PLOTS IN PROGRESS — Hurricane Drunk, a Twisters Story. (Feat. Leah Berman)
“I do exist, don’t I? It often feels as if I am not here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the Earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. A strong gust of wind could dislodge me completely, and I’d lift off and blow away, like one of those seeds in a dandelion clock.
Any other Elvis and wife/girlfriend sagas in the works in the same vein as Elaine and Gigi?
Mm why yes, yes there are. Who knows if I’ll get to them but I’d love to share. I’m still chipping away at the Regency Au, I bet I’ll keep spitting things out for it at random. But then there’s working title: Honeysuckle. Which sort of came out of people requesting more in the tome of Honeymoon. I’ve nothing written for it yet except a plot pitch I shared with a couple dear friends, I’m going to include it below for anyone interested. Maybe y’all will have additional suggestions, I’d welcome them. Xoxo
Honeysuckle Plot 🎀
I once had a whole Governor’s Daughter plot but then the more I read about her (the real gal Ann) the more I thought it was sweet they just had a kissy friendship, both being well aware they were headed in opposite trajectories. They parted ways and remained in contact, we need more of those represented so I’m not going to meddle and make it steamy...
BUT THEN
I had a notion and I do need more scheming on it but -what about her little sister, ok?
See, the Governor's daughter -the little sister-, she’s adorable and very young and a buttercup when Elvis comes home in 1960. She has posters of him in her mansion room, squeezes his hand too tight when he goes through the endless greeting of shaking hands and is a giggly mess when she spies on him kissing Ann while Ann shows him the mansion. Altogether her girlish crush is cute as can be, because he’s sweet as pie to her and he looks like Prince Charming and he becomes friends with the family and laaa deee daaa…
Life goes on. A few years later he even comes to her sweet sixteenth when she writes him a detailed letter making a case and citing how he said (teased more like) that he would marry her just for her custard, the least he could do is come to her birthday party. And so he comes and again, it’s cute.
Now it’s not entirely unusual for him to stay with the Governor and his family when he’s recording in Nashville and one year Ann gets engaged and he comes to that party and perhaps there’s a bit of moment, and eying up of his little friend as she stands with her fruit punch and passes her bridal sister gifts- “lordy, buttercup, you’re fillin’ out nicely” he complaints in a bit of daze.
“Elvis, you know I’ve turned sixteen!” she’s a bit outraged he didn’t notice how grown she’s become, he watched her blow out that candles!
And yet, it remains all cute.
BUT THEN
one night he stays with them when she’s seventeen and she thinks nothing of it, letting him into her room along with a couple other of the old hooligan set, gardeners kids and the maid’s daughter and a few other younguns, because they’re gonna do what they’ve been doing since the first night he stayed with them once all the adults go to bed.
PILLOW FIGHTS!
except this one, oh it’s fun as can be but when 3:00 am strikes they all reckon they should probably go to sleep, so the kids sneak out her window and Elvis sneaks out her door to go to his room down the hall.
but alas!
somebody sees him, and my, my, ain’t that front page news the day after?!
And her daddy calls Elvis into his office furious, i mean, ‘what’s he thinking sneaking into his young daughters room in the middle of the night?’
I’m imagining Elvis trying to explain to her father and Governer’s all “yeah, sure, of course it was a pillow fight uhuh.” 🙄 “Mr Presley, you’ve already taken my hospitality for granted, don’t take me for a fool, too”
Governor had figured between that and the way Elvis had maintained good friendship and been a gentleman with the older sister. that the reports on him where exaggerated -but this!
I’m sorta imagining him calling Buttercup into his office too, partway through this, the Sweet Little Thing swears up and down it was just a pillow fight and even hikes up her skirt to show a bruise, assures her daddy it’s not so bad, she walloped Elvis real hard on his belly right back, “-won’t you show him, E?”
Which is… painfully innocent and also exposes Elvis as being a bit of uh…well…she’s comfy enough to hike her skirt up and demand to see his belly. What a mess.
But like, she’s from the debutante world, she’s seventeen, it’s prime time to be out and meeting boys and snagging s marriage and Elvis has gone and ruined it.
