#Altomare au

[cipher-the-sidhe]

They have something to bond over right away~

Shore (left) belongs to @theninjamouse from their amazing fic “Ocean on Fire”

[theha1rarch]

"you're right, you're right." steve responds, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "i just thought you might think it was cool if i told you i did karate as a kid." he lets out a light laugh now - the tone feels light enough that he can tease about this, but he'll change it if he needs to. "but you're also right about that last part ... i know i'm not a girl but god knows i've ignored my fair share of red flags in the past ..."

@theha1r  | spotify wrapped starters

🎁 + 45 | lie to girls by sabrina carpenter

    ❝    you don't have to lie to girls    ❞    she shakes her head, looking at him half-pointedly, but still soft enough.    ❝    if they like you they'll just lie to themselves.    ❞    he doesn't have to try so hard. she's not going to be impressed by that kind of thing. but also... once the feelings hit- no one needs to try so hard anyway.

[f1version]

ONCE UPON A DECEMBER ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ CS55

pairing: prince!Carlos Sainz Jr. x princess!reader ( she/her )

summary: Once upon a December, be loved by Carlos was something your heart used to know.

warnings/info: royalty au — not in the present, angst, fluff, non explicit character death (you don’t see it happen), fighting, revenge, reader is 20 and Carlos is 22. also lewis and lando are extras in this, charles is mentioned.

word count: 1.2k

note: literally how did we get here. this was supposed to be holiday-themed, but i guess is just winter-themed, kind of. In my defense, the story starts on the 25th and mainly happens in December. I couldn't resist, this song just transported me to another reality.

i was deeply inspired by the song: once upon a december by christy altomare. i listened it for as long as it took me to write this. enjoy!!!

snowglobe, a holiday special

You stood by the window, red dress covering the high heels on your feet. Almost eight minutes had passed since you asked to be left alone in your chamber. You are anxious; a small part of you is afraid of the royals in the ballroom, which is why the golden band on your finger is twirled over and over again. It's calming. Fourteen days ago, there was a red diamond surrounded by white. Fourteen days since those lovely days in early December, warm brown eyes shimmering as your world watched you walk down the aisle.

You smile. Loving Carlos is past, present, and future now, wrapped in his arms for an eternity. 

“Mi amor,” a deep voice reverberates around the room; it’s not foreign, yet you give a small jump out of your feet, caught off guard. You turn around, and Carlos is standing before you in a black suit, adorned with medals and a sash wrapped around his figure. He gifts you that blinding smile of his as tender fingers reach your hand, prompting you to twirl for him. “You look beautiful." There’s a pause. “I don’t believe there are enough words to let you know.”

“Thank you, mi vida,” you smile. “So do you.”

Hands travel to your waist, holding you close. His fingertips slide down the red fabric, roaming your corset as he leans down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. “Are you ready?” He asks, “It’s almost time to greet our guests.”

“I am ready,” you answer, looking down, verifying your theory that Carlos doesn't have shoes on. “Though you don’t seem so ready, Carlitos.”

“Pequeños detalles, mi amor,” Small details, my love, he teases, and you laugh, “It’s snowing, did you see?” He changes topics, holding your waist firm as he turns you around, avoiding any small incidents. “White Christmas for us.”

You had barely noticed, too focused on remembering. The gardens, kingdom, and beyond are covered by a thin layer of snow, the sun glimmering over them. “It’s beautiful”

“It is,” he mutters, walking forward so his chest is pressed against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Almost as beautiful as you, mi princesa,” he plants two kisses down your neck. “Soon to be Queen."

You giggle, never been happier. Having Carlos by your side, giving you all the love one could wish for—the love that you deserve—is calming, so for the first time in months, you allow yourself to think about turning 21 early next year, the crown falling over your head as the rightful ruler of this land, Carlos by your side as Prince. It isn’t as nerve-wracking as it used to be.

You turn around, lips looking for his and falling in perfect rhythm. “I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

You’re home building in the eyes of the others when there's a knock on the door, and as permission is given, Ms. Danielle appears. “Excuse me, Your Majesties, it’s time for your entrance."

“Oh god, Carlos, please go put on your shoes!" you exclaim, pushing him slightly. Carlos laughs, sneaking a small kiss on your lips before running away. “Thank you, Danielle."

