#some think priscilla

[doll-elvis]

“…as she got older, she delighted in sneaking up behind him and tickling him when he least expected it. It was such a pleasure to be cleaning and to suddenly hear squeals of delight coming from the two of them in the next room. It was sometimes hard to tell which of the two of them was having the most fun. They also loved to reverse roles. Lisa would pretend to be the “mommy”, and Elvis would let her feed him as they sat on his massive bed. It was very cute to watch, although I did clean up a number of a food messes on that bed over the years….”

he loved his “yisa” so much <3

(from “Inside Graceland” by Nancy Rooks)

[eunnieboo]

IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!! ✨

hi everyone, i’m so excited to share the cover and release date for If You’ll Have Me!

IYHM is my debut graphic novel, a YA sapphic romcom about insecurities, growth, and the tender uncertainty of new love. it’s the kind of story i wanted to read in college - something sweet, comforting, and a little silly too. i can’t wait for you to discover who these girls are and what makes them fit together so well ❤️

the book comes out october 17, 2023 and you can preorder it right now!!

[dozydawn]

tragic to me that “rarity” & “pristine” aren’t more common as virtue-type names.

they don’t even have listings on nameberry, only a couple forum posts where they’re shut down & told they would work better as middle names.

in 2021 there were just 7 girls named pristine & 10 named rarity. source. they’d have only a 1-2% chance of ever encountering someone else with that name in their lifetimes. rare indeed!

[minimutty]

Teatime with Baby Lucius! Since there is no Baby Raven to dote on, adult Raven is the next best thing 😅

I'd like to image Raven tries to at least watch over the kid and subtly dotes on him, even though Baby Lucius is like 500x stronger than him.

Not even 5 seconds later:

Raven: I'm not mad at you, but I'm not happy either...

Baby Lucius: I beg your forgiveness, please! I'm so sorry!

Raven: Yeah, I heard you the first 50 times. Don't worry about it, just... get me a towel, please.

--

Lucius: I'm surprised how lenient you were to him, Lord Raymond!

Raven: He's just a kid and he's learning. I don't have anything against him, and he is just as stubborn as you. ...Can you get me a change of clothes, though?

Lucius: Hahah, of course, my Lord.

[bcofl0ve]

what started in beautiful rooms | an austin butler x priscilla actress!reader story ❀˖°

part 1/?, RATED M MINORS DNI

summary: “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.

word count: 2,575

warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is 21 when the story starts, austin is 28), unhealthy romantic and sexual relationship dynamics, explicit smut.

chapter summary: “so then someone shared, if you want some inside scoop, “austin butler checked in to a hotel with a girl- they are sharing a room, it has one bed, one king bed.”and they said they would let us know when they figured out who the girl was… and the girl is ___ - i looked her up and she is playing the role of priscilla presley in the new elvis film…you know what we call that ladies? full circle.”

chapter soundtrack

i live for comments and love talking about my writing! pls feel free to come chat via anon (or off anon!) anytime. more than happy to share headcanons and what not (-:

xxx

November 27th, 2019 | Sydney, Australia

You braced your hands against the sink counter, taking a shaky breath in and out.

It wasn’t that Austin would stop you from leaving if you walked out of the bathroom and told him you’d changed your mind. He’d asked if you were sure about accepting his proposition of getting a room for the night no short of six times after you’d agreed. And another three on the drive over from media training for the GQ event tomorrow. 

“I don’t wanna pressure you ” He’d said as the car pulled to a redlight, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You sat up a little straighter, hands folded in your lap as you spoke. “And you aren’t Austin.”

It wasn’t a lie, nor had he had to do much convincing to begin with. The idea of it had lingered in the back of your mind since the first Facetime call after casting was finalized. He was ridiculously attractive- you hit it off instantly. And if how touchy he was when you spent time together in person meant anything you assumed he was into to some degree.

But he was with Vanessa.

And still was, though you’d assigned a “kinda” moniker to that in the past hour since he caught your arm walking to the parking lot, rushing the disclaimer out when he saw how wide your eyes at the initial proposition.

