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seleneshield · 6 months

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Selene giggled, feeling her face heat up from more than just her drink at hearing him call her lovely. “My aren’t aren’t you especially charming tonight Emmet, are you sure you just got here?” She teases lightly, the two had gotten close not long ago through work, so such quips and pleasantries had become as easy to share as one shares a drink.

She can’t help but laugh again at his antics as he gently bonked his head against her shoulder. Catching sight of the rich amber liquid in his glass it’s not hard to guess that his day really has been a hard one. “You poor dear, I’m so sorry your day was so cruel to you Emmet.”

Feeling for the overworked man, Selene reached over and soothingly rubbed her hand over Emmet’s back before sliding it up to scratch her nails gently through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“You are very sweet Emmet, thank you. My day was actually pretty great, and it just got better for having run into you here.”

Her fingers continued to absentmindedly dance through his hair feeling warm and comfortable with her new company as she spoke. “Would you like to lighten your load and tell me all about your day? Or would you prefer a pleasant distraction from what ails you?”

Yours or Mine?

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Just a stones throw away from the bustling hub of Gear Station sat an inviting bar called ‘The Third Rail’. Bathed in a warm glow from vintage looking lights with railroad and subway decor of days gone by, the place was a popular spot for the station workers and city citizen a like.

That how Selene ended up there. Late on a Friday night she had just finished hugging the friend she had met for drinks goodbye before sitting back down to finish the last few sips of her second drink before setting out for home herself.

Or she would have if a flash of white and a glint of sliver hadn’t caught her eye from across the bar.

Emmet sighs. His drink swirls in his glass, a mesmerizing concoction that he watches with a tired smile. It’s been a long, stressful day, but the drink is taking the edge off.

His tie hangs untied around his neck, the top buttons of his white shirt popped open to show a bit of his silvery chest hair.

Emmet rubs his face, then pushes his hair back out of his eyes as he glances off. His smile warms at who he spots.

“Selene.”

#RP #closed rp #subway boss emmet #pokémon #alllll-aboard

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seleneshield · 8 months

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“…Emmet?” Selene wonders, the name escaping in a hushed breath. Squinting she looks up over the sea of the other patrons in the crowded room towards a man sitting up at the bar.

With tussled sliver hair and white dress shirt she swears it looks like the smiling Subway Boss from behind. But then again, without seeing his face and no coat to be found, it could just as well be his twin brother Ingo.

As if he could hear her questioning thoughts she watch’s as the man rubs his face, pushes his hair back out of his eyes and then looks her way. Their eyes meet and sure enough she see the warm smile she knows Subway Boss Emmet for.

Selene smiles back just as warmly before picking up her glass and things to join him at the bar.

“Hello Emmet! Lovely seeing you here.”

Yours or Mine?

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Or she would have if a flash of white and a glint of sliver hadn’t caught her eye from across the bar.

Emmet sighs. His drink swirls in his glass, a mesmerizing concoction that he watches with a tired smile. It’s been a long, stressful day, but the drink is taking the edge off.

His tie hangs untied around his neck, the top buttons of his white shirt popped open to show a bit of his silvery chest hair.

Emmet rubs his face, then pushes his hair back out of his eyes as he glances off. His smile warms at who he spots.

“Selene.”

#RP #closed RP #Yours or Mine?#subway boss emmet #pokémon #nsfw

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seleneshield · 2 years

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Sick Day

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Seeing Grillby answer the door for her looking casual yet so well put together still thrilled and warmed her despite having seen him that way a few times since he truly started to recover. “Hello Grillby! Don’t you look marvelous today! Like you're ready for a beautiful Autumn day.” Taking in his whole outfit she got lost in the thought of crisp red Fall leaves when something about his attire caught her eye. “Are those…” squatting down in front of him she saw sure enough, “...cats and potted plants socks!?” Selene looked up at him and positively beamed before standing up to her full height once more. “I absolutely love them! Did you really find those at the dump? They are too fabulous for words! I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed them before now! Do you have other fun socks or are these it?”

It was at the end of her excited ramble that she realized she still had a hold of the wrapped box of baked goods. “Oh! Before I forget, these are for you.” Pulling the fabric from the box to revealed the well known cinnabunnies packaging from the shop just down the way. “I wanted to bring you some today since it was these little tasty critters that brought me by your place that fateful day nearly a month ago. And now that you're nearly all better…I thought it appropriate you should have some. I hope you like sweets!” It felt bitter sweet to say it out loud, but the loss of her excuse to come around his place so often was disheartening. She felt like they had become closer and certainly considered him a friend now, but for some reason she felt unsure if Grillby shared that sentiment and would want her to come around to visit like she had been. As disheartening as the idea felt in that moment she pushed it down, for it would do no good to squander her time with him now over future possibilities.

Stepping into Grillby’s place properly so the door could be closed, Selene stomped the snow off her shoes onto the doormat and dusted off her coat before removing it. As always Grillby’s place felt warm and inviting even with no one else around just because he was there. Thinking this she idly wondered if creating such an atmosphere was a magical ability that he possessed, or if it just one of his natural charms. After everything she had seen from the monsters since she landed underground she wouldn’t be surprised. Smiling up at the flamster she figured they had probably tarried long enough, “shale we head up to you place? We can do whatever you like until you’re up for your last ice treatment. Or we can get it out of the way first if you would rather do that. whatever you wish, Grillby.”

