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I have pillowed semi-succesfully

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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.

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Gentle On My Mind - Chapter 7

Initially set in 1967 when Elvis is filming Clambake. Feeling miserable and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company through the last five days of filming. Gloria is an aspiring movie editor and more importantly she's a lot of fun. Will she be what Elvis needs to get him out of the depressive funk he's in?

Catch up with the other parts here.

Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather being my beta reader on this one.

A/N: We're up to 1968 now...

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Gloria, a budding film editor.

Word count: 5.1K

TWs: Infidelity, p in v sex, fingering, possessive kink, size kink, dirty photos, angst.

Elvis doesn’t say a word on the drive back to the set, and he refuses to let any of the guys help him pack his things, closing the trailer door in their faces angrily. He takes his time putting clothes in bags, staring around the room at everything of hers that’s still there. Part of him is hoping if he does this slowly enough she’ll be back to pick up her things too. He’d spent the whole journey looking desperately for her car in the rear view mirror and not seeing it. But what would be the point? He wonders. Seeing her again wouldn’t change anything. If anything, it would make things worse. 

Picking up the last of his possessions, he suddenly realises he hadn’t ever given Gloria anything. He looks at his hands, but he’s barely wearing any rings, and he doesn’t want to just carelessly take one off for her. She deserves better than that. He scans the room again but there’s nothing. Sitting down on the bed, heavily, he wallows in self-pity. He can’t believe she is the one girl he hasn’t given something to. Even the rose he gave her on the first day she was on set was taken away again by Charlie. How will she remember him now?

***

Gloria walks around the trailer slowly, gathering her things. She’d waited for a long time before driving back from the beach. Partly because it took her a long time to calm down, and partly to avoid running into Elvis again. She wonders who really has the power to drag him away from her like this, she’s not sure that it’s the guy who found them and drove him back. That guy had looked strangely familiar, although she can’t place him now. Once she’s packed she sits on the bed and thinks of all the fun they’d had in this trailer. All the things he’d told her, the tears he’d shed. She can’t believe how sad she feels right now. Sighing, she picks up her bag and heads towards the door. It was just a fling, she tells herself. You’ll be over it in a week or so.

***

A couple of days later the wedding photos are plastered all over the papers. He looks so happy, Gloria starts to wonder if what happened on the beach was just because he felt guilty. Maybe he felt like he should’ve been sad, maybe he felt like she wanted him to make love to her like that. Make love. She shakes her head, trying to knock the words back out of it again. Absolute nonsense. It was just a fling for both of you. This proves it. 

***

“Let’s get rid of them. Come on. Let’s burn them. It’ll be a fresh start for both of us.” 

Elvis holds the books in his hands. It probably is best to put all of this stuff behind him, now Larry is gone. Cilla is probably right. He feels a pang of regret as he throws them, one by one, into the flames. His hand grips the numerology book, immediately thinking of Gloria telling him she was just a foolish impulsive girl and he’d be president someday. He swallows down the lump in his throat. 

“A fresh start,” he repeats, tossing the book into the fire, watching as the edges curl up and then the whole thing is engulfed in flames. “A fresh start together.”

***

It’s the third day of filming in LA for Chautauqua. As usual, Elvis is disappointed by the script. But he doesn’t have many more of these left to make, and at least this is a little different from his usual movies. After the disappointment of Charro! he actually feels okay about it. Plus, he’s just finished wrapping the Singer special and that’s something he’s definitely proud of. Finally finding a way to get back to seeing an audience again, the whites of people’s eyes. He’s still afraid of what people might think when they see it on TV. Does he still have it? But his confidence is back. Sometime soon he’ll be back in front of real audiences again. Just like he told Cilla he wanted. 

He’s making his way to the set for the day when he thinks he hears a familiar giggle. Gloria. He shakes his head. It can’t be her, why would she be…

“Elvis!” Suddenly she’s right in front of him, the same exuberant smile, the same beautiful face. His eyes scan down her body and he notices she’s dressed a little more demurely than the last time he saw her. She grins. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Well I mean it’s my movie, honey. Think it should be me surprised to see you, not the other way around.”

He kisses her cheek, his hand on her arm. His eyes are sparkling, the blue set off wonderfully against the white suit he’s wearing, and it takes everything in her not to melt there and then. 

