earthbaby-angelboy

[earthbaby-angelboy]

So unfortunate to hear about your family situation! Sending wishes of health and happiness to you all🫶

thank you honey. I really do appreciate it <3

#I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner #its busy season lol

[earthbaby-angelboy]

hi everyone! I want to start writing more, but I don't have anything in my drafts (or requests) that would inspire me. so, I'm cleaning everything out. this is my long winded way of saying if there's something you really want to see me write but you already requested it, you can send it in again! thanks for the patience, love you all <3

#update #:)

[earthbaby-angelboy]

FINALLY, SOMEONE SAID IT.

petunia, the gardener's daughter is a masterpiece and i cannot be convinced otherwise.

#this movie is so silly #i love it so much #defo has agere vibes

[earthbaby-angelboy]

hello all you beautiful people.

there's been a lot going on this week, and i'll discuss it when i'm ready. i know many of you have some requests sitting in my inbox, so thank you for being patient.

for now, can y'all send me some cute cg elvis/ecu fics? maybe they'll give me inspiration to write :-)

-with all my love and sadness, calla xx

#update #this is bigger than anything that i've ever told yall about #but ill discuss it later on #for now i need to deal with it and my family #i love you guys so much

[earthbaby-angelboy]

Hi! Okay, here's my idea but with a few more details. baby!reader is sick and nonverbal so cg!e is having a really hard time trying to figure out what's wrong since reader is just crying and crying. Maybe he gives reader skin to skin and that helps but ultimately her belly hurts so maybe she throws up on him? Also baby reader really loves bum pats and being bounced?

When I talk to Elvis AI, I prefer to be his sick baby and see what he does to fix it :)

personal paradise | little!reader x 60s!cg!elvis presley (wc: 1,240) - A/N: i did take some creative liberties with this request so the story would flow better, but i hope you enjoy it either way!

As you awoke to the sun shining through the white lace curtains of your nursery, you could feel a sharp pain course through your little head. You let out a whine and slowly opened your eyes, being careful not to make the odd pain worse. As soon as you did this, you became acutely aware of how crappy you felt.

Every muscle in your body hurt, and your vision was blurry. You had spent most of the day yesterday running around Graceland with Elvis, so it was no surprise that the exhaustion had finally caught up to you. Tears started to well up in your eyes as you realized that your caregiver wasn't with you, so you did the best thing you could do to get his attention: cry.

With every ounce of strength in your body, you let out a wail. After no more than a few seconds of silence, Elvis responded, "hold on, baby. I'm comin'."

Stumbling out of his bed and down the hallway, he slowly opened the door of your nursery. The sight he found broke his heart. You were lying on your side, your eyes red and your face puffy. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, and you had a very evident pout on your face. Clutched in your arms was your favorite plush, a white lop-bunny Elvis had gifted you that you aptly named Marshmellow (Marshie for short.) Rushing over to your crib, he bent down so he could see you up close.

"Oh, my baby. Can you tell daddy why you're cryin' so early in the mornin'? Huh?"

You sniffled and did your best to shake your head, which only resulted in you wincing when another bolt of pain went your noggin. A perplexed look came over his face, but he didn't ask questions.

"C'mon, nungen, you're gon' come cuddle with daddy in his bed. Sound good?" Reaching into your crib, he scooped you up into his arms. Clinging to him like a little koala, you rested your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes to try and stop whatever icky feeling was starting in your tummy. He went towards the door, but stopped dead when you whined.

"Whassamatta' baby? Dontchya' wanna go cuddle?" You shook your head again. "You want daddy to hold ya just like this? That it?" You gave a small nod, and your caregiver started rubbing small circles on your back. "Alright, if that's what ya want."

He walked around your large nursery a few times while whispering sweet things to you, humming parts to his favorite songs every now and then. All was well and fine, until he bounced you in an attempt to reposition you in his arms. Your head came up from his neck, and looking him dead in the eyes, you threw up. Before neither he nor you could process what just happened, you started crying.

