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musical-hunger-games · 1 year

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First Wave of Tributes

All tributes and pairs were chosen randomly

Tribute list under cut

Gleb Vaganov (Anastasia) vs. Farrah (We Are the Tigers)

Annie Bennett (Annie) vs. Jason McConnell (Bare: A Pop Opera)

Virgil the Rat (Ride the Cyclone) vs. Monty Navarro (A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder)

Winnie Foster (Tuck Everlasting) vs. Antonio Salieri (Mozart, l'opera rock)

Seymour Krelborn (Little Shop of Horrors) vs. Jason Dean (Heathers)

Dr. Madden (Next to Normal) vs. Regina George (Mean Girls)

The Fates (Hadestown) vs. Riff (West Side Story)

Squidward Tentacles (Spongebob Squarepants: The Broadway Musical) vs. Justin Laboy (21 Chump Street)

Mrs. Lovett (Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street) vs. Tevye (Fiddler on the Roof)

Angelica Schuyler (Hamilton) vs. Pierre Bezukhov (Natasha, Pierre, & the Great Comet of 1812)

Noel Gruber (Ride the Cyclone) vs. Professor Callahan (Legally Blonde)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein - A New Musical) vs. Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob Squarepants: The Broadway Musical)

Sweeney Todd (Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street) vs. Chip (Beauty and the Beast)

Peggy Schuyler (Hamilton) vs. Satine (Moulin Rouge!)

Django (Ratatouille: The Tiktok Musical) vs. Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen)

Nick Marson (Come from Away) vs. Superman (Holy Musical B@man!)

Mayor George Shinn (The Music Man) vs. Christian (Moulin Rouge!)

Elle Woods (Legally Blonde) vs. Tamatoa (Moana)

Elmo (Sesame Street) vs. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

Alexander Hamilton (Hamilton) vs. Phillip Carlyle (The Greatest Showman)

Marvin (Falsettos) vs. Aunt Eller (Oklahoma!)

Hades (Hadestown) vs. Persephone (Hadestown)

Maria Rainer (Sound of Music) vs. Earl Hunterson (Waitress)

Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins) vs. Professor Henry Hidgens (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals)

Jean Valjean (Les Miserables) vs. Homeschoolers that Desperately Wanted to be Theatre Kids

Pseudolus (A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum) vs. Hélène Kuragina (Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812)

Stine (City of Angels) vs. Yentl Mendel (Yentl the Yeshiva Boy)

Ja'far (Twisted) vs. Timon (The Lion King)

Jamie Wellstein (The Last Five Years) vs. Abuela Madrigal (Encanto)

Catherine Howard (Six) vs. Catherine of Aragon (Six)

Tom Collins (Rent) vs. Sebastian (The Little Mermaid)

Caiaphas (Jesus Christ Superstar) vs. Linda Monroe (Black Friday)

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theandrewlloydwebbermemorialpool · 1 year

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#a gentleman's guide to love and murder #gglam #monty navarro

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ladystrallan · 2 years

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Just thinking about how the perfect recipe for a throuple is a blonde, a brunette, and a man

#also me George and chevalier lol #a gentleman's guide to love and murder #gglam #sibella hallward #monty navarro #phoebe d'ysquith #professor marston and the wonder women #if you haven’t seen that movie watch it IMMEDIATELY #it is fantastic #polyamory #throuple

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trashpidgeon48 · 1 year

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Mmhm…. GGLAM

#a gentleman's guide to love and murder #gglam #monty navarro #sibella hallward #Phoebe D’Ysquith #broadway #musical theater

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theodorebasmanov · 2 years

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I’ve watched “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” and Devil sees, I didn’t expect much of it, and fortunately – I was mistaken and had wonderful two and something hours. It reminded me of some old operettas, like “The Bat” (“Die Fledermaus”), for example, but darker. I mean, there’s a scene in which the main character stands in a corridor and holds doors of rooms in both of which stand women with whom he has an affair of a kind and they all three sing together “Barber of Seville” style (there it was a quintet and here a trio, but you get the point). Also, it’s probably the first not-Starkid musical comedy, which’s genuinely funny, at least sometimes. (Okay, maybe third, “Avenue Q” and “Beetlejuice” were also pretty amusing, but there, the main thing were cultural references.) Especially the very last scene made me actually laugh. That’s probably thanks to the charisma and talent of the leading actor - Bryce Pinkham. All those voice modulations, jumps and so on made the whole show. Well, of course, the whole idea that one actor should play all members of the family (which how many, nine people?) adds some comedy effect. The musical part was pretty good too and again felt a little operetty. P.S. A little comedy gay musical number never hurt anybody either.

