A Conflagration Of my Own —previously

50’s Elvis is my baby, Electrician Elvis is my blue collar husband, Army Elvis has fathered my twelve children, Captain Presley is my invention and Big Daddy Elvis is the gospel I was seen preaching in the wilderness before it was cool

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Since Elvis and Elaine have kids over a wide span of time, does Elvis change as a father? I know 50/60s fathers weren't as hands on as today. When Shiloh appears in the 80s though, is Elvis hands on with the pregnancy and present for the birth and all that as Shiloh grows?

Ooooh this is yummy. So much of what I’m basing my perceptions of his fatherhood on are Lisa’s glowing accounts along with a supposition that if this man had started younger when he was less of a stick in the mud he might’ve developed a bit more of a hands-on approach. No matter the decade, yet I do see him changing.

This man was always so affectionate, to fans babies and then in a awed sort of way for his own. And not just a trivial squish squish sorta appreciation, he obviously developed a deep bond with his daughter that went beyond hijinks. So I’d consider that to be a good guide for early Sarge, still in some ways a product of his time but Elvis was always an outlier and I see him being so as a young dad.

Not to open a slag-fest on a volatile topic but I genuinely wonder how his parenting might’ve looked if it had been more intentional and with someone who wasn’t as terrified as he was about it. I mean -less of a dealing with what you’ve been dealt and more of a coming true of the dreams he expressed later in life for a large family with someone who shared that dream.

Some of the issues you run into in Sarge are at their peak in the 70’s when his home life looks nothing like what he promised the kid’s mama and what the first five kids were raised to expect from him. He’s gone touring so much during formative teenage years and when he comes back home for spurts of time he naturally feels disconnected and left behind as they grow up.

Danny and Shiloh on the other hand begin as early Sarge did with even more nurturing from a seasoned father and then he keeps at it, being involved and growing them up into decently stable human beings. I have such a soft spot for older parents as the world gasps and sometimes rebukes them but generally in my observations they’re at their peak -they’ve learned their mistakes, they’ve chilled out, they’re less competitive with their kids as they’ve already accomplished what they needed to accomplish and it’s like being raised by good grandparents. The dream, honestly.

-also, lots of naps and no one berates you for joining ;)

Hope this meandering reply answered your question. If not feel free to hit me again. ☺️

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Why is there a picture of Brooke Shields in Danny Presley’s mood board lol?

And as a fellow JFK JR lover, that man is so handsome and would have changed the world I fully support you using him as a FC 😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ok…bit of a long story and an inside joke with my collaborators on this one.

First off -so relieved that you support using dear John John, on one hand it felt weird to transplant him and on another I deeply need a happier AU for him anyway and placing him in this family that’s a little less burdened with political lore seemed a nice way of accomplishing that.

As for Brooke -you may recall JFK Jr. once asked her out on a date during a ski trip and lavished attention on her and when she rebuffed him the guy never got in contact again. 😂 so, we thought we’d re-write that a bit, making a character somewhat similar to Brooke Shields but someone who has grown up in the Presley household after they got involved in her life upon witnessing some the sketchy -to put it too mildly- gigs her mother signed her up for. I foresee Elvis and Elaine being very hospitable and protective of vulnerable new stars in that way.

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Rosalee was already my favorite, solely because I love and adore Riley Keogh, but her being a Daddy’s girl and Margaret Qualley’s twin absolutely cements it for me. Can’t wait to know her a bit more. Questions below ⬇️

Is Elvis aware that he’s Rosalee’s entire world and does that scare the shit out of him? When did this connection start, does she come out the womb searching for her Daddy? Does she help Jack in his cock-blocking quests? What’s her relationship like with Daisy? How does she deal with her Dad being gone a lot in the ‘70’s and his constant hospital stays during those days? And lastly, how does Elaine feel about Rosalee’s close relationship to Elvis, not because she’d be jealous, but I imagine as a mother she worries for Rosalee a lot as Elvis goes down a dark path.

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I love that you love her. Really, it just fills me with such joy.

I’m pretty sure this is the baby who comes out and maybe he catches her, maybe he’s actually there for that brith, who knows but either way she when baby Rosalee meets Elvis’ chest and is cradled to his heart -she’s met her soulmate.

They both need and love the same way and yes, it scares him shitless at times and when he’s being an ass, her tearful hurt cuts him deeper than any other failing in his life. But they also require so little to get back into their groove, forgiving each other and making time for each other and knowing the other just needs peace sometimes. His being gone is very hard on her, she tries to follow him around a decent amount like the rest of the children do, and it’s beyond disheartening for her to lose him and they are more heartfelt connection to the drugs. Eventually she is very key and bringing him back after the divorce.

These two are the best at naps and cuddles book reading and hammock sessions. Even into her adulthood. And that never changes.

