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Once he gets into her soul, theres no telling what she'll do....
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NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow and I still haven't decided if I should go back to my merik fics...
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masqueradeball · 1 year
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The beginning of my Erik/Meg slow burn.
Meg finds comfort and friendship from an unlikely person within the walls of the Paris Opera House. And when they work together on a creative venture, they slowly realize there's more than just a creative spark between the two of them.
A 2004 movie based fic with Leroux and other Phantom film references.
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flea-palace · 1 month
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incorrect poto strikes again
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opera-ghost · 5 months
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phantom of the opera + twitter
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ereyies · 4 months
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love never dies? love should die.
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rose-margaritas · 5 days
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This’ll probably be one of the last animatics I post in a while, but I had to contribute at least one of them to one of my favorite ships of all time— Megstine 🥰🫶
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lice-haver · 8 days
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*Disappears into the ether for 100 years only to become really obsessed with the hilariously bad attempted phantom of the opera sequel “love never dies,” reappears, draws it as that one incel meme, and then dips again*
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handstler · 9 months
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Meg: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
Sorelli: I sleep with a knife.
Christine: Both of you are pathetic.
Sorelli: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?
Christine: Erik.
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for the kiss meme. how about 36? thank you
Sure, this seems innocuous!
36 - Write a kiss that gives up control....
They rode in silence the entire way back. 
The steering wheel, a poor surrogate for Meg’s neck, strained against his death grip as the shaking Cadillac hurtled into the night. She called it a “piece-of-shit car,” an insult he could usually ignore. Not on a night like this. 
“Erik…”
He did not respond. He could hear the leather of the passenger seat complain against her shifting body weight. 
“Erik, you can’t stay like this all night. Talk to me.”
It was a mistake, bringing her. He should have seen this coming the minute Meg Giry danced into his college office with a credit deficit and a half dozen lemon donuts - 
Idiot. 
He lived his life through a finite set of principles that kept air in his lungs, kept his pen moving, kept the lights on, and, most importantly, kept him totally and utterly alone. Long ago he learned it was better that way, simpler, more sustainable to keep a ragged heart like his beating. 
But then she came in his office begging for a letter, for admission to the senior showcase she was disastrously under-qualified for, and he found himself caught by her pleading eyes and halting way she delivered her acute condemnations of his behavior, the behavior of the university at large, and the rest of the world. 
“Erik, we can talk about it. It’s me…”
It was her, that was the problem. It was always her and her stupid visits at office hours and the way she found old records of lost recordings and brought them to him, a person who did not get presents, never got presents. It was her who was the only one who could keep up with his rapid-fire notes on her work, the only one who didn’t complain to the department that he was “overly harsh” or “better suited to directing inmates than grad students.” The only person who listened to him. 
And listened she had. The sequins of her gala dress scratched against the beige carseat. She had been right, of course, she could do the showcase, could bind them to her with her dance and her passion. She had always been technically brilliant; now the world saw her heart as well. 
He had seen it too. Seen it and needed to never be parted from it. Needed her to consume him, more than she already had. Own him, if she so desired, a dog with a bird at her feet. 
The hand that skated over his on the steering wheel (10 and 2, never wavering, no, no wavering now. Come on, Erik) electrified him further and he pulverized his back molars even more, eyes blurring on the two yellow lines rising to meet them on the old back road under headlights. He shouldn’t even know the way to her apartment, shouldn’t have offered her those late night rides, shouldn’t have done any of it. It was an exercise in control, and he had lost. He would not again. 
“Please,” he hissed. 
“Ah, so the great maestro speaks!” 
He cursed himself for saying anything at all. It only served to spurn her closer to him in the racing, sputtering car. He could smell the bergamot on her perfume, the honey of her long-since-consumed lozenge. She had gotten closer, her blonde hair tossed over one shoulder, her lips sheathed in a deep maroon so close to his own gnarled mouth beneath the mask. He had never kissed someone with lipstick on, would the makeup stain his own, cursed lips like his, marking them as her own, forever –?
