dancing in a ballroom (+ royalcore playlist )

i've been busy working these past days which limits me a lot but girl has to get her money somewhere :) anyways, I've been listening to y'all and hopefully, in my next video I can start putting lyrics on the songs.

keep suggesting songs/artist in the comments. i'm listening to y'all and videos are being made. thank you for your patience!!

[catsplaylist]

timestamps <3
0:00 howl’s moving castle — ost theme song
05:10 old russian waltz
08:58 young and beautiful, lana del rey
13:23 putting a spin on heather, egg
16:13 tiempo del vals, chayanne
21:36 el tango de roxanne, moulin rouge
26:17 jenny of oldstones, music box version
29:23 what falling in love feels like, jake25.17

[wahoosof]

Me getting dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt pretending I'm getting ready for 1900's Ball with my maids

[A.L.PRODUCTIONS]

This is me. I want this aesthetic. I want the old fashioned ballroom dresses with the corsets, I want the old fashioned letters stamped in wax, I want the mysterious murders. I want it all.

[yuliwinda]

oh my god here i am, imagine myself as a princess in a novel who fall in love at the first sight with the antagonist while we're dancing in the ballroom

[emmabutler]

I'm currently wearing my dark academia cardigan whilst writing an essay and this is the best thing to motivate me lol

[julianamelendez]

I'm currently at my very dark academia looking dining table doing extra credit work with this playing in the background. I don't think it could get any better than this

[Hannas.typing]

I told my boyfriend I wanna dance to this with him in a huge ballroom in a pretty castle and hes down for it 🥺❤ time to find myself a gown and a castle to live the main character life I deserve lmao

[teehee]

i remember being in waltz class, my teacher played this exact video. royal ballroom is one of the best dance classes i have ever took.

[HH-vvqi]

I am listening to this while doing English homework and it's raining outside rn.
My life couldn't be more complete

[tarabjelan]

“you can’t be serious!” he was swirling her around the ballroom with such grace and gentleness yet he was holding her hand so tightly that she twitched from pain.
“yes i am ! and besides why would you care peter ? i thought you were marrying? no? “ she looked him straight in the eyes, the gap between them so small their lips almost touching. “don’t do that” he pleaded but he was firm, put together yet tara could see brokenness in his eyes. “ why is that hurting you peter ? you choose that path, you choose to marry, you choose her.” they danced and danced, they were absolutely the best dancing couple on the dance floor, that night. they were every night, every ball, the best dancing couple, they followed each other and it seemed like they were one person, one shadow twirling around the ballroom. their heartbeats were the same, their eyes fixed only on each other’s eyes, their hand movements always in sync, always following each other most graciously and everyone could feel, when they danced, this crazy, passionate energy that radiates the whole ballroom, it was more like love making in the most intimate yet sacred way. “you know very well why i choose her. you know very well why i choose to marry. so sweetling let’s end this charade you and i are playing all these months.” her look was angry but confused. “charade ? oh yes, let’s end it. what is it that made you choose such an ill fate for yourself, dear peter.” it was like spite was coming from her mouth, spitted in her words, but it was far from that, it was just her shield, her walls to protect herself from getting hurt, getting rejected, as she was used to it for so many times. her hard life taught her that trick. be cold and hateful and no one will see the core of your heart and soul, for who would want to go through spikes and knifes to love her ?
he would. even if it meant he would lose everything and himself he would. and he did.
“anne..careful..you know what you are doing.”
“and what am i doing?” she looked him straight in the eyes.
