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Action pose studies went extremely well with Ain’s-11 combat style
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PAC: Is Your Circle Trustworthy?
Hello beautiful people! I am so sorry for the wait, I've been busy with just enjoying what life has to offer. I really hope that you all are doing good! Today's reading is inspired by the people that are/were in my life that I've considered friends. I think that we all go through a period of time where we're questioning the people in our circles. Maybe it's because we're going through a period of transition, experiencing successes, experiencing painful moments, etc. I think that there is nothing wrong with this because we're all human at the end of the day. What aligns with us will stay, what doesn't will go. Also, please check out my Five Dollar Friday sale. It would mean a lot to me! Thank you! So with that being said, please pick the quote that resonates with you, my dear!
Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)
Pile One: I think some of you work in an elderly home/nursing home. Maybe you’re working on getting your degree in nursing. I heard the line from Beyonce’s ‘Hold Up’ where she says “Something don’t feel right / ‘Cause it ain’t right”. I don’t think you guys have a good discernment. You don’t trust yourself so in return, you attract some questionable people. I get the feeling that you guys are like the friend that doesn’t know how to say no, so you end up getting taken advantage of. You guys remind me of a friend that I had once. I think that you need to start owning your power, realizing your worth. You can do this by spending more time by yourself. Once you start seeing how people interact with you as you step into your true self, you will see who stays and who will go. There is nothing wrong with a fresh start. You need to get real though. You need to clean house, babe. Nothing is permanent, so don’t force yourself to stick in a situation that you don’t need to be in.
Cards Used: 8 of Swords (RX), The Moon, The Devil, Queen of Discs, Strength, 4 of Swords, The Chariot.
extras: “the underdog”. independent not by choice. meditation. saturn in the 1st house. looking at the moon. empire (2015). solar system. planetarium. “they don’t wanna see me smile”. oh happy day.
Pile Two: I feel like you guys are going to a concert soon. You could have made up with a friend that you fell out with and now you’re wondering if they have good intentions this time. They have changed for the better, I see. It takes two to tango is the energy that I am getting from this. There’s no fingers to point here. You both did your dirt but after some time apart, you’ve come to acknowledge your part in the ending of the friendship. I think that you guys have a good circle around you within this friendship and outside of your friendship. But you guys do not need to befriend your co-workers. Keep that to a minimum. This goes for any classmates that you think are cool too, lol. I see that you’ll be turned off by their behavior very quickly. But you have a good circle overall, just don’t let your ego ruin your friendships. Check yourself before you wreck yourself.
Cards Used: 5 of Swords, 6 of Swords, Ace of Cups, 9 of Cups, Temperance, The Sun.
extras: childhood best friends. autism. “stand back!” thumbs down. 2009. new boyz.
Pile Three: For this pile, I heard “divinely orchestrated”. I think your circle is perfect just the way it is. You are spiritually bonded to the people that are your friends right now. They have pure intentions. This could be your chosen family. You’ve chosen correctly. For some of you, your circle consists of mostly your biological family. Your guides approve of the people around you so much. I think that you will be lifelong friends with these people. I am seeing some distance between you and these people though, physical distance to be exact. Did you move or are you planning to move? I feel like your circle wants you to make the move if you haven’t. They see that you are bored and fed up with your current environment. They will always be there for you. You’re right where you need to be and you have the support around you, just do it!
Cards Used: Temperance, 10 of Pentacles, 7 of Discs, King of Cups, The Hierophant, Ace of Discs.
extras: polaroid cameras. divinity. todrick hall. twitter memes. “fall flat”. chasing fame. smalltown girl.
Pile Four: At one point, your circle was perfect for you. But I think that you have outgrown it. I feel like at the beginning of this friendship, you were insecure. Perhaps, you and these other people bonded over traumas or a common enemy/disdain for something. Maybe you were both impulsive teenagers who hated the world. Now, you don’t want this friendship in your life anymore. You’ve done some soul searching. This person is still on the same shit. Now there is some tension that has risen between the two of you. You want more for yourself, but this person doesn’t. If you don’t cut this person/these people off, they will take you down with them. I feel like this person is immature. They lack the emotional maturity to see how their lack of growth is detrimental to this friendship. They don’t really appreciate it like they should. I feel like this person has ego trips that you’re just now noticing. I heard, “Don’t save her / She don’t wanna be saved”. This person is judgmental and it’s best that you get away from them for your own good. I am channeling the energy of Nancy from The Craft. This person could be doing witchcraft on you if you know they engage in that stuff. Be careful, Pile Four.
Cards Used: Judgment, The Empress (RX), Justice, 2 of Discs, The Moon, The Hierophant (RX), 10 of Discs, The Hermit.
extras: beignets. spiritual/religious awakening. take me to church by hozier. army-bound. powerful.
#law of assumption#manifesting#neville goddard#tarotreading#hoodoo#astro notes#pick a card#pick a pile#divination#tarot#tarot community#tarot tumblr#black tarot readers#tarot witch#daily tarot#free tarot#tarot cards#tarot reading#tarot deck#pick a reading#tarot pick a card#tarot pac#paid readings#pac reading#divination readings#future spouse reading#channeled reading#intuitive readings#love reading#occult
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NWhile you're doing pokemon, might i ask, for a platonic headcanons ofseeiven, Penny and Nemona x reader,
where reader's showing them the snowy cat weasel legendary pokemon that was sealed away(i forget names atm-), i can picture arven at least being concerned seeing the dex's entry for it as reader's just all "oh but it's a sweetheart! Don't be so worried!" as theyre giving the pokemon that no doubt would absolutely cause a devastating avalanche if the reader wasnt there scritches and pats/lh
feel free to ignore just thought it could be amusing!/lh
-salt anon(stay safe btw!)
This is perfect timing bc I caught Chien-Pao today (and also Ting-Lu, my fav) after struggling and restarting the game a lot
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After Ms. Raifort piqued your interest in the "Treasures of Ruin", you set out to free them from their confinements, knowing these poor things were taken advantage of centuries ago.
You believe they could still be helped. It wasn't too late! All they needed was love and friendship, things you were more than happy to provide.
Of course, pulling the stakes that sealed the Icerend Shrine and challenging Chien-Pao afterwards was no cakewalk, but you caught it after convincing it to come with you, promising to give it a better life.
The feline ice-type was surprisingly quick to warm up to you after you gave it a bath during a picnic, figuratively melting its icy heart.
You took great care in shining its sword fangs, smiling when it purred in thanks before taking a nap in the grass, curled up.
It becomes harder to believe this sweet creature had a hand in destroying an entire kingdom.
Soon after, you decided to call your friends so they could see it for themselves.
As expected, Nemona was the first to arrive, psyched to see a Pokémon she's only heard about in books.
She could immediately tell it was quite strong (despite it being cuddled up to you when she got there).
"..and you're gonna let me fight it one day, right?" She dares to ask, taken aback when Chien-Pao wakes up and looks at her in disdain.
You just laugh and shake your head, giving the Ruinous Pokémon chin scritches. "Unless you wanna be swept away by an avalanche..I don't think so. Besides, I think it's been through enough fights in its life."
Not long after her arrival, Penny and Arven show up, completely shook(tm) at the existence of this bizarre Pokémon.
Penny’s surprised it was just stuck in its own little cave all these years, while Arven’s curious about what the Pokedex says about it.
But when he finds out..well...to say he’s just “concerned” is a huge understatement.
He’s downright scared for you, having no clue how you tamed it and fearing the repercussions of freeing it.
“...[y/n], this thing is more than just a Pokémon..it’s...it’s got a bunch of souls in it--angry souls of people who hated that “king”. It also causes terrible avalanches and-”
“Oh give it a rest, Arven...does this look like the face of someone who’d cause terrible avalanches?” You pouted, holding either side of Chien-Pao’s face as you stared at him. “Do you see any hatred here? Because I don’t.”
When he has no answer, you resume patting its head, treating it like a big ol’ kitty that was simply misunderstood.
Even Penny becomes brave enough to pet its back, only to freeze when it sends an icy gaze at her. “Uh....sorry...?”
She thinks she did something wrong and is about to invoke the wrath of this ancient beast....
Until Chien-Pao purrs and nuzzles her cheek, invading her personal space just like Koraidon/Miraidon did all those times, causing you to chuckle and shake your head.
You could only hope to nurture the other three in the quartet into sweet and cuddly creatures like this one.
#no kidding tho#i was suffering trying to catch this one#but it was worth it ^w^#clanask#salt anon#pokemon x reader#pokemon scarlet x reader#pokemon violet x reader#pokemon penny#pokemon arven#pokemon nemona#pokemon treasures of ruin#chien pao#platonic#headcanons
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No One Walks Out Ch 5: Salty Lips
Warnings: Tarot misinformation, penetrative vaginal sex, manipulation, fluff, smut, then angsty tears. 18+ Minors DNI.
Apparently I don't know how to schedule things so I am posting earlier than expected. Please file your complaints accordingly.
Word Count: 9.4 K
Summary: Becky has settled into the rhythm of life at Graceland over the first few days there, though she still has not had a full tour. Luckily, her hosts finally get it together to show her around. She goes to visit her sister, but encounters an unexpected guest. At least for her.
I need to first thank my alpha, @whositmcwhatsit for reading the first draft and giving me feedback as she corrected my grammar. Which is generally bad. Thanks Jade, I some how fooled you into hanging out with me and I would feel guilty for asking you to read my stuff, because it takes you away from your own writing which is necessary and needed for the good of the fandom. But you always make my work better so I cannot feel guilty at all. No, I selfishly will take every glance and glint and comment you give me.
Also thanks to my fellow Elvis sister wives for all their morale support and brilliance. Just being in your orbit is a gift: @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love
If you need to catch up first:
Chapter 4: Kaleidoscope
or start from the beginning: No One Walks Out On Big Daddy Masterlist
Chapter 5: Salty Lips
11:45 a.m. Thursday, June 19, 1975
Graceland Estate, Memphis, TN
A cardinal twittered loudly, joined by a chickadee, and Becky was so ensconced in the bubble of idyllic life at Graceland that she wondered if this musical rendition wasn’t just for her benefit. Lisa gave an excited hum where she sat next to Becky on top of the picnic table by the pool and slapped down another tarot card.
“Alright, Becky, ‘Page of Swords’, what does this one mean?”
Becky looked closely at the drawing, closing one eye and squinting nearer for effect.
“Well, babt,” Becky mused, trying to stifle a grin and pronounce the girl’s fortune with complete confidence. “They all go together.” She set it next to the other cards they had drawn: Strength, The Chariot and The Moon. Becky was not sure how many cards you were supposed to put down when reading tarot, but four seemed like a good number.
”So?” Lisa slapped her hand on the table.
“Well, so, Page of Swords, as we can see here now, obviously means you are gonna live on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and you’ll have yellow tights, and a pretty pink dress, and a big ol’ sword that you’ll be very good at using,”
“I’m already pretty good with my daddy’s samurai sword, wanna see?”
“Hmmm, maybe later.”
Becky thought of her shooting lesson the other day and decided against more deadly weapons. Getting through the day without letting Lisa kill or be killed would count as a win for bonding with the kid of her new - lover? fling? friend? - whatever Elvis was to her. She decided to go with fling. A short fling. They were two grown adults having a casual, fun, very short fling. Well, one rock star and one adult.
Was she even an adult? She had spent most of the last three days playing with a seven year old until the late afternoon, and then playing with Elvis into the night. She felt like she had wandered into a strange, enchanted land where all the adults acted like children and all the children acted like adults. Water fights, target practice, ice cream for breakfast, and impulsive shopping sprees.
Not having a schedule or others depending on her had been freeing at first, but now, on day four of life at Graceland, Becky had started to feel somewhat unmoored from reality away from the structure of her daily life back home.
She looked down at the table, where Lisa was tapping on the next card, and continued her tarot reading.
“Ok, see here, Strength, that’s an angel with a lion. Of course, now, that is just symbolic. The angel is your conscience telling you the right thing to do, but you won’t have this moral confidence until you own a lion. They can be very difficult pets, I hear, I recommend getting an ice locker for all the gazelle meat you are going to need to feed it.”
“You’re silly, Becky, no one owns lions as pets.”
“No one yet, but hey baby, according to your fortune, you are gonna change all that. There’s nothing you can do. It’s in the cards. That means it has to happen.”
Lisa rolled her eyes, her lips betraying a smile. “Ok, what else?”
“Well, here, The Chariot, clearly one day you will go to Egypt and meet a prince -”
“And marry him?”
“Well, that depends. On whether you like him or wanna feed him to your lion?” Becky growled and gashed her teeth playfully as if she was going to eat Lisa’s shoulder. Just as Lisa shrieked and hit Becky, the back door slammed and they glanced over to see Elvis’ aunt Delta stagger out.
“Alright, Lisa Marie now, s’getting to be round lunch time. I just got Ma settled out in the rockin’ chair, so it’s time for you to come eat.” Delta looked Becky up and down as she spoke.
“Whatcha y’all got goin on?” she said, and Becky noticed Lisa stiffen and gather up the cards.
“We’re just playing Old Maid, Aunt Delta.”
Becky raised her eyebrow at Lisa, who just shook her head with a crafty smile. Becky turned to the older woman. Hmmm, I guess these older ladies don’t approve of mystical practices. Or maybe they only let one resident here get away doing whatever he wanted.
She thought of Elvis’ grandmother, who had turned to her after he had left the dinner table the night before, taken her arm and whispered low:
“I hope ya don’t break his heart, like all the rest. That young boy ova there has been through so much. Don’t know why he canna find a good woman. Guess they just don’t make us like they used ta.” Minnie Mae had then released Becky’s hand and spit part of her chew into the tea cup next to her dinner plate.
Becky only had a moment to feel uneasy before Elvis swooped back in and pulled her into the den and onto his lap, where he cajoled Lisa to perform “Crocodile Rock” for the group on top of the coffee table.
No, I reckon these good ole girls who sit around bemoaning the lack of any good women left would probably not go in for tarot cards, Becky thought, as she looked at Elvis’ aunt.
“How are you doing today, Ms. Presley?”
“Hmmm, it’s Biggs. And it’s Mrs. And never you mind, you can save it, I don’t care for you kissing up ta me. I know your kind.”
Becky tightened her smile at Delta’s grimace, wondering if that was the faint odor of vodka wafting off the older woman. Just then, Delta weaved towards her and gripped a nearby chair to steady herself. Her eyes narrowed at Becky in judgment.
“You are like all the others, waiting around for your payday. Out for all you can get. Bout as useful as gum on a boot heel. Humph.”
“Oh brother, here we go!” Lisa jumped up and walked past Delta. “C’mon, Becky Butt, let’s go get some chocolate cake.”
Becky smiled even wider at Delta as she followed Lisa, and watched the older woman scan the pool area, before tottering back to the house behind them.
“Chocolate cake? That doesn’t sound like a good lunch.”
“Oh, it’s the best lunch, don’t worry, I told Nancy before she left this morning, so it’s all ready.”
