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LOOKBOOK — AND NOW TO UNSEE WHAT I’VE SEEN  :  new year’s eve @ gusteau’s !

for a better view of sally’s dress details , click  HERE  !  (  slight nsfw warning .  ) sally has , in typical fashion , strayed off the intended path in terms of the party’s great gatsby theme / style . she’s instead chosen to wear something that not only does she feel most comfortable in , but that she’s handmade herself . accessorizing with some pieces of jewelry she already owned and sticking with her classic oxblood lipstick , she may not be the most enthralling attendee , but she’s certainly proud of herself regardless . while she tends to linger about the sidelines during events such as these , maybe tonight will be the night she forays into the folds of the crowd ... or maybe not .

#fantasiafalls:event002 #pretend some of that dress isn't .. . . quite ? as sheer lmao #can u tell i struggled with sally's wah #oh well i did my best #using great gatsby soundtrack lyrics for this made me use my only functional braincell

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cassats: Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith Beheading Holofernes (Uffizi), 1620

Artemisia Gentileschi, Judith Beheading Holofernes (Uffizi), 1620

#blood tw #gore tw #my unexplained hc of the night is that sally adores artemisia gentileschi thank u #tbt : aes ! #if this needs to be tagged w anything else lmk #death tw #murder tw

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Two in the morning during the winter was certainly not when Pitch would have expected to see someone coming out of the forest, but there he was on the edge of the woods face to face with a someone dressed in what he assumed was hiking attire. Her hair was a little messy, presumably from the wind and trees, however she seemed complexly unfazed by her appearance. Nor did she have much of a reaction to coming across someone else that close to the Bald Mountain forest in the middle of the night. 

“And here I thought I was the only one who enjoyed the woods at this hour,” Pitch remarked as he approached the other. “Unless, of course, you were merely lost in the dark.”

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NIGHT HAD BARED  its shadowed fangs & sunken them into the throat of rome pines hours ago , bathing the town in frigid darkness and twinkling starlight in such a rush that it scarcely seemed like daylight had ever existed . and while most residents were certainly safe & cozy in their beds , adrift in their gossamer dreamlands , sally had found sleep to be little more than a ghost she could not chase . it was far from atypical , this — sally's sleep schedule was normal to her , but that was about as far as it went , in terms of what was generally considered  common  .

truth be told , she thrived beneath the light of the moon . it was when she found herself struck with the most inspiration ; and in fact , she often did most of her work at night . otherwise , she occupied her time as she pleased — just as she did tonight , with a walk throughout the dense forest surrounding the manor . she’d found a trail previously untouched and had just come out on the other side of it , frigid air rustling through her locks as fresh snow crunched underfoot , only to be greeted by the sight of another .

how peculiar , as the amount of times she’d been accosted before were few & far in between , but who was she to judge ? she’d no reason to play judge or jury , far less executioner . picking a dead leaf from her hair , her gaze ghosted over him with pensive consideration as he approached , letting his words settle in the stretch of space between them before answering .   “   ah . what a funny thing it is , to believe you are an  only  within a world of so many ...   ”   it wasn’t said with derision , but rather with the air of someone who knew fully well just what it was to have believed such a thing .   “   i live in these woods .   ”   true enough . on the other side of them , at least .   “   but i can’t say i’ve noticed you here before , either .   ”   unsaid , though implied by her tone , is the  though i’m sure that’s intentional  .

#tbt : interactions ! #sally and pitch are just like . eyes emoji @ each other #pitch: what are u doing here? sally: hm good question but i raise u this point: what are /u/ doing here? #ladCFJSDI

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secondstcr​:

           WHILE ZARINA DID not usually mind the smell of cinnamon, this scent was too much. waving her hand in front of her nose, the dark haired woman scrunched her nose up a little. “ oh – this isn’t done on purpose ? “, she wondered, genuinely surprised. in fact, the woman had assumed that this was some sort of wicked attempt to spread more christmas cheer. if so, than zarina would pick mariah carey a thousand times over this persistent smell. and she was not a big ‘ all i want for christmas is you ‘ fan. “ how can you work in this ? it’s so… dominant ? “, zarina stated quite the obvious. 

