughed too, but not as much as the Empress.

"Zzz- Hahaha. Don, stop it..."

Green Guy moves his tail over and says to the snoozing girls,

"Heh, what we did last night was pretty cool. Now that I know you're ticklish too, I do you a favor and keep this between us, mkay? And besides, now I kinda like your laugh... both of you."

With that, he nestles himself in between the ladies and finally dozes off. Thinking about how Sadarthrerai managed to settle he and his wife's arguments with something they ALL (kinda) enjoy, and hopefully wishes to get the Demon back sometime... maybe when they're doing something relaxing instead.

So yeah, that's the first part of this story. Whatcha think? I'm excited for Sadarthrerai to be tickled too, but until then I'm gonna go to bed now I'm tired...

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Ugh. You won't believe this. I'm sorry to bug you, but I just needed to vent.

I saw some idiot on twitter saying that when E met Priscilla he had an eleven year old girl living with him in Germany. They mentioned Scotty Moore said that in his book so I looked it up. What he said was at the time E met Cilla, he had an "even younger German girl" (his words) living in the house with his father and grandmother. Except...well, I can't find any proof of this; there’s no evidence nor mention of this girl (or how old she was) anywhere else in the book nor in any other books written about him. No proof he had anyone else like that living with him in Germany.

So I don’t think that claim is true. Where do people come up with this stuff anyway? How do you not get into an argument with these idiots? Because it's super annoying.

ugh, believe it or not, baby, im not surprised at all. but you could never bug me !!! 💖 sorry it took me so long to answer this, but rest assured i haven't calmed down about this any since you first sent it 😅

a couple notes‐ honestly, i'm inclined to believe scotty. NOT TWITTER to clarify lol.. eleven seems young for him even if you are looking to view e through the most unflattering light possible 😬 but it seems likely to me that he had another teenage girl maybe not uh. officially on the lease or anything but staying over most nights ! more than ONE even sounds plausible.. we all know that someone didn't like his bed cold.!

people who claim to hate elvis sure spend an awful lot of time reviling him on the internet, especially by regurgitating half-remembered anecdotal evidence without citing their sources. 🙄 on the other hand, it's also easy to fall into the trap of too-faithful elvis historian; by that i mean that the fact that so much of his life is documented sometimes makes us complacent in our belief that if it can't be verified by multiple primary sources that it must not have happened. but we can't always say, and getting too involved as if the historical accuracy of one particular proposed event is the end-all be-all of elvis fandom can get exhausting.!

i wouldn't be surprised to find out either way, that this was or wasn't true. but you're free to make up your own mind, and if it distresses you, then fwiw i think you Totally have a leg to stand on affirming it never happened, like you said !! ultimately, it doesn't have much bearing on right now- if you like elvis, this vague and nebulous criticism probably isn't the thing that'll make you stop liking elvis, and if you hate elvis, you're probably determined to keep doing that regardless.

regarding the twitdiots- while looking into this claim i found a lady on there who legitimately believed that agent elvis tells the true story of how e was experimented on and mind controlled into drug abuse by the government.. like she said That with her whooole chest. so i don't put much stock in public opinion over there 😂😂💀

i want to fight those people extremely often (they're not just on twitter, either- it seems to have died down a little praise GOD but especially in early days after the movie there was a wave of ppl on here who would put their elvis hate in the main tags. WHICH DROVE ME BATTY), but i come from the "don't feed the trolls" era of fandom. as much as id like to rip 'em a new one when they rehash the same two issues over and over and OVER again ad nauseum, i content myself with the fact that they're living a pathetic existence in which they actively choose to fill their life with something they dislike for... no discernable reason.?

no one who spends their time bringing up a dead celebrity at all opportunities just to bash them is actually open to a discussion. and i do think there is a discussion to be had- his life was certainly very troubled, and i think there are a lot of nuanced issues that benefit from being spoken about openly !!!

but i like to debate bc i like to WIN- so jackasses tend to be a waste of my time 😘