“They - they let you have that for lunch”
“Let me?” Lisa grinned a devious grin and her eyes sparkled. “I’m the boss round here when Daddy’s asleep. If they ever give me any guff, I just lay down tha law an let ‘em know how it is, jack.”
“Oh? And how is it?”
“Get with the program or git!” Lisa held the door to the kitchen open for Becky, and grabbed the milk out of the fridge.
Sure enough, there in the middle of the counter was a tall, chocolate cake adorned with a circle of pink frosting rosettes. Lisa poured two tall glasses of milk and carefully set out china plates with all the hospitality of a true, Southern hostess.
“Don’t worry, Becky, it’s vegetarian!” Lisa announced, grabbing the biggest knife Becky had ever seen, almost the length of the short, seven year old’s arm, as she proceeded to carve two large, unwieldy pieces from the beautiful dessert.
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Becky was certain that her chocolate cake was about to make an encore appearance as the golf cart whipped around the bend. Grabbing the top of the seat, she looked over at Lisa as the little girl pushed her foot harder on the pedal and yelped with glee while she steered them down the grass behind the carport.
“I didn’t realize golf carts could go this fast.” Becky gripped her seat tighter, her knees jostling up and down against the metal bar at the front.
“Oh yeah, these are top o’ the line, Becky. Watch, I can get it to go even fast—” Becky put her hand up in protest.
“Nope, not necessary, this - this is great. Very refreshing in the heat.”
Lisa pushed her feet down a little further and Becky held on for dear life as the air whipped through her dark curls and reminded her very much that she was alive and wanted to keep it that way.
“Ok, so this is the stable,” Lisa pointed to a large white building coming up on their left side. “It’s called House of the Rising Sun, and most people think it's after a song, but actually, it's named after Daddy’s horse, Rising Sun. Though I always say he should be named Setting Sun, on account of the fact that the sun is usually setting before Papa gets up and goes riding.” Lisa slapped her thigh, as if making a rimshot on a drum set, and Becky realized this was her cue to laugh, so she let out a chuckle and rubbed Lisa’s hair.
“Yeah, that is a much better name. Or Sleeping Bear, hmmm?” Lisa giggled.
“Or Grumpy Sleepy Bear.”
“That one sounds perfect, what do you think? We have time to paint a new sign?”
Lisa laughed as she drove them on, showing Becky the trailer where her daddy’s nurse, Tish lived, and the other where Billy, Jo and their kids lived, and they wound their way around the back of the paddock.
“That’s where Daddy likes to race his horses with the guys.”
“For special occasions? Or just for fun?”
“Oh, he does it to show off for the fans.”
Becky snorted down a laugh and and attempted to catch her hair and pulled it back up as it escaped into the wind.
“Um, ha - how do you know he does it for the fans? He tell you that?”
“No, my mama told me; he likes to race the horses round for no good reason, just to show off for the fans cuz he’s a big show off and he’ll never really be a true questrion.”
“Well, I don’t know, I mean your mom may not know —”
“Oh, she does, she knows everything. Daddy’s always saying my mama’s the biggest know-it-all you’ll ever meet. And hippo cat. Why would he call a woman a hippo and a cat?”
“Hmm.” Becky grabbed the side rail as the golf cart swerved back around towards the mansion, trying not to laugh at Lisa’s casual description of her parents. “I bet he meant something else and said it wrong, cuz you’re right, doesn’t make any sense.”
Lisa seemed to agree, nodding her head. And on to the next point of interest, her proud, confident tour guide voice explained that the house butted up to fence over there used to be her granddaddy’s.
They drove past the throng of fans at the front gate near the bottom of the hill they were coming up and Lisa asked Becky if she needed any money or a new camera. Becky wasn’t sure exactly how this related to the crowd, but she had some suspicions as she looked over her shoulder at the people mulling aroun down at the gate. So, instead, she rubbed the sweat off her forehead and complained about the heat.
Parking the golf cart back at the side of the house, Lisa led the way back inside, suggesting they cool down in the pool. Becky didn’t have a bathing suit, but jumped in wearing her tee shirt over underwear, letting her feet push off the rough, concrete bottom of the pool. She felt an almost instant sense of relief and rejuvenation as she sprung up weightlessly through the cool water and floated to the top, rubbing the chlorine out of her eyes. This was, of course, a futile exercise, as more chlorine water was in her face almost immediately, followed by the sounds of Lisa laughing from where she was splashing Becky a few feet away.
“Oh, you are gonna get it!”
Lisa’s screams ricocheted through the patio as Becky swam over, grabbed her and threw her playfully back into the water.
They raced each other like this for a bit, and then played catch in the water. Lisa particularly liked trying to aim directly in front of Becky, and shrieked with delight when Becky let the ball hit the water and then dramatically flustered about in the wake of the splash, uttering out a loud, affected:
“Now heyyyyy! That’s not fair!”
After a while, Mary brought them out some lemonade, and ham and cheese sandwiches, and they dangled their feet in the side of the pool, eating. Becky pulled the ham out of her sandwich, and Lisa opened her mouth, motioning for Becky to drop the cold cut in, chuckling.
“Hmmm, we make a good pair, huh?”
Lisa nodded, speaking with a full mouth:
“Mmmm choww nuhff.” She swallowed, and took a sip of lemonade. “How’d you get to be such a good swimmer? You don’ all kinds of fancy moves out there, I never seen anyone swim sideways like that or stay underwater so long.”
“I was on my high school swim team. Then I used to lead canoe trips down the Cahaba, that’s the big river where I’m from, over in Birmingham.” She ruffled Lisa’s hair. “And I was a camp counselor for a while in Mississippi, we spent most of our summer in the pool. I reckon I was a fish in my past life, that’s what Helga used to say.
“Your nanny?”
“MMhmm. You have a good memory, kid, I can tell. You’re whip smart.”
Lisa giggled and splashed Becky with her foot. Water was violently flying up in the air as they commenced in an epic foot splash fight when a loud, deep ‘Ahem’ made their feet still. Lisa’s lips were pursed, emitting a nervous laugh and Becky met her eyes with frightened giddy trepidation as they turned in unison to see the tall, broad silhouette of Elvis behind them. Becky coughed nervously.
His thumbs hung down from the belt at his white trousers and he tilted his sunglasses down to look over them, adjusting his stance.
“MMMM what's - a -a - ahappenin’ ova round these parts, mhmmm?” Elvis tried unsuccessfully to keep his lip from quirking into a smile as his voice boomed out comically deep.
Lisa giggled, and pointed. “Becky started it!”
Gaping, Becky pushed her into the pool with a whispered, “Thanks a lot, Lisa Marie Benedict Arnold Presley!” Then jumped up to say hi to Elvis.
His face beamed with a grin but then, as she got closer, his lip tightened and his chin tilted out as he took in her swimsuit.
“Becky, what the hell are ya wearin’, girl?”
Becky pulled her shirt down, and Elvis went to grab her hands to stop her, as it just made her nipples more pronounced through the thin, wet fabric.
“Elvis, I don’t have a bathing suit, I didn’t think it was that big of a differe—”
“Honey, I can see your hair through your panties,” he whispered gruffly, wrapping Becky in the thick, white, suede jacket he’d been wearing. As part of his outfit. Outside. In June. In Memphis. Becky rolled her shoulders, trying to shirk it off, looking into his eyes imploringly.
“Elvis, I’m all wet, it will ruin this suede and get it all dirty. It’s so humid, too, I just th—”
“Becky, don’t worry about the jacket.” He pulled her in, unable to resist flicking her over her nipple imself as he scolded her to cover up. “Anyone could see you out here.”
“Baby, no one is out here.”
“But they could be, boy, they could be.. ‘Sides, think now what if a band of drugged-out commie burglars jumped the back fence, and I, I had to send you running to safety at that motel across the street? You don’t wanna be waiting for me and the boys and the police in public like this.” He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
“Elvis, that’s ridiculous - what is the likelihood tha—”
“Now, c’mon on, you never know, it’s getting rougher every day out there. These are the things ya gotta consider.”
Becky was about to argue with him further, that he was being paranoid, and where did he even come up with this stuff, commie drug dealer burglars? She thought of Elvis doing some of the karate moves he had taught her as a band of crazy-eyed youths scaled the back wall, and almost giggled. However, she was suddenly distracted by the fingers tracing over her hips, underneath the suede jacket, and she shivered as she felt goosebumps rise up on the back of her neck, still chilled from the water. Elvis leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes with a low gasp, feeling his belly press into hers.
“Good thing you got me around to think of every angle.” Elvis clicked his tongue and point to his head. ”Go on upstairs and get cleaned up, wanna give you a tour of Graceland.” He patted Becky on the butt as he turned her to the house.
Shuffling forward in the comfort of her new mobile suede sauna, Becky heard Lisa pull out of the water and ask her dad if they could have a bonfire tonight with hot dogs and baked potatoes and corn and s’mores and coconut cake and ice cream.
“Course, baby, jus let Mary and Charlie know how you want it.”
Becky opened the door at the side of the house, she looked back to see Elvis kneeling and smiling as he wrapped Lisa in a towel.
“You’re the boss, booger, I jus’ work here.”
Becky could feel the brightness radiating from Lisa’s broad smile as she went inside, and she shook her head as she mused to herself how sweet they were together. The way Elvis spoiled his daughter was charming when Becky pushed aside her own parenting philosophy, which she had always considered to be overly permissive until spending this last week at Graceland.
She frowned at the prospect of having to parent with someone like him, and felt a sharp pang of sympathy for Priscilla, a woman whom Becky had always regarded as a bit of a cold Yankee. As if you could ever know what someone is like from reading gossip magazines, silly girl.
Getting dressed, Becky chided herself for not telling Elvis about her earlier tour of the estate. It was just that he had looked so intent as he told her what they were doing, and the sound of his voice gently commanding her made her agree with whatever he said, take whatever he offered, do whatever he wanted to do.
Yeah, a long term relationship with this man is trouble. Becky reflected on how relieved she had been when Lisa didn’t wake up and come get her until 10:30 that morning, instead of 8 a.m., like she had the first day, and felt a bit disgusted with herself. Ugh, Elvis’ lifestyle is warping your judgment. Sleep all day, play all night, and now I have to go pretend that I haven’t already seen the grounds of Graceland.
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The dirt shifted under Becky’s Keds as she walked beside Elvis towards the stables, holding his hand as he squeezed it tightly and turned to look at her, eyes soft and bright as he spoke. Becky summoned a look of awe as if seeing the building for the first time.
“Right, now this is the House of the Rising Sun, on account of my horse, Rising Sun. Though I reckon I shoulda named him Setting Sun, because, ya know, that’s usually when I’m getting up.” Elvis looked at Becky expectantly, and she forced a giggle, leaning into him as they walked into the building.
The sound of horses’ snorting and whinnying greeted them, and Becky followed Elvis as he grabbed a handful of sugar cubes from the front counter and leaned against the white gate of the first stall, waggling his eyebrows at Becky as she cautiously stepped forward. He took her hand, unrolling her fingers and putting a piece of sugar in the middle, then clicking his tongue as the large palomino nuzzled into him, nickering and searching for treats.
“Now, go on, he won’t bite ya - much.” Elvis smirked, watching as Becky rolled her lips in and put out her hand, shrieking at the tickle of the horse’s chin hairs on her hand.
“Is this one yours?”
“MMhmmm, this is Rising Sun,” Elvis told her, turning to ruffle the blonde tuft of hair between the golden horse’s ears.
Becky cautiously stroked the white blaze down the middle of his face, stopping to rub his muzzle as he sniffed her hand for more sugar. She looked into Rising Sun’s large brown eyes, wondering how such a majestic creature could be tamed, and how quickly he would trample over her for more sugar.
“He’s beautiful. And terrifying.” She said, then looked up at Elvis. “Just like you, I suppose.”
Elvis’ fingers caressed over Becky’s dress, stopping at the small of her back to rub into her tenderly.
“Oh now, don’t tell me ya afraid of me, now honey. Or these horsies, are ya Becky Butt?” He moved behind her, his hand trailing slowly over her arm, down from her shoulder, until it was over the back of her palm. He slowly guided her palm up to smooth over the side of Rising Sun’s face and cheek, leaning into whisper into her neck. “See, now, now, see? He’s a good boy, gentle and well trained as can be. Ain’t got nothin ta fear from hims.”
Elvis kisses warmed her skin, and Becky shuddered as his lips crushed into her. Moaning, she dropped her hand and turned into him, biting her lip in anticipation as Elvis rolled back on his feet and then forward, pressing her into the white pole that separated the stalls. Rising Sun grunted at them and blew his nose, and Becky squealed at the feeling of his large, gummy mouth chewing at her hair. Elvis' mouth quirked into a smile, but his hand rubbed her side more intently, and a fierce, starved look animated his eyes.
“Get now, silly horse, that ain’t hay.” He gently pushed Rising Sun away, and pulled Becky into him, gripping her tightly.
A tingle burned in Becky’s belly and she breathed out in hushed desire.
“Huh. How - how does my hair look?”
“Looks a a a, a whole lot better than it's gonna once I’m through wit ya.” Elvis said softly, through a high breathy giggle. Then he looked down, bashfully, his hand rubbing Becky’s waist up and down then pinching her on both sides. Becky giggled, pulling herself into his frame, her hand working up over his chest as she kissed his jaw.
“Why, Elvis Presley, I declare, are you - are you trying to seduce me? In the barn?”
He shook his head, a goofy expression pushed his lips into a pout.
“Depends.”
Becky arched her eyebrow, her fingers toyed with the high blue collar of Elvis’ shirt. “Mmmmmm? Depends on what?”
Elvis withdrew, blushing, his jaw tightening, suddenly changing his mind from whatever he had been thinking about doing, “Neva mind, baby. Here, let me introduce ya to the other horses.”
Becky followed him, brushing her hand over the top of his belt and sweeping along his back.
“Ok darlin’, you’re the boss.” Pushing her hand around him, Becky leaned into Elvis, and he drew her tighter into his side, looking ahead to give a large, black horse a sugar cube.
“This here, now, this boy is special, this is Ebony’s Double, come from a real champion stud, Ebony Masterpiece.”
Becky put her hand up to the horse’s neck, feeling his muscles ripple under his silky black coat as she rolled her hand over him. Breathing in, her eyes locked with Elvis as she caught him looking down at her, and she thought about reaching up on her tiptoes to try and kiss him, but instead kissed his shoulder. It was easier, and she relished the way he squeezed her into him in response. His bottom lip dropped down with his chin, and his voice came out in a raspy croak.
“Hey there, lil’ girl.”
Becky nuzzled in, and shifted the rubber soles of her shoes to pivot and bring her closer into Elvis' chest.
“Hey,” she whispered into his armpit.
Elvis brought her chin up and leaned down, his hand moving to cradle her neck as she curled her fingers into his shirt. Gentle kisses became more fervent as his hands crept lower until they cupped her bottom and Elvis was holding Becky up. Notched above his tummy, Becky’s knees bumped up awkwardly against his elbows, and Elvis chuckled as he carried her towards the back of the barn, almost dropping her with a mild stumble. That would have been the end of the white suede suit. But he quickly recovered, grunting as he jostled Becky up and smiling at the sound of her breathy chuckles as she held onto his shoulders while they staggered to the back of the barn. Becky could hear the sound of horse’s hooves, grunts and neighs, but they were peripheral to the sound of the heartbeat pulsing through her ears.
