#percilla

[ravenclawboyy]

— Another Priscilla ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ 📓

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- ✧ Elvis Presley sat in his dressing room, the faint hum of the crowd outside still echoing in his ears. The show was over but the adrenaline still buzzed through him. He leaned back in his chair looking at his reflection in the mirror. The King of Rock 'n' Roll, they called him. But tonight he felt more like a man adrift.It had been years since Priscilla. Years since she had left a mark on his heart that he couldn't shake no matter how many crowds he performed for no matter how many adoring fans screamed his name. Sometimes he’d close his eyes and see her again—the young, innocent girl who had captivated him with those wide eyes full of wonder. She’d been so young, so pure and yet so mature for her age. There had been something unexplainable about her.

As he sat there, lost in thought the door to the dressing room creaked open. His manager Colonel Parker, poked his head in. "Elvis, there’s someone here who’d like to meet you," he said with a grin. Before Elvis could reply a girl walked in—barely more than a teenager. She had a quiet shyness about her, and when she looked up, her eyes sparkled with an innocence that hit Elvis like a freight train. His heart skipped a beat. She reminded him of Priscilla—the way she carried herself the way her dark hair framed her delicate face. “Hi,” she said softly, barely audible over the noise from the hallway. Elvis swallowed, standing up. “Hi there, darlin’. What’s your name?”

“A/N,” she replied, her voice trembling just slightly. Something stirred in him. As they spoke, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the first time he’d met Priscilla. There was something about A/N’s gaze the way she looked at him like he was something extraordinary, something out of reach. It was how Priscilla had looked at him all those years ago, with that same blend of awe and curiosity.Elvis found himself wanting to protect her, wanting to be the man she saw in him. Yet at the same time he felt a pang of guilt deep in his chest. She was young—too young, just like Priscilla had been. He knew where this road could lead the complications, the heartbreak. But he couldn't help the pull he felt toward her as if fate was repeating itself.They talked for what felt like hours, the noise of the world outside fading away. She was sweet innocent but had an old soul, just like Priscilla. Elvis found himself telling her stories, ones he hadn’t shared in a long time about his early days, about his music about the price of fame.

As the conversation flowed his mind drifted. Sometimes, in the dim light of the dressing room, he swore he saw Priscilla’s face instead of A/N’s. He shook his head trying to clear the memories that flooded his mind. It wasn’t fair—not to A/N not to him. But the past had a way of haunting him, no matter how far he tried to run from it.A/N left that night and Elvis found himself staring at the door long after it had closed behind her. He knew he had to be careful to keep the boundaries clear. But he also knew deep down, that he couldn’t help but be drawn to the innocence she radiated, just like Priscilla had once done. In the days that followed, they saw each other again at concerts backstage, at quiet dinners in his suite. The more they talked the more Elvis realized that A/N wasn’t Priscilla. She was her own person with her own dreams and desires. But sometimes, late at night when the world was quiet, he would catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye and for a fleeting second he would swear it was Priscilla standing there looking at him with those wide, wondering eyes.

And that’s when he realized—he wasn’t just chasing after A/N. He was chasing after a ghost. A memory of a love that had never quite left him.

But could he let go of the past to truly see A/N for who she was? Or was he forever bound to the shadow of Priscilla, the girl who had stolen his heart all those years ago?

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[ablecable333]

@11queensupreme11

I’m thinking about writing a couple one shots inspired by Arsenic Blues. I am asking for permission and telling you about what the oneshots would look like.

Percilla becoming a goddess(Goddess of ice/other liquids and ruler of the Arctic Ocean/it animals and inhabitants) against her will. Then getting baby trapped.