#Sick Day #closed rp #RP #mainverse #bow-tie-bartender

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seleneshield · 2 years

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A Fine Flame

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Selene’s teasing smile turned soft at hearing that the only reason Grillby waited as long as he did to ask her out was to make sure he could take her to his favorite place, the hottest joint in town. It warmed her heart to no end that he worked so hard to be able to bring her here, to show this other side of him to her. Her wish to know all the facets of this endlessly charming flamster continued to grow with each new thing she learned about him. Sliding over the last few inches that separated them Selene pressed herself against his sturdy frame and found herself surrounded by the scent of cedar wood, vanilla, and orange that emanated from Grillby and there was something comforting and intoxicating about it, or maybe it was because it came from him that she thought so. She hummed in appreciation of what she assumed was his cologne as she ran the tip of her nose along the column of his throat. Leaning up she whispered sweetly to Grillby, “you are too lovely darling, Thank you.” before kissing him once again with great pleasure.

From beyond their table the tell-tale sound of a flash bulb going off capturing their intimate moment could be heard. Looking over but not letting go of her date Selene saw an orange cat standing there with a handheld camera in hand giving them his best self assured and collected smile, “would the lovely couple like a picture as a souvenir of your night?” Selene gave him a fridge look that curdled the cat's assured smile into an awkward one, “it’s not polite to take photos of people without permission good sir. But if you can assure me that such photos won't be sold off for a quick buck…” The cat began to visibly sweat, which was quite the feat through all that fur, and stuttered out reassurance in quick succession, “I-I would never! The-the Boss wouldn’t let me live it down if that ever happened! He-he says folks love them candid shots along with the posed ones so I gotta…” Selene’s icy stair melted as he trailed off, satisfied with the assurances given and smiled up at Grillby once more with as much warm as can be, “...then I would love to have a photo of me and my guy taken.” The cat let out a sigh of relief as he saw the flamester nod to his gal and watched the two cuddled up close as can be before smiling for the camera.

As the flash went off the cat reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets. “T-take these to coat check when you leave and they will have your photos there along with your coats if you left them.” She took the tickets graciously and held her hand out to shake the cat's hand. “Thank you very much Mr…” the cat looked down at her hand in surprise then quickly realized he’ed been staring and took her hand shaking it vigorously “BURGERPant! My name is Burgerpants.” Burgerpants let go of her hand and she smiled back at him. “Mr. Burgerpants. Thank you again. I apologize for my initial response but I've had dear friends hurt by unsolicited photos and would hate for the same thing to happen to my darling.” She looked over to Grillby once more, making her point before looking back. “One more thing. Would it be possible to get two copies of those photos?” Burgerpants blurted out a ‘Sure!’ and pulled out a notepad to jot down the request and wishing the pair a nice rest of their night before going back to capturing guests on film. Getting comfortable in their booth once more Selene turned to Grillby almost shyly, “I’m sorry I made such a fuss over that first photo Grillby dear. Please know I have no qualms about being seen with you, let alone kiss you, as i’m sure you’ll remember from earlier. But I was telling the truth when I said I've had friends harmed by photos in the past and would never wish for that to happen to you.`` It was at that time the waiter soon appeared with their previously ordered drinks before bowing out once more. Picking up her delicate glass she held it in the air between them, “shall we toast to us darling?” clinking her glass to his before taking her first sip of the sweet cocktail made to perfection.

#A Fine Flame #bow-tie-bartender #RP #closed rp #Mafiatale/Mobtale

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seleneshield · 2 years

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A Fine Flame

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Selene gasped at the sight of the beautiful hairpin nestled within the white box. The gorgeous pansy that was delicately sculpted gleamed atop it’s gold comb a dark purple with little emerald green leaves framing it. The exquisite pearl that rested next to it seemed to glow in the lights that illuminated the outside of the dance hall in contrast to the dark colors of the flower, making it look almost like a water droplet lingering after a summer storm. “Oh Grillby…” She whispered in awe, stunned and at a loss for words as she gently touched the petals of the flower in wonder, she could easily tell this was no cheap trinket as the pearl alone made it something special. The cost mattered not to her, she absolutely adored the gift because it came from him when she expected nothing but his company and time tonight. Though a worry flickered to the front of her mind for a moment of what the wonderful gift must have set him back, she knew he would never breathe a word about it even if he went hungry for it. So she let him know just how much his marvelous gift meant as her words came rushing back to her once more, “... Oh Grillby darling, I absolutely love it! Thank you so very much! It’s gorgeous!” She looked up at him with a thousand watt smile just for him that put the lights around them to shame. “And don’t you apologize for a thing darling, this will look beautiful with my dress! I’m going to wear it right now. Purple looks divine with green, and anyone who tells you otherwise doesn’t know a thing.” carefully plucking the comb from it’s box she felt along her hair and tucked it just above and to the side of her ear, amongst the many pins that held her hair in place. Unable to check but knowing the flower hair comb looked stunning in her hair, Selene reached up to cup Grillby’s cheek before standing on her toes to give him a soft lingering kiss. From against his lips she gave him her sincere thanks once more before taking his arm so the two of them could head inside the glittering dancehall.