Becky felt the edge of the workbench where Elvis placed her atop. They were at the back of the stables, next to a saddle presumably left for repair. Beckys legs hitched on either side of Elvis' body, and she dragged her thumb over his cheek, moaning out as his lips found that spot on her neck once more and his hands moved under her skirt, slowly, carefully, tugging on her underwear.
“Hey,” she murmured. Elvis cheeks reddened above a smirk as his dark blue eyes looked down at the ground.
“Hey,” he breathed out in a deep voice.
Becky fell back on the table, resting on her wrists.
“Hey.” she waggled her eyebrows and dangled her legs, then tightened them at his side.
He shook his head, unbuttoning his trousers and moving over her, his lips feathering above her as he whispered: “Heyyyyyyy.”
Becky gasped as she felt him thrust slowly upwards into her, moaning out into his mouth.
“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”
She wrapped her legs around him, rocking her hips to meet him in the slow, gentle cadence of their love making. His eyes narrowed on hers as his movements became more deliberate, and his thumb found the slick over her clitoris, swirling in time to their needy rolls back and forth over the workbench. Heat coiled in her belly, and Becky leaned back as a guttural cry escaped her mouth.“Heeyyyyyy fucking ohmygod heyyyyyyYYYYYY GODDAMMMIT” as her climax overtook her.
Elvis leaned forward, peppering kisses over her collarbone and burying his head in her bosom where he continued to slow move in and out of her until he came with a vehement grunt and remained there, head in her chest, panting through the final thrusts before stilling completely.
Becky relished the weight of his body pressing down on her, insistent, immediate, she wanted it to crush her forever. His shaggy swath of black hair moved as Elvis’ chin protruded forward, and she met his blue eyes, looking up at her from his smug, boyish expression. She melted in the radiance of his smile. “Hey.” Elvis blushed, again, then grunted as he pulled himself up and grinned at Becky’s playfully shove.
“Hey is for horses, Presley,” she gasped, and he laughed as he zipped up, bending down to restore her panties to their rightful place.
She wondered if she had made the wrong first impression on the horses, as they ambled out of the stable and back toward the house.
“Hmmm, so that was the tour huh?”
“I think that’s all the tour I can manage right now, lil girl.”
“OK, well, Lisa already showed me the smokehouse, and I’m definitely not having sex in there.”
“Hmmm, well, figured you should know by now, telling me something isn’t gonna happen just about guarantees I havta try.” He slapped her bottom and she shoved him away, only to have his arm instantly around her, drawing her into the warmth of his body as he kissed her head.
“Just so you know, Becky, I did not intend to get busy back there.”
Becky nestled into his shoulder as they walked. She could still hear the sounds of twenty horses behind them if she focused, joined by the sound of crickets and cars on the far off roads buzzing into the twilight of early evening. Above it all, she could feel the grain of Elvis' voice as it rumbling into her ear, heating the side of her neck with each word.
“I, I - I just, well, suddenly couldn’t help myself. Don’t feel that way very often, honey, I think - ” He stopped talking abruptly and turned Becky in to face him.
“Honey, now stop walking already, I’m tryin’ to tell ya something.”
As he looked at her, he noticed that her hair really had come half out of the up twist she had styled it in that evening, and he paused to take out her hair pins, freeing her curls and arranging them over her shoulders.
“There, better.” He nodded with satisfaction. “What was I sayin’? Oh yeah. OK. Here it is. I think I’m starting to really fall for ya, baby. I think, well, I think you should move up here. Can’t bear ta think about taking you back to Jackson next week.”
“This week,” Becky muttered, crossing her arms. “Sunday.”
Suddenly the buzzing, post-coital glow disintegrated and she stood still trying to process what he had said.
He took her shoulders in his hands. “Think about it. Didn’t you say you have a sister here in Memphis?”
Becky nodded, her mind still swimming, wondering if there was any way in hell she could, would, should pursue this. Looking up into Elvis’ eyes was like diving into a sea of endless optimism where everything was possible.
“Hey, I got a business meeting I gotta handle tomorrow night, maybe you could go visit your sister? I was thinking you probably would want to while you're up here anyway. And you can think things over. How it would be, if I got you a place up here, come live with your lil girl in Memphis?”
Becky stood there, nodding again, looking back down at the house. Elvis started to walk.
“Don’t just stand there woman, get in here. The most handsome man in the world just asked if you’d be his baby, least you can do is give him some sugar and say thank you.”
Becky leaned back into Elvis' open arm and kissed his chest. “Hmmm, just took me by surprise is all. I, um, I need to think about it, that’s a big deal, Elvis, I , well, I feel strongly about you too.”
She tickled his side as they walked, and he jerked back with a, *Hey, now.*
“You’re right, though, I should try and see my sister. Tomorrow night, I guess.”
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6:15 p.m. Friday, June 20th 1975
Still at Graceland, for now…
It was one of the new dresses Elvis had bought her that week, a purple, jersey halter dress, that Becky pulled over her head, before asking Lisa to help clasp the simple, diamond drop necklace around the back of her neck. Lisa jumped back, and put out her wrists for a spray of perfume as Becky doused herself and twirled around.
“How do I look?” Lisa put her hand to her chin, thinking carefully.
“I think you need more eye make-up.”
“Ha, maybe, but trust me, my sister is the opposite of glamorous. She’s a judge. And I’m crashing a dinner party, so I think modest, simple, less-is-more sort of look is what I want.”
“Well,” Lisa sighed, ”you definitely nailed the less part. You’re hardly wearing any diamonds. Sure you don’t wanna borrow some of mine?”
Becky fidgeted with the ring she was wearing, the gift Elvis had given her that first night at Graceland. It was almost too large and gaudy for her style, let alone her sister Deborah’s taste. But it had come to be a comforting talisman, something she felt and twisted when she felt nervous or out of her element here with Elvis, doing whatever she thought she was doing. *Acting like an immature teenager who just discovered what sex is*, she thought to herself.
Becky also sensed Elvis would be hurt if he saw her without the ring, because he’d mentioned how nice it looked on her several times, usually taking her hand and kissing the ring there before turning her palm and kissing the center of her hand. And pulling her in for a kiss. *Ughhh, these kisses*. Even the way his dry lips bumped over hers at first touch caused a burning electricity to electrify her face and she became instantly incapable of reason.
Becky sighed, she had this impending sense of doom, her inner Cassandra, as Ida would say, always on high alert to call out trouble at the slightest provocation. Just trust him. This is fun. This feels right. Everything is ok. Wear the damn ring to Debbie’s dinner party.
Becky’s dress swished around her legs as she carefully walked down the staircase, trying not to trip in the orange platform heels Elvis had picked out at the boutique during a late night shopping spree on Wednesday. As she descended, she saw him whispering with Charlie, then the two men heard her and turned around, smiling in an eerie unison. Elvis was somewhat dressed up for his business meeting, in a dark red suit with a light blue dress shirt with a high, starched collar framing his face.
“There she is, Charlie. There’s the most beautiful gal in the world. And the smartest. And the funniest.”
Becky teetered on her platforms as she put her foot down another step.
“And the most graceful woman in the world.” He let out a low guffaw with out, and Becky narrowed her eyes at him
“Oh, keep laughing, Elvis Aaron Presley, I’mma get you for that. Buying me mile-high shoes an then laughing at how I walk in theses unnatural torture devices!”
Becky ran down the rest of the stairs and leapt onto his waist, ruffling his hair as Elvis chuckled.
“God, crazy woman, tryin’ ta kill me?” Becky kissed his forehead as he jostled her up and down, then placing her safely on the ground.
“Mhmmm. Just wanted to give you a kiss for good luck with your business dinner.”
Elvis kissed her back on the cheek as he ushered her and Charlie out of the door with a swat to the butt and a “See ya later, sweetheart.”
Charlie’s white Pontiac was waiting in front for them and they walked around, Charlie leading to open her door. Just as Becky was about to duck into the passenger seat, she saw the long, black snout of Elvis’ Stutz Blackhawk rolling up the driveway, Jerry at the steering wheel. Next to him sat the thin, blonde frame of Linda Thompson outlined against the dark, red leather interior. Jerry was a statue, stoic and serious as he pulled up and Linda burst out of the car to stride over.
“Charlie Hodge, you handsome man, where you runnin’ off to this evening? And who’s your friend?”
Charlie let out a shrill, high-pitched laugh, wondering to himself how Jerry had managed to arrive twenty minutes earlier than he had been told. Becky smiled awkwardly as she watched Linda give Charlie an air kiss on each side of his face, and then turned to Becky and her tight, wide forced cheerful smile.
Charlie stammered quickly, “Ugh, Linda, this is my cousin Becky, from Birmingham, come up to visit while her kid is at summer camp. I, ugh, well I -”
“He promised me I’d get to meet Elvis while I was here,” Becky gushed, summoning all of her energy to force her tongue to sound excited. She watched Jerry get out of the car and walk to join them. His lips were pursed, and his shoulders were stiff.
“Oh, well, it just dills my pickle to meet Charlie’s family, I feel like we’re practically family ourselves, seein’ how much time I spend with this good ole boy.”
Becky tried very hard not to tense up as Linda threw her arms around her to squeeze her tight. Linda wore a red, satin evening gown with cutouts along the side that emphasized her the curves of her sveltetorso and the wide hips below. Becky felt as though her tall, awkward fleshy figure and bust overwhelmed Linda’s body completely.
“Gosh, I just love that dress,” Linda exclaimed, adjusting the layers of Becky’s hair off her shoulder. “Though I don’t know if I could pull that color off, mhmmm, don’t know if that would be my choice, but it's so you, isn’t it?”
Becky smiled. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”
“So, Charlie, the old boy been behaving?” Linda winked at Becky, then whispered conspiratorially. “You know, Elvis is a good, Christian man, s’just that the devil is mighty powerful, hmmm, know what I mean?”
“MMMhmmmm.”
Becky nodded. It was like she was back in high school and one of the popular girls had waltzed up to her desk at the school newspaper, indirectly ordering her to do a story about the committee decorating the homecoming game bleachers. Ughhh. Becky steeled herself, falling back on the niceties that she was well versed in.
“I can’t even imagine! Gosh, it’s so exciting to meet you, I’ve seen your pictures in the paper and, of course, Charlie has told us about you. But you are just more precious in person, you really are.”
Linda gave Becky another hug. “Well bless your heart, Becky. Aren’t *you* the sweetest.”
Jerry coughed. “Hm, yeah, we better get going.”
Linda shrugged her shoulders. “Ugh, I know, we got this Police Charity Dinner to go to, I flew in from LA just for this. I guess the Lord saw fit for me to make it. And meet you! I hope I get to see you again while you are visiting, are you staying here? With Charlie?”
“Oh God no.”—“No she aint!”
Charlie and Becky both answered together. Becky smiled big again, hugging Linda one more time. From the big, wide-eyed puppy dog look on her face, Becky felt she seemed to expect it. “No, no, I’m staying with my sis - sorority sister from college, who lives here, we’re actually just heading there now, for dinner. In fact, we better scoot, eh cuz?” Becky looked at Charlie, and sat into the car.
Charlie closed the door, a big smile at Linda as Jerry led her up the steps into the house, and Linda waved goodbye. “I hope y’all have a the best night, see you again real soon!”
A tense feeling pushed up from Becky’s tummy and seized her shoulders in a tight anxious grip. It was one thing to know you were spending the week with a man who was seeing several women at once. It was another thing to come face to face with one and have to lie about who you were and what you were doing. Becky felt dirty, dirty and sick. She didn’t know how she could possibly face her perfect fucking sister, Deborah, and Debbie’s husband Steve, another lawyer, and the various lawyer professional type guests she expected to be at this dinner party. Charlie patted her thigh, seeming to intuit her thoughts, at least in part.
“Ya know, he’s not a bad guy, the boss man. He carries a heavy burden. And Linda’s moved out to LA to try and break into the movie biz. She had him buy her a home here in Memphis. It’s like they both know it’s over but neither one can bear to pull the trigger. And she knew how it was to date someone like him.”
Becky nodded, telling herself not to cry, and leaned against the window, hitting her head on the cool glass a few times as she swore under her breath at how stupid she was to be here. She muttered to herself in yiddish:
“Ugh, whenever you have choices, oy vey, my sheyna maidel, boy oh boy do you somehow always manage to pick the worst. Your picker is broken, that’s what it is. When you go home, you are turning your love life over to Ida and her yenta brigade. There is a reason they used matchmakers in the old country. People are incapable of making good choices in men when left to their own devices. Stupid, foolish, idiot girl!” She hit her head on the window one last time, and then realized they had pulled up in front of Debbie’s house.
Charlie rubbed her shoulder. “I’ll be out here waiting when you’re ready. I - he - I - he’s gonna be dropping Linda off at the other house. It was, it is, all part of the plan. You see, her brother’s in the police force here. It, ugh, it just made sense that she would be his date for this big charity ball fundraiser for the cops.”
Becky nodded, half in a daze, trying to mentally prepare for her sister, for the dinner party, and for Elvis later.
“Hmmm, yeah, no, totally makes sense, absolutely.” She breathed in, then looked over at Charlie’s apologetic face. “Wait, you’re just gonna wait here?”
“Yeah, the boss, he, well, he wanted me to look after you. On account of all the druggies running wild these days.” Becky nodded.
“Right. The drugged out commie burglars, those are clearly the biggest threat to my livelihood right now. Not Elvis Presley and his selfish manipulative ways. Not his powerful girlfriend, or her cop brother. Not my family and their judgment. No, no no, it’s the invisible commie drug criminals supposedly lurking everywhere. Well, thank god you’re here Charlie, I feel so much safer.”
She slammed the car door, knowing it was unfair to take it out on Charlie, but the look on his face when she bent to the window made her heart sink even further before she uttered one word of apology. Because his goofy, winsome smile told her she was not the first woman to yell at him like this. Not only did he seem to expect it, he had mentally braced himself for it. Becky’s face softened apologetically.
“I’m sorry, for that. I’ll try not to be more than an hour.”
“S’ok, we’re family now, cuz.”
Becky knew that Charlie’s smile was meant to be reassuring, but it made her stomach drop even more as she turned and braced herself for a night at the Hoffman - Blumfeld’s (very intentionally hyphenated modern family of the 1970s) Dinner Party.
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To say the night was uncomfortable and embarrassing would have been generous. Everyone else at the dinner party was dressed in jeans, khakis or linen pants and some sort of comfortable blouse or semi-casual shirt, and Becky felt she stood out like a Vegas showgirl at a library full of nerds. Which was probably the best way to describe Debbie, her husband Steve and their social circle. She was grateful it had been Debbie who opened the front door, so she could walk Becky into the side room and they could make their flustered hellos alone.
