Somehow my brain says that is a boy singing So here is a POV 0:00 The tiny music box played a sad tune, he thought it was completely strange to him but the more he listened, the more memories came to his mind. 0:26 Were all these memories real? Of course they were, the big rooms, the paintings, the old chandeliers, everything came back to life once he recognized his memories once again. 0:52 Nobody in their sane judgment would have walked towards the ballroom as he did, he was just in his world, in the world that someone took away from many years ago. Every single person, that December in specific, the dances, 1:19 EVERYTHING was just there at his fingertips, the tears were there too but the emotion was way strong. He dances with some ghost, he didn't mind, even he might be a ghost too. 1:57 HE WAS SAFE FOR THE FIRST TIME, wait, THERE WAS A TIME WERE HE WAS SAFE. 2:22 The tears started to fall, his heart was broken now that he realized that there wasn't anyone not anything left... 2:49 That distant December was one and only, the small music box was the only remembering abandoned, he had to accept it, he didn't want to, the pain on his chest just increased, the lament went louder and the music inside his head too. Oh, poor prince... Once upon a December, you were the happiest child in all the kingdom, now, you are just a scrappy teenager crying in the middle of a rusty castle.
Its even more haunting when you remember the true history. Its like Anastasia's ghost is singing this and the chorus is the rest of her family that died that fateful night.
@@ellehan6676 Around midnight on 17 July, Yurovsky ordered the Romanovs' physician, Eugene Botkin, to awaken the sleeping family and ask them to put on their clothes, under the pretext that the family would be moved to a safe location due to impending chaos in Yekaterinburg.The Romanovs were then ordered into a 6 m × 5 m (20 ft × 16 ft) semi-basement room. Nicholas asked if Yurovsky could bring two chairs, on which Tsarevich Alexei and Alexandra sat.Yurovsky's assistant Grigory Nikulin remarked to him that the "heir wanted to die in a chair.Very well then, let him have one." The prisoners were told to wait in the cellar room while the truck that would transport them was being brought to the House. A few minutes later, an execution squad of secret police was brought in and Yurovsky read aloud the order given to him by the Ural Executive Committee: Nikolai Alexandrovich, in view of the fact that your relatives are continuing their attack on Soviet Russia, the Ural Executive Committee has decided to execute you. Nicholas, facing his family, turned and said "What? What?" Yurovsky quickly repeated the order and the weapons were raised. The Empress and Grand Duchess Olga, according to a guard's reminiscence, had tried to bless themselves, but failed amid the shooting. Yurovsky reportedly raised his Colt gun at Nicholas's torso and fired; Nicholas fell dead, pierced with at least three bullets in his upper chest. The intoxicated Peter Ermakov, the military commissar for Verkh-Isetsk, shot and killed Alexandra with a bullet wound to the head. He then shot at Maria, who ran for the double doors, hitting her in the thigh. The remaining executioners shot chaotically and over each other's shoulders until the room was so filled with smoke and dust that no one could see anything at all in the darkness nor hear any commands amid the noise. Alexey Kabanov, who ran onto the street to check the noise levels, heard dogs barking from the Romanovs' quarters and the sound of gunshots loud and clear despite the noise from the Fiat's engine. Kabanov then hurried downstairs and told the men to stop firing and kill the family and their dogs with their gun butts and bayonets. Within minutes, Yurovsky was forced to stop the shooting because of the caustic smoke of burned gunpowder, dust from the plaster ceiling caused by the reverberation of bullets, and the deafening gunshots. When they stopped, the doors were then opened to scatter the smoke.While waiting for the smoke to abate, the killers could hear moans and whimpers inside the room. As it cleared, it became evident that although several of the family's retainers had been killed, all of the Imperial children were alive and only Maria was injured. The basement where the Romanov family was killed. The wall had been torn apart in search of bullets and other evidence by investigators in 1919. The double doors leading to a storeroom were locked during the execution. The noise of the guns had been heard by households all around, awakening many people. The executioners were ordered to use their bayonets, a technique which proved ineffective and meant that the children had to be dispatched by still more gunshots, this time aimed more precisely at their heads. The Tsarevich was the first of the children to be executed. Yurovsky watched in disbelief as Nikulin spent an entire magazine from his Browning gun on Alexei, who was still seated transfixed in his