“I’m here helping with the editing work,” she explains, trying to control the blush that she’s sure has spread over her cheeks. 

“Oh really? That’s wonderful,” he replies, warmly. 

They both stand there for a while, looking at each other, not sure what to say or do. Eventually Gloria breaks the silence. 

“Congratulations, by the way. On your marriage, and your little girl.”

Elvis’ mouth curls into a lop-sided grin. “Ah, thank you. She sure is the apple of my eye.”

“I’m sure. I um… I have some news too.”

“Oh yeah?” Still smiling. 

“I’m engaged!” She waggles her finger at him, showing off the diamond ring there. “Getting married as soon as this wraps up actually. History repeating.”

His face falls, though he tries hard to recover. ‘Oh… ah… uh… well congratulations. I never thought ya were the marrying type, but uh… guess I was wrong.”

She smiles. “Well, when you find the right person it’s the only thing to do. You know that, of course. You have Priscilla.”

She doesn’t mean it to come out like that, so cold and accusatory, but it does. He nods curtly. 

“Yeah, sure. Anyway, I better go. Needed on set.”

“Good luck!” Gloria replies, brightly, trying to fix what she’d just done. “Break a leg!”

***

They spend the month of filming largely avoiding each other, and being polite when they find themselves in the same place at the same time. Gloria can’t help the feeling when she sees him though, every time her heart leaps and that familiar tingling starts between her legs. She bites her lip and closes her eyes and tries hard to think about her fiance instead. Roger had told her he loved her after three dates. He’d moved in after a month. He bought her pretty gifts every day and told her how he couldn’t live without her. She liked him. Of course she did, maybe she even loved him. But the important part was his devotion to her, which was unquestionable. Everything he did was to make her happy. She’d never experienced anything like it. So when he popped the question, of course she said yes. Then work sent her to LA, and she knew she’d see Elvis again. She’d tried to avoid reading about him, since the day his wedding was in all the papers. Thought that perhaps, over a year later, she’d got over their little fling. She had a man now who wanted her and needed her and provided for her. Once they were married she’d give this job up. But she had wanted to do this last movie, just to see that her feelings were really gone. Of course, they weren’t. 

She knows they’re really not gone the night her and some of the crew crowd around a television set to watch the Singer special. Of course she’s seen him on TV before, when she was much younger, but only once. After all the furore about his wiggling hips her parents put a stop to her watching him, even that awful show where they made him sing to the dog. And she saw him sing on set, when he was filming Clambake. But it’s nothing like this. For a start, he looks so damn good in that leather suit. The sweat is just dripping off him and Gloria can’t help having flashbacks to the time he carried her on his shoulder and then spanked her. But it isn’t just the way he looks, it’s the way he acts. The man she met on the set of Clambake was a shell in comparison to this. She can see he starts off the sit-down part slightly shy, awkward, a little nervous. But by the end, as he sings Memories to two girls on either side of him, that’s all gone. He’s a performer. He’s in his element. 

Her heart is beating so fast by the end of it. She feels like the whole thing was a whirlwind of singing and dancing and him on his knees in that suit, singing like a man possessed. Her brain tells her over and over again to go back to her trailer and touch herself, get it out of her system. But her legs carry her to Elvis’ trailer, and she stands outside looking in. He’s still in his Walter Hale get up, for some reason, but his hat is off and his hair is wild. The guys are all in there, laughing and cheering, all so excited they’ve clearly forgotten to put someone outside as a guard. All the same, she can’t go knocking on the door, not with so many of them about. She notices the guy that came down to get him from the beach that day, Joe? She’d remembered where she knew him from, several weeks after filming had wrapped. It just floated into her head one day. He was the guy at the party who’d told her about the beach. That’s how he knew exactly how to find them when they were gone. 

She walks back to her trailer and tries to make good on her promise to herself of masturbation and then sleep. But she keeps seeing flashes of him from that show, and she knows he’s not far away. And worst of all, she knows he’s still wearing that white suit. She groans. The only thing to do is call Roger. 

“Hi honey, it’s me,” she announces, brightly. 

“Oh… um… hi honey. How come you’re calling so late? Something wrong?” He sounds sleepy. 

