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@grimmtale
#GRIMMTALE . 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 … affiliated multimuse featuring glinda the good / the fairy godmother , princess aurora , christine daaé , goldilocks & plumette . do not interact unless a member of enchantedtm. ( flora , twenty six , gmt , she / they )
𝙴𝚂𝙼𝙴 𝙺𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙾𝚁 ⤐ @grimmtale ( 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃-𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 )
✧ . 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁. early and with some time to spare before her first class, esme pauses outside the dance studio with a smile. she watches the other woman silently for a moment before speaking, not wanting to interrupt her. "they have to have an owner who loves them very much first," she offers gently, easily able to follow and tap into such a dreamy train of thought. "but that's a problem easily solved. you know — " it might not be her place, but she can't help but make the offer. "it's never too late to learn. despite what they'd have you believe. i'd be more than happy to sign you up for our adult beginner class, if you'd like to come inside. i'm one of the teachers here. for ballet, as it would happen. but for ballerinas much smaller than yourself," she jokes with a warm smile.
hearing the hope in esme’s gently encouraging voice was like a breath of fresh air, and corinne all but forces herself not to gasp down the open invitation as easily as breathing. too familiar with turning down the offer she would keep getting, whether that be from tutors or from new friends at the college, her face contorts into a look of shame as she shakes her head at the other. “ oh, thank you so much, but i really couldn’t… perhaps i can just keep watching instead? ” she’s not lying to esme really, corinne all but persuades to herself mentally, as she remembers the warning to stay off her broken leg when she had been so little — the thing still had a tendency to get tired even now. but there’s a gleam to the other woman’s gaze that hints to the songstress that a simple no would not quite be enough… maybe she really could just sit in for one lesson, at least?
anxious hands hold a little tighter to her satchelbag filled with notebooks filled with pristine notes, gifting the other with an almost matching smile. how easily she fell into comfort besides esme, wanting to explain the whys rather than shy away as she once would've. lifting up her long skirt, she bared her shin and its long, silvered scar that ran from ankle to knee, “ —i broke my leg when i was a girl… i was trying to do that beautiful arabesque move, and slipped badly — because of course i would. i was untrained and a clumsy child. ”
On his way home from the fire station after the last of his twelve hour shifts for the week, Peter is admittedly half-asleep as he walks past the dance studio. It's not a place he thinks of particularly often (except in its capacity as a landmark indicating he's only a ten minute walk from his flat), but Corinne's soft voice catches his attention, and he finds himself following her gaze to the ballet dancers as they move through their positions.
"You could always ask them," Peter suggests gently, deciding to offer his input even though he's almost certain her words aren't meant for him. "I expect they'd probably appreciate somebody taking an interest. Most artists do."
she’s so entirely caught up in her own thoughts that the suddenness of him almost startles the songbird, head whipping around quickly to glance upon him as if she had just witnessed a true ghost. but she’s safe, no phantom in sight but simply the friendly firefighter that she could somewhat recognise from a calender-for-charity hung up in another girl’s dorm room.
breaking free of the heart-racing fright she had given herself, corinne manages a fleeting smile to acknowledge peter. “ i could… but i wouldn’t want to disturb them. i know well enough that the creative folk don’t do well with being interrupted mid-flow. ” inwardly, corinne cringes at the memory that haunts her of snapping at her father, her once-dearest friend, simply because he came to check on her during her vocal practise. how silly she feels to miss that disruption to her studies, though she would do anything to see him again, peeking around her bedroom doorway with that proud smile of his. “ —do you speak from experience at all? you sound awfully certain of that statement, as if it could be fact. ”
" NOT YOUR USUAL TODAY, HM? " staring down at the breakfast platter spread before corinne with mild intrigue, he stands at her side in the isle between the bustling counters and seating section with a brown paper bag in hand. it's contents were fairly habitual; a go - to sandwich he'd get on his breaks, and like today, on his days off. while he might know her by name, only because of her signature scrawled onto the thin paper of the receipts she'd leave behind, that was all he knew about her. otherwise the woman was a mystery, though a kind one, like a hint of sunlight peering through the clouds.