chair; he also had jewels sewn into his undergarment and forage cap. Ermakov shot and stabbed him, and when that failed, Yurovsky shoved him aside and killed the boy with a gunshot to the head. The last to die were Tatiana, Anastasia, and Maria, who were carrying a few pounds (over 1.3 kilograms) of diamonds sewn into their clothing, which had given them a degree of protection from the firing. However, they were speared with bayonets as well. Olga sustained a gunshot wound to the head. Maria and Anastasia were said to have crouched up against a wall covering their heads in terror until they were shot. Yurovsky killed Tatiana and Alexei. Tatiana died from a single shot to the back of her head. Alexei received two bullets to the head, right behind the ear. Anna Demidova, Alexandra's maid, survived the initial onslaught but was quickly stabbed to death against the back wall while trying to defend herself with a small pillow which she had carried that was filled with precious gems and jewels. While the bodies were being placed on stretchers, one of the girls cried out and covered her face with her arm. Ermakov grabbed Alexander Strekotin's rifle and bayoneted her in the chest, but when it failed to penetrate he pulled out his revolver and shot her in the head. While Yurovsky was checking the victims for pulses, Ermakov walked through the room, flailing the bodies with his bayonet. The execution lasted about 20 minutes, Yurovsky later admitting to Nikulin's "poor mastery of his weapon and inevitable nerves". Future investigations calculated that a possible 70 bullets were fired, roughly seven bullets per shooter, of which 57 were found in the basement and at all three subsequent gravesites. Some of Pavel Medvedev's stretcher bearers began frisking the bodies for valuables. Yurovsky saw this and demanded that they surrender any looted items or be shot. The attempted looting, coupled with Ermakov's incompetence and drunken state, convinced Yurovsky to oversee the disposal of the bodies himself. Only Alexei's spaniel, Joy, survived to be rescued by a British officer of the Allied Intervention Force, living out his final days in Windsor, Berkshire.
@@primaveradowinterhalter9396 apparently they had previously tried shooting them, but since they were covered in jewels it couldn’t go through so they did the bayoneting
Honestly I can't listen to this song without crying. It's beautiful, but it captures what living with memory problems is like for an adult. It's all just vague imagery and feelings without substance.
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. 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 And a song someone sings Once upon a December
The late Imperial Russia. The educated Russia. It make me cry, thinking about the balls, the palaces, the beautiful people, the glamour...it's just so sad.
everytime i hear this song it makes me want to dance and be a ballerina.. it makes me want to be a whole new person. it makes me want blondish brownish hair and dance and be a princess.. have good grades and not fail any classes.. it makes me want to be so.. so diffrent. im thinking of changeing into that wonderful person.
I remember when I was young I would dance in my most float dress and dance with a ghost who I thought was real (I’m a medium) that ghost now looks after me
I remember when I was younger I always wanted to have a ghost friend. And I wanted to have the ability to see ghosts and talk to them. Be able to interact with them. How were you able to see and interact with ghosts
Hey, I really want you to be safe and I wasn’t going to say anything but I just got this rly bad feeling. That ghost is a demon and I’m begging you to find Jesus. He’s the only one who will set u free from anything you’re feeling or going through. God bless you, I hope everything’s fine.
@@creativemerit7673 when did I make it about myself? 😭💀 I literally only mentioned Jesus BECAUSE I was fr worried for her. Don’t let your anger from your past trauma’s bleed out to others. Remember, the people in the church hurt you. Jesus nor God ever did.
A story: your an old lady escaping the rebel capital of porthaven because of war, you leave into the ruined old city of Aberthane. You stay in the old palace. But at night you see the ghosts of the nobility and the royal family. You see there ghosts but only at the night. so much death and greef that there ghosts couldn't move on and where eternally bound to the palace because rebels had stolen there away there lives. There demise happening again and again, living there final days all over again. One day they start to worry about a couple rebels popping up and then they are imprisoned by then rebels in there own palace. One day a mob stromed the palace, the royal family is beat to death. Except a little girl is saved by a middle aged woman. That lady is the your mother. You begin to cry and you start to remember. You put there souls to peace by burning down the place that they where killed.