She looks at her watch. It is kinda late. “Nothing wrong, just wanted to hear your voice.” Nothing wrong, nothing like I’m only just holding it together not to run into the trailer across the way and fuck Elvis Presley senseless. 

“Well that’s very sweet, but I was just in bed.”

“Oh. Naked?” She asks, hopefully. 

“C’mon Gloria, you know I never sleep naked. And I’m really tired. Let’s just talk tomorrow, can we?”

“Did you uh… did you see that Elvis thing on the TV tonight?” She has no idea why she’s asking this, beyond trying to keep him on the phone. 

“No. Look, honey, I really need my rest. I’ve got work tomorrow.” 

“Okay, sorry. I just missed you, is all.”

“I miss you too Gloria, but it won’t be long before you finish this movie now and then you and I never need to be apart again. Love you.”

And without waiting for her to reply, he puts the phone down. Gloria frowns. He’s usually so much more excited to talk to her than this. He’s probably just tired. It is late. She takes a few deep breaths and tries to stop thinking about Elvis and the sweat pouring off him as he sings. Her hand moves to her belly and the temptation to touch herself thinking about him gets even worse. She pours herself a drink and puts a record on. Think about something else. Anything else. 

Three drinks later and all remaining sensible thoughts are gone. She pulls a fur coat and her boots on and walks out of her trailer towards his. It’s much quieter than before and the blinds are down so she can’t see inside this time. Crossing her fingers that he’s alone, she knocks on the door. It’s a while before he finally appears, looking slightly dishevelled, raking his hair back from his face. He’s shocked to see her. 

“Glory.”

“Can I come in?”

He nods and opens the door wide for her, feeling her brush past him in the small doorway. Closing it before turning to face her. 

“You okay?” He asks, tentatively. 

She shakes her head. “No,” she replies, and before he has a chance to ask why her arms are around his neck and her tongue is in his mouth. 

He pulls her towards him with his big hands, holding her body tightly. “Shit,” he mutters, as they come up for air. “Thought ya were gettin’ married?”

She shakes her head in a way that tells him not to talk about that. Her eyes trail over his body in the white suit of Walter Hale and she tries hard not to moan audibly. 

“I watched the special,” she manages to get out before he kisses her again. 

“What d’ya think?” He asks, his breath hot on her cheek, trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth down her neck. 

“Fuck me.” 

He giggles into her ear. “That good, huh?”

“I really wanna tell you about it…” she breathes. “But first I really need you to fuck me with that big dick.”

“Oh God, I’ve missed that filthy mouth of yours.”

She giggles and they stand there for a moment, just looking into one another’s eyes. He’s missed more than just her filthy mouth. This energy, this joy. He’s missed her terribly. 

“Can you keep the suit on, though?”

He blinks. “What? The whole thing? Wardrobe will be mad with me if we mess it up…”

“Will they? Do you need to wear it again?” Her head is tilted to the side and she’s smirking at him. 

He can’t help smirking back. “Okay, fine. I don’t care. You want me to leave it on, I’ll leave it on.”

She bites her lip. “The jacket can go,” pushing it off his shoulders. “And we don’t need this tie,” undoing it and throwing it on the floor. “But the rest can stay.”

“What about the hat?” He asks, picking it up from the table he’d left it on earlier. 

She giggles, remembering that first night in his trailer when he’d put on a hat and a jacket and pretended to be her boss. “Put it on, let’s have a look.”

He grins, putting it on his head and then spotting a cigar on the table and putting that between his teeth too. “Ya like Walter, do ya baby?”

Giggling and nodding. “You gonna smoke that while you fuck me?”

“If you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“C’mere,” he pushes her coat off her shoulders then picks her up in his arms and carries her over to the bed, putting her down carefully. She kicks off her boots.

Catching a glimpse of the long mirror on the closet door out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly has an idea he’s sure she’ll like. 

“You wanna watch yourself?” Nodding at the mirror. 

Gloria can hardly believe her ears. “Are you… okay?” She asks, but she doesn’t really want an answer. She likes him like this.

Elvis laughs, pulling her back up from the bed again and standing her in front of the mirror, his arms around her waist. He kisses her neck, cigar back in his hand for a moment.

“This way you can see me in this suit you like so much. And you can see yourself, getting fucked by my big dick.”