The doormen nodded to the pair and held open the double doors open for them without a second glance as Grillby purposefully led the two of them up to the entrance; no one in town was fool enough to try and hop the line to get into MTT Dancehall without table reservations already on the books. Not since the incident ten years ago that is that made headlines in all the society pages. The poor sod was ceremoniously thrown out of the joint in front the never ending crowd of those wanting to get in, to this day they _still_ had not socially recovered from the incident as far as anyone knew.

The entryway of the dancehall was just as dazzling as its entrance, lavishly decorated with a burbaling fountain that featured none other than the dancehall’s proprietor himself Mettaton to greet it’s guests upon entering. Being the thoughtful gentleman Selene was coming to know him to be, Grillby streared them over to the coat check so as to let her leave her cocoon coat there. While he kindly helped her out of her coat to fully reveal the wonder that was her glittering green sleeveless dress for the night, a charismatic monster with a hand for a head and well painted nails sporting an adorable little hat, kindly took it to be hung up and handed her back a ticket so as to retrieve it later. Tucking the ticket away in her handbag Selene took Grillby’s arm once more, basking in his heat to keep her warm now that her coat was gone, and let him lead her to the podium where the maitre d’ stood presiding over the book of reservations for guests.

Grillby gave his full name to the monster behind the podium, an all black figure sporting a bowtie and a single large eye, and waited while they flipped through the pages of names organized day and time. As the seconds ticked by with no sign of the maitre d’ having found his name she could feel Grillby’s arm under her hand flex as he seemed to shift nervously. Selene gave his arm a gentle reassuring squeeze, she had no doubt in her mind he had made a reservation for them, but such things had been known to be lost even at the best of places. Discreetly with one hand she began to reach for the money she kept tucked away in case of emergencies, prepared to grease any palm needed to keep the night going well, when the maitre d’ made a noise of recognition at having finally found his name. “Terribly sorry about that sir! I do have your name right here along with the notes about your evening with us. It seems our illustrious owner was the one you spoke with when making your reservation and his rather _fancy_ handwriting made it a bit hard to read. I do apologize for the wait this caused. If you and your lovely date will follow me Mr. Ignatius, I will be happy to take you to your table.” Glad to feel Grillby relax once more she watched him nod in response and led the two of them to follow them after the maitre d’ that seemed to glide along into the next room.

The main room of the dancehall was a true sight to behold, a brilliantly lit crystal chandelier hung over the guests that crowded the sprung dance floor the hall was known for. Plushed booths and decorated tables lined the edges of the room that were not taken up by the well stocked bar and the grand stage that held the band and it’s singer high above the crowd. The air was electrified with the sounds of Big Band Jazz that seemed to move every body in the place to its melody. From the dancers to the watestaff they all seemed to move in time to the beat while the band lead by a dapper ghost in a tophat held sway over them all, and none of them were more powerful than Mettaton himself who led them all with the sweet sound of his voice.

The maitre d’ deftly lead them through the room to a comfortable little booth near the back that was just far enough away from it all to be able to hear one's close companions, but close enough to the dance floor to find a good spot when the mood struck. Selene gracefully slipped into one side of the booth while Grillby did so at the other end, allowing them to meet in the middle rather cozily. After the maitre d’left them with menus before gliding away another waiter, a human this time, quickly came by and took their drink orders. It was such a novel thing to be able to order alcohol without having to be sly about, but that was the luguary that came with Mettaton paying off the cops in the area and leaving a table reserved for their use at all times. With her first cocktail order of the night placed Selene allowed herself to relax and take it all in before turning to her date and smiling up at him. “This place is lovely Grillby! Thank you so much for bringing me here darling… I _had_ been wondering when you might ask me out or if I would have to have you over for dinner again before you did.” Her smile turned teasing as she casually let her hand rest on top of his in hopes of easing any tension that may still have been lingering in him.

#A Fine Flame #bow-tie-bartender #RP #closed rp #mobtale/mofiatale

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seleneshield · 3 years

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Sick Day

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The next day Selene woke up late after her tired body had recovered from the day before, she messaged Grillby to see how he was and asked when she could come over, she ate breakfast, straitened up the couch, cleaned up around the Sans and Papyrus’ home, and then went over to Grillby’s. After arriving at the diner she chatted the flamster up, headed back upstairs to his place, hung out for a bit doing something fun till Grillby eventually tired, then gave him an ice treatment while he rested till she ran out of her ice for the day, then headed back to Papyrus and Sans for dinner and sleep. This was her life with Grillby for about a week, back and forth through the snow between the two dwellings with a few stops in between to get more ice for her friend. Her body ached at the end of the day and her shoulders were starting to nag at her in pain that lingered a bit, but it was all worth it to her as she saw him starting to really improve and grew to know him better... Plus the view of him shirtless wasn’t bad either if she was being honest with herself.

When the following week came Grillby was able to convince her that they could scale back on his ice treatments to every other day after about ten different reasurences and the good long hard stare down she gave him that he didn’t flinch under. Her shoulders certainly didn’t mind the change to the rigorous schedule, but this didn’t stop her from still coming by his place every day just to check in on him, say hi and hang out to chat for a bit, and make sure he didn’t need anything. Running a diner ment that both his home and the restaurant below were still fully stocked with everything he could possibly need despite not having left his place for nearly two weeks, but the flamster never pointed this out to her each time she asked, and kindly thanked her at the end of each day when she checked with him before leaving.