“We’re gonna break up real soon. Don’t think she wanted to do it before I had to come here and do press. That’s all.” 

It was still wrong, You thought- knew. 

But you’d managed to shove down the guilt, talking yourself in circles about how they’d be broken up within 24 hours of him getting back to the states and that no one would ever have to know about this. 

Austin gave you a ball cap and sunglasses from his car when you went inside, donning the same simple disguise himself as he checked in using a name that wasn’t his.

There was, even so, a flash of recognition in the recipetionsits eyes when he talked and tried to ignore it, alongside the anxiety blooming in your chest. 

Which you did pretty well until you actually got up the room- ducking into the bathroom “for a second” that was starting to approach ten minutes. 

You weren't surprised when a familiar knock came through from the other side. 

“You alright?” Austin asked, concern in his tone. 

Swallowing thickly, you opened and shut your mouth when you felt tears stinging behind your eyes.

Heat rushed to your face as you tried to chastise yourself away from crying. Every other twenty-one year old actress you knew would be jumping at the opportunity to sleep with their attractive co-star that had almost a decade on them.

But here you were, about to cry in the bathroom and shoot yourself in the foot like a little bitch, you mumbled under your breath.

You didn’t realize the sliding bathroom door didn’t have a lock until you heard a creak as it slipped half an inch open, and heard Austin’s breathing.

He paused, and you could almost feel him leaning his head against the door. 

“You can come in.” You whispered before he could say anything and the door slid all the way open slowly.

He stepped in and you looked away when you caught his eyes in the mirror, his face dropping when he clocked your expression and realized you were close to tears. He took a step closer and leaned his backside against the sink counter.

“Hey,” He said softly, placing a hand over one of yours.  “I meant what I said, I can drive you back to your AirBnB right now- that’s okay.”

There was some part of you that knew you should take him up on that, but whether it was right or not you didn’t actually want to leave. But you weren’t about to turn and unload on Austin about how conflicted you felt about the whole affair aspect of what you were barreling towards.

“We still have a whole movie to film together, and promote.” You started, hating that your voice trembled. “If this makes things weird and then we hate each other or can’t be in the same room,”

Austin listened intently to your rambling, rubbing his thumb against the side of your hand where he was still holding it. 

“Well one, I don’t think you could ever do anything that’d make me hate you.” He said, a hint of a southern drawl slipping into his voice that made you want to kiss him senseless mid sentence. “Not that I don’t get where you’re coming from, cause I do.” He continued. “But all that matters tonight is you and me. Not Elvis and Priscilla- just Austin and Y/N, two friends who met through a co-worker.”

He let out a soft laugh at the last bit, and you wanted to quip back that it wasn’t that simple. That it was never going to be that simple and that “co-worker” was doing some heavy lifting for Baz Luhrman. 

But the look Austin had in his eyes as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear drove you off the sink and into crashing your mouths together. He let out a little gasp at the suddenness of the kiss but reciprocated soon enough, hands finding purchase on your hips as your palms slid up the sides of his neck.

You’d been expecting the first kiss to be good, but the way his mouth moved against yours was like nothing you’d ever experienced in your life. He kissed you like he was drowning man gasping for air. And you almost whined out loud when he pulled back after a minute- breath shaking.

“Let’s move this outta the bathroom, yeah?” 

Giving a short nod, you nudged him backward with your foot as you went back to making out. 

But you only took two steps before you felt Austin sliding his hands off your hips to your backside, grabbing your ass in both palms. He lifted you just off your feet and you got the message, hopping up and allowing your legs to wrap around him. 

You’d just slid your tongue into his mouth when you felt the bulge in his pants rub against you. The friction hit at just the right angle to make your breath catch, Austin letting out a light chuckle against your mouth.

He laid you gently onto the mattress when you reached the bed, motioning for you to sit up so he could arrange the pillows more conveniently, sliding one under your hips. 

