#Esmerelda

[frenchublog]

💃...

[malotte00]

Girls ✨

[ssavaart]

This is Emerelda.

She's my 1967 Mercury Cougar XR7.

You may have seen her in my videos. She's my only car. My daily driver.

My son Logan and I have been restoring her for the past 7 years (since he was 14) and we're mostly learning as we go as I knew NOTHING about cars when this whole thing started.

We've driven her all over Tennessee together.

Especially when Logan decided he wanted to learn how to cosplay, and joined the 501st as a First Order Snowtrooper.

Other than having to replace the engine 10 months into owner her... she's been really reliable.

We named her after Harvey Fierstein's character from my film Animal Crackers.

My son is away at college now and he's on his way home for the summer where he's already got a list of things he wants to fix on her.

It's been a great experience learning alongside him.

I still know so little about cars... but who cares?

We're learning together.

[annadrawscg]

frollo

[josh-lanceero]

[maluuustrawberry]

Undesirable encounter

(Claude Frollo X Female reader)

Synopsis: You were the new seamstress in Paris and Frollo suspects that you were harboring Romani in your shop. It looks like your first start was more tense than you expected...

A/n: I confess that I am in love with the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and I especially love the book. I hope you readers like it, and if you want to give me tips I accept (you can correct me too) If you want other Disney characters, you can ask me💕.

Part.2 (Final)

(Guys, I don't know if you know, but the word "gypsy" is a slur and should not be used, the correct one is "Roma" Or "Romani people" I put "Gypsy" only in Frollo's lines since you know the type of person he is.)

It was just another ordinary day in Paris, you had arrived in the city a few months ago and worked as a dressmaker. You immediately became known for the beautiful dresses you produced for the girls and the beautiful clothes for the boys too. You had an excellent aesthetic sense.

But what you had in the way of talent, you also had in the way of kindness. When you heard about the persecution of the Romani people, you felt touched by the situation and decided to help them. It was very risky, but you weren't going to stand by and let it happen like the other citizens of Paris were doing, letting themselves be manipulated by Frollo and his hate speeches. There was a basement in your house that you used to store fabric and sewing materials. You took advantage of that room to help some Romani hide in case of emergency if they were being chased by the guards and if there was no time to run to the court of miracles.

And so it went on, you were extremely careful not to leave any traces, until one day or another these "rumors" ended up reaching the judge.

You were sewing up the sleeves of a client's dress, which had been placed in the moulage to make it easier for you to work, and your attention now turned to the bell that rang as soon as the door was opened. Immediately, the atmosphere of the place changed when you saw who had entered. You knew those clothes, the face worn by age and you couldn't forget that look of superiority and pride, because himself thought he was important and better than everyone because of his opposition and faith. Looking behind those glass windows, you could also see some of his men at the front of the store:

“Bonjour, madame.” Frollo said sternly, snapping you out of your thoughts. That thick, authoritative voice gave you the creeps. “I'd like to know who owns this establishment. Your husband is here?”

“A-Ah! Good morning...” You forced a smile and stuck the needle into the moulage so you wouldn't lose it. “Your Honor, I'm the owner, and no, I don't have a husband.”

As you said this, the judge looked you up and down with contempt. Of course, in the 16th century, a young woman like you not being married was a disgrace to society, and on top of that, being able to read and owning your own business was even worse. You weren't tense or nervous with him in your store, on the contrary, you were so calm... After all, you cleaned out the basement and removed any evidence as soon as a family of Romani's moved out recently:

“I've received information that you've been harboring gypsies in your house and I'm here to find out the facts, have you been harboring gypsies?” He got straight to the point.

“No, sir.” You pretended to be as honest as possible, fortunately you were good at lying.

“You know that if you lie, the sentence for insubordination is death...” He moved closer in an attempt to intimidate her.

“My conscience is clear. You have permission to investigate my store, since my words don't apply to you.”

“If I wasn't allowed to, seamstress, I'd still make a point of searching this place from top to bottom, whether you agree or not.”

The older man signaled for some of his men to enter the store before you could protest or complain. Since you were the only one who seemed to have enough courage to go against the judge's ideas when you were right. They went in and started rummaging around for clues, looking everywhere, even under the skirts of the dresses on the mannequins.

Frollo looked you up and down in an nothing unobtrusive way, you didn't notice the glances, but as soon as you did, it gave you the creeps and you avoided looking back at him. He had never noticed you in the city before and he noticed your accent, deducing that you might be a foreigner. The judge couldn't take his eyes off you, you were a very beautiful woman and seemed so delicate, and it seems that some feeling awakened in him when he saw that you were without gloves and your dress showed your shoulders. He came out of his thoughts when a guard approached:

"Sir, we've looked everywhere and found nothing..." Being a clever woman, an idea came to your mind: perhaps it would be better if they looked at everything to leave you alone.

"Have you looked in my basement, gentlemen?" you asked, kicking the rug that hid the small door in the wooden floor of your store.

Frollo was suspicious, but sent his men in to search every corner of the small cellar. Fortunately, they didn't find anything either, just sewing materials and expensive fabrics. After looking around in vain, the men left the store, leaving you and the judge alone:

“I apologize for this inconvenience.” He said as you went to the moulage to finish the dress.

“You shouldn't believe every rumor out there, Your Honor, not all of them can be true.” You said politely. “but apologies accepted, I know it was for the good of Paris and you care a lot about the city.”

Returning to work, you thought he would leave after all that had happened and notice you "busy" sewing, but no, he stayed in the store while walking slowly around analyzing his surroundings:

“This basement...” He pointed to the carpet above the small door. “Why was it hidden?”