His hand moves down between her legs and squeezes. She hums with pleasure, grinning at his reflection. “I’d like that, big boy.” 

He pulls a lighter out of his pocket, lighting the cigar and puffing out a cloud of smoke around her. She can’t help giggling, until he unzips her pants and slides his hand into her panties. She gasps as his fingers touch her pussy and he presses more hot kisses to her neck. Roger never touches her like this.

“I don’t like it when girls wear pants, baby,” he tells her, teeth grazing her earlobe. 

“I better take them off then,” she replies, quickly reaching to shimmy them off. 

He grins. “Might as well take it all off,” he suggests, stepping back to take another drag of the cigar and look at her from behind and then at her reflection again. 

Gloria’s heart races at the idea of her being completely naked, in front of a mirror, and him behind her still wearing all his clothes. That TV special has certainly done something for his confidence levels, she thinks. She unbuttons her blouse and tosses it onto the floor, unhooking her bra and removing that too, so she’s just in her panties and socks. She looks back at his reflection in the mirror. 

He smirks around the cigar. “All of it, honey.”

She does as he asks, standing naked in front of the mirror. He takes the cigar out of his mouth so he can kiss her shoulder. 

“You’ve got a beautiful body, Glory. I missed it.”

“I missed your big dick.”

They both giggle, Elvis pulling her back against him. He slides his fingers back between her legs and starts to rub slow circles around her clit. 

“Your fiance…” he murmurs, close to her ear. 

“Average-sized,” she replies, quickly, panting a little at the pleasure building already. 

She knows it won’t be long before he makes her come, she’s so het up already.

“Mmm. That’s a shame, baby.”

“He’s nothing… like you,” she moans. 

Elvis smirks, taking another drag on his cigar as his fingers speed up their movements, watching her face in the mirror. 

“Come for me, Glory.”

She whimpers, tipping her head back and exposing her throat for his kisses. Her legs shake as the pleasure builds and builds and then finally reaches that wonderful crescendo. Moaning, her back arching, her head flopping onto his shoulder. 

“Mmmm. Good girl.”

She breathes hard, chest heaving, body tingling all over. He holds her for a few moments and then kisses her cheek. 

“Fuck. Elvis. That was so good.”

“Better than anything you’ve had lately?” His breath hot against her ear. 

She laughs, and elbows him in the side. “Stop that.”

“Okay, okay.” He runs his fingers down her sides gently. “How about you lean forward and put your hands on the closet… and spread your legs.”

“Something has happened to you since I saw you last,” she says, leaning forward and putting her hands on either side of the mirror.

He looks down at her ass and gives it a gentle slap, grinning as he grips his cigar between his teeth and unzips his pants, his dick standing to attention as soon as he releases it from the underpants he’d been forced to wear with the suit. Slowly starting to push inside her, he groans at how tight she is. Pulling her against him when he bottoms out, his mouth next to her ear again. 

“You’re so tight, Glory. Don’t think this man of yours can be giving you everything you need, hm?”

Gloria’s head spins. She loves Roger. Loves him. But the things Elvis is saying are turning her on so much. And he’s so good at this. 

“Hm?” He repeats, pulling back and thrusting into her, hard. 

She whimpers as he lets her body go and she falls against the mirror, looking at her own reflection smudged against the glass. He obviously wants an answer. 

“No…” she breathes, trying to get her hands back on the closet before he thrusts inside her again. 

“You like this?” He asks, starting to pick up a steady pace now, holding her hair to arch her back. “You like being fucked with this big dick?”

“Yes… Mr Presley…”

Smoke billows from his cigar as he continues to pound her pussy, watching his dick disappear into her over and over again, and then looking at her flushed, beautiful face in the mirror. She groans at the intensity of the feeling, knowing her second orgasm is coming soon. The sex was so good before, but this is unbelievable. She loves him being so dominant. 

He can feel her pussy clenching around him and it spurs him on to fuck her harder, knowing she must be getting close again. 

“Gonna come for me again?” He murmurs, mouth still around the cigar. 

“Yes… ohhhh…” she moans, feeling him hit that place inside her again and again. 

“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

Her eyes go wide at his words, hands sliding onto the glass of the mirror, making it hard for her to stay upright. She manages to mumble, “mmm.”