The week after that it was brought up that Selene could probably just come by twice a week by now to help treat him. Grillby continued to improve greatly she could tell, and with that his ability to get around and do more without tiring out so easily expanded. The thought that he might be longing to get back to his life without a constant companion occurred to her, so when the suggestion was made she didn’t argue this time and easily agreed, though the loss of that constant visit to her new friend was felt. It was during the time when she was once more spending more time at Sans and Papyrus’s place that Undyne visited to see her training partner, the four of them had been tightly packed on the sofa laughing away at Mettaton’s show when the captain of the guards commented that her arms had put on some muscle and wanted to know what her secret training regiment was. Selene chuckled awkwardly and in the face of Papyrus sockets sparkling with excitement and Sans arched brow bone in curiosity and told the lot of them that she wasn’t doing any training, not on purpose anyway, and was just going by Grillby’s to help him out with stuff and any change she had was unintentional. Despite the time that she now stayed away from Grillby’s she still made a point to text him each day to ask how he was, wonder how he was spending his day, ask that he take care of himself, and let her know if he needed anything.

When the time came that she was sure Grillby would tell her she didn’t need to come around any more to help him, likely putting an end to the odd little relationship they had built up for nearly a month, she came by his place that morning with a batch of fresh cinnabunnies, the very thing that brought him by his door in the first place, to give as a sort of parting gift. Standing on his doorstep clutching the box that she had wrapped up to keep them warmer longer, Selene plastered on a smile and prepared herself to be told her visits were no longer needed.

#Sick Day #RP #closed rp #bow-tie-bartender #Mainverse

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seleneshield · 3 years

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Hello, new fan here, and while I ADORE all of Seafine's outfits, I can't help but wonder how common was it for women of the 1920's to be wearing pants and jackets like that? Anyway, I hope you're doing well and the animated short is coming along well as well. Your art is seriously breathtaking <3

Hey, that's very kind. Thank you! About Serafine's wardrobe... It wasn't conventional - most women wore dresses or skirts most of the time, as they were expected to - but it wasn't especially uncommon in the 1920s either. "Comme des Garçons" was part of the fashion philosophy of the era of bobbed hair and straight-line, curve-minimizing fabric cuts, after all. It's perhaps not all that surprising that pants and slacks were starting to edge their way into the women's fashion milieu as well.

By the early 20s, knickers and knee-high socks were pretty well accepted as sportswear for women. Later in the decade, loose, wide-legged 'pajama pants' were popular too. Initially they functioned as beach or lounge-wear, but it's probably a fair bet they influenced the rise of women's pant suits in the 30s and 40s.

...And then there was the gender non-conformity.

In the entertainment arena, it was quite trendy, traversing popular vaudeville acts into stage and cinema. Pick any well known actress or performer of the time and chances are you can find a photo shoot of them in a tweed suit, a tux, or Oxford bags and suspenders. Pictured here are Ethel Waters, Josphine Baker, Nella Regini, and Marlene Dietrich, who was the reigning queen/king of the masculine look in Hollywood. She wore it consistently across her career, and by all accounts it ran deeper than just publicity and performance.

There are tales of Dietrich being arrested in Paris for wearing men's clothes in the early 1930s, but that never actually happened. There was an ordinance at the time prohibiting women from dressing like men, and though she may have been (teasingly) threatened with it, it seems no one wanted to come out looking like Boo-boo the Fool trying to prosecute this level of celebrity.

That said, not everyone had blanket social freedom to skirt the law (heh) or to dress out of step with expectations. People from most walks of life risked a lot more than the A-list rich and famous. And what might have been celebrated on stage and in clubs amidst the "Pansy Craze" of that time was not generally regarded with esteem extending outside of those venues. Gladys Bently (pictured in the white tux below) was a very popular singer and pianist in 1920s Harlem speakeasies. She dressed in men's clothes and openly courted women before, during and after the peak of her career, but some decades later presented as more traditionally feminine, declaring herself 'cured'. It's probably worth noting, though, that leading up to this, Bentley was routinely harassed, closed out of performance spots she'd been a star at during Prohibition, and unlike Dietrich, did actually face fines and legal challenges to dressing in men's clothes. And then there was the McCarthy era.

As for Serafine, well, the fact that she's fictional certainly plays some part, but to give it some contextual logic - she's already rather far removed from common practice, what with her unashamed outlaw lifestyle. She's less concerned with conforming to normative social rules than the speakeasy scene she inhabits, and since her reputation precedes her, she doesn't seem to encounter a lot of people willing to risk hassling her about it. So, I suppose as long as she maintains enough underworld clout to afford a good tailor, she'll dress how she likes.

#1920’s fashion

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seleneshield · 3 years

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A Fine Flame

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If his attempts at conveying his request were anything to go off of, then the immense weight of them that stood on his shoulders certainly spoke for how tense they felt. It made them feel heavy and uneven as he awkwardly made a fool of himself just trying to speak coherently. His shoulders struggled with the weight of his own hesitation too, yet when Selene turned to look at him even after the words left his throat it felt nearly unbearable in the moment of silence. If he had a heart it would be thumping against his chest as the madness that enveloped him raged on with no answer.