When sat back to admire his handiwork on that the first thought that came to your mind as his eyes raked across your body was that you felt small. But he dove dowin to kiss you again and it was quickly forgotten, replaced with pleasure as he slotted a knee between your legs. 

He dragged his mouth down to kiss your neck and you could no longer muffle the sounds rising up your throat against his mouth. Something he seemed to revel in as he pushed your hair back for better access.

Grinding haplessly against his knee, you tried to fight a whine, and failed when he adjusted the angle- fully hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Use your words for me, I’m listenin’.” He whispered.

“Too many clothes.” 

Austin mumbled a gruff “Agreed.” as he pulled away just enough to remove his shirt. You used that time to shimmy off your black sundress dress, tossing it to the side of the bed and laying back down as Austin did the same with his pants. 

When he was stripped down to his boxers and finally looked back down at you, the lust you found in his eyes went straight to your already dripping center.

And the guilt you’d felt just a few minutes earlier dissolved into white noise.

You pulled him back down by the neck into a searing kiss, pistoning your hips up as he ground against your shamelessly. One particular shift of his hips against your center drew a moan out of your as you dropped your head back, followed by something he couldn’t make out. 

“What’d I just tell you?” He chastised, bringing his fingers to the edge of your panties, tugging at the waistband but not pulling them all the way down. 

You couldn’t make any words come out and he didn’t let that stop him from dipping his hand into the lace clad fabric, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your clit once.

Your hips jerked at even that slight sensation, hand that had been holding onto the sheets flying up to grab at his lower arm and move his wrist yourself.

Biting on his bottom lip, he tugged your panties all the way off and you found enough composure to get your bra off with one hand as he did.

Austin’s eyes widened a little when he noticed and he returned his attention to your neck.

Kissing all the way down to your breast bone, he glanced back up at you for permission before he went further. 

Dropping a hand into his hair with a nod, you gasped when his tongue swiped over your nipple a second later.

When he repeated the motion he paired it with returning his hand to your throbbing clit, sucking ony your tit as he rubbed you off. It was embarrassing how quickly he was dragging you to precipice, breathy moans escaping past your lips in rapid succession.

Pulling off of your breast, Austin moved back up your body to press his dick against your thigh again, grinding against you as he moved his fingers off your clit and eased them inside of you. He hooked the two digits in your pussy in a ‘come ‘ere’ motion, and the moan of his name it got out of you got what sounded like a growl out of him.

“You feel what those sounds are doing to me?” He grunted. “Gotta fuck you soon or I’m gonna come in my boxers like a middle schooler.”

“Can’t do that- need you inside me Aus please,”

At that whiny beg that you could barely get out he pulled his fingers out of you roughly, sticking them in his mouth and sucking as he used his other hand to tug his boxers down.

You reached for him before they even hit his knees, the need you felt for contact growing overwhelming. 

“Such a good girl telling me what you want, usin’ your manners.” Austin said as he yanked them all the way off, leaning in to give you a quick kiss as he dropped them to the side. 

When he pulled away the hand that had just been inside you wrapped around his dick, the other grabbing the underside of your thigh to lift your leg. You were quick to let both wrap around him like you had before as he lined up at your entrance, arms falling around his neck.

Pushing in slowly, his breath shook as he braced his hands against the mattress on either side of your head. He was a little bigger than you’d expected and you sucked in a breath as you adjusted, grip around his neck tightening.

When he was all the way inside he stopped, bringing a hand up to your face. Running his thumb across your bottom lip, Austin looked at you with a tender gaze.

“You okay pretty baby?”

Cheeks flushed as you took a deep breath and exhaled, your voice shook when you found your words. “‘m good, so good,”

He started to move then, and when his head dropped to your neck with a groan you realized being this close to him could become addicting.

Moving one hand from around his neck, you pushed him back by the chest just enough to get access to his neck.

Kissing down to his clavicle did exactly what you’d hoped it would when the speed of his thrusts increased, his breathing labored.

“You’re so perfect,” Austin groaned as he dropped down to his elbows and moved one hand down to your clit. 

