#“Younger and kinder it haunts all my dreams”

[nubimera]

However I just want to say that it isn't talked about enough that "I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead" from the musical The Count of Monte Cristo is the perfect song for Jason

[godly-mistake]

'I know those eyes' from the Monte Cristo musical is Queen of Attolia era irenides

[grumfield]

MFW i know those eyes, following me / dark and familiar, and deep as the sea / i know that face, strange though it seems / younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cakessalty]

Younger and kinder, It haunts all my dreams...

[brgmttea]

"I know that face, strange though it seems

Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams"

The mdzs x I know those eyes/this man is dead brainrot will be a part of me forever

[moonmeg]

"I know that face... strange though it seems... younger and kinder - it haunts all my dreams"

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

♫I know those eyes, following me // Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea // I know that face, strange though it seems // Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams // How can you stand there, a whisper from me? // Yet somehow, be so far away? // In eyes once familiar, a stranger I see... ♫

I had this stunning piece of Archibald and the Likely Lass done by the amazing @bussiarati ! The concept was: What if Archibald dies at Zee and becomes a Drownie? Only to haunt Likely? hehehe

Dove was an absolute joy to work with and I'm so happy to be able to share this piece with everyone ❤️

[mistresscitrusslice]

Hear me out. I Know Those Eyes/This Man is Dead for divorce era Jayvik.

I can’t even list specific lyrics. It’s literally the entire fucking song.

But here I go anyway:

“I know that face, strange though it seems / Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams”

“In eyes once familiar, a stranger I see / With so many words left to say”

“The man you seek is long gone / Dead and cold / A story told, by those he trusted, / Those he loved, and those who then... / Moved on”

“I am a ghost, just a mirage / Who chases traces of you”

“And why does the truth seem too hard to be true? / With so much broken... / And so much damage / There are no words left to say...”

IS THIS OR IS THIS NOT DIVORCE ERA JAYVIK

[scarletgemstone]

this man is dead stan and eda

This man is dead eda and stan

Disclamer I own nothing everything belongs to the rightful owners please go and support them and be nice

Notes this was inspired by the same coin theory and the theory that eda was stans ex and here eda finds out about bill and sees stan again at a party 

(eda is seen at the party but gasp as she looks to see stan at the top of the stairs)

Eda” my titan my heart beats faster and my mind is racing could it be? Could it be that you’ve come back to life?”

(eda statres walking towards stan)

Eda” i know those eyes following me dark and familiar and deep as the sea” (stan walks away and eda trys to follow him)

Eda” i know that face strange though it seems younger and kinder it haunts all my dreams”

(stan walks to a baloceny and looks at the sky and eda catches up to him)

Eda” how can you stand there a whisper from me yet somehow be so far away?”

(eda trys to reach out)

Eda” in eyes once familiar a stranger i see with so many words left to say”

(stan tighten his grip on the rails)

Stan” this man is dead he is no more he died a little each day like a thief the chateau d’if has stolen him away”

(stan turns to look at eda)

Stan” the mind plays tricks you are confused the man you seek is long gone dead and cold a story told by those he trusted those he loved and those who then moved on”

(stan walks back to the party and dances with someone eda dose the same)

Stan” i am a ghost just a mirage”

Eda” there in that voice”

(they starte dancing with eachother)

Stan” who chases traces of you”

Eda”traces of you”

(the scene changes to the pyramid from gravity falls)

Eda” dark and familiar and deep as the sea”

(stan pulls away from eda as his eyes glow gold and a shadow of bill apperese behind him)

Stan” this man is dead he is no more”

(eda walks torawds him)

Eda” i know those eyes”

(stan turns to look at eda)

Stan” and though it’s torturing me”

Eda” torturing me”

Both” can either of us really ever be free?”

(a singel tear falls from there eyes the two start to dance)

Both” how can you stand there a whisper from me? When you are still so far away”

(bill follows them)

Both” and why does the truth seem too hard to be true?”

(eda looks at stan teary eyed)

Eda” with so much broken?”

(stan pulls away)

Stan” and so much damage”

(stan looks at eda)

Both” there are no words”

(stan looks away and walks away as the scene changes back to the party)

Stan” left to say” curse my foolish heart

[funeralprocessor]

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I always feel so disjointed from everyone else because of how shitty and turbulent my life has been. My early life was super abusive and just sort of broke me in a lot of ways to the point I never bothered to have ambitions. Or dreams. Or Identity. Because I was definitely going to kill myself *eventually* right? it felt inevitable for basically the entirety of my life I remember and I was in the environment that made me that way, around the people who did. until I was in my early twenties