Perhaps he had misread the situation he thought he was in, what ‘they’ possibly could be. There were risks such as disgusted stares, social decline, retaliation, and so much more. But it was worth it if the intention was pure, right? Maybe Selene was simply a kind human who fell for the fantasy of him? They had danced in her home and if he hadn’t been dreaming they had kissed right? That wasn’t just a spur of the moment decision, he wouldn't have... Well... He just needs to wait now, and it was killing him.

His mind raced with all sorts of responses and scenarios that could come of this. There were positive ones along with the negatives ones that followed close behind, with every scenario branched even more worries and concerns from them. For example he wasn’t a monster made of cabbage but he knew he could afford the luxury of MTT’s Dance Hall as he stored enough human folding green to just be able to afford the meals. The club itself was an odd amalgamation of humans and monsters mixing under the same roof. The owner of the establishment was a Bo named ‘Mettaton’.

He had never met him in person but from what information he had gathered on him when business was booming it turned out he was a fellow monster, and this was a monster owned business that was smack dab on the dividing line between the human and monster living space. This is where a branching scenario kicked in for him, what if Selene didn’t want to go dance at a club like that? Ugh, the silence that felt like it was dragging on was putting him behind the eightball with every passing second. Grillby truly felt out of his element, he was too dizzy with a dame to the point he had leapt over his bar to catch up to her to then be found smack dab in this very situation.

The weight on his shoulder practically evaporated into flames and smoke at the sound of her positive response and seeing her smile. Blinking as if to hear Selene better or if just to clarify to himself what exactly was said, he opened his mouth before shutting it once more to let her speak. To be fair he was too gobsmacked to be spitting right now anyway, in the end it was better for her to gab away the silence that was dissipating. Grillby took a moment or so to compose himself, no need to act a fool when he felt so dizzy and light with delight. Truly it felt like he was about to be dry-gulched or even wake up from this dream, there was so much going on in the span of a few minutes, or was it seconds now? It was hard to put his finger on the exact timeframe that this was happening in, but nonetheless he cleared his throat for his silence was dragging on and the lady had asked him questions.

“At the MTT’s Dance Hall for the Where, and I suppose for the How, I shall meet you at the entrance as it would be for the best for both of us to meet there. I would be much closer, where you may need to have a car take you.” He did ponder that for a moment but he knew Selene would be able to handle that on her own as she was after all a very capable woman. “As for the When, perhaps if you are not busy, tomorrow? I understand it is short notice but I...” His voice caught in his throat as he didn’t have a good enough reason to suddenly be demanding the time to be so soon, mere hours from this current moment. His only thought on the matter was due to the smallest of worries that she wouldn’t have as much of an interest in him as he does in her if he waited. There was a clear spark between them, and one he truly felt if nurtured could develop into an inferno that would sweep this city by storm. “I would really like to take you dancing tomorrow, if your schedule allows... Selene.”

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Selene felt her heart melt a little more for the flamster in that moment, the way Grillby hesitated when asking her to go out so soon as if he were afraid she might not agree to his wonderful plan for the date he was offering her, and how he said her name with such care and hope it made her knees a little weak. Letting go of his hand with one of hers she reached up to cup his cheek to make sure Grillby could see without a shadow of a doubet how much she truly wanted to spend the next evening, and any others, with him. “Grillby darling, I would love nothing more than to go dancing with you tomorrow. If you wished I would go with you tonight, if I were wearing the right shoes and you didn’t need your rest. So tomorrow it is.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb before trailing her hand down his arm to hold both his hands in both of hers. “MTT’s Dance Hall sounds fabulous dear, I've never been myself but I've heard such wonderful things! I’ll be sure to meet you there out front tomorrow night for our marvelous date. Just look for the emerald green car” Bringing both of his large warm hands up she gently placed a kiss on each one. “Till tomorrow my dear Grillby, I wish you a good night and hope you get your rest.” It was only then that she finally took those last few steps back to the door of Grillby’s place and stepped out into the still summer night air. As the sturdy door closed behind her with a solid thud that she allowed herself the girlish giggle of delight that had bubbled up within her and pressed her hand to her cheeks to find them still warm just from Grillby’s touch. Letting out a happy little sign she stepped out into the alley proper then onto the dark streets to hail a cab to whisk her away through the night and back to her home.

Back at Selene’s abode Sebastian met her at the door awaiting her arrival despite the lateness of the hour, as was his want to do in making sure his charge arrived home safely. Still safe and sound as she had been at the speakeasy, she practically floated in through the front door while she handed over her coat, hat, and purse with a wistful sign before turning to her trusted steward. “Thank you very much Sebastian as always! Tomorrow could you please call up to Father’s and ask that the green Rolls Royce be brought around tomorrow night? I have a date at MTT’s Dance Hall and I want to make an impression on the other attendees. In the morning after breakfast I plan to take Lucy with me out shopping in preparation if she likes, and you too of course, so we’ll need to call a cab for then as well.” Sebastian nodded and said he would make the preparations in the morning. Thanking him once more before wishing her wonderful steward goodnight Selene ascended the stairs to her room to fall into a blissful slumber.

