~figures dancing gracefully~

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someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm,
figures dancing gracefully across my memory. 

@victuuri-week Day 5: Domesticity (Crossovers: Anastasia AU)

“Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory…”


(My first time using my new drawing tablet and program, forgive the quality)

An unoriginal Anastasia AU my friend an I are working on, where Yuuri is the lost prince of the Japanese royal family who are close friends/allies of the Russian royal family. Viktor is the Tsar disguised as a commoner, searching Russia for his lost love who has been missing since their escape from the mob that broke into the palace one fateful night, 10 years ago. More to come!

Once Upon A December:1

Hi!sorry for the late update but hey it’s here.The time shifts to ten years later.So I hope you enjoy.

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Prologue:
Part 1|Part 2

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Originally posted by malessia

10 years later.

Today was the day.Rhys could finally leave the orphanage.The owner was a shrewd woman and always told him that he was found on the street with no memory of himself but fortunately remembered his name.

He was heavily bundled and the owner was pushing him out the door.He waved goodbye to all his friends which literally meant the whole orphanage.The owner hissed,”Boy, it’s time to go.”

Rhys was still waving at them.The women walked forward with anger,”For years I put a roof over your head, put food in your belly and yet nothing in return was given to me.But, now you can go work in that fish factory.”

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In which Dean Winchester watches that show about ice skating because Charlie keeps bugging him about it, and Cas tags along. 

“Oh look, they kissed. I was right after all, Dean.”
“Jesus, Cas! That wasn’t a kiss, it was just a very dedicated hug, they were hugging.

Admittedly, the only reason Dean Winchester started watching that random anime that included ice skating, was because Charlie Bradbury -the sister he never wanted, but totally adored-, kept endlessly bugging him about it. Claiming that it had changed her life, or whatever. Begging Dean to watch it too so that they could geek out over it together, because she needed a buddy to fangirl with, doh.

It wasn’t Dean’s usual genre at all, but on a rainy Sunday afternoon when the bunker was quiet and boredom took over, he gave in and decided to give it a try. If only to make his friend happy, or to see what the fuss was all about.

He made himself comfortable on his bed, balancing his laptop on his legs, clicking on the first episode, rather skeptical when a cheesy song started playing as the intro began.

“What the-?” He sputtered to himself, but kept watching anyway.

Twenty minutes later, he understood, kinda. The show was strangely addictive. There was some humor, the main character was easy to relate to, and at some point Dean had a brief flashback to how he’d felt that one time when Gabriel let him believe that he was meeting his idol Doctor Sexy. Not to mention the other side of it all; the constant fear to fail or never being enough for anyone or anything.

He was about to eagerly click episode two, when a gentle knock on his door interrupted him, and Castiel walked in without waiting for a reply.

“Heya, Cas!” Dean greeted amiably, not bothered by it in the slightest; the personal space between them had gone out of the window altogether now that Cas was living in the bunker too. “Joining team bored?” He added, already scooting over to make room for the angel.

“So it would seem.” Castiel nodded, giving Dean an almost-smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. “Or perhaps I just like spending time with you.”

Dean ducked his head to hide his blush as Cas made himself at home on Dean’s bed, right there beside Dean, their shoulders firmly pressed together.

“What are we watching?” Castiel asked as Dean clicked ‘play’.

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“Once Upon A December” Past Life Recollection Spell

My first spell!! Inspired by one of my favorite animated movies, Anastasia. To help you recall details about your past life/lives!

Materials:
•Citrine
•Petrified wood
•Amethyst

Directions:
•Place the petrified wood close to your Earth Star chakra
•Hold the Citrine in one hand and the Amethyst in the other
•Make sure you’re calm, centered, and grounded. If meditating helps with this then it would be good to do that, but it’s entirely up to you.
•Recite these lyrics (singing them is optimal but certainly not required):

“Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember.”

If you’re having a hard time with the recall or it’s not working, rest and then try again at a later date. These things take time and it’s likely that it won’t work on the first try!

Once Upon a December (Part 3)

A/n: Hi guys! I’m sorry it took that long to publish this part but I was immersed in another literary project. Sorry! I hope you all like this and continue the story. Feel free to message me and feedback would be appreciated! Also, requests are open! And I’m just 3 followers away from reaching 700! Thanks guys! I love you!

Warnings: None.

Words: 1,549.

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Originally posted by wintersthighs

You sighed and took your coat from the hanger as the noise of plates being washed surrounded you. You felt your back aching from a whole day serving as a waiter. The owner of the place made a gesture with his chin to catch your attention and you walked towards him, taking the greasy envelope with your salary. You nodded, opening it and counting the bills to be sure everything was in order. Some of the bills were crumpled and filthy but it didn’t matter.

In a country immersed in a civil war the authorities didn’t complain about the state of the money. As much as you had it, it was fine.

You saluted your boss and kept the envelope inside your coat, trying to hide it as much as possible. You had a long trip to your house and you didn’t want anybody to place his or her dirty hands on your only way of survival.

You shivered as the cold wind hit you in the face, making yourself to wrinkle your nose. You put the collarbone up in an attempt to cover yourself as much as possible, even though it was useless.

The streets were poorly lighted with a lamppost. Some people were trying to get some rest, hidden in the main entries of the buildings. An old woman was under the ray of the lamppost, laying on the snowy ground. You thought that she was probably dead.

You had an tiny flat in one of the poorests neighbourhoods of the city. It had leaks and dirt everywhere. You had a mattress on the floor and a few pieces of cutlery.

It wasn’t the Imperial Palace, but at least you were one of those fortunate people that could sleep under a roof and had something to wrap themselves with.

Your feet led a path with your footprints on it, marked on the snow. You could see the condensation that escaped your lips as your breath came into contact with the cold temperatures.

Your feet led you to take another way to your flat you’d never taken before. The streets became more destroyed, even for a city immersed in a war. Even though, you could see the buildings had belonged to powerful people. The materials they were made of was richer than the ones used in the workers’ neighbourhood.

Your eyes observed the empty houses around you, wondering who were their owners. Several windows were broken and you could see people sleeping on the rubbles. Some of the old lamps showed an amount of antiquities you were sure you’d never be able to have.

You walked immersed in your own world, staring at the buildings that surrounded you. It had been a wealthy district on its day. Now it seemed like a ghost town.

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anonymous asked:

dancing bears, painted wings, things i almost remember. and a song, someone sings, once upon a december. someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a sliver storm, figures dancing gracefully, across my memory...

Mee is this you? This is my fave part of the movie tho it’s so magical

More water bending us sans and ht sans. US sans is a normal waterbender HT sans is a blood bender (magic bender)

slight story under the keep reading link :) if you’re curious.

Horrortale Sans @ sour-apple-studios 

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“Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory”

- This draw is Neshaa cosplaying princess Anastasia (I still love this song so much) and this is my first real digital drawing…