“   NOT BY MY  hand , no . though i doubt it was done on purpose regardless ... they seemed awfully apologetic .   ”   a soft huff of a laugh ghosted passed sally’s lips , and she allowed her gaze to drift from zarina to span across the shop thoughtfully . it was definitely an aggressive scent , even hours since the incident .   “   to be quite honest with you , my head is still throbbing . but this , as offensive as it may still be , is a vast improvement from this morning ..   ”   her sinuses had been burning , eyes watering , the whole nine yards .   “   i had to step outside more than once , but i suppose i’ve just adapted to it since .   ”   it wasn’t really an option for her to leave , not if she wanted to close shop early & lose profit for the day .

#tbt : interactions !

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                          ◟· ☆ ʿ ˔ ⭒ ˑ ˒ ☾   STARTER ft. sally  || meme . ☽ ˓ ˑ ⭒ ˔ ʾ ☆ · ◝

               " YOU HAVE SPRINKLES in your hair – “, the girl’s words caused wendy’s hands to immediately and automatically move up to her hair, seaching for the remnants of her cookie decorating afternoon in her locks. “ oh gosh… how did those end up in there ? “, the eldest darling giggled, shaking her head gently as she giggled upon finding one of the sprinkles. “ i swear i did not get into a food fight or something – i literally have no idea how these got up in here. “, wendy laughed. “ are there any more ? “, she wondered, lowering her head a little for the other to see. { @ragstitched​ }

“   AT LEAST IT’S  just a handful of sprinkles . i’m sure there could be worse things to find in your hair — spiders , for instance .   ”   the attempt at supplying some sort of encouraging reassurance had certainly fallen flat on its face , but at least she’d tried , sally thought . sweeping one last sharply analytical gaze over wendy’s form , much in the same way she would check her handiwork for errors , sally gave a concise shake of her head in response .   “   from what i can see , you’re in the clear . no sprinkles ... no spiders , either , in case you were worried .   ”  

#tbt : interactions !

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☽   ;   @chiarxscurx​ said  :   ❝ do you want to get a picture with santa ? ❞  from  JESSIE  !

HOLIDAY PHOTOS HAD  become a thing of her past , little more than picture frames stuffed in dusty old boxes . a memory she’d rarely revisited in more recent years , admittedly . though she’d begun to partake in other festive activities , she hadn’t yet come back around to taking photos — there were few people to send holiday cards to , and even fewer reasons for her to seek mall santas out on her own . but jessie seemed excited , and it wasn’t some herculean task to stand and smile for a picture — she could chalk it up to a good memory , in time . acquiescing with a short nod , sally peered behind the other woman to where santa sat , as artificially cheerful as ever .   “   i don’t see why not ... lead the way .   ”

#tbt : interactions ! #wow im late late LATE !

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xrendelsa​:

elsa had flicked blue eyes from the tiny flame to the larger ones coming from the fireplace not even ten feet away and as she pointed it out at least she got a more logical reason as to why the girl seemed to be hugging the flame of the candle. “ah…” elsa finally said looking at the (very out of date) windows. “yes…i have been meaning to get the windows replaced. they are all original and apparently let in a good gust every now and then. you can always move the candle if you need to.” she pointed out to the girl. im sure any of the tables wouldn’t mind.” 

SALLY EYED THE  windows with an odd sort of appreciation , even as elsa seemed to speak of them in a rather abashed manner . she’d grown up in an old home , surrounded by old things , and the draft hardly bothered her . she might even say it was familiar . comfortable , in its own way . despite that , however , the fact still remained that something was better than nothing , windows that occasionally let a breeze slip by included .  “   i wouldn’t worry yourself over it too much . i really don’t mind the draft — it reminds me of home .   ”   sally rose to pluck the candle from the table with nimble fingers , before finding it a new home across the room where it would remain safe .  “   how long ago did the motel come into your possession ?   ”

#tbt : interactions !