One blink of a memory takes you down the stairs, the dim glow of the ballroom wraps around people you know and soon will. You and Carlos have parted ways to create small talk with said people; he's across the room, laughing at one of the awful jokes the Prince of Monaco loves to tell. Around you, there’s a group of kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, lines of royal blood enchanted by your presence, questions and anecdotes, laughter, and gossip taking your attention.

A firm grip on your arm turns you around, and now Sir Lewis Hamilton, Head of Army, is in your line of vision. You smile, except unsettling eyes meet yours, and suddenly, if you remember well, laughter fades into screams. People you know, will know, and could’ve known run frightened. You are under attack, and soldiers start defending. Carlos is screaming, giving them orders. He's helping people get to safety, but nobody is giving it to him. 

You want to run towards him, but you are ushered away. You can’t see him any longer; the hands keeping you safe are not the same as they used to be. And you try to leave the safe room, knowing you are trained to fight for it, but they don't let you. They don't let you fall by his side.

Memories fade, jump, and dance. You’re in a meeting room, tension is building up as seconds prance through time. Sir Lewis is defending a point. You feel anger strangling your body. “You must have kept him safe!”

“They took him way before we could reach him, Your Majesty,” he argues.

“How?” You scream. “Do we not have enough people? Where were those who swore to protect his head?”

“They were defending, protecting, or dead before we noticed,” he defends. “Carlos was focused on protecting the people too.”

“I do not care.” You feel lightheaded, fury arrogating your body. “He must have been moved to the saferoom with me.”

“You are more valuable than he was."

“He was soon to be your prince!”

“And you are our future queen,” he shouts back.

Silence falls over the room, and you've never hated your future title so much. You feel eager for it, yes, but not for the right reasons.

“I wish for you to look me in the eye and repeat all of it, Lewis,” you say. He stands still, dropping his tense shoulders, and doesn't say anything. You walk closer, eyes buried in his, searching for malice—there’s none; they’re grieving. “Know your place, Lewis.”

He nods. “My apologies, Your Majesty.”

“I want you to find him,” You demand, not breaking eye contact, “No matter what you must do or how much time passes, I want the man who killed Carlos gone.”

There’s a sudden hunger in his eyes as he nods, leaving the place. You turn around, but you’re no longer in the meeting room. Scaping the sea of memories, you face your reality.

You stand by the window, red dress covering the high heels on your feet, patiently waiting for the right person to enter the room. There’s no anxiety in it; there’s anticipation—the golden band twirling around your finger over and over again.

It’s a beautiful snow day. Fourteen years ago, you were standing right here, mid-December, with a pair of brown eyes loving you, caressing you, and not having enough words to describe you. That type of love is barely a memory, buried six feet below his statue in the gardens he so dearly loved.

There’s a knock on the door. “Your Majesty?"

“Yes, Lando?"

“Sir Lewis is back; no severe injuries,” the boy announces. You hum, already knowing his next announcement: “He’s dead.”

You smile, looking down at your ring. “Thank you, Lando. Get back to your duties now.”

And as the curly-haired leaves, you wonder if this is what revenge feels like. Cold loneliness with a sense of fulfillment. There’s a crown heavy on your head with a target on it, but you are not bothered enough to care about it. Long ago, you could have held mercy over the man terrorizing kingdoms around you, fought until his defeat, but now feelings as such are things your heart used to know.

Your faint memories of Carlos lie in rest, avenged on a white December morning.

taglist — @smartstupyd @ziarah @nouvellevqgue @iloveyou3000morgan @carsgovroomm . . . add yourself here

[wdxghosty]

Anastasia AU

If you don’t know (which u probably don’t) there’s a tmnt visual novel inspired by the Anastasia AU. So I had to draw Ophie as Anastasia, I had no other choice.

If you wanna play the VN you can find it on Chaoticspeedrun’s blog <3

[ran-orimoto]

Tbh thank you for giving love to Chiaki (the girl in blue from the last episodes of Frontier).

Anon, I think this message is from mid June and I want to stick my head in sand like an ostrich ✌🏻. I have got many projects and new Chiaki will arrive for you, so I can also thank you properly wwwwwww.