Debbie wore a pair of sensible khakis and a tasteful floral button up top tucked in. As predicted, Debbie wore no make-up. And all judgment, though she tried to repress and be loose and fun.
Six years older than Becky, Debbie had always been half friend/half-parent to her, and this was a characteristic she inhabited calling out “Rebecca, please come in!” when she greeted Becky at the door.
Thank god for wine, the Hoffman-Blumfeld intentionally hyphenated household had some very good bottles of wine on offer and, after sipping one glass gracefully, and the another quickly in the kitchen, Becky was able to exhale and confront the evening with a blundering fort of confidence. She decided to pretend the meeting with Linda never happened, and stumbled confidently through her description of her relationship. She was dating a man who worked in the music business, after meeting him with Danny at a radio event fundraiser for the tornado in Mississippi. Was it serious? Well, sort of, he had invited her to Memphis for the week to meet his daughter, and he was trying to persuade her to move there. But her very successful life managing Saul and Ida’s store, and all her f.’
riends, made her reluctant to leave Jackson.
“I’m just taking a day at a time.” Becky winked and sipped her wine, before taking another mouthful of salmon.
After dessert, Debbie cornered her in the kitchen and asked if they could talk somewhere. Putting up her finger while she poured another glass of wine, Becky nodded and followed Deb to a bedroom, where she sat on a tasteful quilt blanket and had a tasteful restrained conversation about the impossibility of letting her father see Ruth secretly the next time she was in Birmingham.
“She is his only grandchild, Becks.”
“Well, they should have thought about that possibility when they kicked me out. Three months pregnant. Pronounced me a shonda, and disowned me.”
“Do you really want to have Ruth grow up without her grandparents?”
“I didn’t make that decision, Debbie, they did. Maybe, maybe, maybe if Papa was willing to admit how wrong they were, and stand up to Mama, and if he had any backbone at all and publicly welcomed me home for everyone to see, for Ruth to experience a true family, maybe.”
Debbie responded with a knowing look. “Well, I told Papa I was gonna see you when he called earlier, and I promised to ask, but I don’t blame you. I wish Ruth was here now, it’s been too long. And this guy, hmmm? Sounds promising. He wants you to move here?” Becky gulped her wine down first, rubbing her sister's arm.
“Yup, yes, mhmmm. Oh yeah, finally, right? Everything’s coming up Becky. I can’t wait for you to meet him, because I’ll definitely be back up here with Ruth after she finishes camp. Ah, yes, mmhmmm.” She downed the last sip of wine, smiling so enthusiastically she almost laughed at how absurd the charade was. “I feel like, ugh, finally, right? I’m finally getting that happiness I searched for, for so long. ”
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“You are never going to find happiness.” Becky said to the fork of coconut cake as she brought it to her mouth, letting the sweet, sticky crunchy sugar do its work comforting her momentarily as she chewed it and swallowed it down with some chocolate milk. The door to the kitchen opened, and she jerked her head up to see little Lisa Marie poke her head around.
“What are you doing?”
“Umm, late night cake?” Becky answered.
“Have you been crying?” Lisa asked as she stepped closer, getting herself a plate and a piece of cake.
“No, honey, no, it’s just been a long day.”
“Is it cuz of my daddy?”
Becky shook her head, too vigorously perhaps. “Npoooo no nononoo. No. It’s just been a long day.”
“You’re a bad liar, Becky Butt,” Lisa said, taking a big bite of cake, and then rubbing Becky’s shoulder. It broke her heart to see Lisa’s genuine look of pity staring up at her as she tried to comfort Becky. “Why is he like this? Mommy says he ruins every relationship and he’ll never truly be happy.”
Becky laughed at Lisa’s matter-of-fact statement. “Oh, my dear, I think your mama is very wise, but who knows what the future will bring. I do know your daddy loves you, that’s a relationship that makes him happy. Trust me, my parents never openly showed me love the way I see him show you. He’s a good man. There are just some things I might do differently if I were him.”
Lisa looked up at her. “Like what?”
“Well, for starters, I’d carry around less guns, I guess, that's dangerous. And maybe wear less jewelry, probably out there blinding people with all those dazzling gems and diamonds all over his person.”
Lisa laughed out loud as she finished her cake, and let Becky walk her up the stairs where she tucked Lisa back into bed and then returned to the kitchen.
Becky was down on her knees, looking through the drawers under the phone when she heard the door behind her slam shut. Glancing up, she saw Elvis’ broad figure swagger slowly toward her in the dimness of the kitchen lit only by one of the lights under a cabinet. He sighed and stopped, hands bracing the front of his hips, spread out fully extending his fingers as they tapped a little ditty over the sides of his belly.
With his jacket pushed back at the hips, he looked even wider and more intimidating than usual. His lips were pursed in a frown at the sight of Becky in the jeans, converse and Destin tee shirt she had been wearing when she left Jackson the previous Sunday.
“Huh, hey.”
Becky turned back to look up at him. “Oh, hey!”
He adjusted his stance, pivoting his feet and twitching his left knee, his thumbs tapping over his belt.
“Watcha doin’?”
“You don’t know where the yellow pages are, do you? I’ve been looking for a phone book for the last fifteen minutes.”
Elvis sucked in a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. “Why, uh, why ya looking for the phone book?”
“Well, maybe you can help me.”
Becky returned her attention to the kitchen drawers in front of her, trying not to flinch as she heard the thud of Elvis boots walk closer and stop directly behind her. She chose not to twist back around and look at him, afraid she might cry or be dramatic, so she decided to speak directly into the drawers as she continued to look through them.
“You see, I’m trying to find a number for a local cab company, so I can get to the Greyhound station.”
“Mhmmm. I noticed your bag in the foyer.”
“Oh yeah, that,” Becky sighed, shutting one drawer and then opening another. “Well, you see, it just dills my pickle to be all prepared and ready to go when I call up a car to come get me. Although I had rather hoped I would have been gone before you got back, I didn’t want to bother you. But, since you’re here, maybe you can make yourself useful and help find the phone book?”
Elvis bent and leaned over the island that jutted out of the counter at the front of the kitchen.
“Honey, I have absolutely no intention a helpin’ you find a phone book.”
Becky stopped and fell back against the cupboard next to the set of drawers, her legs stretching out over the dark, burgundy carpet that covered the kitchen.She banged her hand back and closed her eyes.
“Why? Why can’t you just give me the phonebook?”
Elvis walked over and stood above Becky, his hand reaching down. “Cuz I don’t want you ta leave, honey. Not like this. C’mon, let’s talk. If you still wanna go home, why, I’ll drive you back to Jackson myself, like I promised.”
Becky glared up at his hand. “No.”
“What, you just gonna stay there on the ground?”
“Mhmmm.” She crossed her legs and her arms and tilted back into the cabinet. “Yup, yessiree. This is my home now, til I get a cab, I reckon.”
Elvis meandered over slowly and groaned as he lowered himself next to her on the floor. He moved his hand out to touch hers, only to be rebuked by their swift retreat back under her breasts in a huff of crossed arms and limbs. He rolled his neck to meet her gaze against the wooden cabinet.
“Honey, you are actin’ like a child. This is all one big misunderstanding. Now, c’mon.”
Elvis put his hand over her thigh, but Becky swatted it away, so he grabbed the foot she had criss crossed over her knee, and rolled into her shoulder as he scooted closer, squeezing her foot.
“Becky, look, you know I have other friends —”
“Girl friends, yes, I know about them, but apparently they don’t know about me. Do you have any idea how horrible that felt? Lying, looking at your beautiful beauty queen girlfriend, pretending to be Charlie’s cousin?” She pressed her face against the cupboard and let the tears come pouring out. “Ugh, I am so stupid, I know this isn’t me. I am not cut out to be the other woman.”
“Sssshhh.” Elvis put his arm around Becky’s shoulder, massaging her as he drew her body into his, bringing her head to nuzzle in his chest, where she gave up and grasped his shirt, letting the sobs come out as she cried into him. “Sshhhh. S’ok, s’ok.”
“No, s’not ok, ugh, I’m a horrible person, a traitor to my sex.” Her fist bumped tepidly into Elvis’ chest. She looked up at his chuckles. “What, why are you laughing at me?”
“Baby, you are too pretty to cry. Now, come on. Linda is not my wife, she knows it, I know it, things haven’t been going well and our relationship has been sorta peeterin’ out. But I have to do things my own way, ok? Her brother is on the police force, it made sense, right now, for me to take her as my date. But I swear, nothing happened. I’m here with you. At my house. Would I have a mistress at my house, where I lived, if I was keeping her a secret?”
Becky wiped her eyes. “You think she knows about me? She knew when she met me?”
Elvis sucked in his breath. “Honey, I don’t know, and frankly, right now I don’t care who knows. I-I, I didn’t wanna get into it tonight. But Linda knows well enough how it is with me. Look, I want to be with you, here, now. So let’s be together, and let’s go to bed.”
He said this with finality, and stood up, groaning slightly and steadying himself against the sink, and Becky followed, exhaling loudly as she pulled herself up on his outstretched hand and walked with him out of the kitchen, still sniffling and wiping her eyes into his silk dress shirt.
“Ok, but only because the floor was starting to feel uncomfortable. And I couldn’t find the phone book.”
Elvis smiled and Becky watched his cheeks twitch above the pout of his mouth, and she couldn’t help it, she led herself into his embrace.
“There now, lil girl, why you go get yourself all worked up like that?”
Becky looked down, blushing trying to just calm herself and feel good about making peace, or whatever it was she was doing. Giving in. No, you are having fun, she told herself. It’s silly to be upset over Linda, and was the use of fighting? This is a short, fun, little fling. Somehow his logic made sense at the same time that it made no sense at all. Becky’s head ached trying to sort it out, she decided that she was tired and exhausted and still a little tipsy, and needed to stop fighting and let herself fall forward into Elvis’ pliant, warm belly. He took a silk handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit and wiped her eyes, then softly pressed his lips to Becky’s mouth.
“Mmmm, baby, those are some salty lips.”
Elvis lifted his hand, thumbing over her lower lip slowly, it made Becky gasp and she watched him respond with a smirk. He leaned in slowly, and Becky shivered when he breathed on her, watching with anticipation as he licked his own lip and hesitated with a wider smirk before pressing his mouth into hers. More forcefully this time, his hands soothing up her sides.
“S’alright now, s’alright, no more cryin, ok, lil girl? Too pretty ta cry like this. Goin’ on and making my favorite lips all salty. "
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Drama CD #1-1: The Genie of Wishes in the Underground Ruins (ENG)
[DISCLAIMER: This translation was made by me! Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit the translator correctly!]
INTRO
Arle: Drama CD Puyo Puyo!
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STORY
Narrator: A dark underground ruin crawling with dangerous monsters… This is the setting of a certain legend the people tell. It is said that within this ruin a being known as the “Genie of Wishes” has been sealed, and that he shall grant but a single wish of whoever comes to break this seal…
SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*
Arle: Hah! There! One, two… Ice Storm!
SFX: *Monster dying shriek*
Arle: I did it!
SFX: *bouncing*
Carbuncle: Gugu! Gugugu!
Arle: Oh! Carby’s using that Puyo as a trampoline! That sure looks fun!
Arle: But this isn’t the time! C’mon, we gotta hurry on along!
Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!
SFX: *their footsteps as they run further into the labyrinth*
Arle: It sure has been a while since we’ve gone on this sort of adventure, hasn’t it? Let’s make sure that the first people to break the seal on the wishin genie sealed at the center of this dungeon will be us! Okay, Carby?
Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu!
Arle: Yeah, you’ve right! That’s why we’ve gotta speed up! I mean, what if somebody’s already gotten in here before us?
Witch: Howdy!
Arle: WARRRGH!! …Witch? Don’t scare me like that, geez!
Witch: Oh, c’mon, gimme a smile! Say ‘Howdy!’
Arle: H-Howdy…? Wait, if you’re here, then that means… You’re after the wishing genie too, aren’t you?
Witch: Yep, guess I am.
Arle: Then you leave me no choice! Let’s battle!
Witch: Now, hold on a minute! Personally, I’ve got no intentions of scuffling with you, Arle!
Arle: Huh?
Witch: I mean, this dungeon is dangerous, like, VERY dangerous. And I’m just a frail little witchling, oh, however will I make it through here on my own? So I was thinking, Arle, how about you and I team up for this adventure?
Arle: Heh? Um, well…
Witch: Oh, please, please, pretty please? Do it for your old friend Witch~?
Carbuncle: Gugu…?
Arle: I mean, if you really wanna party up that bad… I guess…
Witch: …As if~…Ohohoho…
Witch: Gotcha guard down! Meteo!!
SFX: *attacking sound*
Arle: Heheh! Not a chance!!
SFX: *spellcasting and attacking sounds*
Witch: WHOA!!
Arle: I knew it! You were never the type to play nice. I figured you had some kind of ulterior plan, so I made sure to prepare a counter attack when you weren’t paying attention!
Witch: Urgh…This blows…
Arle: You stay here and take a little nap now.
Witch: Hmpf! This isn’t fair, you know!
Arle: Right back at you! Seriously… Anyway, Carby, let’s move on!
SFX: *footsteps*
Carbuncle: Gugu!
Witch: W-WAIIIIT!
SFX: *they keep running*
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Arle: *sigh* So Witch made it here too… And if she did, then I bet-
Carbuncle: *gasp* GUGU!!
Arle: Huh? Carby?
Schezo: Hmpf… Arle. It would see you too have laid your sights upon the legendary Genie of-
Arle: YES, BINGO!! I KNEW it was gonna be Schezo next~!
Schezo: What the- S-STOP POINTING AT ME! My face is NOT your bingo sheet!
Arle: Geez, it’s just a figure of speech, calm down! By the way, what’s it you’re after today? My magic power or that of the wishing genie?
Schezo: Hmpf. I shall answer you. What I desire… is BOTH!
SFX: *sword slash*
Arle: Ack! Rushing forward and attacking is not cool!
SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*
Schezo: It is your own fault for neglecting your guard! Finally, today will be the day that I shall make you my own! Oh, roar, my Dark Sword!
Arle: Urgh! I can’t fall behind…
SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*
Arle: Judgement!
Schezo: That won’t suffice! I am more than ready to neutralize and counter that attack! Sting Shade!!
SFX: *blast*
Arle: Argh! Schezo is always so strong…!
Schezo: Hmpf. Are you ready to beg for your life now? …W-Wait! What is that there dangling from your hip? It is… so round!
Arle: That? Oh, that’s a good luck charm Amitie gave me a while back. It’s a little plush figure that looks like an acorn frog. I think it’s really super-
Schezo: Uhh… it’s so cuuuuute…!
Arle: Yeah, right? It’s super cute and…! Wait, huh?
Schezo: Such a lovely sight…! While the real thing is already unsurpassable in its adorableness, seeing a plush figure modeled in its image is just too…!
Arle: Um, Schezo? Anybody still home in there…?
Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu…
Schezo: Right now, there is nothing… NOTHING I desire more than to have YOU!!