Coming back to this because my school just had our winter choir concert and one of the most talented girls in our advanced women’s choir sang this as a solo and the entire room was just in total awe of the beauty of it all it felt truly magical
Im going to share something that really happened to me that might sound like a POV: I have the habit of listening classic music before i go to sleep. In the ocasion it was raining at night and i had put this song and this is what happened: the month of december has so much importancy to me, it is the month that grandfather's died, its my birthday month and its my best friend's birthday month as well. Ive always liked the month of december, specially due to christmas, but since my grandfather died it had some sort of change, because it brings the memory of his passing. But i had a dream with a previous life, a past life in the 19th century and I was dancing a waltz with a very beautifull girl in a huge ball room, and i felt that girl was my soul mate, but then, sunddenly, i started feeling sick and then i died, but before i died i said that our love is eternal and that we will never be departed, and then, we kissed and so i died. Since then (that past life) ive never found a partner that fill that gap within me. I woke up and it was still raining and I was crying. This song was still playing and it was once upon a december 😢
Dancing bears painted wings things I almost remembered, and a song someone sings, once upon a December,someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm, figured dancing gracefullyacross me memory,someone holds me safe me 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, and a song someone sings, once upon a December
Feeling as if the ghost of Anastasia sings this song in the Winter Palace and she walks through the halls therе… Привет из России Страна,в которой когда-то жила Княжна Анастасия,младшая дочь Императора Николая второго из рода Романовых ❤❤
POV someone in a toxic relationship with their partner/family who gaslights them everytime they try to talk about it. Plot twist: they have strong avatar state like power, and is very much a pacifist and a kind soul. The partner/family member gaslights them for the last time as they are posessed by their anger and sadness, using their powers to mentally torment the family member/partner with past memories of their trauma and the family member/partners misdeeds until the fm/p is violently sobbing begging them to stop while theyre floating midair, eyes no longer with pupils, and creating a wind so strong its alomst as if they all are in the middle of a tornado. They cant hear fm/p, as the kind and gentle being they once knew is long gone. Their power and emotion overwelm them beyond their control.
Alternatively they're fm/partner gets kidnapped or kidnapped and killed and they're getting revenge/rescuing the fm/p, using the same powers to seek justice
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. 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 And a song someone sings Once upon a December
Somehow my brain says that is a boy singing
So here is a POV
0:00 The tiny music box played a sad tune, he thought it was completely strange to him but the more he listened, the more memories came to his mind. 0:26 Were all these memories real? Of course they were, the big rooms, the paintings, the old chandeliers, everything came back to life once he recognized his memories once again.
0:52 Nobody in their sane judgment would have walked towards the ballroom as he did, he was just in his world, in the world that someone took away from many years ago. Every single person, that December in specific, the dances,
1:19 EVERYTHING was just there at his fingertips, the tears were there too but the emotion was way strong. He dances with some ghost, he didn't mind, even he might be a ghost too.
1:57 HE WAS SAFE FOR THE FIRST TIME, wait, THERE WAS A TIME WERE HE WAS SAFE.
2:22 The tears started to fall, his heart was broken now that he realized that there wasn't anyone not anything left...
2:49 That distant December was one and only, the small music box was the only remembering abandoned, he had to accept it, he didn't want to, the pain on his chest just increased, the lament went louder and the music inside his head too.
Oh, poor prince... Once upon a December, you were the happiest child in all the kingdom, now, you are just a scrappy teenager crying in the middle of a rusty castle.
OH MY GOODNESS you are so creative that is such a beautiful pov i feel so sorry for that boy :(
What the WOWOWOWOW
This is beautiful
I imagine this is an AU where Anastasia’s little brother, Alexei, survives instead of his sister.
Would it be ok, if I used this for a book that I want to write? If not I totally understand.
Its even more haunting when you remember the true history. Its like Anastasia's ghost is singing this and the chorus is the rest of her family that died that fateful night.
Can you teel me the real story then?
@@ellehan6676
Around midnight on 17 July, Yurovsky ordered the Romanovs' physician, Eugene Botkin, to awaken the sleeping family and ask them to put on their clothes, under the pretext that the family would be moved to a safe location due to impending chaos in Yekaterinburg.The Romanovs were then ordered into a 6 m × 5 m (20 ft × 16 ft) semi-basement room. Nicholas asked if Yurovsky could bring two chairs, on which Tsarevich Alexei and Alexandra sat.Yurovsky's assistant Grigory Nikulin remarked to him that the "heir wanted to die in a chair.Very well then, let him have one." The prisoners were told to wait in the cellar room while the truck that would transport them was being brought to the House. A few minutes later, an execution squad of secret police was brought in and Yurovsky read aloud the order given to him by the Ural Executive Committee:
Nikolai Alexandrovich, in view of the fact that your relatives are continuing their attack on Soviet Russia, the Ural Executive Committee has decided to execute you.