Getting in at as good an angle he could, he massaged the bundle of nerves with two fingers as he fucked your into the mattress.  And the combination sent you reeling, head thrown back as you writhed under him, hips moving involuntary. You could feel how red your face was as you panted, nails digging into his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you’d leave marks.

“Oh look at you, shit-” Austin choked out, cut off by a moan of his own, movements growing erratic. 

You didn't know how much longer you were going to last, too far gone to be embarrassed about coming too fast. 

 “Aus- Austin I’m gonna,” you tried, cut off when one particular slam of his hips found your g-spot, dick pounding it against it mercessily- and repeatedly when the realization clicked. 

“Yeah, come on my dick baby- do that for me,”

He ducked his head down to kiss right below your ear, nibbling at the skin there and that did you in. 

Moaning his name so loud you were sure the people in the next room heard them, you saw white as the coil in your stomach came undone, hips thrashing against his hand as your walls clenched impossibly tighter around him. 

Austin yanked out abruptly, chest heaving as he barely managed one stroke before he was coming with a groan, stripping your stomach all the way up to your chest with his release. 

You’d been so caught up in the moment from the first kiss that you hadn’t realized you’d skipped the condom until then, though you were too fucked out to give it much thought.

Squeezing your eyes shut and trying to catch your breath, you thought you heard Austin say something about how he’d be right back. And when you opened your eyes again he’d returned, helping you sit up with a wet flannel in one hand.

Whispering so quietly you almost didn’t hear it about how beautiful you were, Austin pressed his lips to your body and face as he wiped you down.

It was intimate. Too intimate, and as the orgasmic high wore off you felt the anxiety from before creeping back into your chest. 

When Austin was done and went back into the bathroom you forced yourself up to dig through your duffle bag for clothes to sleep in.

Austin did the same when he came out, and the silence that fell over the room not awkward- but not comfortable either. 

And you didn’t know what you’d wanted to see in his face when you turned back around after getting dressed. But finding guilt made your stomach drop.

Avoiding his eyes as you got back into bed, you sucked in a breath when he outstretched an arm as you did. He stopped short of wrapping it completely around you, hand resting above your head as you adjusted the blankets. 

And there was a considerable gap between the two of you until closed it, rolling over onto your stomach. 

A minute passed before either of you said anything, Austin’s hand finding its way to your hair. He stroked through it as he spoke, and you lifted your eyes towards him cautiously. 

“You’re a good girl- and you don’t let anyone take that from you, okay? Even me.”

A part of you wanted to tuck and roll out of the hotel bed.

Run out and run into the street and just scream.

But you nodded against his shoulder, breathing out an “‘Kay.” as he kissed your hair.

Nothing about what you’d just done was okay, to the extent that you were starting to feel nauseous over it.

A little self preservation couldn’t hurt though. Could it?

[aashiyancha]

Rigbarth has a lot of sibling pairs

Too bad they're not all datable characters

[elvisabutler]

can you do headcannons on pa reader and austin being in a secret relationship bc he has to be in a pr relationship (they don’t want austin and reader to be pr bc it would be to obvious it’s for the movie)

okay so quick disclaimer, this is a pa! reader but not the pa! reader y'all are used to seeing from me. mostly because my brain couldn't quite wrap my head around that one. ( give me a good night's sleep tonight and low key i'll probably do it anyway. ) but tw: jealousy. so much jealousy. cheating but it's a pr relationship so confusing on that front.

consider. you both hate this. with a fiery passion you two only usually show each other.

you both can't argue against it because while everyone and their mother on set know that you two are dating and have been since filming started after the covid shutdown the wb higher ups have no idea.

and you and austin want to keep it that way because you know what the paparazzi does to couples who meet and fall in love on set. you're not about to deal with that.

it will also hurt anyone's chances to get an oscar. it shouldn't but baz, catherine, and the two of you kind of come to the agreement that it will.

consider. you do not get to pick who austin dates nor do you get to pick who you are dating. this leads to both of you ending up with people who are charming and attractive. this is a problem because on a good day you are jealous person by nature when it came to austin. and on a bad day austin is a jealous person when it came to you.