For now, though, I’ve remembered I sketched a Pokemon AU Chiaki for fun months ago (another project I will return on sooner or later), but I only posted her on Twitter. Her partner is a Chinchou and she’s from Jhoto like Junpei and Izumi (even if Izumi has lived in Altomare for a long time and idk if Altomare is in Jhoto). She is a coordinator who will discover Pokewood and Pokevision someday, so she shifts from being Izumi’s rival to Junpei’s too.

YES, I’VE GOT A POKEMON AU IN MY HEAD AND SOMETIMES IT POPS UP!

[gardensnakie]

Remember when I made Stranger a Disney princess that one time (Frozen au)? Well I love the whimsy that Once Upon A December by Christy Altomare specifically at 1:33 so forth (if you have Spotify) reminds me of Stranger that I kinda want to make a story board of it

[hatchetfield-rarepair-week]

April Prompts!!

1. sickfic / healing / hope ur okay by Olivia Rodrigo

2. arranged marriage au / fairytale au / Once Upon A December by Christy Altomare

3. time travel / memories / Golden Days by Panic! At The Disco

4. sunshine / storm clouds / Struck by Lightning by Sara Keys, Cavetown

5. fake dating / meet ugly / On Accident by Nico Collins

6. truth serum / drunken confessions / Because of You by Stephen Sanchez

7. ___ to lovers / lovers to ___ / No Strings Attached (Enemies to Lovers) by Backseat Vagabond

ask if you have any questions!!!

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Nemo! I hope you're living it up rn! :D for your Anastasia AU (so good!) I was unaware if you knew about the stage musical version! It's different in some of the plot, but the songs are so lovely and forgive me, but looking at the art of Dottie and Jacob in the AU, I couldn't help thinking of the song In A Crowd of Thousands. It's so lovely and reminds me of them!! I recommend a listen. <3

ANIIII!!

MY DEAR!!!

I honestly was so living up everything, I felt drunk on joy and excitement for all the time I was roaming around in Paris!!!! (the husband brought me to the Opéra again yesterday, before catching our flight, and gifted me with a music box, and I was like ugly sobbing in the shop. omg I need to show you all, fml).

ANYWAY.

BACK TO YOUR ASK.

So, I was aware of the Anastasia Musical because I saw a video of Christy Altomare singing during the Macy's Parade AND of course, being the good fashion-obsessed buffon that I am, I dug around to find pictures of the stage costumes because omg they were incredibly beautiful. However, I never truly watched the entire musical tbh (grave mistake, I know, I will have to rectify that).

BUT.

BUT.

I am listening to the song you suggested right now, and DEAR GODS ABOVE I AM LIKE.

I. AM. EATING. THIS. UP. LIKE. A. CRÉME BRULÉE.

Because while also reading the lyrics IT'S THEM. I can definitely see why it would remind you of them, because it truly sums up their general dynamic (and gods, now I want to draw Baby Dorothea on a carriage during the parade and waving at bebe Jacob in the crowd, fml. I need this. I NEED).

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO ME, IT INSPIRED ME GREATLY AND MADE ME SO IMMENSELY HAPPY! <3

--Nemo

[tierneydev]

introducing tierney devereux

full name: tierney may devereux

nicknames: ti, tier

age, date of birth, zodiac: twenty-six, August 1, 1997, leo

gender, pronouns, sexuality: cisfemale, she/her, heterosexual

relationship status: single

time living in nashville: raised for 13 years, returned for 6 months

occupation: broadway performer

positive traits: ambitious, encouraging, passionate

negative traits: spoiled, unforgiving, perfectionist

face claim: abbey cowen

voice claim: christy altomare

BACKGROUND

TW alcoholism, drug use, child neglect, stalking, attempted murder

Tierney Devereux was the last child born into the famous Devereux family. Her parents were both well-known singers, with a record label to boot. This meant that all the children were thrust into the spotlight as soon as they were born. Tierney loved every second of it. As soon as she was old enough to talk, she was singing non-stop. Her parents even brought her out on stage during their tours to sing with them every once in a while. Singing on stage with her parents was always the best part of her childhood. That was when Tierney felt the happiest, the most loved…probably because after the high of the performance, her parents were nowhere to be found. Most of the time, the Devereux parents were drunk, high, or fighting. Sometimes all three. This left the five kids to fend for themselves, with the older ones leading the pack.

