#priscilla chambers

[yourbelgianthings]

thinking about when priscilla chambers was up for extermination (it was the operation game with actual shocks) and she joked can't we just do a lip sync or something clearly referencing drag race and then s5 monsters of rock part one BOOM it actually happens and everyone's jaw was on the floor, i know it's not how dragula works but it was just really funny to watch as someone who is also a fan of drag race

[gorillaxyz]

prepare to be drawn badly. stupid shit

[perfettamentechic]

21 febbraio … ricordiamo …

21 febbraio … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2018: Emma Chambers, attrice britannica. Era sposata con l’attore Ian Dunn. (n. 1964) 2017: Brunella Bovo, all’anagrafe Bruna Bovo, attrice cinematografica e attrice televisiva italiana attiva fra gli anni cinquanta e sessanta del XX secolo e risultò anche accreditata in un film a fine carriera con lo pseudonimo Barbara Hudson. (n. 1930) 2015: Luca Ronconi, attore teatrale e regista teatrale…

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

In the spring of 1348, Windenburg was crumbling under the weight of the Black Death. Countless lives succumbed to the relentless plague, streets transformed into macabre scenes of despair. The pervasive stench of burning flesh lingered. The once-thriving city now echoed with the cries of mourning, as the relentless specter of death cast a sinister shadow over every corner. The realm itself seemed to be ensnared in an earthly hell, gripped by an unforgiving fate that spared none.

The merciless plague showed no mercy, claiming victims indiscriminately, children included. Within a heartbeat, entire family legacies crumbled into oblivion. Hope and prayer, feeble defenses against an insidious foe, echoed through homes turned into sanctuaries of desperation. The haunting specter of annihilation lingered, leaving shattered lives in its wake, a testament to the fragility of existence in the relentless grip of the Black Death.

Within the walls of Windenburg Castle, now sealed and guarded, none were granted entry. King Wilhelm, in a rare act of mercy, permitted his aunt, Dorthea, and two cousins, David and Richard, to seek refuge within. Accompanied by David's wife, Corrine, and their two children, Albert and Claudine, they entered the castle grounds before the doors were sealed, shutting out the menacing cries that lurked beyond. The castle became their sanctuary, safeguarded against the relentless onslaught of the Black Death that ravaged the world outside.

Amidst the shadows of the castle, King Wilhelm, David, and Richard gathered around the round table, their countenances marked by deep concern. Expressing gratitude, Richard acknowledged Wilhelm's generosity in providing refuge and began to recount the dire situation outside the castle walls. He detailed the profound suffering endured by David, whose household had succumbed to the relentless plague, compelling them to seek sanctuary within the castle's protective walls.

Family holds an immense significance for David. In 1345, he married Corrine, the youngest daughter of the late King Thomas and the now Dowager Queen Priscilla of Bagley. Corrine is also the younger sister of Queen Cordelia. Their union, marked by profound love, resulted in a strong familial bond with their children. Additionally, David's mother, Lady Dorethea, the widow of the late Prince Arthur of Windenburg and godmother to King Wilhelm, remains a cherished and vital part of their family structure.

On a fateful morning the following summer, King Wilhelm lay in the opulent confines of his bedchambers with Anne Matthews, his beloved mistress, as was his nightly routine. Unbeknownst to him, the looming horror of the black death was about to unravel. As Wilhelm awoke, the dim light filtering through heavy drapes revealed a ghastly sight, the telltale markings of the plague adorned Anne's body. Shock and terror gripped him instantly, and with a frantic urgency, he leaped from his bed, jolting Anne awake in abrupt dismay.

Wilhelm, stricken with terror, recoiled at the ghastly sight before him. Unable to bear looking directly at Anne, he pointed with dread to the markings of the plague that marred her once-vibrant skin. His voice trembled with fear as he uttered, "You're covered in the markings of the plague!" The shocking realization hit him like a relentless wave, and the gravity of the situation sank in. Fearful for his own health, knowing he had shared a bed with her, Wilhelm urgently called for his guards. In the midst of his panicked plea, Anne, overcome with terror, implored him to be reasonable, her pleas echoing in the dimly lit chamber.

With a sense of urgency, the guards burst into Wilhelm's chambers, swords drawn, catching Anne off guard. She stood momentarily frozen, the cold glint of steel sending shivers down her spine, before collapsing to her knees in a desperate plea. "Please, Wilhelm, spare me. I am so very frightened," she implored, her voice quivering with terror. Wilhelm, torn between mercy and the harsh reality of the plague, couldn't bring himself to order her immediate execution.

Instead, he directed his guards to escort her down to the dungeons of the castle. Within those dark, damp confines, nobles and staff alike languished, a haunting testament to the unyielding grip of the deadly contagion. The decision weighed heavily on Wilhelm, his actions a desperate attempt to contain the spread within the castle. Witnessing Anne's fate, Wilhelm confronted the harsh reality of the plague's rapid grasp. Fearing for his own life, he swiftly left to be bathed, his clothes and bedding consigned to the flames, a desperate attempt to purge any potential contamination.

With his mistress gone, Wilhelm, confronted with the stark reality of the abstinence he would face in the wake of this disease, summoned Cordelia to his chambers. He felt that Cordelia's presence could provide solace amid the pandemics chaos. As she reluctantly joined her estranged husband, the atmosphere grew thick with sorrow and uncertainty.