Arle: Ah… um… You mean… the plush, right? Okay, anyway…
SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*
Arle: Seriously, how can he leave himself wide open like that… Urgh… I can’t even feel any good about this, but… let’s just get this over with.
Arle: MIND BLAST!
SFX: *blast, cartoon birds tweeting*
Schezo: WAAAARGH!
Arle: Critical hit straight to the brain, huh? Anyway, you spend some time recovering from the mind-melt here now!
Schezo: *lisping* Uhh… uhh… Where’sh this? What wash I… doing…?
Arle: Okay, Carby. Let’s hurry on along!
Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!
SFX: *footsteps as they leave*
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Arle: We’re pretty far in now, huh?
Carbuncle: Gugu…
Arle: I’m pretty sure we’re just about due for her now…
Rulue: OH-HOHOHOHO!
Arle: *sigh* Yeah… There’s the laugh. I figured. I knew she’d show up. But, still..
Rulue: I had a feeling you would be here, Arle!
Arle: Hey there… Rulue…
Rulue: You must also be searching for the Genie of Wishes. But in the end I will be one to undo the seal! And then I shall have a GORGEOUS wedding with my darling prince, Satan!
Arle: Yeah. That stupid, bland wish sure sounds like you.
Rulue: *shrieking* What are you calling “stupid” and “bland”!? Arle! Not only must you always stand in the way of my romance with my Satan, but now you’re also being so incredibly rude to me!!
Arle: What did I even do!? It’s Satan who’s obsessed with chasing me, not the other way around!
Rulue: *shriek* You will pay for this…! I will shut you up for good with my marvelous martial arts techniques!
Arle: *sigh* Yeah, of course this is where this conversation went.
Rulue: I will NOT hold back for a second!
SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*
Rulue: Queen’s Dance!
Arle: AAAAAAHH!!
SFX: *blast, more chaining sounds*
Arle: AHH, she sure still knows how to pack a punch! Urgh, and I’m still powered out from casting earlier. I really was hoping to avoid more battles… Looks like I’ve got only one choice!
Rulue: Come now, Arle. What’s wrong? Show me your best shot!
Arle: Hey, Rulue! Look behind you! It’s Satan!
Rulue: Such an obvious lie! That trick won’t work on me.
Arle: But Rulue, he’s waving at you~
Rulue: Ungh… As if I’d fall for this…!
Arle: Oh! And now he’s winking at you!
Rulue: …Uhhh….uhh…!
Arle: Ah! He just blew you a kiss!
Rulue: …She’s lying… I know she’s lying, but… Oh, why must you betray me, my foolish heart…!? OH, MY DARLING, SATAN~!!
Arle: Hngh! Fireball!
SFX: *chain sound, blast*
Rulue: AAAAAHHH!
Arle: Sorry for this, Rulue. But I really don’t think you should have THAT wish granted~!
Rulue: How dare you… AAAARLE!!
SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*
Rulue: COME BACK HERE, RIGHT NOW!
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SFX: *still running*
Arle: *pant, pant…* …Ahh!! There it is! The final door!
Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!
Arle: The wishing genie is sealed behind that door! And we’re first in line to unseal him!
Carbuncle: Gugu!
SFX: *gate opening*
SFX: *slow footsteps*
Satan: Truely, Arly, Carbunny! You two ARE first in line! Let me congratulate you! …Or, well, you would be first. If one were to not count me! The great monarch of the night, Satan!
Arle: Satan? You’re here too!?
Satan: I had a feeling you would not miss your chance to visit this place, so I waited here. Hah. And you have done well defeating the many opponents in your path and making it here first! I expected no less of you, Arle! You are truly worthy of being my wedded empress!
Arle: I keep telling you! I’ll NEVER be your “empress”! *sigh* How many times have I said that line now? I’ve kinda lost count.
Carbuncle: Gugu-gu…
Satan: Now, now, there’s no need to be flustered! WAHAHAHAHA!!
Arle: This is really bad… Satan may be a moron, but he’s also really super powerful…!
Satan: Now, Arly, Carbunny, time to stop playing coy! Else I’ll have to be a liiiittle forceful in escorting you out of her~!
Arle: *sigh* Overthinking this isn’t going to help… Let’s get this going, Satan!
SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*
Arle: Hah! There! Fireball!!
Satan: Oh my, oh my… I suppose I shall accept this symbol of your burning passion!
Arle: Urgh… Ice Storm!
Satan: Ahhh~ Such a nice, little breeze~
Satan: It is about time I returned fire… Disaster!
Arle: *screaming* AAAAAH!!
Carbuncle: *screaming: GUUUU!!
Arle: Ou, ou, ou, ou, ouch…! Carby! Are you okay?
Carbuncle: Gugu…
Satan: Awww! Don’t make such a sad face my precious little Carbunny! I promise I’ll give you lots of pets after we’re done here~!
Arle: Hm… Satan!
Satan: Hm? What is it, Arle?
Arle: Um…Could you stand over there for a moment?
Satan: For what? Do you want to admire me striking battle poses for a little longer~? Hm~?
Arle: A little further right!
Satan: You mean here? How is this? Does this angle make me look especially handsome?
Arle: Yes, yes, that’s very good~! …Now, Carby!!
Carbuncle: Gu! GUGUGU!!
SFX: *Rubelcrack Beam*
Satan: W-WAAAAARGH!!! M…My eyes! MY EYES!!
Arle: Perfect teamwork, Carby! Okay, Satan, we’re gonna go now! BYE~!
Satan: U-Urgh… N-No, wait… This can’t be… ARLE, WAIIIT!!
SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*
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SFX: *still running*
Arle: *panting*
SFX: *stops running*
Arle: *deep breath* Carby! We did it! We’re here!
Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!
Arle: Now, let’s see… Where’s that Wishing Genies sealed? The only thing I can see in this room is some musty, old kind of pot…
Genie(muffled): Over here…!
Arle: Whoaaa!! The pot just talked to me!
Genie(muffled): Over here…! I am sealed within this awful thing!
Arle: Oh, so that’s how it is… Hey, so, I heard that you’ll grant one wish to the person who helps you outta there. Is that true?
Genie(muffled): Yes. No matter how greedy or preposterous your wish, it will come true just as you imagine it! Now, come on, hurry, open the lid of this jar!
Carbuncle: Gugu…
Arle: …Right, you feel it too, don’t you, Carby? I have this really bad feeling about this.
SFX: *someone comes running*
Witch: *panting* …Hold it right there!
Arle: Argh! Witch!?
Witch: *panting* …Now I’ve caught up to you!
SFX: *more people running*
Schezo&Rulue: *heavy panting*
Schezo: ARLE! YOU’LL PAY FOR EARLIER!
Rulue: ARLE! DON’T YOU THINK YOU’VE WON ALREADY!
Arle: And now Schezo and Rulue are here too!
Schezo: Now hand me that jar at once!
Rulue: Give it to me!
Witch: No, to me!
[The scene now descends into Schezo, Rulue and Witch incomprehensibly bickering over each other about who should take the pot from Arle. This keeps going as Arle starts to talk again.]
Arle: What do I do now…? Argh! I don’t have time to think this over!!
SFX: *jar being ploppen open*
Witch: EEK! Arle already opened the jar!!
Arle: Whoa…! *cough* What’s with all this smoke? What is going on!?
Rulue: Kiii! What is happening now!?
Schezo: Wait…
Rulue: Huh?
Schezo: Something is not right here…!
Arle: Huh!? The smoke is taking the shape of a person!
Genie: Wa-Ha-Ha… Hehehehehehe!! You fools! Thank you for breaking the seal on me, the Genie of Despair!!
Arle: Huh?
Schezo: The Genie of…Despair?
Rulue: But did the legend not speak of a Genie of Wishes?
Genie: Hahaha! That was a rumor I spread to lure foolish adventurers here. And it seems my plan worked perfectly!
Witch: Then… It was all a lie!?
Genie: That is precisely what it was! I mean who in their right mind would grant you lots’ wishes!? I must say, watching you all be deceived by such an obviously made up tale and quarrel so gruesomely among each other was very amusing!
The Group: *restless sounds*
Genie: Eheheheheh! My powers are returning to me quickly! Behold the great power that once spread poison miasma across the lands! A magic which’s destructive spells once drove out each and every challenger who stepped before me, and turned this area into a land of despair!
The Group: *more restless sounds*
Genie: Now, you shall fear me! Tremble in terror! In thanks of breaking my seal, you all shall be the first to taste the despair I-
The Group: SHUT THE HECK UP!! (Gu-gugu-GU!)
Genie: …Heh?
Witch: How dare you deceive me! You sure have nerve!
Rulue: I’ll teach you to play with the dreams of a maiden in love!
Schezo: I have no use for the magic of a being as repulsive as you!
Arle: You’ve REALLY gone and made us mad at you now, you know!?
Carbuncle: Gugu-gugu-GU!
[Everybody is incomprehensibly yelling at the genie without waiting their turn.]
Genie: W-Wait! Were you even listening to what I said!? *deep breath* I am an INCREDIBLY powerful Genie of Despair, who is going to-
Arle: EAT THIS CHAIN! Here I go!! Diacute!
SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*
Witch: I’ll take over! Twinkle Dust!
Rulue: Very well! Concentration!
Schezo: Oh, dark power… Tear Apart!
Genie: *shrieking* What is this comet my eyes see before me!? W-Wait! Just a moment ago you were quarreling and snarling amongst each other! Why can you suddenly work together so perfectly!?
Arle: Take this! This is a special chain, full of all our anger! BAYO~EN!!
SFX: *BIIIG IMPACT*
Genie: WAAAAAAAHHH! *blasts off like Team Rocket*
Arle: *pants and sighs* Haaah… Now I feel a little better, I guess.
Witch: We managed to unite our powers wonderfully!
Schezo: Not by choice, of course, but I am also not surprised.
Rulue: Who would’ve thought that a party as prone to quarreling as us could work together so well?
Arle: Yeah, it’s scary how well we all synchronize when it comes down to it, huh?
SFX: *someone comes running*
Satan: Ah! Arle! What happened here? I heard a loud noise…
Arle: Oh! Satan! You only just got here? Your eyes aren’t hurting still, are they…?
Satan: Hmpf… I still find myself blinking a bit more than I should. But, much more importantly! I just saw a rather evil-looking genie come soaring my way. Before I knew it I’d caught it in my hands and sealed it away in a bottle suitable for the job, but where did it come from, I wonder?
Genie(muffled again): No! NO! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS!!
Rulue: *squee* Oh, my darling Satan! As expected of you, you saved the day!
Schezo: Just throw the bottle out with the recyclables. Nobody wants that trash.
Satan: What has gotten into you…?
Rulue: That all aside… *sigh* What a waste. I came all this way hoping for a gorgeous wedding with my Satan, and now this!
Satan: R-Rulue… I think you just gave me the chills…
Schezo: *sigh* I too came here looking to increase my power, but it seems all the walking was for naught…
Witch: It’s mortifying! I thought I’d be able to use this as a pretext to finally become a fully-fledged witch!
Arle: Yeah, same here! Just when I thought I’d be able to finally get my hands on some good curry again!
Carbuncle: Gugu!
Schezo: Wait…
Schezo, Rulue & Witch: You were going to wish for CURRY!?
-END
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Blind Earthshaker Au
I wanna see a series rewrite where everything is the same except Percy is blind but can see better than everyone around him and has Katara's ice bending and toph beifong's Seismic Vibration Senses.
Like his dad is called the earth SHAKER so I don't think he can bend the earth too well but Percy is like feeling and making tiny vibrations/Earthquakes with his feet to see. He's super weak to air based projectiles think arrows. Or like literally anything a wind spirit picks up and throws in his general direction.
(He will tap his foot like an angry rabbit when hes stressed or caught off guard. I'm thinking wind spirits since they don't touch the ground OR have any water inside their bodies)
He can also "see" like where all the water is around him in a certain distance. Like mentally he has a 3d map of where things are. He doesn't like going places where theirs not a lot of water/or gorund. he can like tell when people are nervous by the speed of their blood flow/ the rhythm of their hearts. And is super precise with his ice bending be cuz of it.
Maybe Sally dies early or something and like we've got like 7 year old blind Percy wandering the streets but like since he can see where all the monsters are with his vibration earthy senses he can avoid them really well. Like "oh huh that guy has Hoooves? Nope. Percy outta here. Noo thanks." Since the mist is mostly sight based, and stuff, I feel like Percy would have a HUGE advantage.
In cannon it's shown that Percy is like really clairvoyant, what with all his dreams and stuff. So in my au he knows about the big three pact, and is just bullshiting people into thinking he's related to Khione goddess of snow and ice. And desperately trying not to let into the fact that he's blind.
(Luke/or/annabeth/or/Leo/or/Rachel/or Whoever he ends up being best friends with figures it out eventually be cuz theyve been friends for so long.)
At some point he runs into an 11yr old Luke pre- Luke meeting Thalia&Annabeth. And then we have them having the dynamic of Percy being a manic feral little shit and Luke trying to be responsible and protect him but ends up being the one protected all the time. I think it'd be funny.
Or maybe he runs into 7 year old annabeth and they become badass -cant be beat- besties. Percy snipe murdering every spider in a quarter mile radius, after he finds out annabeth is afraid of them.
I'm more partial to the meets Luke one cuz then when Percy and annabeth go on their first quest we'd get this fucking glorious scene:
Annabeth: no don't look Percy! You'll die!
Unhinged feral blind Percy: hahaha bitch u thought!!! *He says as he uncaps riptide witch was hidden in his hand.*
Medusa: *gurgling noise be cuz there is now a sword in her neck.*
Or in book two:
Circe standing with Percy Infront of enchanted mirror: isn't there Something u wish u could change about ur appearance? Drink this magic smoothie!
Unhinged feral blind Percy: haha bitch YOU THOUGHT.
Circe is now being held at knife point. (Or.. smootie- icicle point?)
Or if a pissed off god flashes their true form.
Hera: how... how are you alive?!
*Percy with his head tilted/angled so it looks like he's looking at them.*
Percy: *sing-songy voice* I know something yoooouuu doooonnntt! :)
Or if he gets hit by cupids arrow.
Cupid: the next person u look at with direct eye contact you will fall helplessly in love with them.
unhinged feral blind Percy: HAHAHA BITCH GUESS WHAT!
I'm sure there's more areas in the books or just Greek mythos in general where being blind is actually an advantage, but I can't think of any off the top of my head.
Or oooor -this is the one that I see being most likely to happen- hear me out: he runs into LEO. Since Hera was using the mist like crazy to hide him, but Percy is unaffected/immune to the most because He. Can't. See. It.
They steal/hijack an RV to live in. That could be cool. Leo has trama based on like burning people, right? Percy in canon Swam in LAVA, boy is fire-fucking-PROOF!! Fire and ice friends!
('oh my gods, they were roommates' perleo shipping intensifies)
Leo probably: you're nickname shall be Snowflake. Becuz ice powers.
Leo mentally: "wow! this person is really pretty, and funny and is like me, AND THEIR FUCKING FIREPROOF?"
Leo mentally: lets get fucking married.