basically both of you are obscenely jealous and fight at least once a week in your shared apartment when you can both get to it without any paparazzi following you. on more than one occasion

you have accused him of cheating. he has done the same thing. you both make up before the night is over but by the middle of the press tour for elvis you're both at your limit.

you ask baz and the rest of the producers if it is possible to stop the pr relationships. they respectfully tell you not until at least the end of the press tour. preferably after oscar nominations are done.

you cannot wait and break things off with your pr relationship before being talked back into joining it again when reminded maybe you have a chance at an oscar too.

consider there's a break in the press tour that you use to have your pr relationships near you while you go to your shared apartment. you agree to try and have fun with this. it then becomes a game of who can make the other more jealous kissing and doing whatever with the other person in the pr relationships.

you win. every single time.

and your prize is getting- well, austin likes to show you who you belong to and it certainly isn't the attractive eyecandy you have to drag along on events that isn't him.

when the press tour is over you find that they only shove the two of you with your "significant others" when they really need to. a red carpet but other than that, they let you and austin live your life. still mildly separate but you aren't stuck watching him stick his tongue down someone's throat and vice versa almost every single night.

consider! austin gets caught leaving the apartment when he's supposed to be with his pr relationship. this is about two weeks before oscar noms.

damage control one hundred percent happens the second it hits deux moi or tmz.

there is talk about just introducing you two as a couple.

you are both here for this.

they decide that well austin's already fucked it up so might as well.

he still gets the oscar nom, you don't but that's okay because there will be other times for you and he deserves it.

he wins. and thanks his best girl. his beautiful girlfriend, y/n.

"you didn't have to make out with him like that?" "like what?" "like he was an oasis in the desert."

"how come you never wear jeans that make your ass look like that with me?" "you see me naked! why do i need to?" "because like seeing your ass look good in pants? that's like asking me why i need to wear those jeans you like." "that's different." "oh my god, i will call her up and make her take you for an outing today."

[springsteens]

I was today years old when I found out Riley Keough is Elvis' granddaughter what the fuuuck I mean it makes sense it's another nepo baby but I'm just so shocked that she's Elvis' himself out of all people omg

[pixlatedvampire]

I love this disaster bard sm you don’t even know 💕

[fawnnbinary]

Just, to talk about the way I see him in my head and make some physical design notes: Jaskier is six foot tall and kinda built actually.

Not really at the beginning of his journeys with Geralt, oh no. He's freshly eighteen and just finishing his last year of university, he's thin and a bit waifish - and bot even by choice. Being a nobleman will do it, he argues, knowing he ran off years ago, hasn't lived as a nobleman for so long - being poor does it to you. Not getting enough to eat does.

(He thinks the look works to his advantage, at least in terms of his love life. Women are less intimidated by him, men see the appeal in something they can toss around so easily. It breaks his poor little heart that the handsome, brooding man in the corner of the tavern in Posada doesnt seem interested.)

But by even the fifth year traveling with his Witcher he's gotten strong. His calves are sculpted from all the walking, his arms strong enough to haul Geralt off when he needs it after rough hunts or an exceptionally reckless amount of potions - "you know better, Geralt of Rivia, by the fucking Gods you cant do this to yourself - where is that blasted Kiss?" - his chest is broad and now covered in hair. The latter is a feature he shows off as often as he can, though his body hair isn't confined to his chest- he's a hairy man, even got a bit of scruff to his face, though it's all kept as neat and clean as possible.

(It is not because Geralt once remarked a man looks better with a bit of hair. Definitely not.)

I dont have an end to this post, just want to talk About Him, and a good 3am ramble for fun while a cat tries to suffocate you never hurt anybody (except me. Spinky is hurty me utudugi)

He's got strong thighs and a thin waist - he's slender. Lean. It's a plus for his career in entertainment that he's also quite agile and flexible. He jokes that these traits also boost his love life.