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Domenico Tintoretto, The Penitent Magdalene, 1598-1602 c. (details)

#tbt : aes ! #thinking emoji

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☽   ;   @oogicsgirl​ said  :   🎄  from  SHOCK  !

IT WASN’T HARD  to see that sally was not exactly the holliest , jolliest elf during the holiday season . while she’d celebrated each and every holiday with her mother and father as a child , that had quickly come to an end upon her arrival at percival’s home . the doctor had been a man of science , tried & true , and he rarely ever budged from his staunch stance on the holidays . she’d not decorated the first christmas after his passing , but each year since , she’d done a little more to try and slip into the holiday spirit the way many others did : baking cookies , hanging garland , purchasing a tree , etcetera . even three years later , it sometimes felt like a lonely charade — but she enjoyed it regardless if it meant she was free to do as she pleased , with no one to yell at her , call her insolent or foolish or redundant ; she would select a tree from a farm and dress it how she pleased , with no one to shame her for wanting a glimmer of happiness during the long , grey winters of rome pines .

they sat in the living room , sorting through her eclectic assortment of tree decorations . there was a smattering of vintage ornaments scattered about , some cracked or near completely broken that she’d taken into her care out of a feeling of sadness for the forgotten pieces ; a raw cluster of quartz , an amethyst point . an ethically sourced jawbone from some sort of predator - a fox , sally believed . the very first thimble she’d owned . it was not very merry , by most standards , but she adored all of her little odds & ends .   “   i still haven’t found a tree topper that feels ... right .   ”   sally intoned softly , as though stuck in some sort of hazed reverie , carried away by her wondering at what should take the apparently prized spot atop the tree .   “   but i’m happy enough without one , so maybe i’m not meant to keep looking .   ”

#i am absolutely willing to bet her christmas decorations are haunted . #brO MY GIF HUNT KEEPS GOING UNRESPONSIVE >:(

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☽   ;   @secondstcr said  :   ❄️  from  PENNY  !

THOUGH CLOSING TIME  had begun drawing closer as the minutes eased by , sally hardly had the heart to ask the woman perusing the shop to leave . not with the way it’d begun to snow outside — it would be cruel , and likely very  dangerous  , to send her on her way in the middle of what was looking to become a full on blizzard . the taut , anxious feeling that lingered about her like an omen only exacerbated her worry . she’d begun her usual routine of tidying up , but with another nervous glance cast out the storefront windows , she approached her final customer of the night .   “   it’s looking pretty harsh out there ... and , well , i’d feel quite terrible if i let you leave in the middle of this . of course , i won’t force you to stay if you feel uncomfortable — but if you’d like , there’s an apartment above the shop that i’ve converted into something of a studio . you’re more than welcome to join me up there for a warm drink while we wait out the storm , i just need to lock up first .   ”   she punctuated her offer with an upward quirk of her her lips , hoping that she appeared far more like a well intentioned , albeit concerned , stranger , and not a complete creep .

#tbt : interactions !

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☽   ;   @secondstcr said  :   ❝ it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell . ❞  from  ZARINA  !

YES , IT CERTAINLY  did  . sally was well aware that the boutique was flooded with the cloying scent of cinnamon , and that it had been since earlier in the morning , when a previous customer had broken a vial of perfume . though she’d done her best to air the space out , it was far too cold out to leave the windows or back door propped open for prolonged periods of time . her chin dipped in acknowledgment , and sally offered zarina her most apologetic of looks .   “   i do apologize for the inconvenience — unfortunately there was a spill earlier in the morning , and i’ve been doing my best to air the store out since . it’s a particularly ...  persistent  fragrance , it would seem .   ”   at least there would be no arguing that the perfume was well made . the longevity was astounding . her temples were absolutely throbbing .