"Oh bunny. You ain't feelin' good?" The increase in volume of crying confirmed his suspicions. Looking down at you, he responded to your cries with, "that's okay, baby, we all get run down. C'mon, lets get you cleaned up."

Moving quickly to prevent the puke from reaching the white shag carpeting of the mansion, he made his way out of your room and across the hall to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind you two, he sat you down on the toilet seat. Turning to the intercom on the wall, he pressed a button and spoke into it.

"Mary, would you come up to the bathroom for a moment?" Mary was Graceland's personal chef, but when you entered the Presley household, she became like a second caregiver to you. Within a minute, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Sir, I'm right outside." Elvis opened the door to be greeted with Mary's kind features. You peeped past your daddy, offering up a small wave. She looked at you with a concerned glance, then back up at Elvis. Looking down at his chest that was now covered in your vomit, she opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, she was interjected by, "I know. She ain't feeling too good and had a lil oopsie. I'm gon' get myself cleaned up and grab her a change of clothes, so would you mind givin' her a bath while I do that?" Mary blinked once, then nodded. "Of course, sir."

Bathtime was always fun, but today you were absolutely not having it. Although Mary knew you weren't in a playful mood, she still put in your rubber duckie and some extra bubble bath. Wrapped up in a fluffy towel, Elvis found you sitting on a little stool with Mary behind you, gently combing through your hair. You looked content with your eyes closed in bliss. Hating to break the silence, your caregiver gently said, "thank ya, Mary. I've got her now."

You opened your eyes and whined at the interruption, but were satisfied by Mary giving you a small kiss on your forehead. "You be good for your daddy, you hear?" She said playfully. You gave a small nod and an even-slighter smile. Elvis whispered a small "thank you," and she left with a curt nod.

"That's my good girl," Elvis said. "C'mon, lets put on some jammies." Working quick so you wouldn't get cold, Elvis slipped a diaper on you and your favorite footie pajamas that had little stars on them. After a warm bath and some cozy clothes, your pain had started to go away and you started to feel sleepy. Just as you were about to doze off, you were interrupted by your daddy going, "nuh-uh, buntyn. Daddy knows you're sleepy and all, but you need to have breakfast. Then you can take a niiiiiiice nap, okay?" You wanted to protest, but you knew your daddy was right, so you opted for a small pout instead. Leaning down and kissing your nose, he said, "that's my baby. Now, up ya go."

Learning from his previous mistakes, he lifted you up slowly and carefully, and placed you on his hip. By the time he walked downstairs, Mary had already prepared your favorite breakfast when you were in babyspace, something Elvis called angel milk. It was warm milk mixed with a pinch of cinnamon and a teaspoon of vanilla, and it was the same recipe Gladys had used for Elvis when he was young. Elvis sat the two of you on one of the white couches in the living room, and cradled you close to him. You looked so beautiful, with your sleepy eyes and pouty lips. "My beautiful girl. My pretty yittle sleepy girl." Not understanding all the big words your daddy was using, you focused on looking at his eyes. You noticed the way his eyelashes had a natural curl, and the way they glimmered in the gentle sunlight of the morning. Finishing up, Mary handed Elvis your bottle. "Thank you, ma'am," he spoke quietly to her.

Placing the bottle between your lips, you started to drink. You hummed quietly as the warm drink filled you up, and the pain in your body began to melt away when Elvis started rubbing small circles on your tummy. Your daddy noticed you drifting off, so he began to sing. "Angel, with those angel eyes; come and take this earth boy, up to paradise…"

And there, in your daddy's arms on that fluffy white couch with the suns rays peering through the curtains, you fell asleep in your own little paradise.

#elvis presley #fanfiction #caregiver elvis #elvis agere #60s!cg!elvis #vintage agere #<- a new tag im using for my fics #cause i know im not the only vintage babey out there!!