As the chilling winds of the plague swept through the land, Cordelia, existing in the shadow of profound despair that enveloped the realm, discovered the presence of new life within her. In the midst of death's unrelenting dance, the prospect of impending motherhood emerged as a luminous beacon of hope, casting its feeble light against the oppressive darkness.

As the winter of 1348 approached, the grip of the plague tightened its hold. Corrine awoke in her chambers to a harrowing sight. Her beloved husband, David, cloaked in the ominous markings of the deadly affliction. A primal scream escaped her lips, shattering the cold silence of the castle. The chilling wail reverberated through the stone walls, rousing the family from their uneasy slumber. Lady Dorthea crumpled to the floor in anguish at the sight of her son. Emotions ran high, unsettling the young children, as David sat, helpless and defeated, huddled in his bed, grappling with the cruel hand fate had dealt him.

Soon after Corrine's anguished screams pierced the air, the castle guards, accompanied by King Wilhelm, arrived at the chamber doors. With an air of trepidation, they entered the room, the heavy doors swinging open to reveal the somber scene within. The family, gripped by fear and uncertainty, stared at the intruders, their collective breaths held in suspense, awaiting the unfolding of the inevitable.

Dorthea, overcome with desperation, rushed toward King Wilhelm, her eyes pleading for mercy. The vigilant guard, wielding his sword as a stern barrier, halted her advance. She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as she implored, "Please, Wilhelm, as your godmother, I beseech you. Spare my son. Remember the bond you shared with Arthur; David carries a piece of him." Wilhelm, confronted by Dorthea's tearful plea, met her gaze with an unusual expression of sorrow.

He extended a solemn promise, assuring her that David would not face execution. Instead, he would be confined to isolation, receiving care from the castle's physicians. Overwhelmed with grief, Dorthea approached Richard with tear-filled eyes, her voice silenced by the weight of despair. The knights gathered around David, whose family was enveloped in sorrow. Sobbing echoed through the chamber as the guards escorted him away, his two-year-old son, Albert, calling out for his papa in bewildered innocence, unaware of the grim reality unfolding before him.

With somber determination, the knights guided David through the echoing corridors of the castle, each step carrying the weight of impending doom. As they descended into the depths, the cold dungeons of Windenburg Castle greeted them. The air was thick with the stench of despair, and David was thrown into a bleak cell, surrounded by others afflicted by the cruel grasp of the plague. The door slammed shut, sealing him in darkness. David stood amidst the chilling silence, fear etched across his face as he confronted the grim reality of his uncertain fate, staring directly into the eyes of death itself.

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

I’m combining all the info I have on my TFRB Monster High AU here.

I decided: Milo, Chickadee, and Quint Quarry are human.

Cody is a halfa like his siblings but is the only one of the 4 of them to look completely human.

Poll votes decided:

Monsters: Amy, Mrs. Neederlander, Madeline

Humans: Hayley, Taylor, Doc Greene, Huxley, Deputy Barney

Halfas: Evan & Myles, Priscilla, Frankie

Hybrid: Anna Baranova

—————

Frankie is half human (by dad genetics) and half franken (by mom genetics).

I personally like to think her torso, neck, and head are all rightfully attached like the average human, and her limbs are stitched!

—————

Baranova was going to be a hybrid of whatever two monster types she got the highest percent of in her last poll. Witch won the poll, so she is half witch. The second largest percentage was 15.8%, which is a tie between vampire and plant monster.

I’m just going to say she is half vampire then, because I’m almost certain vampire would win over plant monster if I made a poll for it.

Baranova is half witch, half vampire.

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Doctor Morocco is human, but the anti-aging chamber also makes him look like a monster.

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Woodrow is human/werewolf.

Charlie is human/werewolf and his late wife is human/witch.

Kade looks mainly werewolf. Dani looks evenly split. Graham looks mainly witch.

[gothicdreamklown]

Okay Here me out

These headcanons are fucking killing me and my sensitive brain so with that I have to dump my brain so if these sound weird I apologize. But today's most likely rants and a headcanon are about my two hyperfixations, Brahms Heelshire from the movie the boy and gattapefur from the movie krampus because I am losing my braincells as each day passes when I think about these two cuties but chonky.

Brahms heelshire

Honestly Brahms lives in the back of my head rent free 24/7. I've seen some imagines here of him chonky and they make me happy along with some art pieces which also makes me happy. How I managed to start liking the movie again was after seeing an edit of Brahms himself in my youtube feed (which also led to my horror phase coming back)

Gattapefur

Gattapefur is the most chunkiest out of all the dark elves he lives with (although I imagined the elves he lives with have a bit of small chonk along with stretchmarks underneath those layers of clothes to keep them warm, so who wouldn't have the urge to gently hug them?)