#tbt : interactions ! #sally is like. . . i like cinnamon but Not Like This :( #holiday rush has people screwing up the store smh

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☽   ;   @xrendelsa​ said  :   ❝ you know, we have a fireplace for a reason . ❞

FROM HER PERCH  on one of the motel chairs , sally quickly retracted her hand from where it cupped around the flame of a lit candle . with the roads growing slick with ice as slush froze over & the snow falling in heavy sheets , it hadn’t seemed like a safe idea to continue driving home . luckily , however , she’d been a mere minute from the hotel when she’d come to the decision ; now , she fixed elsa in the crosshairs of her focus , a good humored twinkle in her eyes and a smile just barely curving her mouth .   “   ah , there’s a bit of a draft  — i didn’t want it to burn out . though should i find myself needing to warm my hands , i’ll be sure to seek out the hearth .   ”

#tbt : interactions ! #sally is like oh no i'm sorry it's not like that -

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( marilyn lima, demifemale, she/they )╰ ✧ ˔ ⭒ magic is in the air ! oh wait - that’s just our newest neighbor, SALLY FINKELSTEIN, the TWENTY-FIVE year old SEAMSTRESS. they’ve been relocated from pastoral city, and so far the locals claim that they’re SENSIBLE and DIFFIDENT, just like SALLY from THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS. if you ask me, they seem like the type to enjoy THE STEADY THRUM OF A SEWING MACHINE IN USE & BUNDLES OF HERBS HUNG TO DRY IN THE WARMTH OF YOUR KITCHEN. apparently, they are RELIEVED about entering rome pines, and i don’t think their power of CLAIRVOYANCE will help them this time. let’s just hope they can adjust to the new neighborhood…⭒˔ ╮{ ooc: honey, 22, EST, she/her }

hello again , my dears ! it’s honey again , bringing you all my dearest sally . some basic info / backstory can be found beneath the cut . please note that there are mentions of  parent death , death , mental illness , emotional abuse , & depression. if there is any other potentially triggering content that i’ve not tagged , please don’t hesitate to message me !

so , to start , sally actually was not effected by the fire in pastoral city in terms of losing her home or forcibly having to move as a result of it . she moved to rome pines around age nine shortly after the untimely death of her parents due to an accident . she would go on to move in with her estranged grandfather . he lived in an old manor on the fringes of bald mountain , alone up until sally’s arrival .

her grandfather , doctor percival finkelstein , was an arrogant & unstable man ; though he’d never deigned to receive a diagnosis , insistent that he had no faults , and certainly no symptoms of illness , he suffered from narcissistic personality disorder . he was a particularly controlling father and used manipulation & emotional abuse keep sally’s mother under his thumb . as a result , her mother had fled once she’d turned 18 & had kept him at arms length , especially after the birth of her daughter . his behavior had changed very little since that point , and he treated his granddaughter much the same .

living with him was similar to living with a warden : he was a severe man who expected sally to do as she was told the moment she was told to , and not a half second later . if she took to long , or did not perform to his liking , she was punished . if he said she wasn’t going out , as he frequently did , then she wasn’t going out & that was final . what he hadn’t accounted for , however , was sally’s determination . she would eventually find ways to creep past his watchful gaze , and would often sneak out at all hours of the night , returning in the early hours of the morning .

if dr. finkelstein caught her in the act , however , her punishment was swift . often he’d lock her in an old closet in pitch darkness and leave her there for hours on end under the guise of giving her time to think about what she’d done ; during these times sally would often sit in quietude and daydream about the day when she’d finally get away . when he returned , she’d put on an act of repentance that played to his ego . in this way , her rebellion was often quiet . there were moments where she’d talk back to her grandfather , but they were few & far in between . sally found that sometimes the best course of action was simply to bite her tongue and let him burn himself out so that she wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences .

as she often wasn’t allowed out save for school or other necessities , she found her own forms of entertainment at home . she could spend hours going through her grandfather’s old medical & biology textbooks , and she loved to work with her hands . her mother had taught her the basics of sewing before her death , and she’d often exhaust time by stitching together old blankets into something new . she would sneak flowers in from outside to dry and press between worn pages of a heavy thesaurus , which she kept hidden beneath her bed . 

as sally grew older , so too did percival , and his health & independence began to drift down a steady decline . he began to require more help at home than the chores he regularly tasked her with , and before long , she played more at being his caretaker than she did at being his granddaughter . it played into his hand rather favorably , unfortunately ; sally often felt overcome with guilt in regards to being there to assist him . he would frequently manipulate her by using the situation to his advantage . for instance , if sally insisted she had to go out for some reason that night - say it was school related , as that was often an exception , percival would turn and remind her that if she wasn’t there to make dinner , he’d be left to go hungry until she returned home . he would also regularly remind her that he was the reason she wasn’t on the street , or stuck in foster care , and that she ought to be grateful to him . it reinforced the feelings of guilt & responsibility she felt to him , and left her quite trapped .

up until the age of 22 , sally sacrificed much of her own happiness & social life in order to meet percival’s constant demands . he passed that winter , and in his wake , sally was left behind in the old manor with her memories . her grief was confusing ; a combination of equal parts relief , sadness , and you guessed it : more guilt .

she still resides in the old manor & is currently working on having it renovated . while the space houses some bad memories , she has high hopes that she can turn it into something that feels more like her home , and make happier memories within it . she used a portion of her inheritance money to purchase an empty storefront on the storybrooke strip and has recently opened up her very own boutique ! she sells her own products , mostly unique handmade / custom clothing , pieces of artwork / embroidery , and also partners with other local artisans to sell their products for a small percentage of the profit .

sally is noticeably sheltered & reserved . she was raised to be meek & obedient , seen and not heard . she still retains these behaviors , even if they sometimes frustrate her , as they’re what she’s known for years - she’s still figuring out who she is , and who she wants to be . she’s doing her best to break out of the shell she’d grown to protect herself , but as with anything else , it isn’t as easy as snapping ones’ fingers and having it be done . she trusts her intuition and is grateful for her independence , though sometimes this is a result of her being too afraid to ask for help . at first glance she might read as being timid or too distant , but truthfully she’s quite brave and ambitious .

her power of clairvoyance is a tricky thing , indeed . it’s not as simple as simply just knowing the future , or having a vision as clear as day to provide insight . her clairvoyancy manifests itself in a few notable ways : she will sometimes have flashes of a vision or a fleeting emotion or thought , though they’re rarely complete . if it’s related to an unknown person or situation , it can leave her quite puzzled ; sometimes she’s able to put the little pieces together and figure something out about the situation . she also tends to have strange dreams that seem very lucid about current , past , or future events . sometimes she just starts vibrating with this sudden anxiety and she’s like . . . is this just my usual anxiety or is something up

huge worrier . also a mom friend . she’s very used to putting others’ needs before her own , which isn’t good , but it’s normal to her and it’s not a habit she’s yet to break . it’s easier to care for others than to focus on herself .

she doesn’t care much for coffee , but she ADORES a good cup of tea. she’s also a pretty bad insomniac - sometimes her visions keep her awake , or she’ll wake up from one of her lucid dreams and be totally unable to sleep afterwards . the majority of her time spent learning to crochet , knit , sew & embroider took place during the dead of night because she couldn’t sleep , and she likes having something to do with her hands .

owns two cats and a snake !

if u see a spelling or grammar error no u didn’t . i am probably forgetting things but anyway

#fantasiafalls:intro #ok i know like canon is that he's her father i just wanted to do smth slightly different but also the same #idk thinkin emoji how do we Feel #parent death tw #death tw #mental illness tw #depression tw #abuse tw