#musical #musical theatre #a gentleman’s guide to love and murder #comedy musical #monty navarro #the d'ysquith family #sibella hallward #phoebe d'ysquith #miss marietta shingle #bryce pinkham #jefferson mays

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six-frogs-in-a-trench-coat · 2 years

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monty navarro really is our bi icon

#gglam #a gentleman's guide to love and murder #monty #monty navarro

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asinglebell · 2 years

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Monty Navarro after learning that his boss, Asquith D'Ysquith, has died.

#Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder #Monty Navarro #why are all the D'Ysquiths dying?

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songstresstinyteacup · 7 days

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Chapter 5 is up!!

I PROMISE the next chapter will introduce Van Helsing and Co. I just needed to get this out of my brain first!!

#gglam #monty navarro #phoebe d'ysquith #sibella hallward #belladonnasandroses #my writing #fanfiction #bloody belladonnas

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isingonly4myangel · 2 years

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Sibella rehearsing her Dracula scenes with Monty and Phoebe respectively. (yes I know this is such a throwback).

Wow, 7 years of 11th of May anniversary fics! Part 4 of a piece I started almost 4 years ago, and only planned to do 2 parts with. This one has very little to do with Lionel, but given the internet's current delight with Dracula, it felt like it fit for this year :)

Monty hated dining at the club. Well, he hated dining at that club. Being an earl, of course, he’d had to accept membership invitations to several premier gentlemen’s clubs in London, but the Marlborough House Set unnerved him.

Given the history of the club, everyone was always sniffing for a scandal, whispering about activities behind closed doors. A handful of members were forever flaunting their escapades and affairs, boasting about bedding others’ wives in full hearing of the club’s occupants. Monty preferred to keep his nose out of business that was not his own, but sometimes he pondered what the club's reaction would be to his own living arrangement. Only a momentary contemplation was enough to make his heart race and palms sweat.

And it didn’t help that inquiries about Mrs. Holland always came with lecherous smiles or salacious winks, implying the imagination of all kinds of activities behind the closed doors of Highhurst Castle. Preferring to keep the less conventional aspects of his marriage private, the expectation of divulging juicy secrets set Monty on edge, and he had been only too glad when the evening had wrapped up early. No, he much preferred dining at the Savile Club, and looked forward to that meeting the following week.

Throat already free of its cravat, he unbuttoned his waistcoat as he strode down the hall. Sibella’s voice, light and melodious, floated down the hallway and lifted his spirits with sound alone. Expecting Phoebe to be with her, he knocked briefly before opening the door, so as not to surprise them.

But when he stepped through the door and met a radiant smile from Sibella, he found that she was quite alone in the room. Seated on the edge of the bed, she wore only her corset and petticoat, her blonde curls tied back with a purple ribbon- which he knew to be Phoebe’s doing. She hopped up to greet him with a kiss, and instantly he felt lighter, all the nerves of the club banished by a delicious swirl of perfume.

“How was the club?” she asked as his hands smoothed over the boning at her waist.

“Ghastly, but that’s to be expected.” She gave him a sympathetic smile and leaned up to kiss him again before making her way back to the bed. “Where’s Phoebe?”

“She’s working downstairs, but I’m sure she’ll be up soon now that you’re home.”

“Hmm,” he nodded. “Who were you talking to, then?” When she looked at him questioningly, he added, “I could hear you from the hall just now.”

“Oh,” she sighed, and gestured to the thickly bound manuscript on the bed beside her. “It’s this blasted script. I think I’ve got the scene, but it’s very hard to practise without looking at the page when you’ve no one else to talk to.”

Her tiny pout and pleading eyes not only asked him the question but also decided his answer. He’d never been able to resist that look.

“Very well then, move over.” Her grin brought a smile from him as well, and he sat down on the bed, picking up the manuscript. “Where shall we begin?”

“There’s a line at the start of the page that begins with ‘Oh Mina’, we can go from there. And correct me if I get a word wrong, it won’t do me any good to rehearse it incorrectly.”

Monty nodded his understanding before clearing his throat grandly, earning a giggle from Sibella. “Oh Mina, why can’t they let a girl marry more than just one man?” He turned quickly to Sibella, his brow raised in surprise, but she shot him a warning look.

“Lucy,” was her only reply, the admonishment sending his eyes back to the page.

“I don’t mean it of course, but I’ve had two proposals from two wonderful men,” he continued.

“Lucy, tell me!”

“Do you know Jack Seward?”

“The doctor?” she questioned quickly.