Gattapefur gets secretly excited when ketkrokur makes dessert with dinner which is why Gattapefur makes sure he saves some room for dessert after every dinner

Gattapefur sometimes overstuffs himself on accident and may result to him getting a food coma. If he is so full after dinner he'll retreat to his sleeping chamber and take a nap to sleep off his dinner

Now that gattapefur is chonky he needs to upgrade his main outfit so he can feel comfortable and snug in it. Of course he has his clothes altered with the help of Priscilla (my krampus-sona that I ship him with)

When he takes a small nap during the day long hours before dinner he'll wake up snacking on some cookies while he's still groggy as hell

[lazzarella]

Top 10 Things

For some reason, I've decided to compile lists of my various top ten things, a completely pointless venture because I highly doubt anyone will read it, and I already know what they are, but I'm doing it anyway! lol

(I've included: bands; solo artists; albums; books; poems; graphic novels/comics; tv shows; BL series; murder mystery shows; movies; actors; actresses; directors; musicals)

BANDS

The Beatles

ABBA

Belle and Sebastian

Led Zeppelin

The Raveonettes

The Decemberists

Ramones

Blondie

Sparks

Judas Priest

SOLO ARTISTS

John Grant

Rufus Wainwright

Connie Francis

Kylie Minogue

Angel Olsen

Prince

Sufjan Stevens

Kate Bush

David Bowie

Keaton Henson

ALBUMS

Queen of Denmark by John Grant

69 Love Songs by The Magnetic Fields

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel

Rubber Soul by The Beatles

Picaresque by The Decemberists

Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin

You Could Have It So Much Better by Franz Ferdinand

Purple Rain by Prince

Transformer by Lou Reed

If You're Feeling Sinister by Belle and Sebastian

BOOKS

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Grief is the Thing With Feathers by Max Porter

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter

The Charioteer by Mary Renault

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

POEMS

Having a Coke With You by Frank O'Hara

Every poem in Crush by Richard Siken

The Second Coming by WB Yeats (alternatively, The Mermaid)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Tired by Langston Hughes

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

GRAPHIC NOVELS/COMICS

Paper Girls

Ghost World

Persepolis

Bandette series

Delilah Dirk and the Turkish Lieutenant + sequels

The Fade Out

The Case of the Missing Men

The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal

It's a Good Life, If You Don't Weaken

Nimona

TV SHOWS (that are not BLs or murder mysteries XD)

Spaced

Supernatural

The Hour

Buffy

Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes

This is England 86/88/90

I Love Lucy

Pushing Daisies

Dark

In the Flesh OR The Young Ones OR Xena (I was going to choose but meh)

(A full list of my favourite TV shows on Serializd)

BL SERIES (MASTERLIST HERE)

Moonlight Chicken

My Personal Weatherman

KinnPorsche

Cherry Magic (Thailand)

Century of Love

Wandee Goodday

Old Fashion Cupcake

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Only Friends

Jack O'Frost

(I have a feeling Kidnap is going to take the place of one of these though)

MURDER MYSTERY SHOWS

Poirot

Marple

Rosemary and Thyme

Twin Peaks (it counts XD)

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Endeavour

Beyond Evil

Murder, She Wrote

Jonathan Creek

George Gently

MOVIES

(if I do subcategories for this, we'd be here all day! But ftr my favourite genres are film noir, musicals, rom-coms, horror—mostly slashers and gialli, 50s/60s sci-fi...)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Clue

Strictly Ballroom

Charade

Velvet Goldmine

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Call Me By Your Name

God's Own Country

Secretary

That Thing You Do!

(A full list of my favourite films on Letterboxd)

ACTORS

Robert Redford

Colin Farrell

James Spader

Keanu Reeves

Danny Kaye

Humphrey Bogart

Dirk Bogarde

Frank Sinatra

Jack Lemmon

Ben Whishaw

ACTRESSES

(only separating by gender to get more in XD)

Doris Day

Audrey Hepburn

Amy Adams

Lucille Ball

Jane Fonda

Kirsten Dunst

Marilyn Monroe

Nicole Kidman

Michelle Williams

Cate Blanchett

DIRECTORS

Gregg Araki

Alfred Hitchcock

John Waters

Sofia Coppola

Agnès Varda

Wes Anderson

Billy Wilder

Pedro Almodóvar

Stanley Donen

Dario Argento

MUSICALS

(only counting ones I've seen productions of myself)

The Rocky Horror Show

Little Shop of Horrors

Aladdin

Matilda

Cats

Chicago

Hairspray

Wicked

Singin' in the Rain

9 to 5 tied with Priscilla: Queen of the Desert

[doyouknowthisdragartist]

I found this picture while scrolling priscilla's instagram looking for a good picture of her to use for this poll, and debated adding it because it's so iconic but it went against a few of my guidelines for headshots (can only show the performer the poll is based on, etc) but I REALLY wanted to share it with you all so. behold.

goldilocks and the three bears (nsfw)

[holdoncallfailed]

also my roommate and i tried watching priscilla yesterday and it was so desperately boring and flat i felt like i was trapped in an aesthetically pleasing sensory deprivation chamber

[studebakerhearse]

Not to doxx myself but the fact that I'm in the same neck of the woods as Priscilla Chambers and could get a tattoo from her is cuhrazy

[nightsprung]

jill has seen a lot in her 24 years of life leading up to the mansion incident; she absolutely saw death in combat firsthand while in the army, and with her employment in the raccoon police department, has been part of countless dangerous operations, from drug raids to murder investigations and everything in-between. she’s seen so much violence and while she’s not desensitized to it, she knows how to not let it inhibit her or interfere with her work.

none of that even remotely holds a candle to the events at the spencer mansion in july 1998.

note: do not read further if mentions of cannibalism, dismemberment, animal death, murder, child death, etc. trigger you in any way.

shortly after S.T.A.R.S. alpha team sets foot into the territory of the arklay mountains where the bravo team has disappeared, joseph frost is mauled by a cerberus pack   —  doberman pinschers specifically engineered with a beta strain of the t-virus, crafted by umbrella. the sight of this leaves jill shell-shocked, arguably because she is both a known dog-lover and because she has never seen anything specifically like that in her life. 