Or maybe Sally doesn't die and Percy's blindness is known. He goes to school and guess who volunteered to help read his paperwork to him. That's right our favorite eco-rights activist: Rachel Elizabeth Dare!
Since Percy is blind he doesn't? Have dyslexia? I'm not entirely sure about how to explain this one. But like he's blind. People read things for him. (so he isnt effected by having dyslexia, becuase someone else is reading things for him.) He'd have good grades. Percy is sooo fucking smart. But like no one remembers cuz annabeth is always putting him down with all that doubt in canon. "Seaweed Brain!" I hate that nickname. Fuck canon annabeth. U don't have to put others down to have confidence in yourself omfg.
someone who isnt me write it. this is a writing prompt go! fanfic writers gooo!
#toph beifong#percy jackson#Blind Percy Jackson#Pjo#luke castellan#waterbending#bloodbending#Earthshaker Percy#Earthshaker powers#Feral Percy Jackson#Unhinged Percy jackson#Bloodbending percy#perleo#rachel elizabeth dare#leo valdez#writing prompt
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~Ice Breaker Part 3 ~
Winter king x gn!reader
Warning - candy queen shenanigans, manipulation, touching without consent, Ice Marcy, Angst, mentions of Blood/Death/Injuries, suggestive content.
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Winter's face quickly changed to look more serious, but he still had a gentle smile on his face.
"Tell me, snowflake.. what was your home like?"
He looked in your eyes, he wanted.. needed to know more, he was intrigued by you.
Your smile slowly drifted off your face. You squeezed the necklace in your hand slightly.
"M-My home?"
You asked, looking down at your plate.
"Uh.. well.. I never really had a uh home... I just kinda walked.. sometimes going to towns.. never staying too long.."
"Well, what about family or friends?"
He asked, a slightly concerned look growing on his face. You had a pained expression on. You pulled at your necklace a bit.
"Uh.. I.. I don't have any... "
You looked away; he was on a touchy subject for you, but you wanted to answer his questions; it was the least you could do. Winter felt a smile creep on his face when you looked away; this meant you wouldn't want to leave anytime soon. he quickly changed his expression back to concern, just in case you looked back at him
"You poor thing, don't worry, you can stay here as long as you'd like"
You looked back at him. You felt happy when you heard this; you weren't used to this much kindness.
"Really? Y-You want me here?"
You asked, you wanted to make sure he was serious about thism
"Of course, my little snowflake! Please tell me more about you. where did you come from? What is your life like?"
He said, leaning closer towards you, he wanted all the information you could give him. You thought about what to tell him and fiddled with your necklace nervously.
"I don't remember how I got here.. and uh.. how my life was? That's.. uh, I don't wanna bum you out or anything"
You said, your sweet smile returned to your face. He put a hand on yours; his touch was icy cold.
"I want to hear it.."
He said his tone was slightly demanding, but you took it as him being concerned about you.
"A-Alright..."
You let out a long sigh before speaking again.
"I'm an adventurer! I explored a lot! Dungeons, dangerous forests, caves... uh, sometimes I would come across towns, but I could never stay long.. for some reason, people didn't really like me... told me to leave..."
You stopped and looked at his face; he looked like he was listening closely to you.
"Well, people will like you here, I'll make sure of it"
He said, squeezing your hand slightly. You didn't necessarily know what he meant, but you were relieved that you'd be actually welcomed somewhere.
"Have you seen any magic on your adventures?"
He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Um, I've met a few people who used it.. but nothing like you.. I mean, I've never seen magic this powerful!"
You said, turning the subject on him; he didn't seem to mind; in fact, he enjoyed your praise.
"Yes, I'm wonderful aren't I?"
He chuckled slightly, and a loud explosion interrupted the conversation and a loud laugh echoed through the palace
"Not again.."
He sighed, standing up. You stood up; your body felt stronger since you ate, and you felt braver too. On instinct, you reached at your side for a sword that wasn't there.
"Right..."
You sighed; you forgot that you left your sword in the room you woke up in. Winter looked at you and smiled a bit.
"The scouts can deal with her"
"But earlier-"
A loud laugh cut you off. You quickly put your necklace back in your shirt and stood up.
"BABY! I'M BACK!"
The candy queen yelled out, you could hear ice shattering. You looked frustrated. You felt less scared than before.
"Let me protect you. It's the least I could do.. You've done so much..."
You said, looking over at Winter. He nodded and gave you an ice sword as The Candy Queen busted through the door.
"Oh, it's you! What are you doing here? Winter! Who's this?"
She ran toward you, laughing. You prepared yourself to fight and gripped the sword in your hand tightly. She looked feral, her smile was lopsided, and when she reached you, you swung your sword at her, aiming for the chest. You felt your sword cut through her, and she laughed as you cut her, which threw you off. You watched as her wound closed up.
"Oh! You're trying to stop me from getting my Winter!"
She laughed even more. You felt yourself get more frustrated, but you didn't really know why, her saying my Winter just really pissed you off.
"He's not yours.."
You said, your voice was harsh, and you swung your sword again. This time, you aimed for the neck and stopped as you touched the side of her neck.
"Leave.."
You huffed digging the sword slightly into her.
"Aw.. come on, I want my winter.. I'm not giving up that quickly"
She said, reaching into her hair, pulling out a sharp candy cain, she thrusted it towards you. You quickly moved your sword and blocked her attack. Winter was watching the fight with a smile humming.
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Nessian Rant part 3
First I wanna say the looneys in this fandom make it so unbearable to be here and just have fun. I used to post whatever I wanted without a second thought but now everything has to sit in the drafts for 3 days while I stress over how people might react.
Fuck that.
I'm gonna scream about what I wanna scream about and if you take it personally that's your problem. These are just characters, clock in to reality and stop acting like they raised you.
Now...
I always see my Nessian mutuals talk about acowar Cassian and trilogy Cassian as a whole being so great but...
To be clear I don't mean Cassian as a standalone character, he's literally amazing alone but in Nessian? Be serious
He's also amazing with every other woman he comes into contact with except Nesta... 🤦🏻♀️ can't believe yall stan this ship, stand up rn please 😭 lolol jk. This is just a rant, ship literally whatever the fuck you want, luv u 🫶🏼
I said in a recent answer that the key to enjoying SJM's books is abiding by the Sarah Says rule.
Listen to what Sarah Says even if you read with your own eyes that in canon that "character A got shot by character B", if Sarah Says "well actually B doesn't have fingers so he couldn't pull the trigger and A actually shot himself from 3 feet away being both the victim and the gunman" then that's that.
I'm gonna refer to the facts on paper as canon and what Sarah Says as the narrative and what fans think as fanon.
The thing with a lot of (anti Feysand pro Nessian) fans is they can break the Sarah Says rule only when they want to.
They see past the narrative and fanon to look at the canon and say "I don't like that/ I don't think that's healthy/ that guy sucks/ they both suck"
But then will say acomaf and acowar Nessian was great. What was sooooo great about it? I'm not gonna act like they don't have good moments but they definitely aren't as good as fanon or the narrative makes them out to be.
Let's look at their first meeting
Narrative/ Sarah Says/ Feyre's Mind: Cassian is looking at Nesta and Nesta is ignoring Cassian. There's a little back and forth. Nesta tries to ignore him, he doesn't like that. Do you feel some tension? I feel some tension
Fanon: Cassian was the only one brave enough to call Nesta on her BS and dish it back to her/ he got under her skin/ finally someone tells her off etc you know what I'm referring to
Canon: Feyre and Elain frequently challenge Nesta and she more often than not gives in to them. The IC are in the house because Feyre wants to be there and Elain said to hear them out. In that same scene, Feyre essentially tells Nesta she's living her best life and to fuck off. And power to her. That's just their dynamic.
But Cassian? Cassian is a stranger. He's in her house. He's asking for her help. His HL is asking for her help. So why was he antagonising her?
The narrative and fanon loves to act like Cassian is at best an equal and at worst below Nesta in some way and he's just stepping up to meet her energy but ???
Nesta didn't want them in her home. She worried that just working with them would put herself and others in danger. She didn't want to become Fae. She didn't want to share her story to garner sympathy for the NC. She didn't want to kill or use swords.
But all of those things happened anyway??
She's always the one backed into a corner and then treated like she was on equal ground just cause she's still got her pride? That single sin of not breaking is always punished again and again.
Do you see how you've bought into what Sarah Says?
Hybern and the Cauldron?
Cassian was twitching trying to reach for her, this was the moment we knew for sure they were gonna be mates omg
And Nesta? She was right. Everything she feared would happen did but even worse? She and Elain have been kidnapped and she doesn't know why they're being dunked like chicken wings but the fucking pot tried to kill her. She's the one who fell for an eternity and fought her way back to life.
No offense but not the greatest moment to base your romance on since you have to swivel the camera away from a woman in a traumatizing situation to point at a man and say look how seeing her hurt hurts him 🤕
And acowar??? The supposed golden era of Nessian?? Babe, that's just spray paint
It's Nesta who stands up for Cassian at the HL Meeting. You know what she also does? Recount her trauma to strangers, she isn't feeling well, she stands up for innocent humans and fae, she commands a room full of the most powerful men on the Continent.
It's Nesta who calls for Cassian, saves his life, and covers her body with his. These are Nessian moments yes but they are Nesta's actions. It was her who made Nessian shine.
Cassian? He promised her forever and then ignored her? Pulled away, got embarrassed or something who the fuck cares.
But this is your man - look at the canon - this is your man??
And you said yes.
That's why you got ACOFAS. That's why you got your 500 year old man telling a shell shocked, dying woman that he didn't know why her sisters loved her. That's why you got a leader of legions raging like a 14 year old league player. A whole r/AITA villain
And that's why he embarrassed y'all in ACOSF. That's why you got EIGHT HUNDRED PAGES AND NOT A SINGLE I LOVE YOU because you already accepted less than the bare minimum
Because you failed to apply the rule equally for both ships.
Cassian is also in a power imbalanced relationship with Nesta, he's also 500 years older than her so why suddenly have issue with him having control over her and using it to break her and reshape her how he wants?
Again. You can ship what you want. You can indulge in fanon all you want. I support that. Just hope you know that that's what you're doing.
Mutuals don't hate me 😭
#anti nessian#acotar rant#anti acomaf#anti acowar#anti sjm#nesta archeron#cassian#nesta deserves better#pro nesta#sjm critical
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Episode 6 Thoughts
(Spoilers for TBB Season 2)
I loved this episode!!! A nice combination of fun and action with some emotional elements as well. I had a great time with it!
So of course, here are my bullet point thoughts.
Echo being put on babysitting duty and promptly losing Omega. She wanders off so often. 🤣
Love how Tech is insulted that they don't trust his forgery skills. How dare you question his ability to do illegal activities.
When I saw those droids electrocuting Gungi I was ready to throw hands. 😤
I love Gungi's character design. He's definitely grown up a bit and I love the pauldron and the wrap as a belt.
Tech automatically assuming that the blaster fire was caused by Omega. 🤣
He wasn't wrong though!
Is this the first time we've seen both Tech and Echo piloting the Marauder this season? It feels weird that we've gone so long without seeing those two in the cockpit.
Gungi looked so sad! I can't deal with this. 😭
HUNTER CAN SPEAK WOOKIE???
I wanna give Gungi a hug so bad. 🥺
Echo actually got some dialogue this episode. Love to see it. 🥰
Kashyyyk looks awesome!
I love how they lean into the fact that Gungi was really young when he went to the Jedi temple, so he isn't familiar with his home planet. He knows that these are his people, but he's still a little unsure.
Lots of webs!
Fun fact about me, I actually hate spider webs more than I hate actual spiders, so I would not be having a fun time. 😬
Weird spider things look very similar to the ice spiders! Nice bit of convergent evolution there. 😊 (And yes, my zoologist brain thinks about these things when watching TBB apparently...)
So. Much. Gungi. Looking. Sad. 😭
OUCH 😭
When I saw the wookie pelt on that trandoshan, I got so angry. 😤
Stop burning his home, you hissy bastards!
Character designs in this episode are great! ✨️
Soundtrack is also amazing, as always.
We only see brief glimpses of them, but I love how we get an insight into the traditions and beliefs of the wookies. I love that touch.
Laser sword
Echo's face the first time he was offered the soup. 🤣
Speaking to the trees!!!
When I heard the line "we'll take all the allies we can get" in the trailer, I did not think they would be talking about trees but here we are.
Weird giant monkey things are awesome!
I don't want to think about what those spider things did to Venomor. 😖
It was probably not fun.
WRECKER SPEAKING WOOKIE
Also, Echo's little cheers with the bowl was adorable. 🥰 Character development right there! 🤣
It's interesting that they talk about the fact that neither Omega nor Gungi can ever truly be children in a world like this. Especially since last episode was a chance for Omega to actually get to act like a kid for once. Last episode was very much a look into what her life should be, while this one is more of a look into what her life really is like.
Omega joining Gungi in listening to the trees. I adore her desire to understand people and their traditions, even if it is just child-like curiosity.
And I love seeing Gungi partaking in the tribe's tradition as well. He's unsure of what he's doing but he understands that it's his culture and he wants to be a part of it. 🥺
This episode is very interesting in the fact that it shows not only the repercussions of the rise of the Empire, but also how the lives of younglings was changed when they were subscribed to the Jedi.
They never really got a chance to grow up understanding their own personal culture and heritage, and that's not necessarily something we always think about.
To summarise this slight messy bullet list, I loved this episode!
Seeing not only the effect that Order 66 had on Gungi, but also his struggle to return to a place that he doesn't truly know because all he ever really remembers is life at the Jedi Temple. Seeing him fit back into the tribe is really sweet to see.
Hunter and Echo are once again the tired parents this episode. 🤣 But it was nice to see Echo being a little more vocal again, and Hunter putting his hand on Echo's shoulder as a supportive thing was nice. They don't alway see eye to eye, but at the end of the day, they are still brothers.
Actually, everyone felt like they had a place in the episode so I'm very happy about that. It's great to have an episode that feels like it's about the Batch again.
It was a solid episode and I really enjoyed it!
Even more exciting is that we get 2 episodes next week!!! 🥳 But it also means we'll be halfway through this season already. 🥲
#the bad batch season 2 spoilers#the bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#the bad batch#the bad batch season 2#star wars#omega#echo#tech#wrecker#hunter#gungi
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Hey i am here to participate in your tarot game!
Here is my juno chart -
here is my groom chart -
here is you reading - who is your fs? when will you meet? any angel messages or advise for you, how will you meet? Their first impression on you.
Let's start -
Okay so advise angel cards-
Meditation brings answer - You should meditate, when you are feeling low and in doubt it will help you clear your mind.
Ask from help of others - do not hesitate to reach out to your loved ones, when you are in need, because they love you and you never have to be alone and feel alone.
Timing - In the near future - You will be meeting him in upcoming years.