CLOSED STARTER ... @grimmtale : THEO & CORINNE.
her head is buried down in her work as theo approaches with herself none-the-wiser until he speaks up ; an open shakespearian novel propped open in the middle of its story on one side of her and sheets yet to be filled with music notes spread out on the other. it had become an odd dream of hers, to write her very own melody inspired by the words of those great authors she had often heard her father read to her as a young girl — and now with her feet planted faintly back upon earth, corinne can at least try to study as she grieves.
hearing an only-vaguely familiar voice, she glances upwards with those ever-melancholic looking doe eyes, the smile upon her lips to greet him not quite radiating as it was could. “ oh, hello… theo, right? ” hinting towards the counter with a quick glimpse in that direction, she’s silently asking if her association is correct. shying away from the world had isolated her more than she had expected. but she offers an awkward laugh nonetheless with a gentle nod of her head, reaching for the turning-cold cup of tea sat before her. “ yes — i thought i should perhaps just order a few things at once, just so i can snack as i work and not keep disturbing the staff all morning… would you care to join me? ”
The moment the woman spoke Eddy had a feeling he'd leave this store with a headache along with his suit. As someone who smiled on the very rare occasion he couldn't believe how cheery she was. It must have been somewhat painful to keep such a cheery vibe going all the time, but maybe that was just a different kind of customer service than what he was used to. "Yes, the gallery thing..." he nodded, knowing it was probably too late to bail on the event now that he was about to spend a decent buck on a suit.
"I think half the town is going." He joked. Though it was mostly true. "Thanks, I got time, so no rush." he added, looking around at all the other suits around the shop.
he tells her not to rush but faye is already moving with haste to gather her thoughts. she can already see the perfect outfit in mind for the mechanic, a fun homage to the work he does in enchanted falls : the silvery-velvet tuxedo jacket that hung from one of the mannequins, a fun glittery black tie recently delivered, and the icing on her eddy cake — a pair of metallic brogues that she had guessed might be his size. ( so what if he had only come in for a suit? would a stylist not be failing at her job if she didn’t idealise the outfit as a whole look? )
arms filled with a few boxes and the jacket haphazardly thrown over her shoulder, faye returns and laughs in agreement with his joke, having handed out personalised invitations amongst the town earlier in the week herself. “ actually, i think you might be quite right with a guess like that ! here, try this jacket on for me? ” she offers out the side of her that was hidden beneath the tuxedo jacket, unable to do much else with her hands full of other possibilities for him to try later if this first look didn’t quite work for him. “ i’ve heard it’s going to be a rather splendid event, hopefully we raise enough for the theatre… but you don’t sound too excited for it? ”
tshirt that says: I CARE WHAT GHOSTS THINK OF ME
TED LASSO ( 2020 - ) ↳ season 3 episode 1
requested: the neighbourhood x crybaby
𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝚄𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 ⤐ @grimmtale ( 𝙵𝙰𝚈𝙴 𝙰𝙽 )
✧ . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙶𝙽𝙸𝚉𝙴𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙼 sends a fiery rush of adrenaline surging through his veins. god only knows why she's so afraid of him, but the feeling he gets inside these four walls — it's something primal. animalistic. pure, unadulterated power down to the tips of his fingers. he smiles, and there is no warmth. "your beautiful face always makes me smile." his eyes are cold but his words are dripping with honey. it's not a lie. not technically. sometimes, the truth is so much more delicious. "i'd like to order two custom gowns from you, actually. also, do you make suits?" he glances around the counter, speaking quickly. "they're, uh. is there a chair anywhere? they're all for this thing at the theatre. i heard it's supposed to be something ultra-formal. so it's mine — the suit is for me." he chuckles. "obviously." duh. "then the first dress is for my lovely girlfriend, and — " he sucks his teeth, face momentarily a mask of exaggerated unpleasantness. "the other is for my son's mother. i think it's important she look her best too. don't you think?" it's unusual. so transparently a power play rather than a gesture of actual affection, but he dares her to question him.
she instinctively flushes a soft pink colour at the too-easy compliment that slips from his tongue, her smile dimming as she feels the warmth beneath skin. faye had to mentally remind herself that she couldn’t be one to be so easily charmed by him despite how desperately her lonely soul reached for the lovely attention, again feeling how that unplaceable wariness comes to the forefront of her mind. but she keeps her gaze trained downwards, almost unreadable as she rifles through files and papers just for an excuse for something to do instead of meet his unnerving stare.