His hair is very soft. It's got the slightest wave when he lets it grow out, and is nothing like the curls his sister Saffron (who I intend to redesign a bit so if you've seen my single drawing of her no you haven't) has. He likes it just long enough he can tuck the front behind his ear a bit.

He's got freckles, but they're very light, littering his skin gently and being of course brought out a bit by the summer sun.

There are scars tossed haphazardly about his body as well, from hunts he's assisted (read: followed Geralt into to help whether he was asked to or not) and from monsters who have a taste for men clad in silks, from angry lovers or their even angrier husbands - and of course from fights he gets himself into to defend Geralt's name or his honor or just because someone said something dickish in the tavern about his lovely Witcher after he'd had one drink too many.

[summerhavens]

why is no one talking about the scene in priscilla where she's like 11 months pregnant and is examining herself in the mirror, clearly feeling insecure about her pregnant body, and then she steps on the scale for it to perfectly land not one single ounce over 130lbs 💀. sofia coppola is evil for that for real

[best-soulsborne-ost-poll]

I'm really starting to think that people are voting for their favourite characters instead of choosing the best music :(

Gwyin's theme, Ornstein and Smough, Seath...How can they not be here in the finals? Sif's theme is one of the best ones so I get it but how could Artorias beat Kalameet? His theme is kind of standard if confronted to the other ones. It's not bad, don't take me wrong, but if you want a sad ost, plin plan plon is way better from a musical point of view in my opinion. Artorias is a legend but his theme sadly is not :(

I'm obviously going to accept the final result but it's kinda sad. Have a nice day!

This is probably true to some degree, and kind of inevitable with these kinds of polls. That being said everyone votes for their own reasons and according to their own tastes, which is cool, so. idk ! interested to see how ds2 in particular goes

[birlwrites]

Okay so more questions fjsbsjsjsj: Who is your favorite OC in ttdl and why? Ramble to us about themmmmm

HMMMMMMMMMM

alright i have to say i've been obsessed with priam lately - i think my favorite OC is likely to change a lot depending on who i'm thinking about at any given time, because there was also a period in which i was obsessed with heather. geoff always deserves better and megan is always fun. but i haven't talked about priam much so i'm gonna do that here!

priam is one of the people who would have been contenders to take over the dark arts study group after horatio nott if regulus hadn't jumped in and seized it. he's not bothered by this because he is pretty chill for a slytherin - if regulus wants to run the study group and be liable for everything that happens there, so be it, priam is fine with that

BUT. he was not always so chill. actually he was always pretty chill with regard to dark arts. but he was a huge neurotic mess for uh. let's call it a year or so. because of his embarrassingly massive crush on heather. it was disastrous. she knew about it for months he's lucky she found it endearing

but by the time that ttdl starts they've been dating for a while (a couple of years which is ETERNAL for teenagers) so he's considerably more relaxed around her

okay now on to my favorite thing about priam which is his absolutely shit eyesight!!! i'm joking but also i'm not. i can feel my vision getting worse so i really relate to him afjslghskfjslskjf

my actual favorite thing about priam is actually more about his family magic. he's a parkinson, which means he deals with enchanted/cursed objects. he has this super cool workshop at home that definitely has all sorts of magical gizmos and cool shit - also the wood for his wand came from a grove of trees on the grounds of the parkinson estate

ON TO HIS GLASSES WHICH ARE THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS

so priam actually has 3 pairs of glasses, but to anyone who isn't a parkinson, he appears to only have 1. they are completely identical... unless you can see the enchantments on them. which most parkinsons can!