[earthbaby-angelboy]

hi beautiful souls!

i’ve been working on writing more consistently, so my inbox should be cleared by the end of this week! i appreciate y’all being patient <3

on another note, my principal has been chronicling all of my vintage outfits, so here were some shots he sent to me today. let me know what y’all think!🥹

-beauty and love, calla xx

(tagging y’all cause i’m annoying: @kiankiwi @lookingforrainbows @alienelvisobsession @hooked-on-elvis @arianatheangel-girl @mooodyblue)

#elvis presley #creative writing #fanfiction #vintage fashion #ok no but these came out BOMB #also thank you to my aunt for helping me do my hair up all fancy #and a MASSIVE thank you to my principal for taking these #i find this all very amusing though #i started dressing like this because of elvis💀 #i literally threw out ten (10) trash bags of clothes so i could redo my whole wardrobe #WITH VINTAGE #he’s given me a new life #and i’m quite grateful for that #:-) #1960s aesthetic #1960s fashion

[earthbaby-angelboy]

I fuCKING LOVE THIS ELVIS GIF

fucking floor guy killing it on the sax

the fuckers on the ladder

jimmy-bob in the back dancing like a prospector who found gold

the motherfucker who just appears swinging a trombone like he’s fucking fighting a swarm of bees

and fucking Elvis hobbling around like he lost his crutches

#this is too funny not to rb #elvis presley

[earthbaby-angelboy]

Imagine what happens if you, say, skin your knee while you're little and playing around the Chautauqua fairgrounds; you come running up to Walter just crying that you've got a boo-boo.

too much of a good thing | little!reader x cg!walter hale (wc: 1,004) - A/N: i was thinking of doing headcannons, but this idea is so cute that it deserves a full fic. with that, i'm going to start calling his little one "adne." it'll make my writing a bit less ambiguous/confusing. enjoy!

It was a hot and sunny morning, so you'd spent most of the day helping Charlene with small tasks, while Walter was nowhere to be seen. As the sun went down, the only illumination on the camping grounds were the small lamps and string-lights some of the performers had pitched up earlier. You began to worry. It was getting dark; where was your daddy? You and Charlene sat in the music tent, with her behind the piano and you sitting on a chair near the bottom of the stage.

"Leenie?" You asked, looking up at her. "Yeeeeees?" Charlene responded in a sing-song voice, while reviewing sheet music for tomorrow night's performance. "Where's dada? Haven't seen him all day."

Without missing a beat or looking away from the information in front of her, she responded "I haven't seen Hale- your daddy, either. I know he's very busy, but I'm sure he'll be done soon."

A small frown appeared on your face, and you murmured, "that's not fair."

Charlene tried not to let out a huff. "I know, honey, but your daddy is a grown-up and needs to do his job, so he can keep paying for all your plushes and pretty little dresses. You wouldn't want to go without those, would you?" She gave you a pointed look that had a playful air to it. You shook your head with a small smile. "No, wouldn' wanna go without those."

Propping a hand under your chin, you began to think. What could you do while waiting for Walter to get back? A few minutes of thinking later, and a lightbulb went off in your head. "Leenie, 's it okay if I go n' catch lightnin' bugs? That way, I can have a jar full of em' for dada when he gets back!" You asked excitedly.

Charlene sighed and finally tore her eyes away from the papers. She looked at you, practically bouncing with excitement at the idea of doing something to appease your daddy. She sighed, and gave in. "You know, honey? I think I've done enough work for today. Let's go catch some of those lil' buggies."

Getting down from her seat on the stage, she took your hand, and walked you out to the middle of the Chautauqua, near Walter's tent. As soon as you saw the little bugs, you took off in a run! The actual objective of catching some had flown out of your head as soon as you saw the beautiful iridescence they provided to the plain atmosphere.