keep in mind, she’s taken the investigation into the murders in the arklay mountains seriously and personally, given that the first two victims were two little girls she knew, aged nine and seven. seeing one of her fellow teammates getting mauled and eaten is jarring because of how unexpected and new and disturbing it is, but also because in that moment, she’s thinking of becky and priscilla mcgee. she’s so shell-shocked that she can’t move, let alone fire her weapon   —  wesker shoots a dog before it can attack her and she, chris, barry and wesker high-tail it toward the mansion.

in the mansion, her first encounter with a zombie is when she comes across it clamoring toward her; she shoots it twice before barry steps in and shoots it once in the head. they discover that it’s bravo team member ken sullivan, and after grimly ransacking his hip pouches for ammo and returning to the main hall to meet up with wesker, who has since disappeared.

she and barry agree that splitting up is their best option to locate chris, potential surviving bravo team members, and wesker, as they’ll be able to cover more ground. while jill traverses the mansion she encounters more zombies, violent crows, and a trap room that almost crushes her to death. once out of the mansion and into the courtyard, she finds a secret underground passageway and follows it, to where she finds enrico marini, injured and warning herself and barry that the entire operation is a set-up and umbrella knew about this all along. wesker, hidden by shadows and quick to retreat, kills enrico before he can say any more. jill stays behind and holds enrico’s hand in his dying moments while barry attempts to locate wesker.

jill has no doubt, by that point, that umbrella has a member of S.T.A.R.S. in their pocket, and ventures into the tunnels to find more answers. she encounters a hunter alpha and is able to put it down with several shots from her baretta and shotgun. it’s her first proper encounter with a bioweapon and the first time it really hits her that umbrella is up to worse things than she originally thought. 

this only pushes her further.

after almost being crushed to death raiders of the lost ark style by a giant boulder, she finds her way back to the courtyard and uncovers the entrance to the secret underground lab beneath the estate. she uncovers documentation regarding research and development of bioweapons and is ecstatic to bring the information back to the raccoon police department when barry leads her to wesker before being ordered to leave. wesker takes jill’s weapons and intends to throw her into a fight against a tyrant, which would ultimately lead to her death, but barry incapacitates him temporarily so he and jill can escape.

jill and barry reunite with chris and rebecca chambers on a helipad, with brad vickers circling above them in the alpha team’s chopper. before he can land, the tyrant that had escaped his stasis chamber emerges and engages the four in a fight. they keep him distracted by splitting rapid, aggressive gunfire, until brad tosses down a rocket launcher and chris kills the tyrant in one shot. they all escape, watching the spencer estate and all secrets and answers within it self-destruct as they fly back to the station.

jill’s encounters with zombies, the cerberus pack and various bioweapons in the mansion and secret lab shook her up considerably during the time. at points, she’s fully convinced she’s never going to get out of the mansion. she’s separated from most of the team early on and keeps mentally preparing herself to find chris dead, or worse. even when they escape, she doesn’t feel triumphant. the crash from the adrenaline high is hard as she stares out the hatch window, watching the spencer estate and every piece of evidence that could bury umbrella for causing countless deaths to innocent raccoon city citizens   —   to becky and priscilla   —   get destroyed.

following the mansion incident, the surviving S.T.A.R.S. team goes to chief irons, demanding a full investigation into umbrella regarding their involvement in the murders, as well as their illegal development of bioweaponry. irons shuts this down immediately, disbanding S.T.A.R.S. under the guise of them being too small to effectively carry out operations. jill is promptly suspended due to her insistence on an investigation into umbrella, and put under house arrest to hinder any attempts to investigate umbrella on her own.

this hardly stops her. despite all the medication she’s taking for her insomnia, she’s still barely sleeping and has a distinct loss of appetite   —   added on top of her lack of a job schedule, she has ample amounts of free time to dig into the investigation remotely. within a week, she has a board mounted on her wall, and with each passing day, more and more files are being added to it. 

with help from a personal data assistant she was given by a mysterious stranger ahead of the mansion incident, she compiles a list of names affiliated with umbrella’s bioweapons research: the only one that gets her very far, given that he’s still alive at the time of her investigation, is william birkin. she accurately profiles the t-virus. she has suspicions about other bioweaponry in development, such as the g-virus, but is unable to pinpoint the exact name of the g-virus and what it’s designed to do.

[ it’s also worth noting that she has a photo of an ne-alpha parasite on her board, which is the parasite umbrella implanted into a tyrant to create nemesis. ]

in addition to having an investigation board set up, jill has written a letter to chris, detailing that she’s being watched 24/7 by umbrella and she suspects that they will move in to kill her at any point. with the letter, she plans to send all of her files so that they’ll both be in safe hands, and be with someone she knows will continue the investigation if and when she is killed.

on sept. 28, 1998 at 8 p.m., she receives a phone call from brad vickers. it’s a split-second warning before nemesis crashes into her apartment through the wall and attacks her. she reacts quickly and is able to shake off the creature, at least temporarily.

while attempting to flee a horde of zombies, brad is bitten and infected   —   a sacrifice he makes so that jill can escape to the roof of a parking garage and hitch a ride on a rescue helicopter. before she can reach the helicopter, nemesis blows it up. jill attempts to incapacitate the creature with a vehicle and is unsuccessful; she is rescued on the streets below by carlos oliveira and taken to a temporary shelter, where she agrees to help his squad restore power to the subway station to get survivors out of the city.

