#halldoll meetcute

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

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Nicky fought her way into working at one of the most prestigious costume departments under the tutelage of Maribelle Bauer (picture a meaner Edna Mode). The woman has been carrying the department on her back for decades and has never needed an assistant, thank you very much, but through coffee bribery Nicky has somehow squirreled her way under Maribelle's reluctant wing.

On a busy day where the studio is bursting with fabric, frills and ballerinas trying on outfits, Nicky learns on the spot that Maribelle has put her in charge of doing the first fitting for the lead of that year's production. Nicky has to recover quickly from the surprise, specially if she wants to avoid looking like a stuttering fool in front of the most woman she has ever seen: this year's lead, Jaida.

It's a little fic about the relative intimacy of touch and the love poured into the smallest gestures.

[missjanjie]

Can we have a HallDoll meetcute in the grocery store for the Ten Sentence Drabbles?

Nicky looked in mild amusement as she watched a very pretty woman staring at the fresh herbs in the produce section with an utterly perplexed expression. After another moment, she couldn’t help herself and walked over, gently asking “do you want help with something?”

Jaida looked over, relieved that it had been another customer rather than a worried employee. She sighed heavily before admitting, “I can’t figure out which is cilantro and which is parsley, and it’s apparently important to get the right one.”

“Allow me,” she picked up one of the bundles and held it to her nose, inhaling deeply before announcing, “cilantro.”

“Oh my god, you’re a life saver,” Jaida chuckled, putting the cilantro into the plastic produce bag.

Nicky smiled, looking her over. “So... are you making dinner for a boyfriend or...”

She shook her head, “my roommate has me running errands while she’s cooking to impress her new girlfriend.” Then she caught the way Nicky was looking at her and added, “I, however, do not have a new girlfriend to cook for... yet.”

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send me a ship + prompt for a 10 sentence drabble

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

you’re writing halldoll ‼️❓‼️⁉️‼️ (delighted)

i am!!!!!!! and you get a little excerpt because you're nice:

“I will see you later, ladies,” Maribelle claps, bringing Nicky back to the present.

With one last warning glare, she leaves them alone.

The door shuts out the noise and leaves a silence that Nicky has no idea of how to fill.

For such a short woman, Maribelle’s presence sure fills up a room. Nicky suddenly feels how big the backroom is. Too big for the intimate reunion of a bunch of mannequins, the most beautiful woman on earth, and herself.

Nicky looks at Jaida in her angelic white gown, scrambling for something to say, but luckily Jaida beats her to it.

“So, what’s your story, baby?” Jaida asks loudly, and her voice is not angelic at all. It’s brassy, and such a contrast with her everything. Nicky smiles, incredulous and electrified by the pet name. “Nikita? Sounds Russian, like a spy posing like a seamstress,” Jaida says, and eyes her with mock suspicion.

“My real name is Nicolette,” Nicky explains through the smile she can’t seem to tamper down. “Nicky, here. Americans pronounce Nicolette strangely.”

“No one in Starbucks ever gets my name right, if it makes you feel better. I think we’re just illiterate.”

Nicky wishes they could shake hands again. She watches Jaida play with the skirt of her gown, gathering fabric between her fingers, until she remembers why she’s there.

“Do you need a different corset?”

“Yeah, this one’s a little loose,” Jaida says apologetically as she twists from side to side in a corset too big for her bony frame.

“No problem, we have like a million of these,” Nicky smiles, but her smile freezes when she remembers the next step of the job she is supposed to do. “Can you, eh, take it off so I can measure you?”

“Yeah,” Jaida says, and starts pulling the sleeves of her gown down her arms like Nicky is not right in front of her chest.