The next day came warm and gentle through her curtains as they fluttered in the sweet morning breeze. Such things would usually be ignored in favor of burrowing further into the comfort of her blankets for just a little more sleep, but that was not to be today. Selene even went so far as to come down dressed to breakfast surprising everyone except Sebastian, but she couldn’t help it. As soon as consciousness came to her, so did the memory that she had a date with a certain fine flame and she was awash in the thrill and excitement of what waited tonight. With a sumptuous breakfast had, Selene asked Lucy if she would be up for accompanying her out shopping today, and met with delighted acceptance. With coats and hats donned the two lovely ladies and the stalwart steward piled into the cab when it arrived and made their way downtown to the shopping district.

The first stop was the shoe store, Selene had many fine shoes to be sure, and several comfortable one that served her well at work, but she hadn’t owned a pair of dancing shoes in a little over 8 years and if Grillby was as enthusiastic about cutting a rug as she thought he might be, it was best if she made sure her feet were prepared. Lucy proved to be just what the doctor ordered, for as sure as Selene always was in her impeccable sense of style, when she found herself so wrapped up in wanting everything to be just right for tonight, a second opinion was exactly what she needed. After getting confirmation of what Selene planned to wear tonight, the emerald green dress with it’s gold beaded accents and drop waist, Lucy was able to help her pick out a gorgeous little pair of heeled gold leather dancing shoes. Selene even went so far as to buy dancing shoes in silver, black, and white as well just to have a pair for every occasion, thought it was likely she was getting ahead of herself but it was hard to not think of all the dances she might go to Grillby in the future if that night went well. Though thoroughly engrossed in the decision making process, it didn’t go unnoticed by her employer how Lucy’s eyes lingered on a darling pair of navy heels with delicate broguing over the toes. This was how Selene found herself going home with the purchase of seven new pairs of shoes, four for her, one for Lucy much to her delight, one for Sebastian because she couldn’t not get get him a pair even when he tired to argue it was necessary, and one for William as he shouldn’t be left out. As the many shoes were being packed away much to the chagrin of the driver of their hailed cab. While this was going on under Sebastian's supervision, Selene and Lucy popped in next door to the flower shop to pick the last thing for the night before they all headed back home.

Once home after all the shoes had been dispersed to their new owners and lunch had been eaten, the next few hours for Lucy and Selene were spent on hair and make up to get both looking just so. With her hair pinned up within an inch of its life so as to not fall apart as she danced, her face delicately painted with a splash a rubby for her lips, and her glittering green dress hugging her curves along with her gold dancing shoes, she was finally ready to step out for the night. Cloaked in her silver fur trimmed cocoon coat at the door and purse in hand holding her gift and money, Selene stepped out to the awaiting emerald green Rolls Royce and it’s driver. Getting lost in thought as the city flew by her window it wasn’t long before the car rolled to a stop and the back door to the car was opened to reveal the MTT Dance Hall all aglow with glittering lights, and under them all near the entrance stood Grillby waiting out front just for her as he said he would. Smiling Selene took the driver's hand and stepped out of the car to stroll over to her dapper date as the eyes of those who waited to get inside followed her. Standing before him ready for their date she couldn’t help the blush that rose in her cheeks as if she were a school girl once more standing before the first boy she liked. “Hello Grillby darling! You look wonderful tonight dear! I brought you a little something…” From out of her small bag she pulled out a small silver vase pin that held a purple rose. Standing up on tiptoes she pins the flower to his lapel and smiled at how lovely it looked with his red tie bathed in his blue glow. “There, dashing as ever! Shall we go in?”

#A Fine Flame #RP #closed rp #bow-tie-bartender #Mafiatale/Mobtale

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CHRISTIAN DIOR Couture Spring/Summer 1998 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

#fashion #inspiration #I adore all of these

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what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at.

this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.

the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…

#I want to get photos like this

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Sick Day

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Humming as she worked Selene got into a rhythm as she brought the ice filled pot over to Grillby before taking the boiling water away. So it was a while before she noticed the slight wince Grillby seemed to make at the sound of her pouring ice into the pot. This quickly gave her pause as causing his added stress was currently not on her agenda, but it’s not like she could quietly but all the ice she need in the pot each time as that would take too long, and if she tried to dampen the sound with a towel at the bottom of the pot it would defeat the purpose as it wouldn’t chill the pot at all to safely cool Grillby. The conundrum was a tricky one to be sure but so was coming up with how to cool him down in the first place, but that didn’t stop her.

Suddenly it dawned on Selene as she quickly left the room only to return with a fluffy pair of ear muffs. It was only as she reached Grillby’s side once more that she noticed a possible slight problem to her supposedly brilliant idea...Grillby technically didn’t have ears, though clearly this never stopped him from hearing. Biting her lip she worked up the courage to propose her idea in what was hopefully the best way possible. “H-hey Grillby...so I noticed you didn’t seem to like the sound of me pouring the ice so I grabbed these for you hoping it might help block out the sound a bit.” The poor guy seemed rather sleepy and a bit out of it so she didn’t want to trouble him too much, so with gloves still on Selene stretched out the headband of the earmuffs and lowered them over his head, after guesstimating where ears would be on a person she gently placed the little black fluffy muffs against his head and let the headband bend back into place to hold them there. Satisfied with their placement she got Grillbies attention and had him watch her pour the ice in the pot she had been using, she gave him a questioning look and showed him a thumbs up, thumbs down, and wavered her hand in between for so-so. Grillby just gave her a nod that she took as an affirmative that the earmuffs had helped with the pesky sound and went back to work trying to cool him down.