Her relationship with Daisy is very interesting as Daisy is by far the most independent child, she’s also brutally blunt and his little interest in keeping up appearances -harmony and peace are not her forte and she’s not uncomfortable in a Contentious environment, so long as the truth is coming out. Which is the exact opposite of what Rosalee enjoys. However loyalty is Daisy’s love language, and she will kill to maintain Rosalie’s equanimity, while Rosalee provides a much needed neutral ear for Daisy’s antics and ambitions. So they are complementary in that way, due to their love for each other and a certain amount of selflessness no matter what.

Lastly I love figuring out Elaine‘s perspective and relationship with Rosalee. Due to Daisy‘s wild antics, Elaine has little fear of Rosalee following her down their Daddys path, but she can tell what the semi-abandonment has done to her. Of any of the kids, Rosalee definitely sides with her dad during the divorce. Can’t make any sense of why her mama is suddenly choosing to no longer support him when he’s down so bad.

I can’t wait to finally resolve that rift as well. Thank you so much for such a awesome ask. 🥰



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Can I do a Rosalee and Elvis blurb request (I’m not sure if you’re open to those but I’m hoping based on Snow Bunnies recently 😭) of Sarge and his family in Germany and Elaine managing to efficiently put three babies to sleep (Jesse, Daisy, And Ella) and then we have Daddy Sarge with *his Rosalee* because she only gets put down by him.

Cries when he leaves to work, when he leaves the room, etc

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I most definitely am open to prompts, my dear! Thanks for sending one in. I’ve gotten quite a few prompts asking for nearly the same thing so you’ll be pleased to hear that’s a “absolutely, comin’ right up” order for it. Warms my heart how much y’all love baby Rosalee🙌🏻☺️🍼

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Ok so i just watched this youtube video about the rocca house incident (dont know if youre familiar..) but basically 2 fans attacked priscilla outside the house, she calls for help and Elvis goes absolutely insane. Apparently he came running out, enraged and even punched a hole in a windschield, 3 guys had to hold him back..

So the point here is, why am i absolutely needing this in maybe a short blurb form for sarge and elaine.. idek what timeperiod honestly, but fierce protective E just .. does something to me, and i have such a need to see what you would make of this.. ❤️

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Oh lord I …I spend too much time contemplating that incident as is. I’m so glad you brought it up, Nothin’ more attractive than a man defending his lady -and from nasty, jealous gals? Hits different.

I mentioned in the Goldfish do It fic, that Elaine had been jumped earlier that year at the gate. And I totally intended that as a reference to this incident. I love peppering in throwaway lines to see if they intrigue y’all and then getting it requested! ☺️

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What authors (fiction or non-fiction) do you think have influenced/inspired you and your writing style the most?

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Oooh what a neat ask. This actually brings up one of my favorite things to do: categorize other fanfic authors -I love considering and then telling them who their writing reminds me of as it’s sometimes hard to be objective about your own?

Which brings me to such a dilemma with this ask. I’ve no idea if I succeeded in mimicking but I am influenced by R.L. Stevenson in how short and sweet and effective his descriptions of surroundings were, he never once bored me when reading his books growing up. If he wants you to taste mist on your lisp in Scotland, he’ll do it without once boring you about mist itself. If he wants your to feel what it’s like to be buried alive, he’ll manage that without talking about dirt being shoveled in your still breathing chest. He chooses the odd details that somehow make it more transporting. A master.

I enjoy how unafraid Dumas is with creating complex plots, giving every character a arc and forcing you to sympathize with them at their highest and lowest.

I love Jules Verne for how he made the impossible seem quite possible, and he’s an absolute master at non-cheap suspense.

I’ve only ever read persuasion of Jane Austen‘s books, I look forward to reading more, but I was stunned by how effective and plot propelling her in her monologues were. Makes me braver with spending time in someone’s head instead of rushing to plot and external excitement.

And then I adore Hemingway‘s non-fiction writing for how effective he is at summarizing things, he’s almost tantalizing in a way we can all relate to regarding emotions and dynamics and atmospheres.

So -I love me some old writers mainly, ha. 

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Is there anything in the pipeline for CrawFever? I am obsessed with pretty boy Presley looking at a war widow on her lonesome with his baby blues and murmuring "gonna be good to ya, mama," in a breathy voice and a squirm of his hips. Holy fuckin shit I am thirsting after that image.

Past that I am enamored of the idea that when Elvis gets drafted all Mrs. Crawford sees is Billy, coming back cold and stiff in a pine box. So she says "no, this pretty boy is mine and like hell he gets to go get hisself shot" and marries him, following him to Germany, cradle robbing be damned. (June is happy to see her momma so fired up, even if it is a little embarrassing to hold her hand as she dresses down a man half a head taller in full dress uniform over the state of the Army when they question her presence on base)

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Good heavens, how long has this delicious ask been molding in my inbox like some neglected macrons? Oh my, do you know how special and dear Crawfever is to my heart? My first attempt at writing fanfic and that dynamic remains so enticing to me. In the original I stated a turn of events that would prohibit this but the image you painted makes for a fabulous AU.