Tierney learned then that the best way to get her parents’ attention was to be the best performer she could be. This wasn’t too much of a hardship, given that she loved nothing more than being on stage. Only singing wasn’t enough for Tierney; she soon fell in love with acting and dancing as well. Mrs. Devereux, ever the manager, capitalized on this passion and begun encouraging her youngest daughter to pursue all three. This lead to the only logical next step: Broadway. The Deveraux’s hired a full-time au pair solely for Tierney to travel with. Colette would fly to New York with Tierney for auditions, and soon after, rehearsals. Tierney’s first Broadway role was Orphan Chorus Member #3 in a production of Annie when she was eleven. After that, she landed her first named role - Brigitta von Trapp in The Sound of Music.

Her big break came after two years in supporting roles. Tierney auditioned for the titular role of Matilda at age thirteen, and was cast. This was the role that really changed her life, as Tierney was nominated for a Tony Award for Best Lead Actress in a Musical. She was the youngest award nominee in almost twenty years. Tierney went on to be nominated for a total of four Tony Awards, including the two she has won thus far. When that show wrapped, Tierney’s mother thought it would be best for her to live in New York full-time to pursue her career. So Tierney was withdrawn from her school in Nashville, and she moved to New York with Colette. Tierney had a full staff in her New York apartment, including a private tutor, driver, and chef. She only returned to Nashville for breaks, though she dreaded it every time. There was always some sort of drama going on at home, and her parents never seemed to notice she had come back. At sixteen, Tierney stopped visiting her parents altogether. She still went back to Nashville, but she only saw and stayed with her siblings. However, she ended up feeling like an outsider. She lived an ignorant, spoiled life in New York, while her siblings still had to put up with her parents.

But being successful at such a young age wasn’t always as exciting as it sounded. At only thirteen, her life started to get dissected by the media. She was on talk shows, magazine covers, commercials. Her first kiss was on stage during rehearsals. Every change in her body was reported on and recorded. It didn’t get easier as she grew older, either. Then, it was her love life being speculated on, pregnancy rumors, dramatized public “breakdowns”. There was never a break.

So when Tierney began to notice weird things like a shadow moving behind her, an unlocked door she swore she locked, and missing items found in places other than where she left them, Tierney just thought she was overworked. That was, until things got a little more obvious. She began getting phone calls from a blocked number, the person on the other end silent but breathing heavily. They were frequent, coming in every day no matter how many times she blocked them. Sometimes, she would come home to a broken window or deadbolt. A camera would flash with no paparazzi. Gifts left at her door with notes commenting on her daily life, activities, and appearance. A Get Well Soon! balloon tied to the door knob the week she had the flu and was sick at home. Tierney tried to report it to the police, but they either couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do anything.

It all came to a head one night after a show. Tierney had gone out for drinks with her costars after their final run, and stumbled into her home to find her understudy, dressed entirely in Tierney’s own clothes and pointing a gun directly at her. Looking directly at Tierney, she fired the gun without saying a word. What the understudy didn’t count on, though, was that Birdie had left her phone in her friend’s car and he came in to return it. As soon as he saw what had happened, her friend tackled the stalker to the ground and called the police. Tierney was rushed to the hospital and underwent major emergency surgery, losing her spleen in the process. The understudy was arrested and charged with felony stalking as well as attempted murder. In court, it was revealed that her understudy had become obsessed with Tierney and lost her mind. She insisted she never really wanted to hurt Tierney. She just wanted to be her.

After everything was said and done, Tierney decided that she needed a break from the spotlight. She no longer felt safe in her city, on stage, or in her home. Possibly for the first time in fifteen years, Tierney needed her family. So she packed her bags and took the next flight out to Nashville.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Childhood friends: people that Tierney was friends with before she moved to New York, people she visited when she came back

Current friends: Self explanatory

Trauma bond: someone she bonded with over sharing trauma

Industry friends: people she knows from working together, preferably people that worked in new york often

FWB: yakwtfgo

Affair partner: A married man that Tierney used to hook up with often, whether in NYC or when she came to visit Nashville as an adult. Most likely, this was only a physical connection but can be plotted out. Current or former

[the-witching-ash]

(romantic) ouat crossover thoughts?