Nicholas, facing his family, turned and said "What? What?" Yurovsky quickly repeated the order and the weapons were raised. The Empress and Grand Duchess Olga, according to a guard's reminiscence, had tried to bless themselves, but failed amid the shooting. Yurovsky reportedly raised his Colt gun at Nicholas's torso and fired; Nicholas fell dead, pierced with at least three bullets in his upper chest. The intoxicated Peter Ermakov, the military commissar for Verkh-Isetsk, shot and killed Alexandra with a bullet wound to the head. He then shot at Maria, who ran for the double doors, hitting her in the thigh. The remaining executioners shot chaotically and over each other's shoulders until the room was so filled with smoke and dust that no one could see anything at all in the darkness nor hear any commands amid the noise.
Alexey Kabanov, who ran onto the street to check the noise levels, heard dogs barking from the Romanovs' quarters and the sound of gunshots loud and clear despite the noise from the Fiat's engine. Kabanov then hurried downstairs and told the men to stop firing and kill the family and their dogs with their gun butts and bayonets. Within minutes, Yurovsky was forced to stop the shooting because of the caustic smoke of burned gunpowder, dust from the plaster ceiling caused by the reverberation of bullets, and the deafening gunshots. When they stopped, the doors were then opened to scatter the smoke.While waiting for the smoke to abate, the killers could hear moans and whimpers inside the room. As it cleared, it became evident that although several of the family's retainers had been killed, all of the Imperial children were alive and only Maria was injured.
The basement where the Romanov family was killed. The wall had been torn apart in search of bullets and other evidence by investigators in 1919. The double doors leading to a storeroom were locked during the execution.
The noise of the guns had been heard by households all around, awakening many people. The executioners were ordered to use their bayonets, a technique which proved ineffective and meant that the children had to be dispatched by still more gunshots, this time aimed more precisely at their heads. The Tsarevich was the first of the children to be executed. Yurovsky watched in disbelief as Nikulin spent an entire magazine from his Browning gun on Alexei, who was still seated transfixed in his chair; he also had jewels sewn into his undergarment and forage cap. Ermakov shot and stabbed him, and when that failed, Yurovsky shoved him aside and killed the boy with a gunshot to the head. The last to die were Tatiana, Anastasia, and Maria, who were carrying a few pounds (over 1.3 kilograms) of diamonds sewn into their clothing, which had given them a degree of protection from the firing. However, they were speared with bayonets as well. Olga sustained a gunshot wound to the head. Maria and Anastasia were said to have crouched up against a wall covering their heads in terror until they were shot. Yurovsky killed Tatiana and Alexei. Tatiana died from a single shot to the back of her head. Alexei received two bullets to the head, right behind the ear. Anna Demidova, Alexandra's maid, survived the initial onslaught but was quickly stabbed to death against the back wall while trying to defend herself with a small pillow which she had carried that was filled with precious gems and jewels. While the bodies were being placed on stretchers, one of the girls cried out and covered her face with her arm. Ermakov grabbed Alexander Strekotin's rifle and bayoneted her in the chest, but when it failed to penetrate he pulled out his revolver and shot her in the head.
While Yurovsky was checking the victims for pulses, Ermakov walked through the room, flailing the bodies with his bayonet. The execution lasted about 20 minutes, Yurovsky later admitting to Nikulin's "poor mastery of his weapon and inevitable nerves". Future investigations calculated that a possible 70 bullets were fired, roughly seven bullets per shooter, of which 57 were found in the basement and at all three subsequent gravesites. Some of Pavel Medvedev's stretcher bearers began frisking the bodies for valuables. Yurovsky saw this and demanded that they surrender any looted items or be shot. The attempted looting, coupled with Ermakov's incompetence and drunken state, convinced Yurovsky to oversee the disposal of the bodies himself. Only Alexei's spaniel, Joy, survived to be rescued by a British officer of the Allied Intervention Force, living out his final days in Windsor, Berkshire.
its truly sad makes me cry everytime i listen
@@ellehan6676 They were all killed in 17 july 1918. Anastasia was shot and bayoneted to death.