“you and i are the same person, same mind split in two people, i know how you breath, as you know how i do, don’t make me say something i shouldn’t.”
“oh please do ! please do peter ! i’m tired for always waiting a certain answer and then never getting it! i’m tired of watching others and never ever getting anything myself ! i’m tired do you hear me ?! i’m tired !” it was enough for peter he twirled her till the end of the ballroom and grasped her hand tightly and took her out of the room into the gardens. “where do you think you are taking me ? “ it was a beautiful night and when they stood by the porch looking at the sea, moonlight was shining on them.
“you wanna know the reason why i’m marrying her?” he said breathing heavily.
she looked at him in disbelief, what is there more to say to his marriage or knowing the real reason.
“i’m marrying her, because you are leaving, because you won’t be there, because you don’t exist here and i don’t exist in your world, because i might never see you again or hear your voice or learn something new from you or hear your rattling about history and life generally and getting a chance to admire your intelligence, i won’t hear your advice and thinking seven heavens she is so mature and i won’t get to see more of your talents..i just won’t get to be with you. so i decided i should marry kate and rather live my life with a woman who likes me and who is unfortunately instead of you here. lastly all that i did and why it hurts me so is because..anne..i’m desperately, deadly, perfectly in love with you.” she was in awe, shock. no, she was in pure bliss, happiness for she felt the same way but never thought he felt anything close. her whole life she only experienced rejection and unrequited love and now this perfectly imperfect man is standing in front of her, whom she loves, telling her he loves her too. she never thought anyone would say those words yet alone he. she never said anything about her feelings for she was to scared to love, to like, she felt like a fool, she didn’t know what to do so she acted like she doesn’t love and doesn’t care when all she wanted was to open and jump into his embrace truly but her fear of love was blocking her. now he stands here and she is completely speechless. “i..i…dont know what to say..you..love me ?” she said that almost in a whisper to afraid of the answer, too afraid her imagination let her believe she heard what she thought she heard. he came closer, took her by the waist and watched her most tenderly and lovingly “yes, my love, i completely, utterly, truly love you. how come you never saw that ?”
she was captivated by him. “i was too afraid to love you myself that i never allowed myself to have such dreams and fancies”
“sweetling, i think you and i were two fools so captivated by each other and so much in love that we were afraid that if we clutch each other we would break. we were so hurt in the past but now we found each other, two missing pieces..you are the most perfect being in my life.”
“peter, i..” before she could finish hekissed her, he kissed her first gently but as the kiss deepened it got more passionate, more hungry, more desperate, like both of them wanted this for ages, centuries and now they finally got their one chance to truly feel each other. peter was kissing her so badly, like it was the last kiss they will ever share, anne moaned in his mouth and he just continued and it looked like a poetry, a symphony of their mouths. when they finally let go of each other they smiled. “anne i love you in the all the ways that exist in this world i won’t leave you.”
“and i love you too peter, i love you, i love you, i love you.” she finally said those words she was so afraid to ever say but now, she’s not afraid anymore. their foreheads “kissed” each other and they were standing like that for a moment. and for that one brief, shining moment it seemed like the world had stopped and all that could be heard was the music from the ballroom that was echoing in their ears as they finally confessed what was on their hearts for so long.