“I wanna hear you say it,” he repeats. 

His impending orgasm is making him feel a little crazy, like he somehow wants to get one over on this guy who’s stealing his girl. His Glory. 

“You’re… the best… I’ve ever… had…” she pants, and then falls forward, her face against the mirror as he keeps going, relentless, fucking her like a man possessed. 

Her orgasm crashes into her with such force she almost screams, her walls squeezing him over and over as he continues to thrust. He moans and slams his palm against the closet as he comes deep inside her. Slowly, weakly pumping his hips a few more times and then falling against her fully. 

“Fuck me,” she says quietly, from between him and the closet mirror. “One TV special and you just think you’re God’s gift all of a sudden.” 

“Oh… ah… honey I-I…” he stammers, until he sees her face in the mirror, grinning at him. Realising she’s teasing. “Oh, you’re naughty.” 

He stands up and pulls her against him, his arms around her waist, growling into her ear. She giggles and squirms, but she’s enjoying the feeling of him still gradually softening inside her. He stops abruptly as he looks at the floor. 

“Ah. Shit.” Letting her go so he can pick up the cigar that is burning a hole in the carpet. 

She turns around and laughs. “Oh my God. Let’s try not to set the trailer on fire.” 

She admires him in the suit again as he puts the cigar out safely in an ashtray. But she wants to see his body now. 

“Let's get you out of this.” Her fingers undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. 

He smiles and lets her take his clothes off, feeling so much happier about his body now he’s lost that bit of extra weight. She stops to look at him once he’s naked, her hands exploring every inch of his skin as she follows her fingers with kisses. He’s lost the squishiness around his middle, and she’s almost sad about it. He’s so slight without clothes on, she wonders if he’s been eating enough. 

He’s still bashful though, laughing and blushing and asking her if she’s finished yet as she kneels down in front of him and runs her fingers down his legs. She giggles back, looking up at him through her lashes, wondering herself what on earth she’s doing. But she can’t stop, she even kisses his toes. She wants to touch every bit of him. His breathing is uneven as he stares down at her. No woman has ever done anything like this to him. She stands up again slowly and he takes her hand in his and leads her to the bed. They get under the covers and then just stare at one another, him absent-mindedly stroking her cheek as she runs her fingers through his hair. 

“So, what did ya think of the Special, then?” He finally asks. 

She grins. “Incredible. You were amazing. I’ve never seen you move like that before. And the songs… I loved the whole thing. You must be proud.”

He smiles a little. He supposes he is. “Yeah. I’m really proud of the way it turned out. The Colonel wanted a Christmas special, but Steve really stood up to him.”

“A Christmas special?”

“Yeah, he wanted snowmen and presents and me in a Christmas sweater…”

Gloria giggles. “Oh well I’m sure you would’ve looked cute, but… I mean that suit…” 

“You liked it?”

She puts her hand on his face, gently moving his hair back from his forehead. Some things hadn’t changed about him. He still needed constant reassurance. 

“Obviously I liked it, it was tight and it made you sweat.”

He laughs, and she thinks about how pronounced his cheekbones are now. 

“You think I look better than I did when I saw you last?” He asks, almost shyly. 

“I think you’re just fishing for compliments now,” she teases, her arm around him and her leg between his. 

“Well I think you look real good Glory,” he tells her, pulling her tightly against him and kissing her neck again. “Thought ya might want to compliment me back.”

She laughs, rolling him onto his back and biting his neck. “I told you how good you looked already. You’re so needy.”

He growls, easily overpowering her and rolling on top of her. “I’ve been dieting. And I love food. C’mon.”

He leans down and starts nibbling on her collarbone, making her giggle. “Don’t eat me!”

“No?” He raises an eyebrow and smirks. 

She shoves his chest, laughing, and pushes him back off her again. They tussle back and forth for a while, giggling until they’re both out of breath. 

“You looked good when we met and you look good now. I love you no matter how you look.” 

The words are out of her mouth before she notices the inclusion of the word love. She buries her head in his chest, wondering what to do next. Does she love him? Well, she certainly just said she does. Does he love her? He has a wife. 

Elvis looks down at her, stroking her hair gently. “I love you too, Glory.”