It wasn’t long before Selene noticed that without the sound of the ice being poured getting to him, Grillby had been able to slip into a light slumber, one which she was happy to encourage. This was how the rest of her day passed, Grillby resting while she worked her way through the rest of the sack of ice to cool him down. Once the sack ran out and she was left sore and tired, Grillby still slept on so she left him a little note on his night stand. On a little slip of paper she wished him well, let him know she locked up after she left so he didn’t have to worry, and that she would reach out to him to check on how he was feeling again soon.

Doing just what she said she would, Selene quietly slipped out of Grillby’s home, out of his dinner after locking up, and into the winter tundra to go back to Sans and Papyrus’s place. Papyrus was watching Mettaton on TV recounting some epic story in full costume, so she ducked into the kitchen to reheat what was left of Papyrus’s last successful spaghetti batch and ate up. Full of carbs and weary from the day she mustered up the last of her energy to drag herself to the bathroom to treat herself to a good soak in a hot bath. Stewing in the warm water till she turned into a prune and mussels in her back eased some of their tension, Selene finally got out and changed into her bed clothes. By then their living room was, Mettaton’s show seemingly over, so she crawled onto the well worn sofa, pulled the blanket off the back, and snuggled into her pillow before drifting off into her own slumber.

#sick day #RP #closed rp #bow-tie-bartender #mainverse

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Fine Flame

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Selene couldn’t help the wistful smile that would not leave her lips nor the way her hand drifted up to her neck to lightly touch the place where Grillby had kissed her of his own accord only moments ago as she slowly walked away down the little hall towards the door. If Grillby had noticed the way she had held onto him all the tighter as he kissed the column of her throat, the way her breath had hitched as he did, or how he seemed to liquify her insides with that one touch, he didn’t let on. The fact that she had still been able to find the will to let go of him after that and say good night so he could get his rest was a miracle in itself. Maybe there was hope for more than just that one dinner with the fine flame afterall.

It was from this state of reverie that Selene was pulled by the sound of something hitting the ground with a thump behind her and the call of her name reaching her ears. Turning quickly she soon saw Grillby standing behind her at the mouth of the thin hall looking fraught with some emotion that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. As he locked eyes with her he gently took her hand in his own and it left her speechless, as much as it did him. So caught off guard by all this she could do nothing but look up in wide eyed surprise at the towering gentleman that seems to have seemed to have lost his words as he stood before her.

As half-started sentences and incompleast questions began to tumble forth from his mouth he paused for breath and she felt him gently squeeze her hand gently before he averted his eyes as if to gather his thoughts. It was clear as day how hard this seemed to be for him, even as he was finally able to convey how important his question was. At this Selene found herself taking hold of the hand that held hers in both of her own, stoking the back of it with both of her thumbs in a comforting manner as her brow began to furrow with concern, even as she took note of the growing darker hue of his cheeks. This however seemed to do little for Grillby as he continued to flounder at getting out his question once more. She was almost starting to get nervous about what he could possibly want to ask her when he finally was able to find the words.

Grillby wanted to take her out on a date, a proper one no less, with dinner and his beloved dancing at the grand MTT’s Dance Hall! Selene’s once concerned face bloomed into a brilliant smile that could have outshone the sun as she squeezed his hand in pure delight. “Oh Grillby, I would absolutely love to go out with you! Dinner and dancing sounds just perfect! Tomorrow is it! When, Where, and How would you like to meet up darling?”

#Fine Flame #RP #closed rp #bow-tie-bartender #mobtale/mofiatale

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Christian Dior Spring 1998 Couture Fashion Show

#1920’s #1930’s #fashion #god i adore these so much!#vintage #style

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Ooo! So when I did this for Selene and one side of her character she got Patron of Amends as well! But when I took it for other aspects of her she got Patron of Reunions ^_^ Thank you for the tag @bow-tie-bartender! This was really fun to do!

Patron of Reunions

humanity delights you, and for all their troubles and hardships, you decide that sometimes, you will let them win. thus, you grant them the blessing of reunion. think of harbours lined with people, each one waiting for a sailor to come ashore. think of chance encounters, of suspiciously serendipitous days where souls gone astray finally orbit one another and collide again. you are the god of finding courage, of conceding and asking for help. the god of setting broken things to mend, of starting the healing process and seeing it through to completion. god of long overdue embraces, giver of clear eyesight used to navigate a sea of people. protector of those who lie awake at night in dreamless, fitful sleep, praying for a return. god of leaving a light on and unlocking the door, physically and symbolically. you pave the way home in smooth stone, serving as cushions for blistered, wandering feet. you set the banquet and rehearse the orchestra: you bless the home anticipating the wayward, whether it is a castle or a hovel. the herald of arrival, the one who guides the lost to where they can finally be found.