throughout her venture through downtown raccoon city, she encounters throngs of infected citizens and is more than prepared to deal with it. she aims to conserve ammo when she can, shoots only when necessary, and has taken a habit of taking any useful supplies off of those who are dead and unanimated. she’s even able to hold her own against new mutations she encounters both in the city and the sewers.

in the hospital, she encounters hunter betas, which resemble the hunter alphas she encountered in the underground tunnels of spencer mansion. she has no issues dealing with them, as a result; even as she encounters more undead in NEST 2, including regenerative zombies known as pale heads, she’s able to keep a cool head and handle things on her own, following her method of shooting when necessary and thoroughly staying aware of her surroundings.

where nemesis is concerned, she learned it best in the mansion:   don’t assume anything. she recognizes nemesis immediately as a bioweapon, though she can’t say what it is, exactly. she knows in her gut that the creature is a creation of umbrella and was without a doubt sent into the raccoon city incident to hunt her down and kill her; this is only confirmed when she finds nikolai’s activity log. after the second time she thinks she’s killed nemesis and is proven unsuccessful, he’s mutated into something three times his former size and exhibits distinctly more animalistic behaviors in movement and pathing. after this point, she stops assuming she’s killed the creature and sets her entire focus on both her and the city’s survival. whenever nemesis pops up, she relies on every aspect of her S.T.A.R.S. training, and falls back on basics: deal as much damage as possible when possible, but prioritize finding cover and regrouping.

while jill never expected a full-scale t-virus outbreak and couldn’t have predicted nemesis, her prior encounter with both zombies and aggressive bioweapons at the spencer mansion gave her the knowledge and preparation she needed to survive. she knows being bitten is a death sentence at best and she knows better than to assume the vulnerabilities of anything umbrella has created.

[septembersghost]

Literally everything about the Priscilla movie and the discourse it’s inspired is so bad man :(

not saying this in an "i told you so" way whatsoever, but yeah, i mean, we knew it would be. that was unfortunately a given. it's only going to get worse up until and when the movie comes out. EPE (presumably joel) also made the situation even uglier today by running their mouths criticizing it to TMZ and drawing more negative attention when they could've simply ignored it quietly. i realize i'm a slightly broken record here, and repeating a lot of others at this point too, but it's only noise. the people who revile him are always going to revile him and refuse to investigate any further about his person or his humanity, they want him to be a monster and their minds are made up. the people who who want to victimize priscilla to use her as a weapon with no care for her own voice will keep doing that. and the fans who love elvis are going to keep loving elvis. the people who want to see the movie will, the people who don't, won't, and either choice is valid.

this is how it's been for decades, social media just amplifies the unpleasantness, but it's an echo chamber. nobody yelling is attempting to engage with this with any nuance, or regard anyone involved as flesh and blood people who had complex relationships and made mistakes and also felt great love for one another. they're looking for trouble a reason to be hateful and to fight when they don't even understand or truly care what they're talking about. we know he wasn't perfect, we know he made some bad choices, we know he struggled with his health for several different reasons, we know he had a temper. we also know he tried relentlessly to do better, to learn and to grow personally and artistically, and to be generous and kind and giving of himself in myriad ways. which one do you ultimately find more important? because i really do believe it's the compassion and the light.

do i wish that the beautiful work baz and austin did to restore his legacy and personhood was the final word on it? frankly, yes, but that was never going to happen because elvis remains a fascination and an object of pop culture that gets projected onto depending on the agenda of whomever decides to use him as a mirror. it becomes so separated from why his music and memory remains. what they created still matters, and it makes my heart ache to think of it being undone at all, but i think it will ultimately be remembered, much like elvis himself.

i'm so much more interested in his artistry, his spirituality, and his emotional vulnerability than i am in intimate personal details about his life, but i know that's not the case in a lot of the fanbase, and that's fine, i am very selective in what i choose to engage with and i think we all have the right to curate that experience. i know it's SO hard to ignore, but when it comes to this discourse, don't read it, don't participate in it, and guard your mental health however you can. this movie doesn't change anything any more than any other of the many portrayals of him. more eyes are on it because of, essentially, brand recognition - both name of the director and due to the fast timing following the film last year, and all the press and clamor that surrounded it, the things said (both complimentary and unfair) about austin, the rabid nature of social media that lives to tear things apart. but it ultimately doesn't change anything.

this has been said more eloquently, but nothing has eclipsed or erased him, even after these decades of misinformation and spurious rumor and conspiracy theories and everyone and their neighbor exploiting (or inventing) their connection with him for a book or a crummy made-for-tv movie and cruel, dismissive jokes and cardboard cutouts and cheesy impersonators. something about the soul of him still rises above all of that. the positives we glean and inspiration and meaning we find, and the love we hold onto, rises above all of that too.

[amiterum]

"Princess?"

The back of Sain's knuckle knocks twice. Hers is a chamber akin to sacred ground: it houses a goddess, inside walls stained with glass, and sunlight petering onto flowers of holy ambrosia. It is a temple--of birds and love, and all sorts of pretty things--demanding the most of his respect. He'd bow his head, were the door made of more than humble wood. Still, rather than barge in of his own volition, Sain makes his presence known. He trusts that the sound of his voice would be enough of an identifier.