@@primaveradowinterhalter9396 apparently they had previously tried shooting them, but since they were covered in jewels it couldn’t go through so they did the bayoneting
I feel like crying, somehow this version transmits that tragedy sensation that "I've lost everything and everyone and didn't know"
please don’t cry omg☹️☹️
@@softclouds4025 thanks for worrying I'm just too sensitive somehow 😅 but I'm ok
Honestly I can't listen to this song without crying. It's beautiful, but it captures what living with memory problems is like for an adult. It's all just vague imagery and feelings without substance.
this is so beautiful, i'm very sorry for that people who haven't listen to this yet.
Same
thank you!! that means so much! :)🤍
" 1:19 " This is the moment my soul leaves my body & my entire childhood flicks through my eyes :']
trueeee
Some say she still haunts the ballroom to this day .
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.
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
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
its raining outside rlly rapidly and it totally fits with this song-
The late Imperial Russia. The educated Russia. It make me cry, thinking about the balls, the palaces, the beautiful people, the glamour...it's just so sad.
Каждый раз, когда я слушаю эту песню, моё сердце обливается кровью.
Fun fact Anastasia was actually is a duchess who’s of Saint Petersburg and she was even described as the most beautiful but powerful duchess
everytime i hear this song it makes me want to dance and be a ballerina.. it makes me want to be a whole new person. it makes me want blondish brownish hair and dance and be a princess.. have good grades and not fail any classes.. it makes me want to be so.. so diffrent. im thinking of changeing into that wonderful person.
me and my mom always sing this song the first of december since I have memory. She's the main reason why I love this magnificent song.
Just when I thought nothing could get more beautiful than the original version 😢
I remember when I was young I would dance in my most float dress and dance with a ghost who I thought was real (I’m a medium) that ghost now looks after me
AWWW i love that!!! that’s so adorable
I remember when I was younger I always wanted to have a ghost friend. And I wanted to have the ability to see ghosts and talk to them. Be able to interact with them. How were you able to see and interact with ghosts
Hey, I really want you to be safe and I wasn’t going to say anything but I just got this rly bad feeling. That ghost is a demon and I’m begging you to find Jesus. He’s the only one who will set u free from anything you’re feeling or going through. God bless you, I hope everything’s fine.
@@britneyjackeline What the hell. Christians really need to calm down cause not everything envolves you omg.
@@creativemerit7673 when did I make it about myself? 😭💀 I literally only mentioned Jesus BECAUSE I was fr worried for her. Don’t let your anger from your past trauma’s bleed out to others. Remember, the people in the church hurt you. Jesus nor God ever did.
A story: your an old lady escaping the rebel capital of porthaven because of war, you leave into the ruined old city of Aberthane. You stay in the old palace. But at night you see the ghosts of the nobility and the royal family. You see there ghosts but only at the night. so much death and greef that there ghosts couldn't move on and where eternally bound to the palace because rebels had stolen there away there lives. There demise happening again and again, living there final days all over again. One day they start to worry about a couple rebels popping up and then they are imprisoned by then rebels in there own palace. One day a mob stromed the palace, the royal family is beat to death. Except a little girl is saved by a middle aged woman. That lady is the your mother. You begin to cry and you start to remember. You put there souls to peace by burning down the place that they where killed.
Bro become an author
I'm in love with this 😍😍😍😍❤️
i’m so glad you like it!!🤍🤍
My mother used to sing this to me every night as a child
Listening to this is like taking a walk in wonderland
Amazing job so beautiful❤️ thank youuuu
awh thank you so much!!🦋
My mum died 11 hours ago. This was her favourite song, from her favourite film.
So sorry dear 😢❤
I hope you and your family are doing okey. It's going to be okay. You can come back to this song and relive the beautiful memories.
i’m so sorry for your loss:( i hope this song provides comfort to you🤍🤍🤍
So underrated and beautiful! T~T
thank you love!
anastasia is the only movie that should've been live actioned! 🤞🏻💌
Exactly what I just thought are you reading my mind?