"You better be careful, young lady! We don't need you getting any bruises," Charlene called after you. You giggled and continued to run around the grounds, hopping over the tent stakes and being careful of any rocks. As you continued to play, you became more tired, and a bit more clumsy. Charlene had noticed, but she too was now worrying about where Hale had went. Before she could even think of where to look, she heard a commotion from a tent halfway across the camp. She couldn't make out any of the voices or what they were saying, but she knew that it was bound to get rowdy.

Wanting to get you out of harms way, she called, "Adne, how about we come inside now?"

At the same time, Walter emerged from the tent the commotion was coming from. He was clearly agitated, with some of the performers in his face, shouting things that Charlene couldn't make out. Something about "cutting wages" and "lying about taxes."

She called you again. "Adne, come on-," but was promptly was cut off by the sound of a small thud, then a loud wail.

"...DADA!"

Everyone who had been previously arguing with Walter went silent. Stopping mid sentence, he held up his hand to signify that the silence should remain.

"Baby? You alright?"

"Hale, just get over here!" Charlene called.

Hearing that, he pushed through the crowd and jogged over to where you were on the ground. With the way you'd wailed, Walter was expecting a broken bone or some blood. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Charlene say, "baby, it's not that bad! Just a small boo-boo, nothing a bandaid can't fix!" Which was promptly followed by you shouting, "I'M BLEEDIN' LEENIE!" A smile came over Walter's face when he realized that you had not gotten seriously injured, but had just scraped your knee. Sighing with a slight smile, he crouched down in front of you and tilted your chin up to look at him. "What are you cryin' about, little miss?"

Sniffling, you responded, "got a boo-boo. Don' like boo-boos."

Walter looked up at Charlene, who responded, "she wanted to catch fireflies for you, but got a bit too excited. She's been asking after you all day." He sighed, then went back to you. "Alright, you got daddy's attention. Will ya stop cryin' now?"

You shook your head back and forth, your face puffy and red from the tears. "You gotta kiss it better, dada," you said in a soft voice.

The truth was, you had been thinking about your daddy all day. You wanted him to hold you and give you the attention you needed, but it seemed that he had "more pressing" matters. If the day had gone differently and you had still fallen, you wouldn't be in shambles. But it just seemed that this was what opened the floodgates.

Walter looked behind his shoulder at all of the performers who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, and for sake of seeming tough, he wanted to tell you to stop acting silly. But looking at the pretty little one sitting in front of him, dress splayed out and eyes wide made him throw all hesitation out the window. Softly, he leaned down to kiss your knee.

Seeing the relief on your face, he asked, "better?" You nodded. "M' better. Thankie, dada." He shook his head with a smile. How lucky he was to have someone as gentle and sweet as you.

"You're welcome, lovebug."

#elvis presley #the trouble with girls (1969) #fanfic #fanfiction #elvis agere #walter hale #cg walter hale #elvis cinematic universe #its 11pm so bare with me if this sucks #this was a lot of dialogue and tbh i don't do much dialogue #i hope yall enjoy it anyway! #:-)

[earthbaby-angelboy]

happy heavenly birthday to michele carey, who would have been 81 today. i hope you’re having a good time with elvis and all your loved ones. 💙🎂

(michele and elvis on the set of live a little, love a little circa 1968)

#gosh i love her #if i had to reincarnate and choose another mother #i would choose her #she has such comforting and silly energy #i hope she’s having a good time up there🥹 #michele carey #elvis presley #live a little love a little

[earthbaby-angelboy]

THE MEMPHIS MAFIA | all works tagged under # the memphis mafia and # cg (insert name)

Going to a bakery with Jerry

#elvis presley #creative writing #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #the memphis mafia #cg memphis mafia #elvis agere