Then I was basically homeless for a bit, at least surfing some very unstable and unsavory couches. When I eventually stabilized I still wasn't much of a person. I still was sort of consigned to suicide as an inevitability because nothing felt worth anything. I felt like there was no hope for me. The people who kicked me out were basically it as far as family went so beyond my very tenuous social network I had *nothing*and was in the middle of Appalachia. The bad part.My hometown had a landmark with a racial slur if that tells you anything

Anyway, all of that to say I wasn't exactly in a great place mentally,physically or geographically, and I'd done basically nothing with my entire life. Not just in terms of actual progress or potential I wasn't living up to or whatever but like no life experience. Very few friendships, no romance and some unresolved issues that made even contemplating it feel like drinking nuclear sewage, I'd never gone anywhere or done anything. I had no skills or talents beyond apparently being *very* good at running tabletop which isn’t a particularly viable thing to hinge your existence on.

I was terrified of expressing myself in basically any way because I didn't want to appear cringe or gay or whatever else would get me mocked. I  had learned long ago to survive by leaning into largeness and perceived intimidatingness but also making myself small and beneath notice. Someone you don’t notice but don’t want to mess with if you do. But it sort of dovetailed with my dysphoria and my trauma and my horrible nightmarish body image issues (thanks mom) and mutated into this debilitating anxiety and disgust and shame towards myself and especially my body.

I felt like this hollow shell of a person that didn't really experience the world so much as go through the motions so people assume they do, and I lived like that for a long, long time. I didn’t go to college until like 25-26, and only once I was out of that environment was I able to even begin to unravel the knotted mass of scar tissue and thorns that is my psyche. I was basically held together by stress and tension, so I had to fall apart to begin rebuilding. I didn’t really make any headway on the gender thing until I was fucking 30, not because it didn’t hurt but because everything did and it was so hard to distinguish one thread of agony from another.

I feel incredibly old and harrowed and also like I’ve barely lived. I relate to no one, belong nowhere. Among my younger friends I feel like a decrepit ghost, something haunts the discord servers and groupchats to mournfully observe the living but never to be like them. People my own age talk to me about their achievements and their attachments and I try my best to hide that I am naught but the palest shade compared to them, a void where a life would have gone in a kinder world. I want so desperately to live but I don’t think I’ve ever actually done it and at this point I fear it’s too late.

[saccharine-arts]

I know those eyes, following me Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea I know that face, strange though it seems Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams

Thinking about the Count of Monte Cristo Musical lately... it’s so so good. Painted my gothic hero-inspired character Corvus as Edmund Dantes

[dangerousskeletoncoptree]

i know those eyes

fo~llowing me

dark and familiar and deep as the sea

i know that face ♪ strange though it seems

younger and kinder it haunts all my dreams

how can you stand there a whisper from me

yet somehow feel far away

in eyes once familiar ♪ a stranger i see

with so many words left to say

this man is dead ♪ he lives no more

he died a little each day

like a thief the chattotif has stolen him away

[eleancrvances]

“The Count of Monte Cristo″ musical / English concept album is... Not Good, but there are some lyrics from that make me go feral:

and everyday shuffles by like the day before / on its way to the blackest of skies / and everyday a little death comes and paces the floor / and a little bit more of me dies

how can you stand there, a whisper from me?/ yet somehow, be so far away? / in eyes once familiar, a stranger i see / with so many words left to say

i will carry hell to your doorstep, i will make you pay / you will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day / sleepless nights and days of damnation / soon and evermore

such pretty lies masquerading as duty and honor / everything dies, even little girl story book plans and dreams

history’s a story told by the people who survive // let me sign and then initial / it’s the truth if it’s officially the story

i am a ghost / just a mirage / who chases traces of you

give me the world / finally as it is / not black and white / compromise, as it is / not wrong or right / pretty lies, as it is / albert and me / little girl, foolish boy / willing to live like a man who is willing to die / to justify his pretty lie

i know those eyes, following me / dark and familiar, and deep as the sea / i know that face, strange though it seems / younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams

an accident occured / edmond dantès is dead / dead and gone

the man i used to be / cannot be outrun / albert still lives / whatever else i've done / forever in his eyes, she'll see / the man that I used to be

[astra-lun]

I know those eyes following me Dark and familiar and deep as the sea I know that face, strange though it seems Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams

Після того як Ґудрун навчилась подорожувати снами, вона часто навідувалась у сни Крістофа.

Розмови уві сні відчувались дещо інакше, більш особистими, більш інтимними. Так, сновидіння за сновидінням, розмова за розмовою, Крістоф потроху ділився про своє минуле, довге життя вампіра. 

І саме під час однієї з таких розмов Ґудрун виявила, що її “дежавю” - це спогади з її минулих життів, не одного, не двух. І у цих життях, вони вже зустрічали одне одного.