“ERIK LOOK OUT!”
The little hands yanked the steering wheel from his grasp and turned, narrowly swerving from the pit of headlights careening toward them. He hit the breaks; She overcorrected, narrowly avoiding the tree line that edged the road. 
He heard her laughter first, then his own, his hands stuck on the steering wheel a moment before they were wrapped in her hair, pressing her to him. 
She tasted like honey. 
a/n forgot that this was partially inspired by this photo from Phantom Thread, the most Erik adjacent movie
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ealsistersart · 3 months
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Phantom of the opera 🎭
Sunshine☀
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kimwexlers-brownhair · 5 months
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The girls are fighting
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From Fernanda Muniz's instagram. (x)
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angelbroad · 2 months
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Meg whenever a minor accident happens:
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aggclarke · 5 months
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POTO ICONS
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deeznutsthethrid · 27 days
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This is the last page of my first phantom of the opera sketchbook it was fun journey .
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spaceagebachelormann · 6 months
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doing your makeup with phantom of the opera characters !
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✧ warnings: none!
✧ characters included: christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagny, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli
✧ additional info: these can be read as any versions! however characters like christine and meg are mainly based off the book and musical versions :) can also be read platonically OR romantically
✧ nav. — m.list
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*ೃ༄ christine daaé
she does her makeup with you!
i feel like she prefers doing hers with someone in the room so she can a second opinion on how hers looks and she’ll do the same for them
she’d probably ask you to help her put some of it on cause book!christine canonically has bad vision
and she’d ask to do some of urs for funsies :)
despite her bad eyesight i feel like she’s actually very good at it cause she’s gotten used to it
overall a very nice experience cause christine is such a cutie <3
ೃ༄ erik destler
he’s intrigued
i feel like he also knows how to do makeup cause he wanted to cover up his face
anyway!! he’d only know how to use foundation and stuff for ur skin so hes rlly interested in mascara and eyeliner and eyeshadow and that stuff
100% let’s u try lipsticks on his arm
he also gives u his honest opinion on ur makeup when ur finished or almost finished (i hc hes brutually honest)
he also asks like a lot of questions
“what’s this” and he’s holding ur highlighter
probably also wants u to put some on him but is too afraid to ask
ೃ༄ raoul de chagny
he’s kind of like christine
but he’s much more energetic abt it
will suggest u wear the sparkliest eyeshadow he can find 😭
other than that he knows literally nothing about makeup but still wants to try and do it for you
and it’s best to say no because chances are he’ll fuck it up (badly)
he’ll also randomly pick something up and put it on himself for funsies
when he finds ur blush he’ll put them directly on his cheeks in circles like when little kids find their moms makeup
probably takes forever to clean him up too
he’s rlly inquisitive during it and asks nonstop questions but most of them are just to be annoying
ೃ༄ meg giry
almost the same as raoul but she mainly just yaps the whole time
it’s actually a very calming experience with her surprisingly
u just sit there and do ur thing and she’ll mind her own business and talk abt her day and asks abt urs too!
it’s also a gossip session
“i heard that carlotta might get fired and replaced by christine” is probably a common one
another one who’s brutually honest and gives her opinion
is not afraid to tell u if u look like shit but like 99% of the time she tells u look absolutely lovely
ೃ༄ carlotta giudicelli
so as we all know she’s kinda mean.. so she’s also very honest about your makeup
if your friends she’ll most likely just be saying it to make sure u look ur best, even if she is a little rude about it
if she doesn’t like you she just wants to piss you off
but she probably also wouldn’t be there if y’all weren’t friends
i feel like if u were taking too long or just didn’t look good enough (to her standards) she’d just be like “oh my god let me” and start doing it for u
if she’s not doing that she’ll use the time to practice her singing
she enjoys ur company and probably becomes nicer during this time <3
taglist : @faerieroyal (ik ur not on my phantom taglist but i love attention 😭)
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