It doesn’t matter whether we love one another, she thinks. That’s irrelevant. She looks up, slowly. “Elvis, I’m getting married.”

“You don’t have ta.”

Gloria swallows, hard. “But you’re already married. And I want to… I… I’m going to marry Roger.”

“His name is Roger?” Elvis is struggling not to smirk. 

“Stop it!” She shoves him again, laughing. 

“He’s not going to satisfy you, Glory.”

“And neither are you, Elvis. You’re married and you have a baby, and a career. And I… can’t wait around for my own family.”

Elvis sighs. “Cilla and I aren’t… I mean, we don’t sleep together anymore…”

Gloria shakes her head. “I don’t want to hear this. I don’t… I’m getting married and that’s all there is to it.” She pauses for a moment. “But I’ll stay here tonight if you want me to.”

“Of course I want you to.”

Elvis feels jealousy coursing through his veins, the urge to find this Roger and tell him to call it off with her is huge and he wants to demand to know her address so he can go right now. He tries to swallow it all down. Maybe she’ll change her mind if she stays tonight. Surely he can persuade her if she stays in his trailer for the next week or so, until filming wraps. There’s no way they’re going to be able to stay apart now.

They spend the rest of the night talking, rather than sleeping, and several hours in Elvis remembers something he’d brought with him to set. He pulls out a polaroid camera, it’s big and expensive and it produces photographs immediately. Gloria’s eyes light up when he explains the concept to her. 

“Can I take some of you, honey?” He asks. 

She grins. “Dirty photos?”

He blushes, a little of the old insecurity back. “Well, only if ya want to…”

“Of course I want to! You fucked me in front of a mirror with your Walter Hale outfit on. Obviously I wanna do filthy stuff.”

He takes a few photos of her face, and then she starts to pose like a pin up girl so he takes photos of her like that. Then she starts to pose like the centrefold of a dirty mag and he takes some of her like that, too. He finds himself between her legs, taking a shot of her pussy and barely even blushing. After a while she holds her hands out. 

“C’mon. I want some of you.”

He looks a little uncomfortable, so she gets up and grabs his white hat and another cigar. 

“Here. Let me have one with you like this.”

She lies back on the bed and takes a photo of him leaning over her, smirking around the cigar. 

“That better just be my face.”

“That one was,” she replies, gesturing for him to lie on his back and getting up on her knees to take another. “But this one definitely isn’t.”

He grabs her waist and pulls her on top of him, and it’s all she can do to avoid hitting him with the camera. “Let’s see.”

They tussle again for a while and then sit up, looking through the photos. He tries to tell her she can’t keep the photo of his dick but she just giggles and tells him she’ll keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Eventually they fall asleep in one another’s arms. 

Gloria wakes up after only a couple of hours of sleep and looks at her watch. 6am. He’ll be awake in an hour or so to start filming again. She looks at him sleeping peacefully next to her. Then she looks at the photos again and smiles. Slips them into her handbag and gets dressed quietly. She can’t stay here. Can’t stay on set. She’ll just end up in his bed every night and then what will happen with her and Roger? Elvis will never commit to her like Roger has. She sighs, pulling on her boots and coat. 

She can’t wake him up or he’ll just beg her to stay. But she feels funny about leaving without saying anything too. She looks around briefly for a pen, and when she can’t find one she takes her lipstick out of her bag. Applying it to her lips she picks up one of the pin-up style photos he’d taken of her and presses a kiss to it. Turning it over she scrawls on the back. 

“Sorry big boy. You know I love you. Glory xx”

Quietly slipping out of the trailer she thinks she will probably never see him in person again. She sighs. Well, they’d at least had some fun.

***

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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 😬)

[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.:

[cruesuffix]

Cilla mostly spent that Graceland money and her daughters inheritance on Scientology and her own personal lifestyle

And allegedly cilla is now in debt. That’s why she made that movie about herself. She even said a lot of the scenes are fabricated

ugh yeah she’s a scientologist too…yikes! hate that these types of ppl are so bad with their money they have to torture us with lame stuff because of it. like maybe save your money and you wouldn’t have to make an inaccurate film about yourself.

[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.

[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.

[pavlovianfuckery]

mutuals i am tenderly feeding you these

[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 😘