the reason priam needs enchanted glasses is specifically *because* he can see magic. (he also needs glasses in general but like, this is why they're enchanted.) it's not like the blacks, who can feel the presence/absence of magic (more on that in a few chapters) - parkinsons can see *acts* of magic. so, spells, enchantments, runes, wandwork, potions (yes potions tend to be visible to all, but parkinsons can tell what they do)

different parkinsons have different strengths when it comes to this - some find certain types of magic easier than others to identify. they can train their eyesight - to develop a particular skill, switch around between types of magic more easily, or just get more dextrous with it in general. they are working on figuring out a way to train their eyesight to be Less Fucking Nearsighted (the eye strain struggles are REAL, and also it's a side effect of the parkinsons choosing, magically speaking, to focus on the fine details)

so, priam's glasses. as i said, he needs them because he is nearsighted. the reason he has 3 pairs with varying levels of enchantment is so he can have varying levels of blocking out magic, because he lives at magic school surrounded by magic students who constantly do magic when they're not supposed to and that's not even taking into consideration the enchanted portraits and all the spellwork they do in class and--anyway priam needs enchanted glasses so he's not super overstimulated all the time

(like - enchanted portrait? priam sees the magic. moving photos in the newspaper? he sees the magic. schoolwork? cosmetic charms? basically every single book? enchanted quills and candy? how is he not constantly in the middle of a meltdown? special glasses.)

so he has his Work Glasses (just plain regular unenchanted ones, for when he needs to see everything), his Everyday Glasses (dim the magic halfway - he can see it, but it's subtle), and his I'm So Tired Of This Shit Please Make It Stop Glasses (block the magic out entirely, which feels weird to priam because he's used to just. *seeing* way more, so that's why he uses the halfway ones as his day-to-day glasses - some of his family members block out the magic entirely by default because they don't want to deal with that shit).

priam pretty much always wears the third pair in classes where there's a lot of magic flying around, but it's not dangerous enough for him to want to keep an eye on it - charms is a good example

the glasses are identical to non-parkinson eyes/without a magical examination, but priam can tell them apart super easily just by looking at the vibes (when he's not wearing his complete-blocker ones). he only has one glasses case, but it uses an undetectable expansion charm and some other magic and stuff so it can store all his glasses while making it look like he only has one pair - like, you know how on a ferris wheel, there are multiple cars/carriages/whatever, but only one of them is on the bottom at a time and they rotate? that's what the glasses case is like, except you can't see the glasses that aren't in the front position, and the glasses in the front position look like they're the only ones in the case. SO priam can carry around all his glasses at once in case he needs to switch, which he usually does under the guise of needing to clean them, as he has 3 actually identical cleaning cloths in his glasses case

AND at home in his funky workshop he also has... you guessed it.... EVEN MORE GLASSES!!!!! and just more eyewear in general, like there are goggles and such. they all do different things - emphasize certain types of magic and deemphasize others, magnify vision and such. and they also have corrective lenses because, again, he's nearsighted as shit

ADDITIONALLY another fun thing priam and his family can do is 'zoom in' on their vision and do things on that scale. this is either a skill they can practice or a handy-dandy set of goggles they can use to help, made by them. you know how when you zoom in on a digital drawing, you can make changes on a much smaller scale than when you're at 100%? that's how it works. for a parkinson, magnifying their vision allows them to navigate the world on that level. like suddenly, priam can draw polka dots on an ant

it doesn't really work the other way around - like, if you 'zoom out' your vision, suddenly everything looks super distorted as your eyes and brain try to fill in new stuff, and it's just super disorienting, so not a skill they try to cultivate

also, you remember miles mckinnon, marlene's cousin in third year who is now in regulus's study group? he's decided priam is now his role model for all things magic, and where miles goes, his pack of slightly hazardous loud friends follows. priam is trying to prevent this from becoming a problem because he takes lab safety responsible magical experimentation very seriously

final priam thoughts: the greatest tragedy about him as a character is that due to his milieu he has no idea what a rube goldberg machine and thus does not realize he could make the most LEGENDARY ones ever. i am saddened

[ladysophiebeckett]

ive seen too many jacob elordi movies is something i just realized, sadly.

[xejune]

that was the last of last year's abandoned sketches/WIPs!

but if you'd like to see more of my art, reminder that my commissions are open :3c

(or you can or just wait for when i next finish a drawing ✨️)

[bcofl0ve]

!!REQUESTS ARE BACK OPEN!!

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