Take action - when you are going somewhere, or in the mood for socializing and you are getting to know new places or people. when you taking action and you ready you will meet him.
okay so onto the tarot cards -
who is your future spouse - 6 of pentacles , the emperor, page of pentacles, knight of cups, queen of cups
I see you both are looking for each other like a part of you and him will be searching for each other, he is quite generous and kind, he might also have lots of admirers, but he will have eyes for you, He is like the CEO type who has leadership qualities in him, he loves to take charge, very protective in a good way, he will protect you with his all his strength, he values his family and beliefs, very dependable, focused, he will sweep you off you feet, he will be self sufficient, he can be quite chill. A very wholesome aura, like you wanna be his friends or just to be in his company, this goes well with him having admirers, he will be very quick witted, a very new person, he will always have lots of ideas on how to handle certain situation and guiding his way out, he could be a troublemaker in past, but he will be quite matured when you meet him, but with you his inner child will show, he is very charming, i keep hearing hazel eyes, might be hazel eyed or maybe he likes hazelnuts, a very good sense of humour and good personality, he have grown quite a lot, I also see him being very open minded, and he could be close to certain female members i her family, or he just respects females a lot, a very emotional mature person, i see you both in too much love, like you will know your soul will recognize its him, you and him will share very deep emotional connection as well. A very rewarding relationship. He will teach you so many things. Meditation is very imp here. He is very hardworking, he wont give up he loves to reach his goals. He will be coming very soon to you~
His first impression on you - 6 of cups, queen of swords, 8 of cups
As i said you both will just know, its like your soul will recognize them, a very pleasent and harmonious impression you will have on them. they will feel nostalgic like they have known you for quite sometime, he will think of you as someone who is kind, and know how to deal with stuff on her own, he will think of you as someone like you are a puzzle to them, he will know you yet he would want to know more about your soul. I see him making first step, like doing a ice breaker kinda thing lol, like he will come to you first.
How you will meet him? - 2 of cups, 3 of wands, 4 of wands, the fool.
I see you will meet him when you are opening a new chapter of your life. There are new beginnings for you, i see this can be a connection from your past life. When you both meet, it will be a divine timing, you might be travelling or he can be travelling when you meet him, travel will play a great role, maybe a friends marriage not where you are, but you both meet there, when you are travelling at a wedding and your eyes meet and right there you will know its him.
Thank you!
Please do give feedback if you liked it.
Thank you for participating! This reading was quite accurate for me, but the most accurate thing was def how we met because this is exactly what happened!! He was also in the country to attend a wedding lol, so yeah it def makes sense. Thank you so so much for your reading! Let's go with the exchange!
Your Exchange Reading
✿ You could meet FS on a fun day, a shopping day, a day you think of yourself, take care of yourself. A wedding too, something related to romance, lot of couples, or just a very beautiful place!
✿ FS could look very handsome and very unique for sure! They could dress well but with their own style, quite different than people but def well put together.
✿ You could meet FS quite unexpectedly and it could be in a daily life. It could also be at work! Or during some health routine for example. Meeting could be quite romantic.
✿ FS could have 7H/ Libra/ 11H/ Aquarius/ 5H/ Leo/ 10H/ Capricorn/ Sagittarius/ 9H/ Aries/ 1H/ Pisces/ 12H placements.
✿ FS is veryyyyy good looking!! Very popular for their look for sure! They can dress differently everyday. Or like to change their appearance often. But they always look good whatever they pull off.
✿ FS could be a foreigner!
✿ You could also meet FS online.
✿ FS or you could meet when someone can move in another country (they come to your country or you come to their).
✿ FS is someone who loves traveling and perhaps moves often. FS could also struggle to find a proper home for themselves and this could be why.
✿ FS could be quite funny, loud, and they could also be a little dramatic. Def an empath and extrovert too. Though they can be quite sensible too. Could get their feelings hurt easily so don't tease them too much.
✿ Could love theater, movies, acting, etc.
✿ FS could have been betrayed by friends before.
✿ FS could be determined to win a lot of money and be successful in their life.
✿ FS could love pop culture, and they could also love to have fun. Their friends are very important for them.
✿ FS could have some money or be very lucky when it comes to money. They could also quite be lucky in general. They could easily manifest too.
Hope you liked your reading!
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More Genshin Impact Fanfiction Ideas (Part 3)
A/N: If you know me, I've made two of these. These are ideas that I have, but that I don't feel like I have the skill or time to fully flesh out so here's a list of my thoughts and ideas.
Cyno x fem!reader
-reader and Cyno are about 19-20 years of age and students at the akademiya, there is an established relationship
-surprise, reader is pregnant, Cyno is worried
-Cyno and reader navigate obstacles of preparing to become new parents
-Cyno takes extra hard to his studies so that he can achieve success to support reader and coming child
-reader faces other scholars looking down on her due to her being with child and still continuing her studies, Cyno gets low-key snubbed for getting a girl pregnant
-extra ending: not long after baby is born, maybe a year or so later, Cyno beats the odds by taking and succeeding in his assessment to become General Mahamatra
Yelan x fem!reader
(I wanted to make this one a whole separate post, but I'll just put it here)
-inspired by the song "Supergirl", specifically the version by Anna Naklab
-Yelan and reader are coworkers/friends, even with a small playful rivalry, Yelan can't help but look at her with sparkles in her eyes, Yelan has feelings for reader and a strong admiration for her and actually enjoys the back and forth banter, it's basically flirting as a fellow coworker points out
-one day they get placed on a long travel involved mission together
-throughout camping, traversing the wilderness of Liyue, and facing danger, reader and Yelan get closer and end up sharing a kiss one starry night that slowly begins to evolve, however reader gets scared, "This isn't right." "Oh, uh, alright."
-it's a little bit awkward and reader goes out for a late night walk, in her daze she gets caught in a hilichurl camp, even though her fighting skills are exceptional, all of them together at once and the timing just overwhelms her, Yelan out of the blue comes to her aid and they slay the monsters together
-afterwards, reader hugs Yelan and cries, Yelan reciprocates the hug
-they discuss their feelings and reader's reasoning and story and Yelan listens and understands
-they finish the mission and things seem to go back to how they were before however there seems to be more romantic tension between the two, everyone else notices it
-a little bit of time passes and there's a formal work party, Yelan and reader get to talking and there's confessions and all that talk, they clink their glasses and leave the party together, headed back to Yelan's home for the night (whether it ends in NSFW or stays SFW is up to person)
-"You wanna get out of here hun?" "Hell yea."
Dainsleif x reader
-reader has a Cryo vision(more on this later)
-reader and Dainsleif grew up together in Khaenri'ah since childhood, they were so close they even went to a formal school dance together at Dainsleif request because he was tired of people asking him out, there's unspoken feelings not wanting to ruin the friendship
-they're friends even up to him becoming the Twilight Sword
-then the Cataclysm happens as Dainsleif and reader are together, reader gets separated from him somehow
-YEARS LATER
-Reader wakes up feeling cold on the coasts of Mondstadt, a new cryo vision in hand, a new white streak in their hair, and some half melted chunks of ice surrounding them (reader's cryo vision protected them by freezing them in a block of ice, basically a Captain America preservation)
-reader refamiliarizes themselves with the world and begins to share a new appreciation for the world, slowly losing hate about the Cataclysm
-reader meets Traveler and Paimon, they meet Dainsleif via them
-reader is unaware of the curse or Dainsleif's intentions
-reader and Dainsleif now hold completely different views and feelings towards the world of Teyvat, will their love be rekindled once again even after this 500+ year gap?
Tighnari x reader
-College AU!
-reader and Tighnari were together since junior year of high school and are now in their freshman year of college at different schools
-there's a a time zone gap, as in reader would be sleeping when it's still daytime for Tighnari
-reader and Tighnari navigate this new change and keep trying to cultivate their relationship through this long distance
Heizou x reader
-Law and Order but there's Heizou and reader as detective partners trying to solve a large and dangerous case falling in love along the way
#genshin fanart#genshin angst#genshin x you#genshin impact x reader#cyno x reader#cyno x you#yelan x reader#yelan x you#heizou shikanoin x reader#heizou x reader#tighnari x reader#tighnari x you#dainsleif x reader#dainsleif x you
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I will gladly interact with you! Send an ask! @ me! I would love to RP with you. I will do an (IC) promo if you ask (assuming i'm popular enough for that lmao)!
Hello Hello ~
My name is Tix (they/them, occasionally it/its), and welcome to my rotomblr blog! I'm 23, I'm from Unova and i have a small café on Route 3 right outside Striaton City. If you don't find it, just look for the Daycare on the hill, walk up that hill and look for the building at the foot of the hill! And now come in and get a cupcake, you earned it!
Don't be alarmed by the poison types around here! Most of them are registered to me and are completely harmless unless you touch them. They are also friendly, so if you wanna pet them, ask me! I'll gladly provide handling advice.
I also have an employee, Olivia. I might occasionally mention him. Maybe she'll also make a few post here and there.
There is also Brandy, my Rotom. Let's hope they can behave!
As for my Pokémon, there are a few! [Complete list of Pokémon including retcons at the end in the ooc section]
My Koffing, Coffee! The shop's named after him! Look at his FABULOUS moustache!
Bienenstich the Scolipede, she's very good with kids. If you need someone to look after your toddler, she's the gal! (i am so not kidding)
Cream the Haunter. No, your drink isn't haunted, she just helps me out a bit.
Muffin the Roselia, he's the primary gardener. I would do more around there but he doesn't let me.
Poppy the Toxicroak, he's a cool guy. He also makes music with me.
Basil the Toxtricity. Best bassist i've ever met (sorry Roxie).
Carrot Cake the Clodsire. He doesn't do much, but that's okay.
Rhubarb the Ekans. Little rascal. Don't trip over him.
Eggplant the Skorupi. He's new, still getting to know him myself!
Soup the Grimer is also quite new. I hatched him from a strange egg.
Also here's two pics of me. (//i forgor what the picrew were. if anyone knows, let me know)
//I will draw your OCs badly
OOC below the cut:
// Hi, hello. I run this blog as a side blog, so I'll like and follow from my main @fire-water-grass-core. If you need to address me (the player/mun), I'm okay with any pronouns, and if you need a name you can call me Kama, Nox or Cheese. I also run:
@zekrom-sword where i explore some darker themes (ig?) regarding pokémon hunting. This blog is less focused on blogging though and goes more into headcanon/fanfic territory. I'm happy to RP with Felix (muse over there) though!
@fire-water-grass-core is the main, as mentioned. Originally it was planned for that one to be a personal blog for Olivia, Tix' employee, but i didn't really get into it. I mostly use it for OOC stuff regarding rotomblr ig?
@kamataros is my general, non-pkmn-irl blog. idk what you would want there? but feel free to check it out. I post a lot of shit and a lot of it is untagged.
NOW for the rules ig?
ZERO: don't be a dick. easy, right? right. This is the important part :)
First: blanket #unreality warning. I will tag posts usually as pokemon irl, #pkmn irl or #pokeblogging. The actual unreality tag is reserved that genuinely blends reality and fiction (such as talking about animals in the context of the pokemon world.)
Second: i went on a BIG hiatus for like 6 months. I've retconned a few things, but i didn't want to actually go through the blog and delete stuff. Instead, i tagged all old posts as #Koffing-Time-1.0. Everything with this tag is not neccesarily canon anymore. case-to-case basis i guess.
Third: If anything comes up, I'll try to put a warning tag. I'll keep it to one format: #cw [trigger]. I will probably still use them sparingly, since i'm personally okay with most things. Please tell me if i should tag something.
Fourth: I won't participate in high stakes a lot and probably never in ultra stakes. Everything will be appropriately tagged #high stakes pokereality on the off chance that i do join. I don't think i will be getting into details like "low stakes" and "medium stakes" for tagging.
Fifth: Regarding sentient/sapient pokémon: they are allowed. I might ignore them if i ever do any story-arcs or so, but go ahead! (this was different for 1.0)
Sixth: Ask games will be tagged with #ask game. Once i reblog them, they are open indefinitely, including old ones from #Koffing-Time-1.0. The tag will be for the initial meme only, not the answers to make it possible to find them. Generally, please put the question for the meme into your ask, especially if it's an older ask game. (Feel free to ask Brandy or Olivia as well, but if not specified it will be Tix answering)
Seventh: DMs are an OOC zone :)
OTHER TAGS:
I'm trying to use a funny tagging system for blogs i "frequently" interact with (as in.. i am not chronically on tumblr so "frequently" is a bit much to say)
Out of Character posts will be tagged with #ooc . This goes only for posts where a significant portion is ooc.
Out of Character answers to asks will be tagged #cheesy answers
Out of Character notes will be marked as // or //ooc (including tags)
I might reblog art or even posts that tix isn't involved in. these will be tagged #//reblog
Posts involving details about certain headcanons will be tagged #headcanon
Image descriptions or Video description will be in [brackets] .
Also here is a (not complete) list of a few headcanons that i use.
I'll update and edit this post as well as reblog it if something changes.
Lastly
I, Cheese, Mun will use pink coloured text in addition to the //
Tix will be writing/talking in colourless text
Olivia will be writing/talking in blue text
Brandy will be writing/talking in red text
otherwise, i won't use much colours in posts. this intro blog stuff will be the exception to make it easier to read (i hope)
That being said: feel free to interact, feel free to send a DM, feel free to send asks, I'm happy to do offscreen posts and RP and whatnot, I won't bite and i won't poison you. Probably.
PS: little thing about reblog chains (i guess?)
Now, that was a long one. If you read it all, congratulations, have a cookie. Or a coffee. And most importantly: have fun!
PPS: Here's a list of Tix'Pokémon:
Coffee the Koffing
Muffin the Roselia
Bienenstich the Scolipede
Cream the Haunter
Poppy the Toxicroak
Basil the Toxtricity
Cracker the Murkrow (retconned) [it hurt me to do this but there are so many already]
Cheese the (shiny) Crobat (retconned) [it hurt me to do this but there are so many already]
Rhubarb the Ekans
Chocco the Salandit (retconned)
Carrot Cake the Clodsire
Pumpkin the Bellsprout (retconned)
Loaf the Trubbish (retconned)
Yoghurt the Yveltal (retconned)
Bun the (ultra domesticated) Trubbish (retconned)
Roll the (ultra domesticated) Tubbish (retconned)
Appleslice the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (reconned)
Bacon the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (retconned)
Lettuce the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (retconned)
Tomato the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (retconned)
Caramel the Beedrill (retconned)
Tofu the Sliggoo (retconned)
Annie Stonefruit the (albino) Cranidos (retconned)
Jack the Pumpkaboo (retconned)
Brandy the Rotom
Eggplant the Skorupi
Leonard the bed-sized Clodsire Plush
Soup the Baby-Grimer
If all of Tix team appear in a post (i doubt) it'll be tagged with #tix band
Also a list of Olivias Pokémon
Hans the Lotad
Grill the Darmanitan
Marbles the Alolan Exeggutor (tagged with just #marbles the exeggutor )
The Kalosian the Escavalier (tagged with just #kalosian the escavalier)
Beach Ball the Gible
Gregor the Gimmighoul
If all of Olivias Team appear in a post, it'll be tagged #olivias gang
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I've been really fascinated by what you have to say about magic as animism, as pacts with supernatural beings, magic as intercession, and many other things you've had to say on the topic
You gave me words for this thing I've been longing to put into my crearive work (mostly just rpg campaigns), this vibe I was in love with, but struggled to actually pin down
That being said, for all my love for it, as someone who grew up in a firmly post-DnD cultural landscape, it's been real hard to actually get into this way of thinking and make something of my own with it
May I ask you to help me work through an example I am grappling with right now, so that I can hopefully bounce off that example and keep thinking on my own?