I’m going nuts picturing this. Consider me properly tempted. 💋

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Anecdotes from Baby Let’s Play House

“Vernon thought he was a stud,” remembers Lamar Fike. “Elvis used to say that Vernon knew when Elvis was conceived, because afterwards, he blacked out.”

When things progressed beyond that point, he usually stuck to intense foreplay, sometimes asking a girl to masturbate him, and then ejaculating in her hair. If his partner found it degrading, a complete act of submission and dominance, it also made sense—her head was the farthest point from potential pregnancy. Elvis’s first experience of real intercourse, which came at either age nineteen or twenty, was both traumatic and uninformed. He had met the girl only that day, and before long, he was in the hotel lobby, searching for Scotty and Bill, his face a tangle of confusion. “The rubber busted,” he said. “What do I do now?” Bill chuckled. “I think you had better marry her—or get the hell out of town.” They left him on his own to solve the crisis, and the next time they saw him, they asked what he had done. “I took her to the emergency room at the hospital.” “The emergency room?” “Yeah, I got them to give her a douche.” Soon he vowed to “never break a virgin,” and to fool around only with experienced girls. In truth, he liked everything that led up to intercourse better than the act itself— the kissing, the stroking, the darting fingers, the removal of the blouse. He preferred that a girl keep her panties on, though it drove him wild to see the slightest bit of pubic hair poking around the seams of her underwear. But he respected women, and it was always important that the girl receive more pleasure than he.

One night when Elvis’s parents came to the Hayride, he walked offstage after taking a number of encores and just about brought the house down. Gladys grabbed him up by the arm and pulled him over to the side of the stage where no one could hear them. “Elvis,” she said sternly, “don’t you have any drawers?” He thought fast, and said, “No, ma’am, the only pair I own was dirty, and Maxine wouldn’t wash ’em.” “Honey, God, he was huge!” Maxine says. “And it showed. And then when he’d shake his leg, my God! You could tell he had a hard-on. It looked like it. Hell, he knew what he was doing. Bill Black went out and said, ‘I’m going to buy Elvis some shorts.’ And he thought, ‘I’ll play a trick on him.’ He bought him some silk ones, polka dots. He thought Elvis wouldn’t wear them, but Elvis fell in love with them and wouldn’t even take ’em off. He didn’t want me to wash them. He was afraid somebody would steal them. I guarantee you, he wore silk underwear for the rest of his life, when he wore any at all. He loved them.”

When I came back, the other guys were down at the beach, looking for the cute girls. But Elvis was leaning over the grillwork on the balcony, staring at the ocean. I said, ‘Hi, honey, are you okay?’ He said, ‘Mae, I can’t get over this ocean.’ Now, he grew up on the mighty Mississippi, but he said, ‘It’s so vast, just no end to it. I’d give anything in the world if I had enough money to bring my mama and daddy to Florida and let them see the ocean.’ ” It touched her that his priority was his parents, when most twenty-year-olds would think about having fun.

“As they approached the car, they noticed a stranger glancing out the window and then disappearing. The two increased their speed and ripped open the door. His wife screamed from the passenger side and dove for the petticoats in the floorboard. Elvis fell onto the dirt parking lot, struggling to zip up. The trucker reached down with huge, burly arms and grabbed the skinny frame, shaking the stuffing out of it and driving in a couple of well-placed right hooks. “ ‘Not my face, not my face!’ the singer yelled, covering the aforementioned location. ‘I’ve gotta go back and play.’ The truck driver got in a few more gut busters, then let his quarry flee back to the club.”

Then one reporter asked Elvis if he planned to marry. “Why buy a cow when you can milk it through the fence?” he said, a comment that would be picked up by the national press and spark outrage, even as it was toned down

Then he took the chance, seeing they were so absorbed. He started shooting, keeping his distance at first, and then moved closer, closer, and closer still, until he was up on the railing of the stairway. He snapped a shot from above, looking down just as Elvis nuzzled the girl’s cheek, his arms spread wide, one above her against the wall, the other anchoring him on the railing. It was so sensual, and their bodies so eager, that if the photo were rotated, it would seem as if the two were in bed. The photographer scarcely breathed. He asked to pass them (“May I get by?”) but they were so focused they didn’t even care. Al pivoted so that the window was behind him, illuminating his subjects with front-end sunlight and fill lighting from the dangling bulb. “Betcha can’t kiss me, Elvis,” the girl said, sticking out her tongue. “Betcha I can,” he teased back. And then he made his move, sticking out his own tongue until the two were pressed together, tongues and noses, his waist pushing up against hers. By now, the girl was leaning back on the stair rail, and anything could happen. Al snapped the shutter, capturing the famous image, a distillation of the rock-and-roll road show, and Elvis at his uninhibited best. The whole thing took a tenth of a second, and then all Al heard was, “We want Elvis! We want Elvis!” A minute later, Elvis sprinted onstage to give four thousand people, mostly women and girls, the performance they had paid to see.