True but I'm a year late
There's a musical
Coming back to this because my school just had our winter choir concert and one of the most talented girls in our advanced women’s choir sang this as a solo and the entire room was just in total awe of the beauty of it all it felt truly magical
I absolutely adore this, thank you!!
i’m so glad you like it!
This music makes me imagine the story for a character who didn't have one. Amazing. 🏰🕺🏼
It's so great, brings back memories of my childhood, I love that melody, thank you, thank you.
This reminds me of my grandmother singing❤😢 so beautiful!
This is absolutely stunning!!!!
Im going to share something that really happened to me that might sound like a POV:
I have the habit of listening classic music before i go to sleep. In the ocasion it was raining at night and i had put this song and this is what happened: the month of december has so much importancy to me, it is the month that grandfather's died, its my birthday month and its my best friend's birthday month as well.
Ive always liked the month of december, specially due to christmas, but since my grandfather died it had some sort of change, because it brings the memory of his passing.
But i had a dream with a previous life, a past life in the 19th century and I was dancing a waltz with a very beautifull girl in a huge ball room, and i felt that girl was my soul mate, but then, sunddenly, i started feeling sick and then i died, but before i died i said that our love is eternal and that we will never be departed, and then, we kissed and so i died. Since then (that past life) ive never found a partner that fill that gap within me.
I woke up and it was still raining and I was crying. This song was still playing and it was once upon a december 😢
Perfect!! 💕
thank you angel
THIS IS BEUTIFULL!
Dancing bears painted wings things I almost remembered, and a song someone sings, once upon a December,someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm, figured dancing gracefullyacross me memory,someone holds me safe me 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, and a song someone sings, once upon a December
love this
Beautiful and sad at the same time 💔
Who sings this song???
And that’s the moment I we’ll in Love ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
this sounds really sad
My new favorite song 😊
This song relaxes Sarah when she is upset
Thank you 💖 😢😢
I wish romanov reborn 😢
1:18 😻😻
i just broke my heart and came here to feel better my first ever heartbreak loll
i’m so sorry :( i hope my videos could make you feel a bit better, i’m always here to talk if you need to love
@@softclouds4025 thank uu ur soo sweet i really appreciate u and ur channel ^3^
@@sabeur195 😊😊😊🤍
Feeling as if the ghost of Anastasia sings this song in the Winter Palace and she walks through the halls therе…
Привет из России
Страна,в которой когда-то жила Княжна Анастасия,младшая дочь Императора Николая второго из рода Романовых ❤❤
I like old music very nice, thanks so much,🎗️
The last Tsars 😢
I sung this in 3rd grade for a Christmas concert
yessssss
1:20
You… are AWESOME
thank you so so much!!!! so are you!
1:56 is just YUMMYYY
YOU MADE DONT LOSE YOUR HEADI KNEW IT WAS YOU WITH THE FANCY PICTURES YOU YASSSS
POV someone in a toxic relationship with their partner/family who gaslights them everytime they try to talk about it. Plot twist: they have strong avatar state like power, and is very much a pacifist and a kind soul.
The partner/family member gaslights them for the last time as they are posessed by their anger and sadness, using their powers to mentally torment the family member/partner with past memories of their trauma and the family member/partners misdeeds until the fm/p is violently sobbing begging them to stop while theyre floating midair, eyes no longer with pupils, and creating a wind so strong its alomst as if they all are in the middle of a tornado. They cant hear fm/p, as the kind and gentle being they once knew is long gone. Their power and emotion overwelm them beyond their control.
Alternatively they're fm/partner gets kidnapped or kidnapped and killed and they're getting revenge/rescuing the fm/p, using the same powers to seek justice
Amazing song
the romanovs will be in the ballroom again on februrary 13 for their last dance
this is so stunning !💕 may i ask where the photo is from ??
thank you lovely! the name of the painting is The Ball by Gaston La Touche! ✨🩰
thank you, it’s stunning !
@@valeria.9559 of course!!💕
❤👏
So cool
это я просто пишу кучу случайных вещей. я даже не говорю по-русски. 😍😍
2:22
Yepp, sounded like a man singing. Awesome. Perfect tempo.
Anyone know who painted the painting used in this video?
What is this song about? The meaning i mean
احيانًا احس انتمي للعصور قديمه
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.
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
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
1:12
POV:
You live in the USSR on December 25 1991 7:43 pm
Pretty
thank you love