“ i think we all deserve to look our best everyday, mr. prince. but especially so for an event such as jonathan's fundraiser masquerade. ” she replies calmly, flashing him a very fleeting but polite smile — a shell of the woman she usually was, all frills, open-hearted and joyfulness in her workshop. she catches mention of a chair as she thankfully turns her back to him to reach for another folder, gesturing to a few by the front window as she does so ; seating placed perfectly for when she dressed a bride who invited her entourage. “ we absolutely do suits too — i’m assuming you wish for something tailored, rather than off the rack? i can design you a one-of-a-kind piece. ” truth was that everything for sale in a dream stitch away was tailored by her to some extent ( whether that be a simple decorative stitch or applique, or entirely created by herself ) a special faye-blessed personal touch for all her clientele.
he speaks of the other garments, as well as who he wants to wear them, and the dressmaker exhales a quiet sigh to herself. she might not be challenging him, but she was certainly about to disrupt his plans — and any form of confrontation, or awkwardness caused by herself, made faye want to curl up and hide away for life. “ do you mean miss palomo? she already has a dress on hold by us, actually… but i’m certain we can make something beautiful for your girlfriend anyway ! ”
You Will Go To The Ball || @grimmtale || Eddy & Faye
Edward heavily debated not going to the party. He had nothing to wear and in all honesty, he wasn't entirely sure he was in the mood for it. He usually wore the same shirt and tie to most events, but it was running a little tight lately and he didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb. Anymore than he usually did at these type of events, so he had decided to push the boat out and get something a little more tailored.
As he entered the shop he already felt like he didn't belong. Draped in an oil covered tank top and some dirty cargo pants he looked around, until he spotted the owner. "Excuse me? You sell suits here?" He asked, as if he wasn't surrounded by them. "I need one for a party I got later, something real fancy..." he trailed off, looking around at the shop. Knowing fancy was probably the nicest word he could find to describe such a place.
faye was an ever-busy woman when nestled away in her workshop, gently humming along to the bubblegum pop she played quietly in the background to numb the silence as she currently pinned a flurry of pages filled with new designs up onto her inspiration wall. even from the front section of her shop, this wall was impossible to miss — a waterfall of fashion sketches cascading down the broad wall at the back.
but as a voice calls out for her attention, her head of honey-blonde curls whipping around to find the source and forcing a bright smile for the newcomer, she definitely clocks the dirt ; he needed to stay away from the other garments before she became a flustered mess concerned for her inanimate beauties. “ suits? oh, sweetie, i do everything ! ” it wasn’t even an exaggeration. hurrying to meet him in the front, faye’s smile shifts into something less strained as eddy mentioned the fundraiser — the very event that she had a hand in decorating for, both venue and it’s attendees. “ let me guess… the gallery party? goodness, yes, i know all about it ! i’ll be there, of course, so let’s find you something spectacular, shall we? wait there ! ”
"It's not that" he replied, "I don't really give a crap if you're doing it or not. But a lot of this town is corrupt. I'm more worried they see you as an easy target to pin any crimes on, guilty or not" it's what they did to him, they just couldn't find the evidence. If he had things his way, no one ever would. But that didn't mean he wanted anyone else to live like that. Maybe they were committing crimes they shouldn't be, but everyone had their reasons.
He sighed softly, he didn't really ever admit to what he did, that would be as good as a confession. But in this situation there seemed little point hiding it, especially as he knew they had the key. "You know I can pick locks right? That's why I've never taken the key, I don't need it" well that and he didn't want them to track it back to him. The places he couldn't break into, rarely worth the effort for his purposes. "Mmm that's my motive, but you're the one who stole it, what do you want to do with it?"
dark and once-dulled eyes widen and light up with unbridled glee at his revelation. how had jinyu never known that archer could pick locks until now? but it made sense — he wasn’t as reckless as they were, careful not to leave any traces of mischief unlike herself who blew through the adrenaline like a cyclone. slowly but surely, the pieces of this rogue puzzle were beginning to fall into place.
pocketing the key again as they now understood how little importance the item would have for him, she hops down from the counter with a heavy thud of her boots hitting the soft brown tiles of the floor. “ all this time… and you could’ve been teaching me how to pick locks? fuck dude ! come on, stop holding out on me like that ! ” they laugh in awe, feeling as if they were looking at him with an entirely fresh perspective. but they reply to his own curiosity with a lazy shrug, a indiscernible noise coming from an overly confident grin, “ oh, you know me, arch… just looking for some fun. so little to do in this town that doesn’t make me feel like i’m in some weird, shitty sitcom, where i’m the oddball character in this place. ”
“ don't be like that, jin, you know i'd be down for shenanigans any other time, ” robin says. “ don't try to make me out as some boring goody-two-shoes, now. ” they huff at their companion. the audacity to roll their eyes at robin, as if they aren't always ready to cover for jinyu. honestly. “ haven't got anything going on tomorrow night, so we could hang out then ... or there's this cool spot i found the other week. but you can decide if you'd prefer the cinema or my new spot. ”
“ is your ‘ cool spot ’ another field? ” they ask, light smirk plastered across their face as they throw a friendly wink to robin. it’s meant to be playful, a gentle teasing of her friend and their love for the natural spaces. jinyu didn’t love the woods, this unsettling feeling in their chest as if remembering something in their past they couldn’t quite truly remember and yet it had hurt them, but anything was better than spending time alone yet again — even that sheriff’s cell was becoming comfier and comfier by the day, an odd home away from home. “ you know i’m just playing, robin ! this mouth of mine talks by itself sometimes, i swear. ” they lean backwards, reaching behind the glass cabinets and grabbing a beautifully glazed mixed-fruit tart — before offering it out to the other, a silent olive branch for being mouthy. “ take it, it’s on me. ” and by that, she definitely means it's on her boss's expense.