I think chiefly what I love about this possible Au is that it gives Elvis a chance to be impulsively chivalrous as he often was, — he offers to marry her.
And then it allows him to be regretful and lazy, which he also was, and postpone the thing indefinitely. Boarding school and model school and all sorts of engagements he visits her at, keeping up appearance and allowing himself the occasional slip of composure, she’s lovely after all. And likes him so very much. He just knows marrying would be the worst thing imaginable. It would, he’s not suited.
But it’s idiotic leaving a beautiful gem like that in the wild, she should be secure round his finger and chained to his side but he doesn’t see it, not when he’s so busy with his movies and such. Not until she’s in the papers again with a flock of fellas around her, not acting particularly engaged. It makes Elvis’ engaged blood boil. He visits her after that, be sure of it. He even hauls her to Paris and angrily demands a dress be chosen and tailored by the end of the week. By the wedding.
Well, anyway it’s all sorta leading up to what was in Honeymoon. Maybe not exactly the same universe but the whole concept and dynamic. Maybe he gets into diplomacy thanks to her father? I never have endings for my stories, only ever beginnings. Anyways. Innocence kink abounds here, lol. Except for the pillow fights, those are legit just fun.
I feel like I’m living in a teen horror movie. Why’s that? C’mon, Peter, can’t you see it? Dumb teenage girl goes digging into her older sister’s death? Done. Teenage girl almost dies in the process? Done. Teenage girl refuses to acknowledge the whole problem? Done. Teenage girl finds answers and wishes she didn’t? Well, maybe that’s just me. I don’t know. It’s all too crazy to even talk about. Who would ever believe me, anyway? I believe you. That’s only because you were there. Yeah, I was. I’m not going anywhere, though...Unless you say so -- Peter, relax. I don’t want you to go. OK. OK.
plots in progress: shreya batra + natalya novikov, featured in blood and ash
Summoner. Before her Grisha exam, Shreya Batra had never felt like she truly belonged anywhere. In the world of otkazat’sya, she had been nothing at all, just another mouth for the orphanage to feed. But in the world of Grisha, her world, she was something special. An Inferni, a gifted student, a prodigy warrior. A favorite of the Darkling, slowly beginning to work her up into the ranks of his most prized soldiers. She had power, she had purpose, she was no longer the defenseless little girl she had once been. The Darkling made certain of that and for that, she was grateful, loyal to the Second Army of Ravka, ready to do whatever was needed to ensure the future of her people.
Soldier. Getting drafted into the First Army was a death sentence, Natalya Novikov knew that. Most would argue that being put into a unit of trackers was better than being an outright soldier, but the military issue weapon she’d been given on her first day said otherwise. Regardless of her position, she was still property of the Ravkan monarchy, property of an army that had to drag her in. The First Army was Ravka’s first line of defense against threats to their sovereignty and if the situation arose, Natalya knew she’d be expected to be a god little soldier and die for a country that cared all too little.
Shreya Batra. Natalya Novikov. Two girls who, despite all differences, had led lives that would presumably finish with the same ending: dying for their country. Ravka was war-torn, weakened, filled with destruction. A stage set for a finale that should have been nothing but bloodshed. Two girls, both underestimated. Both raised like lambs for slaughter, trained to be the perfect soldiers for Ravka’s two armies, for a war that was never meant to be their burden to bear. But the thing about stories is that they always have the power to change and this one changed with the discovery of the Sun Summoner. It was that burst of light in the Shadow Fold that set a new path into motion, one that could have the potential to destroy Ravka more than ever before but one that also offered a semblance of hope.
Summoner. Soldier. Survivors.
They would not allow themselves to become casualties of this war.
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plots in progress: theresa ramsford, featured in spirit & bone
Theresa Ramsford knew what it meant to be a lady. She knew how to hold herself with poise and elegance. She knew when to curtsy, when to hold her head high, when to plaster a smile on her face even if she did not want to. She knew the dances, knew the etiquette, and she most definitely knew all the ins and outs of the societal season in London.