What Are You the God of Patron of amends

it is not the most gratifying of works, but someone must oversee it. making amends is a tricky, slippery thing: they require sincerity and devotion, open ears and naked hearts. you cannot guarantee acceptance, only the sliver of time in which they can be seen and heard and attempt repentance. think of a festering wound and the healer that must clean and close it, plagued by the thought of underlying infection, amputation, certain death. consider of the likelihood of those terrors, but also: think of the injured at rest, then nursed back to full health and continuing to live a fruitful life. you are the god of tenderness and volatility, of intimate vulnerability and deep breaths, of searching for a safe place to land. god of misty eyes, god of the strength to still shaking hands, god of realizing wrongdoings and personal failures. defender of the prideful who are working towards humbleness, of sinners that will never again be entirely righteous. the one who blesses those fighting to make things right, falling onto swords and walking through fire if it can afford even just the smallest chance at forgiveness. the planter of the seed of closure, that will grow only when nurtured.

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Fine Flame

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“As we were indeed.” Selene murmured back as she took hold of Grillby’s hand in her own smaller one before rubbing her thumb along his knuckles comfortingly, just as he had done to her moments before. She gazed down at the sight of his large blue hand, that to all the world capable of anything at any given notice, but in her own she could feel the small tells of the weariness all that hard work left him with along with all his strength he still carried himself with despite it. When was the last time he had really gotten to slow down, take time for himself, or had anyone look after him? Far too long was her guess. Looking back up into the glow of his eyes she traced his jaw with her other hand, away from prying eyes, and gave him a soft warm smile. “I know you're swell, thought so the first time I saw ya. Very capable too, never doubled that for a moment either...But if you keep hitting on all eights with just a bit of fuel behind it you’re gunna hurt yourself honey, and that hurts me to see.” Reaching his chin she caressed it with her thumb before lightly tapping the middle of his face with a grin. “So I'll just have to stick around till close, keep an eye on ya. Make sure you stay swell till you can head on home to your well earned rest…I’ll even be happy to give you a pick-me-up if you need one.” Selene gave him a wink before letting her hand drop to hold both his hands in both of hers. She knew she couldn’t do much for Grillby with so many people around and him still with a job to do for several hours more, but she had come to like him far too much to just sit silently by and watch him run himself ragged. She hoped that by sticking around giving him a little sweet suport and maybe even a helping hand at close she could help make his night a little easier and a little nicer.

As the night wore on Selene watched as Grillby tended to each and every one of his patrons with no loss in diligence or speed. It was only when he paused and gave her another moment of his time that it seemed to catch up to him in subtle ways. But every time, without fail, if someone needed anything else he slipped from his fatigues grasp and went right back to work. She knew that feeling all too well and bit her tongue each time she saw his work catch up to him, not bother him about it further as promised. Instead she just gave him her warmest smile, caressed his hand when it was near, and talked about only the best of things.

Once Grillby gave the final call and the last patron paid their tab before going on their way out into the night it was just him, Doggo, and Selene left in the tucked away dinner. Standing with a bit of a stretch high above her head the dapper dame began to move about the room in a flurry of fabric, picking up the discarded dishware that still laid about before grabbing a rag from the counter and wiping tables down, despite Grillby’s adamant protests and Doggo’s slack jawed befuddlement at what he was witnessing. Eventually between the three of them all the tables were cleaned, the chairs stacked, the floor swept, and dishes cleaned in record time. After waves of goodbye and a chorus of good nights to Doggo only Selene and Grillby were left in the now tidy space. It was at this time that Grillby got the unique sight of Selene pressing her palms behind her onto his bar top before hopping up to sit upon it at nearly eye level with the towering man of blue flame. With a grin she beckoned him to her with a gesture of her finger and as soon as he was near enough Selene pulled him to her the rest of the way with a gentle tug of his tie for a long lingering kiss. It was with no hurry when she eventually pulled away only to slowly open her eyes as if from a dream. Wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as she took in his handsome visage and savored his warmth before she spoke, “please don’t be too mad at me for helping Grillby darling. I know you would have done a fine job without me, but you work so hard and got so much on your plate. Plus I'm no worse for wear for it…I just really wanted you to be able to rest and relax as soon as possible. You’ve more than earned it dear I assure you.” As she lingered there with him still in her arms it was so very tempting to extend the offer to come back to her place, let her take care of him, and make sure he got the rest he clearly didn’t get the night before. But she had come to realise that as the true gentleman that he was it wouldn’t be a kindness to put him in such a position as to have to decline despite that she meant it to be one. Instead she chose to move her knees to the side to pull him in for a comforting hug to end his long day on. She slipped one arm around his torso to rub soothing circles along his the wide plans of his back while her other arm wrapped around his broad shoulders to hold him close, tucking her chin in alongside his neck in such a way that his would do the same. She stayed with him for some time, till she thought she could feel him relax and some of the tension ease from his body. It was only then that she pulled back once more, with a soft smile she held onto his arm as she slid off of the bar top and down his side before landing on the floor. “Sleep well Grillby dear. I’ll see you again sometime soon”, squeezing his hand one last time she made her way around the bar and towards the front before giving him a wave with one last smile.

#Fine Flame #RP #closed rp #bow-tie-bartender #mobtale/mafiatale

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