𝐟𝐭 . jinyu klau ( @grimmtale ) & viviane myricks ( @untale )
" 'course we are. and while i'll happily take anything you have - i'm in for the open bar. " dylan calls from behind her bedroom door as she closes it to change quickly. despite the fact that the host is her once father, dylan can't deny she's excited. she's loved the idea of masquerades since she was little - watching princesses spin around on screen in masks - and as she got older imagining - dreaming - of spinning around in the gardens, kissing someone she can't quite make out behind their mask. in reality, she hopes to get a kiss out of this evening too. " okay now uh, don't laugh, i haven't gotten this dressed up in....shit, since high school maybe? " the door creaks open, before she steps out - tugging on her gloves. " it's not so bad. i mean, i don't look like a trainwreck. "
“ i think i could do with a shot of that good stuff right now if you’re offering, viv. i hate shit like this. ” jinyu sighs loudly as they ungracefully lounge on the couch, having thrown on their own outfit with all the care they could muster — which was very little. dark crimson suit jacket over tight, black slacks and a barely buttoned-up dress-shirt, but with the most jin-like touch of dripping with necklace after necklace around her neck and ring after ring upon her fingers. despite how lazy the effort seemed, it was still an unusually sharp look for them… but this was a chance to impress dylan, and mingle amongst the high and fancy ( maybe even pick a few pockets whilst the priceless art distracted folks ) so the thief decided not to slack for once. speaking of her princess — the bartender steps out of her room to finally reveal herself, practically gift-wrapped already, and jinyu whistles out in a low, appreciative tone. “ fuck me, dyl… nobody’s gonna be laughing when they see you. ” hoping she couldn’t see the heat rising slowly to their cheeks, they spring into step to linger in the hallway against the wall, shooting dylan a secretly-amourous grin, and to viviane a look that read ‘are you seeing this girl?’ " —i think we might actually give people a serious scare with how fucking good we look tonight ! "
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (2004)
dir. Joel Schumacher
familiarity runs so deeply through his bones, the marrow shakes at the thought of being here. his suit, dutifully picked out with the help of his best friend, sits snug at his waist and shoulders— it definitely wasn't of the man he'd become during this life, without memories of the old one, but it certainly screamed in echoes of that very one which had passed. " where's the cape batman? " he asks, announcing his presence behind the boy and his mother, picking the two out of the crowd moments earlier. he supposes he should explain how he recognized them, but as there were very little children here to begin with, even less with batman masks, he need only make an educated guess on the identity of the woman holding him. his best friend. and sometimes, a partner in crime when he wasn't buried in steel scraps, and work. " you look great, odette. "
CLOSED STARTER, WITH: @grimmtale
if there was one lone thing that odette struggled with it would be her inability to say no to her darling boy. they were both dressed up to the nines ; her in sparkling black chiffon that cut out and showed the skin of her curves just perfectly, and christien in his suit… and that damn mask. but he had giving her that oh so charming pout — how was she supposed to say no? it was a masquerade event anyway.
with her son perched upon her hip, quietly watching how he kept looking around with genuine wonder at the priceless art hung upon the wall and all the extravagantly dressed people also in this room, odette only sighs in response to sieg’s question and turns to roll her eyes deliberately in his sight. but the boy is charged again, quietly whining about wanting his cape whilst also reaching for the metalsmith to get a cuddle from his friend. “ ah, but i always do, mon ami. ” she smiles though from the compliment like a satisfied kitten with pride ( if these pathetic people wished to whisper about her, call her names and accuse her of things, she may as well dress for the part, right? ) and though her stare sharpens in his direction for riling her son up about his attire, that smile turns playful as odette fusses casually with siegfried’s tie. “ he’s been waiting for you, you know? something about how every cool hero needs his sidekick… should i fetch you a little cape too? ”
♪ And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem ♪
SLEEPING BEAUTY (1959) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wolfgang Reitherman, Eric Larson, Les Clark
DAISY JONES & THE SIX Episode 4: I Saw the Light