[cherryslushiexx]

he takes my hand and grasps my waist as we twirl to the never ending music. he looks in my eyes a way no one ever has. his glance goes to my lips as my eyes still locked on his.
“ Are you okay?” I question.
“ Yes, I am.” He smirks while glancing at my arms and to my hands.
“ I notice you don’t have a ring on your finger... are we not interested in the men here?” He says.
It’s not that I’m not interested just can’t find the one.
“ I don’t have one. The men here seem to not be the right one.” I sigh.
“ I could change that for you love..just tell me when. You’re stunning love. Trust me I won’t mess this up.” He says as he hoists me up in the air. I smile with fear and joy.
He leans in my ear. Lips too close. As if he would kiss me right then and there.
“ Don’t worry love I’ve got you.” His voice raspy and deep.

[shivanikshirsagar]

Eyes, it's all in the eyes, the way they glide, the way the smile, the way the tell what words can't - eyes, eyes, fantastic eyes - and his were fastened on mine, like the prettiest brooch in my collection, made of emerald and pearls, a butterfly, on the verge of flight, but pinned to a woman's dress because what's beautiful is always prisoned, or made into an object of admiration just to catch the right eye, like his on mine, right now, at this moment. I saw him whisper to his partner, an inconsequential woman, no doubt, and sauntered towards me, and I smiled, a curve that broadened and broadened, till all I was huge gaping mouth, ready to devour him, this beautiful boy - when he bowed, and I curtsied, and he looked me in the eye, and my heart leapt like a fish desiring land over life giving water, and he said, "Quite the lady, aren't you?" Scorn. Taken aback, I answered, "Quite the gentleman you make, passing remarks on the fly -"
"Oh but it wasn't on the fly. I caught your judgmental stare and I have come to return it to you. Shall we...? He extended his hands, waiting for a dance, and before I could even grasp his words, I had already grabbed his hands, and he my waist, and we waltzed - all eyes on us, but I squirmed. A worm caught in the web, I smelled danger.
"Why are you upset with me?"
"Why are you your father's daughter? Somethings can't be explained. They just are."
"One is the accident of birth. Other is circumstantial. Don't think me a fool. Tell me."
He looked at me. In his eyes I saw a new metaphor rise for anger: ice - icebergs that sink, ice that stabs that melt with no weapon in sight, ice that breaks bones, ice under which one disappears never to be seen again. I shivered.
"Circumstantial, is it? Do you know who I am?"
I looked at him closely. Something stirred.
"Ahh" He sounded bitter. "Brilliant. This is brilliant. How soon the wealthy forget. My father was your tutor."
Oh lord. Not him. I stopped dancing, but he didn't. His grip on my waist tightened, and I was dragged along. But my body wasn't there. It was in the past, when we were little children. How could I ever forget! My first love, a love torn, a heart broken, and cowardice. I had fallen for him, the soft hearted, gentle tutor's son. Even in memory I couldn't utter his name. I didn't deserve it, even though all my heart did was scream his name, something I had learnt to silence over the years. He was a brilliant student, an honest one, and the tutor hoped his services would earn him fortune's favour. But my father...he had begun to grow suspicious of us, and one day we got caught, and when confronted, I got scared, and I turned on him, and told my father, that he had been seducing me and I was innocent - and who did they believe? Not once did he utter a cry of protest. His eyes said it all. The betrayal, the pain, the shock. He and his father were dismissed from our service, their name tarnished, and I learnt to crush my conscience, because it was a weight I couldn't live with, until today, when it reared its head, and its fury staggered me.
"Oh my god..." I whispered, my eyes welling up. I wanted to disappear into the folds of the earth.
He was cold in my arms.
"You...I...I am sorry. I am so sorry. I -"
"Yes, Ma'am?" He hissed.
"I was scared. I was a child..."
"So was I."
"I didn't know what to do!" I cried, loud enough to make heads turn
"Creating a spectacle again, aren't we? What will you do this time? Blame it all on me?" We had stopped dancing. My hands shook. An idea began to form in my head, what I should have done then. I took a deep breath, and kissed him. The tidal ocean pounding against the shore. The force of it had him nearly falling over but this time I held him. No more falls. No more lies. I opened my eyes, and the music had stopped too.
With one look at the crowd, I grabbed him by the hand, and ran for the door. Privacy is anyway denied to a woman; might as well snatch it from their hands before they'd even notice. I ran, his hand in mine, children once more, out of the door before the adult world caught up.
"What was that?" He yelled behind me. "Not now!" I shouted back, happiness snaking back into my heart, returning home after a long absence. We had a lot to talk, as the darkness swallowed us, the party fading; all that remained was him and I, and a story to resume.





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[caitlinaronoff]

When Covid is over I’m hosting a ball for my town and these songs are making the playlist!!

[blondiebobondie]

How To Get a Wife
By Mr Darcy

*"This is a charming House"*


he's trying at least I mean I doubt half of us would manage to say something

[ally-miji]

I NEED a fancy elegant dress to put on while listening to this 😩🖐

[OrchidsAndFairyLights]

Authors 🤝 Maladaptive Daydreamers
Using the heck out of playlists for inspiration

[pinheadlarry]

I feel kinda out of place here being a 21 year old dude, but something about this music is so nice. I can’t help it, my ears love it. Makes me feel happy and relaxed.

[wow]

I watched them dance. From afar. With these thoughts lingering in my mind, “That was suppose to be me”. And it truly was! The focus was on THEM only. The way her dress swayed as they spun…her emerald eyes that lit the room up. Why couldn’t that be me? Why?! He was suppose to love me and me only. I rushed to the door, pushing it open with tears in my eyes. These crystal clear tears flew into the wind as I ran and ran until I reached somewhere far away. The ocean. I walked towards it, admiring the reflection of the moon…. But I heard a voice. His voice. I quickly turned, watching him walk towards me with his perfect, charming smile. He finally reached me, pressing his self against me as we kissed. At this point… we were in the water. It was everything I dreamed of. But why am I drowning?

*Was the man I love truly here with me?*

[blackvelvet]

Everybody talking about how wonderful it is dancing with your prince charming when there's me and my class enemy stepping on each other's foot and laughing at each other while trying to keep a straight face and dancing altogether 😭

[TheMossyRock]

Everyone else: Imagining themself as the royalty






Me: imagines myself being a knight and making my girlfriend the queen and pledging to serve her until I die 🙃

Edit: we broke up 🥲

Edit 2:
3 YEARS SINCE WE DATED BUT WE MIGHT BE GETTING BACK TOGETHER 🥳