The knob turns. The knight enters.

"Ah... Your face. My love, did the simulation treat you harshly? I should have that monk's head, making a fair maiden put up with so much!" He's joking, mostly. A smile brighter than spring buds stretches over his cheeks, and a cheerful lift pushes his eyelids shut. Sain is the very picture of glee: a sensation no doubt brought about by seeing Priscilla's face. "You need not frown anymore, my dear. Your stalwart defender is here to mend your broken heart!"

Stepping closer, he takes her hand into his. Gentle fingers are treated like a newly hatched chick the way they are handled so delicately. Sain is sure not to tug on her wrist, nor stress her out with a grip too firm. Soft skin is smoothed by his own, and after a wink, brought to his lips to kiss. Once, to say he loves her. Twice to worship her beauty and grace. Thrice, for no manner of time nor space will ever keep them apart. She is the apple of his eye, capturing his heart with her song sweet as dove's.

"But... It is good to see you safe. I might wallow for a hundred years if forced to part with you again!" He parts with Priscilla's hand, but not without leaving it with a parting gift. A chamomile, freshly picked and with petals white as a cherub's wing, enters her grasp. It is the wordless way of saying I wish healing upon you, and I am here, should you falter.

He returns his hand to his side, but leaves a loop open for her to sling hers around.

"Do tell me if any part of you aches, though. I'll treat your wounds as tenderly as you treated mine."

She need only raise her voice loud enough to be heard through the door, for Sain required little more than an answer that wasn't no.

Not that his company is unwelcome. Hardly so, in fact. Quietly, Priscilla covets these things. In Etruria they had been allowed only in daydreams -- meant to be told only in a blushing maiden's whisper, hidden behind a carefully cupped hand.

The door closes behind him, and so Priscilla takes in the figure of her knight within the threshold of her room. Such is a thing she still has the instinct to savor, for the concept that their days together are not numbered is one that she has still yet grasped.

"That would hardly be necessary," she says with a soft shake of her head. Though, to his credit, the corners of her lips have quirked just so slightly.

He does not need to know how frequently she thought of him, then -- how the image of his lance or the singed corpse of his most beloved friend had filled her with enough grief to last a lifetime.

And as he approaches, stepping across the expanse of her room as though it is something greater than him, Priscilla feels butterflies flutter unbidden in her chest. Curse him, she thinks, unable to move from where she has perched at her windowsill.

It is with a care greater than she has perhaps ever seen that he handles her. Priscilla prays he does not notice how her hand trembles at the brush of his lips, that the warmth creeping up her neck has not reached her cheeks.

"I... yes, the feeling is mutual..." Fingers close around his own for a single heartbeat, holding them hostage just long enough to claim a moment of this affection as her own.

And when she lets go, when his touch is replaced with delicate ivory, Priscilla shuts her eyes.

"It would seem that, in your company, I have forgotten what ails me."

Princess rises, brushing wrinkles from the fabric of her skirt, and carefully threads her arm within his.

"Thank you, Sain..."

[the-might-v]

Priscilla Paddock/ Priscilla "the Killa" Paddock.

THE UNDEFEATED BRAWLER!

On the wasteland hellish world of Apokolips. The people are barely people there is no hope, no escape & no real love. Except however, for the cruel, twisted, sick wrapped version of love from Mistress Blight.

On one of the supervillains rads the evil witch traveled to the world of amphibia to take with her new slaves for her own service. The demons attacked taking quite a few in numbers one of their targets was Priscilla Paddock. The tall muscular female pink newt fought the beasts & was victorious but the same could not be said about her daughter Pearl.

Odalia’s monsters took the newts child back on one of the ships. Priscilla followed them and was able to board onto the same with blazing fire and unyielding spirt, the mother fought without end to the point of exhaustion only to be captured and restrained.

Upon the arrival on Apokolips. Priscilla was separated from Pearl and put into the care of Odalia who subjected her to non-stop torture but the mother would never break & so decided to throw the anthropomorphic beast into the Pits. To do battle with the other slaves of the Planet for entertainment.

Nobody could defeat her and her former name Priscilla “The Killa” started to have a whole new name and effect. Becoming undefeated to all who entered the ring none would challenge her except for one. The ruler of Apokolips himself Darkseid. She was defeated easily being no match for the god of this horrible world expecting death to come knowing her daughter still waiting for her and to return home becoming a flame about too go out.

Awakening from the battle the Newt was once again locked in restraints in one of Odalia’s chambers with a deal. However, this deal was more of a everlasting service of submission.

If the mother agreed to serve Darkseid and become Odalia’s slaves, Pearl would not be subjugated to the witches cruel training or any harm from Apokolips. With little to no options Priscilla had no chose but agree and was quickly put on the same operation procedure Odalia went through as well. Becoming a new god, now Priscilla has no choice but to follow Odalia’s orders no matter how much she does not want to. Becoming a traitor to her home world and people.

Priscilla Paddock had died and what was born was..

BIG BRAWLER KILLA!

Powers And Abilites

New God Physiology: The beings of New Genesis call themselves Gods and live outside of normal time and space in a realm called the Fourth World. These New Gods have evolved due to their close proximity to the Source, a primeval energy, believed to be one of the ultimate foundations of the Universal Expression of Energy, along with their superior technology, into beings of genetic stability and evolutionary perfection. The denizens of New Genesis are immortal, stronger, faster, and smarter than homo sapiens, Amphibians, witches, despite their resemblance to the same.