Nicky turns around quickly to search for the measuring tape in her kit, and scolds herself into professionalism. She is a seamstress, for God’s sake, she has seen more naked women at her job than in her personal life. She tries not to linger on how sad that sounds.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

im in a prision of my own making because EVERY time i want to make a short silly oneshot my brain goes "well this plot is just not realistic" and i go "you're right i better add 10k words to this little nothing oneshot so that it makes perfect sense"

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

i'm watching video after video from The Nutcracker to figure out how to describe the way Clara's skirt moves when she dances and i finally found the perfect video because it moves right as i imagined it and i let out the loudest "UGH fuck me" in this coffee shop 😶

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

Wip Saturday, it's a thing

Halldoll meetcute won the poll, so here's 20 sentences for this wip:

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“Well, dear, I need to go, but I’m leaving you in very capable hands. Nikita, come here, I want to go over something.”

Jaida thanks Maribelle and turns to the mirror, swaying side to side to watch her long skirt pan out. Nicky unglues her eyes from her and follows Maribelle, expecting more instructions, but Maribelle corners her away from Jaida’s earshot and grips her wrist.

“Listen to me,” she hisses, holding Nicky’s wrist so hard that it makes her bend down to Maribelle’s height. “You see that pretty thing on the platform? Don’t look at her, look at me, and smile like everything’s perfect,” she says, twisting her lips into the grimace of something pretending to be human. “Lead ballerinas are prim, perfect, vain, capricious little creatures that will get you fired if your needle so much as grazes their porcelain skin, and you want to keep this job, don’t you?” she says as she nods slowly, until Nicky starts nodding with her. “This fitting needs to go perfectly, Nikita. You’re dealing with theater royalty. Act like it.”

Maribelle loosens her bruising grasp and Nicky straightens up. Instead of fear, the whispered threats ignite a fire in her.

She holds her sewing kit to her chest, the faded green canvas frayed on the edges from decades of use but still holding. Nicky bought it with the money from her very own savings when she was eleven, and it hasn’t left her side since.

She earned her place here. She can do this.

“I will see you later, ladies,” Maribelle claps, bringing Nicky back to the present.

With one last warning glare, she leaves them alone.

For such a short woman, her presence sure fills up a room. Nicky suddenly feels how big the backroom is. It’s just a bunch of old mannequins, the most beautiful woman on earth, and herself.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

Six sentence Sunday

“Nikita, meet this year’s Clara.”

The sewing kit drops to the floor.

On the fitting platform, wrapped in tulle, stands an angel.

Or, if Nicky can shush the violin orchestra in her mind and swat away the lilac clouds forming in her vision, a woman.

She fixes her eyes on Nicky’s through the mirror and makes her feel nailed to the floorboards. The loose fabric hangs from her shoulders like night robes for a princess, and when she spins around, the crystals catch every light in the room and she is lit up. She smiles, and it shines like diamonds.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

Six sentence Sunday for something that will be halldoll, I promise

Maribelle Bauer starts her mornings at 4:30 with three cups of coffee back to back. The first one comes from her Breville espresso machine, sipped while the sun rises over the buildings and enters through her kitchen window on the twelfth floor. She glares at the sun, and her disgruntled huffs make the steam of the mug cloud around her, making her look like the dragon her employees think she is.

The second one comes from the cart outside her building, the only cart that makes a decent cup of coffee in the whole goddamn city. She clutches it in her hand as she hails a cab, waits for a minute grumbling and tapping her foot, gets sick and stomps the six blocks to the theater.

The third cup is pressed into her hands the second she barges through the doors of the studio, brought to her by the new girl, Nicole or Nathaniel, some tall French thing that has started to follow Maribelle around like a stray dog that she made the mistake of feeding.

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

WIP name game (banana fofana)

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you so much @junosjukebox @sexynetra and @sapphire-to-the-rain for tagging me! Gonna tag @buffyathena @lemyankajuiced @thecollectionsof @stillmumu @missjanjie

I'll only do the wips at the forefront of my mind because if I do all 36 we're gonna be here forever.

Tattoo (Pirate au)

Mermaid Miri ch 1?

Sasha worship

The Peaceful Queen

The Witches' Village

halldoll meetcute (real)

Whisky

jealousy

this sure exists

Sashnetra bookstore

Dragon, princess, knight

You growl at the forest and the forest growls back

Wolfpack

Never alone in the woods

Wolfnali

Werewolf pri

Milena AU

Triad Vday date