This’ll be all over the place and *hard* because everyone’s related and that masks this surprisingly difficult

Angel Dearly

Listen it’s Roman only and their verse has to many oc’s but a chaotic Roman/Angel/Findlay/Pearl/Kiernan au for the OZ vibes

Antonietta Caccialanza

Leo Swan

Ariana Galanis

Cornelia Sheridan and/or Crispin White

Genesis Jones (like you said, is the pirate to free Ariana? 👀)

Josie Spenser

Roman/Angel/Findley OT4 au, somehow.

Paige Villeneuve

Bradley Crushing

Genesis Jones

Emmanuel Roberts

Cornelia Sheridan (potential poly with Crispin)

Crispin White (potential poly with Cornelia)

Genesis Jones

Gabriel

Genesis Jones

Cornelia Sheridan (he can steal his brother’s girlfriend it’s fine)

Lavender Dunbar

…look not steal his brother’s girlfriend, but Crispin.

Leo Swan

Lila Altomare

Leo Swan

Genesis Jones

Crispin White

[cipher-the-sidhe]

Woe! OCs without context be upon ye!

[theha1rarch]

"uh, yeah - i was. i just wanted to say hey, maybe properly introduce myself. i always see you at these things and we seem to run in a lot of the same circles, but i don't think we've ever actually talked." steve lets out a sheepish little laugh - setting his flute of sparkling cider on the table next to her. of course, steve knows who heather is. he knows exactly who heather is ... for more reasons than one. but still, he'd been wanting to talk to her for a while now and now had seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so. "mhm, yeah, i will neither confirm nor deny anything but thank you." he gives a light little laugh. "though i hear there might be a congratulations in order for you as well?"

@theha1r | sorta asked for this

    ❝    sorry, were you talking to me?    ❞    she turns her head, tilted up, as she looks to see the person who'd caught her off guard. steve. steve harrington... a name she knows, a face she knows... a family she knows too, but that's not important right now.    ❝    i hear you're the name on everybody's lips tonight.    ❞    from a role that's not officially announced yet, but- nevertheless. this is hollywood.    ❝    i know you can't say yes or no, but congratulations.    ❞    

[valiantgentle]

oc halloween challenge 2021 ─ ↳ day three: musical au ─ mara el-masri (and jonathan carnahan) in anastasia.

The parade traveled on ─ with the sun in my eyes, you were gone. But I knew even then...

[aralisj]

“In my dreams, shadows call...”

[stephaniesdrake]

i don't know if i should stay

[traumxrei-archive]

ty for the tag em :33 it looks fun (also we love you listening to k/da and chase atlantic >:D)

and my five songs are:

— lana lubany - point of no return (love her stuff <33 this song is just so chilling and the lyrics are aughhghghhh)

— circusP (ft. solaria) - someone new ('i can't lie in this coffin while holding the hammer and nail' is SUCH a line, gets stuck in my head 24/7)

— christy altomare - once upon a december (anastasia broadway musical...this song is so magical...when the choir comes in i just lose it)

— motoi sakuraba - gwyn, lord of cinder (once again, the dark souls ost slaps. this song made me FEEL things. this is supposed to be boss fight music but i ended up SAD.)

— twlv - all in (if i was ever gonna write a mafia/heist au for anything i'd probably do it while listening to this + gemini's songs)

tagging !! @sunsethw4 @hanafubukki @cleumuu @ai-kan1 @naruryun @tartppola @twstedstoryshop @pointedly-foolish @gloriium @lvmbien ofc no pressure, if you wanna do it, do it for the funsiesss

🌙 @diodellet aaaa!! thank you for the music tag! i'd love to share my "currently listening to" playlist! i'm gonna link yours (and the original tag line) here, as it's a bit long.

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

— adios by de'wayne jackson and chase atlantic

— tell me when by darci

— the baddest by k/da

— fire again by ashnikko

— drum go dum by k/da

(i've been obsessed with this cyberpunk xiao-cyberpunk cyno playlist. aaaa) i think i'll randomly tag: @delvalentine @xiaowiki @k9wa @softbajis @monocaelia @thecoffeelovingfreak @the-travelling-witch @branimirsflower @nikokopuffs @kleinerosamaus @akmu @traumxrei-archive ............i feel like i tagged more than 10 people. uh. oops? oh well. you don't have to do this if you don't want to. aaaaa