“I don't see the need to show everyone that I have a basement here.” You replied nonchalantly. “and besides, I think that old door would spoil the pretty look of my store.”

Frollo didn't seem to believe in that very much, but you shrugged and continued sewing. There were a few seconds of silence, you could only hear his footsteps coming towards you and could feel that man's gaze on you all the time, causing you a certain nervousness or fear. What did he want anyway?

“Do you want anything else?” you asked in an attempt to break the silence and take your mind off the discomfort of feeling his gaze on you, stopping your sewing and looking at him now.

“I just want you to know.” He said, standing close and looking at her with disgust. “I'll keep an eye on you, I won't trust a literate, single woman so easily... I know women of your kind.”

“I don't think who I am or what I do has anything to do with helping... Ouch!” You interrupted yourself with pain when you felt the needle pierce your finger. It was normal for this to happen when were working with sewing, but it had never been this deep, Maybe it happened because of the anger you was feeling at that moment.

Immediately you dropped the needle out of sheer instinct, and in a quick and daring moment Frollo grabbed your hand with a certain amount of force, bringing it in front of his face, which had a small smile of satisfaction on it. The judge was a sadomasochist, he enjoyed seeing someone in pain, especially when it was someone he thought deserved such a punishment. You were shocked by his attitude, you weren't expecting it and didn't know how to react. What was he doing? Frollo continued to hold your hand, watching the small drop of blood ooze from your pricked finger, but his attention wasn't just there, it was on your fingers, your soft skin and the sensation it brought when you touched it with the contact of the warm hand and his, which was a little cold:

“What are you doing?” You asked, with a bit of hatred for such a vulgar and daring attitude, and he laughed a little.

“What would the church think of a woman exposing her bare hands in front of a high-ranking man like me?” You had no reaction for fear. Gradually his fingers entwined in yours and you saw that his eyes went to your small cleavage and your bare shoulders. “And it's not just your hands that are exposed...”

You quickly pulled your hand free and he looked at you incredulously:

“My hands are only exposed because I can't wear gloves when I sew, and you still don't have the right to do that. It's in the Bible; If your eye or your hand causes you to sin, throw it away!” A small smile came to Frollo's face when he heard that.

“So bold... It's typical of women like you to turn away from guilt in order to confuse men's minds with pagan thoughts, but that doesn't matter any more...”

He walked away, heading for the door to leave, but first his attention turned to you:

“It was a nice chat, seamstress... I want you to make me a cloak and sew me a pair of gloves, I'll be expecting you to deliver them tomorrow night.”

After saying that, he left, leaving you with no reaction to what had just happened. You were angry, but at the same time relieved that he hadn't found out. As soon as he left, you stared at your hand, which he touched and intertwined with his large, thin fingers. You'd have to be more careful now, he'd be stalking you and the reason wouldn't just be because he suspected you of helping the Romani people, it would be because of something else and you know exactly what it was and what his intentions were...

End...

[kirans-wonderland]

Hunchback of Notre Dame doodles to celebrate the musical returning to me

~~~~~~~~ Guess whose face I like level: impossible

[secret-art-central]

(Piece by Piece by @sm-baby)

Finally decided to finish my Piece by Piece OCs. Poor guys have been on the back burner for ages!

From left to right we have: Edith, Harper, Queen Lorenza, Esmerelda and Sven

They're all siblings, with Sven being oldest, and Edith and Esmerelda(twins) being youngest. Edith has been missing for a while, though... as has Harper, ever since the failed assasination of the white king, the one which Sven, since executed, was in on as well.

Esmerelda isn't doing too fine, either. Soon, she'll have to face the secret she has been trying so hard to keep from her kingdom. Sooner than she realizes...

[the-barefoot-hatter]

people, can't believe i have to say this, Asha and Isabella don't look alike. look at the wildly different profiles! they are just both disney brown girls with dark hair in purplish dresses

Similarly, Asha does not look like Esmeralda

or even really Elena

you know who's face profile she does map over?

friggin'

rapunzel

the hair even parts in the exact same place!

c'mon disney, did you have to reuse this body model AGAIN? you think just because you tweaked it very slightly, we wouldn't recognize the same silhouette??

disney, you just did Encanto, did you learn nothing about designing female characters? You also did Raya, and Strange Worlds, and Moana-

let 2010 gooo already

[clarinartiste]

Needlessly obsessed with the fact that we have such a specific given time for The Hunchback of Notre Dame (January 6th, 1482) when we don’t have that for many other Disney films, it gives it an interesting kind of historical fiction element

The wars that Phoebus returns home from are (possibly?) the Burgundian Wars and the War of the Burgundian Succession. Although he remarks “You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything” so he may have fought in some earlier wars too

Also, Esmeralda’s line that “I bet the king himself doesn’t have a view like this” makes me wonder… where’s the king during all of this? Probably off fighting the Habsburgs?

Ok but imagine a scenario where one of Louis XI’s messengers tells him about Frollo burning down Paris and he’s like “he did WHAT to my city?!”

live footage of Louis XI returning to France

[glimersims]

she's progressing guys

[frenchublog]

[exilethegame]

kinda curious to see whether the ros would choose loved and lost OR to never have loved at all. if u can maybe u can add in esme, emeline and marcelle? (also sorry if this had already been asked b4!)

oooh... fun 👀

Love and lost: Vethna, Sabir, Amilia, Freedom, Emeline, Esmerelda Never loved at all: Nikke, Jost, Syfyn, Marcelle

[vasyandii]

THoND OC: Vihaan Douangdara 🦚

[disneyesque-dreams]

Sanctuary

By Bailie Rosenlund

[josh-lanceero]

doodle doodle