Theresa had been training to be put on display like a prized horse for years, although her entry into the social season alongside other marriage minded, eligible ladies was a bit later than intended. At twenty-one, the year meant to be her grand debut, her elder brother died in an accident, sending the Ramsford family into mourning for months. At twenty-two, she and her mother had fallen terribly ill. Theresa, young as she was, recovered quickly, but her mother not so much. The rest of that social season was spent tending to her mama, making sure the matriarch of the Ramsford line lived to see another day.
And now, at twenty-three and two years late, yet another social season loomed over London as debutantes and familiar faces get together to do the whole charade all over again. This year was different. This year, in addition to the debut of the mysterious Lady Whistledown, was the year that nothing was barring Theresa from being the lady she was trained to be. It should’ve been easy. She knew how to be demure, she knew how to be graceful, she knew how to be coy and catch a suitable man’s eye. Theresa Ramsford knew what it meant to be a lady.
What Theresa did not know, however, was how to go about looking for a husband when for years she had been in love with a man who had never done so much as spare her the time of day, let alone grant her the affection that she craved.
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plots in progress: lenora carlisle, featured in lionheart
By all accounts, the universe was uncharacteristically cruel. Years of history showed that it did nothing but inflict pain and hardship. That it did nothing but take and take and take. People like Lenora Carlisle knew that better than anyone — after all, her own biological parents had become a casualty of the First Wizarding War before she could even comprehend the world around her. The two people who loved her more than anything, the two people who were meant to hold her hand and show her the world became nothing but names on a long list, two headstones in an overfilled graveyard.
But people like Lenora Carlisle were also special. They proved that life would always find a way. She was a lucky one, little Nora, getting adopted by two loving mothers before she could even blink. Lucky in the fact that she had people to show her love and compassion. To show her the true magic of the world, beyond just spell books and wands. Lucky in that she had close family friends who treated her like one of their own and that she had people who look out for her. She was proof that life would find a way.
And she was proof that, no matter what the odds, people like her wouldn't back down. Whether it was the reappearance of the Dark Lord, mysterious and deadly games, prophecies of old, nasty teachers, or her loved ones in danger. Lenora Carlisle had suffered before she had even known what the word meant and it had toughened her, it had given her the courage to make sure what happened to her couldn't possibly happen to another.
So go on, world, give her your best shot. But do not be surprised when the lionheart bears her teeth and claws and does not let you go quietly.
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Weird in the way that mere seconds seemed to be capable of shifting entire lives, while leaving others behind. Seventeen years prior, destiny had arrived at Avatar Korra’s doorstep, the cycle beginning anew with her birth. But for her twin sister, Kalla, born only minutes apart, destiny had skipped over her. Her sister was the Avatar, fated to be the master of all elements and the bridge between worlds and she was just ... Kalla.
At the same time, destiny had struck Kalla forcefully, a path stretched out for her without warning. Born together, Kalla and Korra were tied in more ways than one, lives knotted together so tightly into an unbreakable bond. While her sister was the Avatar, Kalla’s sole purpose had turned into being her right hand woman. Her closest confidant, her trusted battle partner, her best friend, her sister.
At times, it was exhausting. Firstly, there was the fact that she was a talented waterbender in her own right, but was constantly overshadowed and overlooked for her wondrous sister. And then there was the fact that, based on centuries of accounts, Korra would always be in harm’s way. The world needed Korra and as her sister, Kalla had silently pledged herself to always protect her. Being the sister to the Avatar was a full time, dangerous role, but it was one that Kalla fell into without question.
Because when it came to destiny, Kalla’s was so intertwined with her sister’s that she wasn’t really sure where her life ended and Korra’s began. Republic City, in a way, was like a tidal wave. It crashed into them fully, recklessly, without abandon. The city held a freedom that neither sister had ever had back at the Southern Water Tribe compound, but it also held something special for Kalla. A life still entangled with her sister, yes, but a chance to discover what her own path was meant to be.
Destiny had been thrust upon her, tightly tied to her sister, but like she said, destiny had a weird way of working.
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