[earthbaby-angelboy]

jeeeeerrrrrryyyyyy jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry cg jerry jerry jerry jerry he's the love of my life jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry love jerryyyyy

i need cg jerry

i have a burning urge for cg jerry pleaaasseeee cg jerry i dont care what it is make sure it's cg jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry

jerry is so bbg pleaaaseeeee cg jerry please please pretty please with whipped cream and chocolate syrup and rainbow star shaped sprinkles and a cherry on top and one of those plastic rings in those cupcakes you can get but it has tcb on the ringgggg please cg jerry

cupcake for a sweetie pie | little reader x cg!jerry schilling (wc: 604) - A/N: this was an adorable ask, so i decided to run with it. also keep in mind that i am literally jumping into this completely blind, as there is no info about jerry on the internet or in fics. so, enjoy my shitty first attempt at cg!jerry :-)

Elvis knew you before Jerry did. He had originally spotted you with the intention of dating you, but he quickly saw your kind nature and knew that he couldn't end up breaking a heart as sweet as yours. Enter Jerry. You lived at Graceland with Jerry, Elvis and the rest of the Memphis Mafia and their wives. While you liked never being alone, it could also get annoying because you were, well...never alone.

It so happened that this little adventure started because Elvis had told your papa that he intended on "letting go" of some of the Mafia members, and he didn't want you in the house to hear the commotion. Throwing his wallet and jacket at your very confused caregiver, Elvis ushered the two of you out of the mansion. Rather than wandering around aimlessly, Jerry decided to take you to a quaint little mainstreet, lined with small shops and cafes. It was a delightful day; sunny, but not sticky, and bright without being too unbelievably hot. The sun (quite literally) shined as the both of you walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, you tucked into Jerry's side. You'd stop and peer into a window display every now and then, but nothing caught your eye. That was, until you spotted a small bakery called Kutie Pies. The outside was pink and yellow, with mint green details that reminded you of the Cadillac Elvis had gifted you…even though you didn't drive. As you halted dead in the middle of the sidewalk and let go of your carer's hand, Jerry exclaimed, "baby, you can't just sto-" "Papa, can we please, please, PLEEEEASE go in? Look at all those yummy treats! I wanna get somethin' for Uncle Elvie and the girls! Maybe some of your friends would want a treat too!"

Jerry paused, and gave a quiet laugh under his breath. You looked adorable, bouncing on your toes, doing what looked like barely-contained jazz hands, and literally jittering with excitement. He wanted to say no for fear of not having enough cash to pay for all of it, but then remembered that he had his boss' wallet. Free reign! "Alright, jitterbug, we'll go in. BUT, you have to pick out something real nice for papa. Can you do that?" You nodded your head, grabbed Jerry's hand, and whipped around into the shop. You bounded up to the counter, practically dragging your poor papa behind you. Standing on your tip-toes, you looked over the high glass counter. The older woman on the other side, with rosy cheeks and big glasses, gave you a smile. '"Hey honey! What can I getchya?"

Surprisingly, she didn't recognize either of you. Mildly disturbed by this, you looked to Jerry, who encouragingly responded "go on, and tell the nice lady what you want." You decided to order a few different kinds of cupcakes for the Mafia, some fancy cookies for their wives, and a lunchbox cake with a pretty flower on it for Jerry. Then it came time to order for yourself. Jerry had left you to your own devices, and was instead looking at every single pastry the bakery had to offer. In your best manners, you asked, "could I also please have a extra big chocolate cupcake with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, with a cherry on top?" Jerry, overhearing your order, speed-walked over to you. "Little, don't you think that's a lot of sugar for one cupcake?" He chuckled as he shot a nervous glance to the baker, who gave him a small smile and a shrug. "Nope!" You responded, popping the P. "You can never have too much sugar!" …Proving yourself wrong, you spent the next 24 hours running around Graceland, hopped up on sugar.