There's RPG I wanna run called "Band of Blades". One of the facts about the setting is that all magic there in some form or another comes from gods. One of the two biggest forms of it is binding yourself to a god, which comes with costs all of its own. But, e.g., sweating yourself to a goddess of mercy can grant you some healing powers. Other big one is Chosen, which is basically when a willing human gives themselves up and essentially suffers an ego death to become an avatar of the respective god on earth. Most magical artifacts in the setting is items crafted by Chosen. Animal eating dead bodies of Chosen can produce magical beasts, or their remains can be made into reliquaries that can ward off malignant magic, etc.
At a glance, that seems to me like a setting that can be readily run as this sort of, as you put it in one of your posts, "only intercession is magic" manner. In a way, it already is - you have to make a pact with a deity to have magic, after all. For normal mortals sworn to gods then, it's fairly straightforward from here - their magical powes are limited by when the god views interceding on their behalf as worth it; a ritual to achieve a powerful effect basically amounts to asking the deity really really nicely instead of normally, and hoping they respond, etc.
But what about the Chosen? Specifically the question I had in mind is - if there is some kind of dramatic magical effect they can't achieve by just waving their hand, how would they go about empowering it? A mortal bound to a god could hold a ritual asking for intercession harder, as mentioned above. But since the Chosen is already an avatar of a god, they can't exactly ask harder because that would be basically asking yourself. But having supernatural acts only fall in two buckets of "can do on the spot" and "can't do at all" seems rather boring, too.
So what kind of "extra effort" options could make sense here? What would be the non-DnD way to think about this problem?
I'm going to reiterate that TTRPG format constraints were good reason for them to locally strip out the animacy, this is going to be a tricky place to put it back. Good luck!
Your second problem is the character who suffered ego death and is now a vehicle for an NPC. This is a cool storytelling device and also very tricky to run in a TTRPG!
So this is a hard problem. Also I am unfamiliar with Band of Blades.
Still, the first idea that comes to my mind is that dramatic magical effects taking more effort also take more time. The Chosen can't just wave their hands, they need to keep waving and ensure both that the body doesn't tire and that the god can keep uninterrupted attention on this specific avatar. (How many Chosen does a god in this setting usually have? How much multitasking power do the gods have? Are IC scheduling conflicts going to be an issue?)
Closely related is continuously channeled effects. The Chosen perhaps can't simply cast "Cure Frostbite" or "Craft Sword" as a one-off, but can sustain a power which generates immense heat for as long as the Chosen concentrates, warding off frostbite and enabling smithing without coal.
Or you could go with stress on the avatar.
Mutants & Masterminds has an action option literally called "Extra Effort" that you could take inspiration from. It raises one of your stats or alters one of your powers to do something that isn't on the short list of 'main' character superpowers, but the effort incurs a stack of fatigue. The first stack of fatigue is mostly free, only reducing your movement speed until you rest. The second stack of fatigue makes you exhausted, reducing movement speed and penalizing all rolls. The third stack of fatigue makes you pass out unconscious once you're done with the heroic effort.
Extra Effort is designed as a regenerating resource that the players can use frequently, and I've observed that they still hold back, because even though it costs no money and the uses recover every day, there's always the "what if I want it later?" factor on anything with limited uses. :P
Depending on setting details, the avatar character might want or need to do certain alterations to the landscape, physical or social, to make it more favorable for their god before trying to pull miracles. Draw friendly sigils, smash enemy sigils, gather diplomatic support, pick an appropriate spot on high ground or near a river or atop a spire or whatever. An extreme form of this is miracles that can only be done in a church or on consecrated ground. A lesser form might be that the healing powers of the goddess of mercy restore a number of hit points equal to 1d6 + number of people singing the praises of the goddess of mercy there at the time, up to some limit of diminishing returns.
On the one hand, this might get a little silly if the players have economistbrain about the stat bonus and decide to hire a band at all times to buff their miracles.
On the other hand, if the characters are committed enough to hire a troupe to follow them around and constantly sing praises of their gods, maybe that's exactly the kind of devotion you want to encourage. Emphasise that this is not a floating abstract +3 magic, it represents people doing something in the world.
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I was genuinely about to throw Ven/Strel at you because I saw you threw them at Blaze, but thankfully thought to look for a bingo reblog. I see nothing and I am sad.
But I have a lot of thoughts about them and was not expecting to see them mentioned in the wild
Not to worry! I've actually done a ship bingo for them here! BUT I'll use the other Ship Opinion Bingo I saw Blaze use lol
OK SO. First off my absolute favorite way to ship these two is honestly in AU formats, just because it's so so fun to imagine them in different scenarios to the canon KH ones and also because it's kinda *hard* to ship them in canon KH because. Well. Strelitzia's.... current state of being.
But at it's core Streliven is like. Equal parts tragic and funny to me. I know considering what's happened in canon it really SHOULD be more tragic but I'm all about making the stupidest ships imaginable. Obsessed with Strel and Ven meeting post kh4 and both going "ok so I know our pasts were kinda Fucked Up but damn... honestly.... you're kinda cute you wanna go out for ice cream later" and making things work out meanwhile Lauriam is in the background tearing his hair out. IDK something so funny about them going from, like, not knowing how to address their past to the two of them instantly wanting to kiss each other. Because that's totally a healthy and normal way to cope for sure, totally fine and good and dandy /sarcasm .
On a more serious note. Despite the tragedy that comes with this ship. These two would just be SO sugar sweet together, wouldn't they?? The appeal here is similar to Ven/Nami, because we know Ventus would be such a little gentleman to someone so shy and sweet as Strelitzia, but there's also the juicy backstory. I've admittedly roleplayed two separate scenarios (one shippy, one not) where post KH3 Ventus has met an amnesiac Strelitzia and it's always the sweetest thing. In the shippy scenario he took her to a fair first thing, won her some prizes and even did a cheesy pretend knight act with a plastic sword and promised to protect her. IDK, I just see Ventus as being playful enough to break Strel's shell a little.
Then ofc there's more AU scenerios. Maaan there's been a few Strel/Ven AUs I've read/written for but most of them are just. In my head. But there's always this level of like, misfortune bringing them together. I like that. For me, Streliven is a sweet ship, but it's got a layer of like, "something's not quite right" here. Forbidden love, or met through a terrible circumstance. Thennnnn there's a few more situations I've imagined for them, like the idea of them (in a post KH4 world or something) learning about their connection and being forbidden from meeting, yet kinda coming together regardless. Ventus feeling so guilty about everything that he's willing to do anything for Strelitzia/feels indebted to her, meanwhile Strelitzia just HATING that Ventus feels that responsibility (being a bit creeped out by it, too, probably) and maybe one thing leads to another and they both break down a little and that leads to the two of them having to heal with each other. They suddenly open up to each other, and because they've felt so much pressure to heal on their own, they just become a mess and have to figure things out. It's definitely not the best way to go about things, but who knows?
Maybe one day they'll feel safe enough to be friends.
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SCP(L): Super Crappy Pickup Lines
Ignoring the very anomalous charges under our care, the Foundation is a lot like any other office. There's the office brown-noses, the snitches, the useless, the know-too-much types, the overachievers... and the flirts. Some of us have game, some of us couldn't find games in a toy shop. Here's some of the worst. Triggers: adult content, bad puns.
"That an anomalous sword in you hand 076-2 or are you just happy to see me?" Only Agent Dimitriov can try this and live. Anyone else is just going to become a red smudge on that sword.
"Good thing I'm certified in handling incendiary weapons, as you're smoking babe."
"Hey, sexy mama. Wanna see a naked Mole Rat?"
"Are you a memetic cognitohazard? Cause you keep running through my mind all night."
"Hey, are you a pneumohazard anomaly? I ask, because you take my breath away in that dress."
"You had me at 'cheesecake'."
"I don't know just what it is about you, 173... but I just can't take my eyes off you in that blue dress." That... was weird. Usually CLEF flirts with the Staring Statue, hearing a D-Class say that stuff was scary.
"Better get the MTF up here, that ass so fine shorty bends reality."
"I would bring you the skulls of every enemy of yours if it makes you smile, my (untranslatable)." Huh. Kinda romantic for Big Brother.
"The stars in the night are insignificant compared to those residing in your eyes, my dove." Okay... not going to lie... that was smooth as silk. No doubt about it Iris... Viktor is a keeper.
"The only thing blacker than your coffee preference is your soul. We should have dinner soon."
"I'd breach containment for you. I'd face the Hard to Destroy Reptile for you. I'd even remove a water bottle from your junk, again. I'd do anything for your love... except face the Ethics Committee again. I'm sorry, but you need to buy your own booze tonight, Ben. Bad enough they threatened me with the Red Right Hand after the last incident."
"Dyo, you may be a 'bad guy', but it doesn't make you a bad person. Thanks for telling Lenny the Letch to eat a bag of zombie dicks. Wanna grab coffee?"
"I've got the worst headache in history, 049... and I think a hug from you might be the best cure."
"Hey, can my eel slither in your pond?" That earned a slap from the Water Nymph. I'd have slapped him too.
"My anomalous ability? I made you come with just two fingers."
"I gave up a kidney for you. If that's not love, Charles, tell me what is."
An ANTI-pickup line: "Are you with the Church of the Broken God? Because you're really starting to grind my gears."
"Why yes, 999... that IS a mammoth ice cream sundae with your name on it, and everyone is ALWAYS happy to see you. Wanna play Among Us and chill?"
"Are you a Bixby? Because you're so fine it challenges my notion of reality."
"Of course she's Thaumiel, she's so fine even the Shy Guy stares as she passes by. So what? I'd still suit up to tap that heavenly fineness."
"You look cold, Dr. Iceberg. Maybe a hug would warm you up."
"Doctor, if I said you Light up my life would you be mad at me?"
"I'd gladly be your dinner if I get dessert first, Kuhmiho." Okay, D-2984 must not have been around pretty girls much.
"That a new dress, Dr. Myriad? It looks great on you, but it'd look better on my chair."
"I've got a couple bottles of your favorite wine, a few antimemetics... what say you and I get out of here and not make memories?"
"Oh, sweetie... 343 did his finest work when he made you."
"106... that a Marshall, Carter, & Dark thug? Aw, thank you, sweetheart! I got you one too. Happy Valentine's Day, Larry!"
"Hello, 049. Wanna play Doctor?"
"You're like an annoying TikTok music video, I close my eyes and I hear your voice. You, uh... doing anything tonight?"
#scp foundation#tales from site redacted#we got some real freaks here#looking at you agent o'hare#dr gears#scp 076 2#scp 105#scp 049
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Aquatic Adventure: Enchanted Dance pt 2
[School Hall]
Aryan: *Sighs* I'm not gonna be late this time!
???: Ry-Ry!
Aryan: *Stops curiously* Hm?
Cater: Ry-Ry, hey!
Aryan: Hey Cay-Cay...
Cater: Why so glum, I heard you're heading home for a festival, thought you'd be happy about it
Aryan: Not really, means I gotta deal with my old man, you know...
Cater: Well...maybe I could tag along, help you out!
Aryan: *Stares at him*
Cater: Aryan?
Aryan: *Smirks* You just want some pictures of the festival, don't you Cay-Cay~
Cater: *Laughs* Oppsie! Got caught! Hedgehogs out of the bag!
Aryan: *Laughs, smiling at him*
Cater: But seriously, pleeeeasseee! I really do wanna see the festival it's a once in a hundred year chance to and you know we poor mortals don't live too long!
Aryan: *Grins in amusement* Hm~~
Cater: *Presses his palms together* Please
Aryan: *Grins at him* Hmmmm~~~~
Cater: Pretty please
Aryan: *Crosses his arms still grinning* Hmmmmmmm~~~
Cater: *Steps closer* Pretty pretty please!
Aryan: *Laughs* Alright! You can tag along, the more the merrier anyway you know!
???: I heard festival!
Ruggie: *Smiles* Mind if I tag along! Festivals means a lot of food!
Aryan: *Smirks teasingly* Glutton~
Ruggie: What can I say? I'm a foodie! So, can I go!
Aryan: Hm~~
Ruggie: *Frowns, giving him a look* I am not gonna say please to you like Cater
Aryan: *Laughs* You can come! I was just joking around!
Ruggie: Shishishi! Sweet, thanks Aryan! Looks like I'm in debt to you right now!
Aryan: *Smiles and nods* Meet in the mirror room tomorrow, make sure you're all packed!
Ruggie and Ruggie: Got it!
Aryan: *Looks down, his smile fading* Man...I really don't wanna go home...no doubt Uncle Birsha is gonna start something this time..
Aryan: Last time it was grandmother about my parents wedding, the time before that it was grandpa over the decorations, and before that it was my first cousin because I didn't know howto wield a sword
Aryan: I bet it's over something petty this time too...
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[Mirror Chamber]
Aryan: Alright, two bags of luggage, that's it....
???: Heyo!
Cater: *Walks in beaming*
Riddle: *Crosses his arms over his chest*
Ruggie: *Smiles, his hands behind his head*
Aryan: You're all here, now we just gotta wait for the person Livia wants to come with us
Cater: Huh! Livia is sending someone with us!?
Riddle: Yes, she thought it'd be good for this person
Ruggie: Maybe it's Silver, you know how close those two siblings are
???: I feel blessed that her Ladyship thought of me and sent me to tag along!
Aryan: .....god damn it, Livia....
Sebek: Be grateful! Lady Livia has sent her bodyguard along with you, endangering herself for me to have fun! No complaining!!
Cater: *Chuckles nervously* I'm kinda wishing it was Malleus now
Riddle: Or Silver
Ruggie: Or Lilia...
Aryan: Or Kuro...
Aryan and Ruggie: *Sighs* Anyone but Sebek! Come on!
???: I am tagging along as well
Aryan: AHHHHHH! SHIT!!!
Riddle: LANGUAGE!!!
Rook: *Smiles, his arms crossed* This will be a spectacular festival, I just had to come and attend!
Aryan: *Lowers his voice, cursing the gods* Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you....
Rook: Did you say something, Monsieur Beautywing?
Aryan: *Beams* Welcome aboard, Rook!
Rook: Thank you! Shall we be on our way?
Aryan: *Turns to the mirror* Mirror Mirro, take us to the Ice Hidden Kingdom!
Riddle: Huh?
Aryan: *Closes his eyes and sighs preparing himself for the drama*
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[Verglas Kingdom Entrance]
Ruggie and Cater: WOAH!!
Riddle: Look at that castle in the distance....
Aryan: This way guys...
???: IS THAT MY BABY BOY!!?
Aryan: *Flinches, looking embarrassed knowing this voice* O-Oh no!
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