Immortality: Priscilla functionally immortal, Priscilla is immune to the ravages of time, and could easily live for thousands upon thousands of years.

SuperDurability: Even outside her armor, Priscilla is fairly difficult to damage. Her skin is unbreakable. She is resistant to blunt trauma like punches, kicks, and blows from weapons like bats and maces, though not completely immune. unless the blows are dealt by a being with similar or greater strength than Priscilla, there just isn't a chance of injury. However, without here accelerated healing her invulnerability does not extend to bullets, laser-blasts, or other piercing/slicing weapons - her invulnerability is more akin to that of an Amazon, rather than a Kryptonian.

Super Reflexes: Priscilla has an enhanced physiology which allows her to move her entire body at incredible speeds and with heightened accuracy. Despite wielding weapons and armor and even alien tech, she's able to move and flow with astonishing ease. Given the opportunity Priscilla can and will dodge bullets which would've normally bounced off her armor.

Super Stamina: Priscilla’s stamina and endurance is nothing short of amazing. Due to the naturally exhausting and extensive rigors of her life on Apokolips, Priscilla is able to manage her stamina on a certain amount of rest and sustenance (more than minimal) so that it seems she is able to constantly function, though this is not entirely the case. Tied directly to her strength and invulnerability, even her immunity to a certain extent, Priscilla can actually function at peak efficiency for more the almost 48 hours before needing to eat & rest off the stress.

Super Strength: B.B.K’s Super strength comes from surgical transformation becoming a New Genesis species. All of the people of this makeup are genetically superior to normal humans, Amphibians, witches in their physical characteristics. She was later augmented by Darkseid to further increase her strength and stamina at least by twenty-fold. Now Priscilla’s strength is in the megaton range, nearly on the order of Wonder Woman's, easily able to lift a weight well surpassing 100 tons.

Accelerated healing Factor: A unique ability uncovered from her surgery Priscilla’s healing factor allows her to heal at an incredible rate far faster then others. This ability is what allows her skin to be unbreakable. Without it active she could be subjected to pain even with her new physiology.

Abilities

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced): Even before Killa’s time on the planet the woman was a gifted fighter but now she has become is a highly trained warrior and a master of all forms of hand-to-hand combat and combat with weapons. Being known as the undefeated killer, so feared not even the worse of individuals in “The Pits” would dare fight her. Her skills can be a match for beings Like Wonder Woman & Hawk at times to a draw.

Wrestling: Killa is skilled in close quarter combat being her specialty locking her enemies in quick succession.

Weaponry: If she’s without a weapon then its only because BBK is the weapon. Her time in the endless battles on Apokolips has made her a master from melee weaponry to firearms and so on defeat is not a option for her and, she will use anything from a rock to ones own hair to bring victory not for Odalia, Apokolips, or Darkseid but for the most important person her daughter.

Dancing: Despite her Ruthless exterior and brutal performances Killa still holds the love of dancing like she use to back on Amphibia in secret. It is one of the theings she has to remember her home and feel a connection to Pearl.

Paraphernalia

Motherbox

Aero-Dics: are small circular pads fitted under the foot that allow for levitation.

Apokaliptain Armor: Priscilla’s wears Apokoliptian battle armor, which enhances her already impressive durability. Her armor has two forms, Red form allows for move moment and power while, her Blue form takes on a completely new appearance & offers more protection along with firepower.

Boom-Tube: The Mega-Rod has a built in Boom-Tube used for an extra-dimensional point-to-point travel.

Mega-Rod: the personal weapon of Big Brawler Killa. used it as a hand to hand weapon, to fire energy blasts and as a means of transportation. The Mega-Rod is capable of projecting a wide-arcing blast of concussive force powerful enough to tear through the hull of a heavily armored ship. This weapon can create boom tubes for teleportation over long distances, propel her high into the air and release energy blast capable of bringing down such powerful beings as SuperWoman.

Spear: Create a construct of a spear for battle.

Shield: Create a construct of a shield for protection.

Weaknesses

Vulnerability to Radion: New Gods are vulnerable to a substance called Radion. It source is unknown and its effects are toxic only in sustained amounts or after explosive exposure. The average New God can be slain by an application of Radion from a Radion blaster or bomb. More advanced beings New Gods are vulnerable to a substance called Radion. It source is unknown and its effects are toxic only in sustained amounts or after explosive exposure. The average New God can be slain by an application of Radion from a Radion blaster or bomb.

SuperWoman: Big Brawler Killa maybe powerful but even she cannot match up to defeating the Woman Of Steel, not even a match for PowerGirl.

Power Limiter: Like PowerGirl, Priscilla is forced to wear a noose-collar around her neck to make herself not only Odalia’s pet & a reminder of her freedom gone as well. Odalia has full control over the muscular females powers with a simple flip of the switch like PG this collar cannot be removed without causing so much pain the victim believes their heart gives out. The witch can cut off Priscilla’s power just as easily as she gives it back.

The results are in and the people voted though how you view this hero/villain will be up to you.

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Illusion of Loyalty

For more than three years, Cordelia's whereabouts have remained a mystery. On Christmas night in the year 1353, the royal family gathered at Windenburg Castle for an opulent feast befitting royalty. The dining hall glowed softly in the dim light as snowflakes danced outside, lending a cozy atmosphere to the occasion. King Edward, now approaching his sixteenth year, sat solemnly at the head of the table, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his absent mother. Despite the festivities and merriment around him, the lingering absence of Queen Cordelia cast a somber shadow over the gathering.