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #jerry schilling #cg!jerry schilling #caregiver jerry schilling #god this was fun to write!! #the memphis mafia #im sorry if this sucked lol #like i said #kinda going into this blind

[earthbaby-angelboy]

hello beautiful souls!!

i want to start writing about something a bit new, and something i haven’t really seen other people write about. with that being said…

which members of the memphis mafia would y’all like me to write about? and in what capacity? (boyfriend, husband, caregiver, etc)

let me know, anons are on <3

-desprate for creative juice, calla xx

(tagging because i need ur help: @kiankiwi @arianatheangel-girl @mooodyblue @lookingforrainbows @hooked-on-elvis @karel-in-wonderland @alienelvisobsession @ash-omalley @bunnydexterloveselvis )

#elvis presley #creative writing #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #memphis mafia #the memphis mafia #cmon pspspss help me out #SUMMONING ALL ELVIS FANS #GET UR ASSES IN HERE #request #anons welcome

[earthbaby-angelboy]

didn’t like any of the font options. anyway, ti prisento calla del rey🧸

(all photos taken by me, with the exception of 1 & 2)

photo 3: shrine of the virgin mary at st. patrick’s cathedral in new york

photo 4: a snow day shot from my bedroom window

photo 5: me and a mural of elvis, taken at my favorite diner <3

photo 6: my wedding ring, designed by EPE🤭

photo 7: walter, my TTWG sock monkey, that comes with me on every adventure

photo 8: the vinyl-blutooth-radio-casette-cd record player that has my heart

photo 9: my personal favorite pair of saddle shoes :-)

(tagging cause i wanna see y’all’s take on this: @kiankiwi @arianatheangel-girl @mooodyblue @lookingforrainbows @hooked-on-elvis @karel-in-wonderland @alienelvisobsession @ash-omalley @bunnydexterloveselvis )

Which Elvis Girl are you?

#elvis presley #1950s aesthetic #1960s aesthetic #elvis aesthetic #my life is literally him #there isn’t a single part of my soul he hasn’t touched #i’m so grateful god created him #truly a fine specimen #also can we make this a thread??? #CALLING ALL THE ELVIS BOYS AND GIRLIES #calla’s personal works

[earthbaby-angelboy]

i have never seen these. he’s absolutely adorable :((

A little bit of pudgy belly appreciation, after watching Paradise, Hawaiian Style last night.

#i could just eat him up #he's so cute here #and gorgeous #to be fair the last one is more hand appreciation #he should have been topless in this film more #ugh

[earthbaby-angelboy]

INTRODUCTION & PERSONAL WORKS | all works tagged under # calla's personal works

Introduction

Seeing Shawn Klush and Ryan Pelton (ETAs) in concert

My “wedding ring”

Which Elvis girl are you?

#elvis presley #masterlist #personal works

[earthbaby-angelboy]

INTRODUCTION

Hello beautiful soul! My name is Calla (pronounced Cawl-lah), I'm 17 years old, and my pronouns are she/they. I speak Sicilian (Italian) and English!

I have always had a passion for writing about the things I find interesting, so I decided to make a blog for all of my works!

I am autistic, and in case you couldn't tell, my special interests are Elvis Presley, the 60s, and vintage fashion! I also like studying theology, quantum jumping, psychology, and EP's medical history.

Most of the content I write about on this page is concerning age regression. It is an indefinite possibility that Elvis himself was an age regressor (and it has been indirectly confirmed by Linda Thompson, see this post for reference), hence why I feel comfortable writing about him as both a caregiver and a little!

Please do not come into my comments, DMs or asks with hate of any kind, as your comment will be reported and deleted on sight. DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT IF YOU POST NSFW CONTENT.

My requests are always open, but please keep in mind that I am a highschool student with a very turbulent home life and writing is not always a priority. After all, I do this because I enjoy it!

My DMs are always open if you need a friend, a smile or a kind ear. And remember, you are loved.

-Calla xx

#introduction #fanfic #creative writing #calla’s personal works

[earthbaby-angelboy]

NON-FICTION (FACTUAL) WORKS | all works tagged under # factual elvis works

Elvis' God-given talents (TW) To any of my friends who "want to be with Elvis" (Bonus!) My favorite photo of Elvis with a fan

#elvis presley #factual elvis presley #non fiction