Percilla fighting in Ragnorak in a team style (Like five gods and five humans)

Percilla running away and joining the Amazon warriors or sum like that

Percilla getting trapped in a castle by all five yanderes who SA and baby trap her over time until her mind breaks and she /deletes herself

(Btw I’m the commentor who made the list of most likely to least likely scenarios for our dearest Percilla, where you left me in wonder😭😭😭 but I still think one of my guesses in that comment is right)

[kikity1414]

Beach Percilla. 🏖✨

[k8s-bush]

Small d&d doodles from the last sesh. Things fall apart in a spa town

[cosmicsynthetics]

Just a drawing of a certain Overseer, his lusus, and his MONSTROUS PET.

[kikity1414]

Been thinking about fashion and my OCs. Saburith's a preppy 80s pretty boy, and Percilla's definitely a BAMF biker chick.

[ehatcher421]

It’s a car lot around here... lmbo #Percilla #NightRider #WhiteChocolate #clean #ThatWasAlotOfWork https://www.instagram.com/p/B2On39Ehhr_/?igshid=10x1efmtvcm4f

[cosmicsynthetics]

Since @altamaranempire has done a lot of work on the cat-earwig family of lusi that the Satsan line usually ends up with, I wanted to post up some of my own thoughts on Malkul’s lusus Percilla and her relatives - the Chinautilida group, colloquially known as Trawler Rats! Their common name comes from their rodent-like appearance and proneness to being caught up in nets by their tentacles by commercial fishing rigs on Alternia. Luckily, they’re amphibious and won’t suffocate if caught, but they often loose most of their mature tentacles in their attempts to escape. Trawler Rats are fairly uncommon as far as lusi go, covering a slim section of the hemospectrum between Purple and Violet. Though their borderline planktonic young are common, they are considered a tasty food source for other deep-sea creatures, thus they have a very high infant mortality rate. Those that live long enough to become sub-adults and reach the shoreline are what most Trolls are used to seeing. During this point in their lives, sub-adults stick close to the shore and prefer coastal environments where they feed on seaweed, small fish, mollusks, dead sealife, and weakened or fallen shorebirds using their formidable beaks. Eventually, when their urge to breed kicks in during prolonged warm weather and they’re not occupied with raising a troll, they will leave the shore for deeper waters to find a mate. Very little is known about their mating habits or where they spawn, if they spawn at all. Afterwards, they return to the coast and either continue living wild or select another troll. After either hundreds of sweeps or many trolls have come and gone, the Trawler Rat will leave the shoreline and permanently move to the open ocean. These lusi are extremely long lived and most don’t manage to survive till they reach true adulthood, so very few have documented what they look like at this stage. Only anecdotal reports exist, and most seem to suggest a dramatic increase in size, a tangle of dangerous tentacles fastened tight to the bottom of the sea, or a radial mass drifting soundlessly through the water with sharp points dangling from the underside. Components equivalent to Earth life: Chinchillidae Family x Nautilida Order Figure A -  A Nautilla (approx. Chinchilla x Nautilus). They’re the best suited of the group to raise trolls, although they’re much less commonly seen than the more commonly sighted Nauscacha. Their apparent rarity is partly because they tend to parent trolls who are Purple/Violet cusps or tow the line. Their tentacles are very simple in structure, but while they’re not very specialized, they can be dropped and regrown easily which aids in their survival. Figure B -  A Nauscacha  (approx. Viscacha x Nautilus). These are, by far, the most common variety of this group. Nauscacha tentacles have simple grasping pads at the end which help them to grab onto food and manipulate objects. Decently hardy and quite active and mobile on land as well as in the water, they usually parent Purple bloods and very rarely Blue bloods. Figure C - An Acanthible. Based off of extinct representitives of the Chinchillidae and Nautilida families, this variety rarely picks trolls to parent and usually remains wild. By the time it reaches full maturity, it’s usually much too large and dangerous to realistically leave the water and raise a child. When they do select a young troll, they’ll almost always do so at their sub-adult stage as shown above and will only select seadwellers. Their tentacles are covered in vicious barbs, which they use to stick to and impale their prey so they can’t escape. Their shell is unique among the Chinautilida in that its shell grows spines that lengthen with age.