Since 1350, numerous events have unfolded in rapid succession. In the autumn of 1352, the Kingdom of Bagley faced a formidable threat as the French launched an invasion in a bid to seize control of the land. Their massive army forced Bagley's royal family into exile, seeking refuge in Willowshire. Tragedy struck when Finchwick fell to the invaders, culminating in a devastating ambush on Bagley Castle that left it in ruins, the billowing smoke a grim testament to the chaos that ensued. As the summer of 1353 arrived, the once-proud Royal House of Bagley found itself teetering on the brink of collapse under the relentless onslaught of war.

Back at Willowshire Castle, the suffering persists. Priscilla, the Dowager Queen of Bagley and the last living descendant of the Tredonian Dynasty, a pure Tredonian lineage that has endured since the year 999, has grown gravely ill in recent weeks. She lay in her chambers, surrounded by family, being comforted by her daughter Corrine. Suddenly, she awoke from her slumber, looked to Corrine, and asked, "Wherefore art thou, Cordelia? Hast thou unearthed her whereabouts?" Corrine looked at her mother with sad eyes, softly shaking her head. The look of fear lingered in Priscilla's eyes as she responded, "My dear Corrine, as I lay here, feeling the weight of time pressing upon me, I must share with you a heavy burden that rests upon my heart. My soul trembles with the fear of the unknown. In these moments of uncertainty, I urge you to remember that even in darkness, there is strength to be found. Hold fast to hope, for it is a beacon that guides us through the darkest of nights. Trust in the resilience of our family, and believe that love will prevail, no matter the trials we face. Remember, my child, that courage is not the absence of fear, but the determination to persevere despite it. Let these words be a balm for your troubled spirit, and may they grant you the fortitude to weather this storm with grace and resilience."

Corrine provided assurance to Priscilla that their search for Cordelia would never cease, affirming the enduring legacy of the Bagley Dynasty. The next morning, Priscilla succumbed to her illness at the age of 66. Her grieving family gathered around her, draped in mourning attire, grappling with the unfathomable reality of her passing.

King Henry perceived the ominous signs accumulating around Bagley, the economy plummeting as the French ravaged markets and homes, spreading chaos through the once-prosperous kingdom. Amidst this turmoil, King Henry discerned an opportunity that could not be overlooked. Meeting with King Edward of Windenburg and his trusted Regent and Lord Protector, Lord Richard, King Henry orchestrated a pivotal meeting.

Gathered within the solemn halls of Windenburg Castle, Henry, Edward, and Richard engaged in negotiations fraught with tension and urgency. Aware of Bagley's dire state and the looming threat of the French invasion, Henry proposed a bold exchange. In a solemn pact, Henry relinquished the deed to Willowshire, a symbolic gesture of trust and alliance, in exchange for a substantial amount of gold from Windenburg that would provide them security for years to come.

The terms were meticulously crafted to ensure Bagley's survival amidst the ravages of war, the gold serving as a vital lifeline to protect the kingdom's interests and fortify its defenses. Edward, recognizing the gravity of the situation and the importance of solidarity among neighboring realms, graciously accepted the agreement. In an act of magnanimity, Edward extended hospitality to Henry and his kin, permitting them to remain within the walls of Willowshire Castle until the tumultuous war had run its course.

After the grandeur of the Christmas feast had faded and the halls of Windenburg Castle quieted down, King Edward retired to his chambers for the night. However, sleep eluded him, and a gnawing hunger stirred his stomach. With a sigh, he rose from his bed and made his way to the dimly lit dining hall, hoping to find a servant to attend to his late-night craving.

As he stepped into the corridor outside his chambers, his ears caught snippets of conversation coming from nearby. Against the stone wall, he listened intently as Lord Richard and Father Paul Leudemond engaged in a discussion that sent shivers down his spine.

"Intriguing," Paul remarked with a sly grin. "First, Bagley Castle succumbs to flames, a spectacle fit for legends." Lord Richard nodded in agreement, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"And then, the Dowager Queen Priscilla's demise. Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?" The tone grew somber as they delved into the recent events, with Paul adding, "A cruel twist indeed. But let us not overlook the grand finale. Willowshire slipping through their fingers into Windenburg's embrace. Oh, the tragedy of Bagley seems boundless." Despite the gravity of their words, Lord Richard couldn't help but chuckle with a hint of mockery. "Ah, but there's one more delightful twist to savor. Our elusive Cordelia, hidden away amidst the chaos. Yet, we know precisely where she lies."

Paul nodded in agreement, summing up their thoughts. Both men erupted into laughter at their manipulation of power, oblivious to King Edward's vigilant ears absorbing every word.

Consumed by fury, Edward felt the weight of betrayal heavy upon his shoulders as he refrained from confronting Lord Richard and Father Paul. His mind echoed with their mocking laughter, each chuckle a dagger in his trust. As he retreated to the sanctuary of his chambers, the flickering candlelight cast shadows of doubt upon his once unyielding faith in those around him.

Inside, the room seemed to shrink around him, suffocating him with the enormity of his anger. His clenched fists trembled, his jaw tight with restrained emotions. The silence was deafening, amplifying the bitter taste of realization that trust, once a cherished virtue, had become a fragile illusion in the treacherous landscape of a political game.