“Yes,” the dialogue confirmed. “He came down to see me the other day. He was so nervous, he almost managed to sit on his hat! He told me how much he cared for me, and then he asked if I thought I could love him, in time. Of course I was in tears, and when I shook my head his hands trembled.” Monty’s eyes grew serious, his voice turning somewhat forlorn as he truly realised what he was reading. “And then he asked if I cared already for anyone else, and I told him, and he took both my hands in his, and said he hoped I would be very happy, and that if I ever wanted a friend I must count him as one of the best. Oh Mina, it isn’t a happy thing to see a poor fellow whom you know loves you honestly passing quite out of your life.”

“But Lucy,” Sibella interrupted his momentary melancholy with a light tap on his knee. “Who is the other?”

“Arthur Holmwood,” he spoke brightly.

“Lord Godalming’s son?”

“Yes!” He nearly exclaimed, surprised at his own enjoyment. “Oh Mina, he is so wonderful, he absolutely swept me away! I do love him. I know I do, but I feel… I'm very confused, Mina. One minute I’m laughing, the next crying! Mina, have you ever…?” He trailed the question off as printed.

“What?” she inquired.

“I mean, with Jonathan, have you ever wanted… wanted…” He glanced over at her, somewhat perplexed.

“I don’t understand,” was her only reply.

“I can’t sleep at night Mina, and when I do I have these dreams!” Monty brought the page closer to him, intrigued by the story unfolding before him.

“What sort of dreams?”

“About Arthur! Sometimes Jack. Others too, sometimes men I don’t know and I… Last night Mina, the air was so thick and oppressive it felt like a-” He stumbled slightly over the words. “A hand on my breast pressing me down into the bed-”

“Lucy!” Sibella cut him off, and he saw the mirth in her eyes in her eyes brought by his shocked expression. “I don’t know what to say.”

He cleared his throat again before continuing. “But Arthur and I are to be married in the autumn and that, as they say, is that. You will be my maid of honour?”

“Oh, Lucy! Well, matron of honour I hope, by then.”

“Captain!”

“Oh, you can stop there.” Sibella spoke. “Mrs. Westenra enters, and then I haven’t as much to say.”

“Sibella…” he trailed off with a bemused chuckle. “This may prove to be quite a different sort of play than what I was expecting.”

“You know me, always full of surprises.” Her lips turned upward in a satisfied smile. “But did I speak everything as it is on the page?”

“Ah…” He searched the page with his eyes, realising he had become distracted from his main task. “Yes, here, I believe you said ‘I don’t understand’, when the line is ‘I’m not sure I understand.’”

“Oh, blast. Well, do it again, then, so I can get it right. We can start further down I suppose, just before Lucy mentions Arthur. Ready?” He nodded quickly, turning the page back. “But Lucy, who is the other?”

“Arthur Holmwood,” came his reply.

“Lord Godalming’s son?”

“Yes!” Better equipped a second time through, Monty found himself moving more easily through the script. “Oh Mina, he is so wonderful, he absolutely swept me away! I do love him. I know I do, but I feel… I'm very confused, Mina. One minute I’m laughing, the next crying! Mina, have you ever…?”

“What?” she asked quickly.

““I mean, with Jonathan, have you ever wanted… wanted…” He shot her a significant look before she spoke her next line.

“I’m not sure I understand,” she spoke, emphasising the correction she had made. He smiled at her before continuing.

“I can’t sleep at night Mina, and when I do I have these dreams.”

“What sort of dreams?” An idea occurred to him, decidedly not a part of the script.

“About Arthur. Sometimes Jack.” He shifted closer to her on the bed. “Others too, sometimes men I don’t know and I… Last night Mina,” he spoke her character’s name teasingly as he leaned forward into her, making her tilt back until she lay flat against the sheets, though he continued reading. “The air was so thick and oppressive,” his fingers trailed across her stomach and upward until his palm covered where the curve of her breasts met the top of her corset. “It felt like a hand on my breast pressing me down into the bed,” in accordance with the dialogue, he pressed slightly against her skin, feeling her breath catch beneath his hand.

“Lucy,” she spoke pointedly. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes, darling,” he breathed, dipping down to kiss her throat, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Rehearse the scene from the top with me one more time, and then we’ll talk.” She gave him a wicked smile. Heaving a sigh, he nodded in agreement, and picked up the manuscript again.

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“It’s alright, Mina, it’s alright!” cried Phoebe. She and Sibella were in the library, and thoroughly immersed in the script pages of ‘Dracula’. Sibella had been delightfully surprised by her rehearsal with Phoebe. The brunette had more than willingly undertaken the task, and now she stood while Sibella lay draped across the settee, switching between variants of her own voice for each character she read for.

“Unclean,” Sibella spoke in a harsh whisper. “Unclean! I must touch him or kiss him no more. Oh, it is I who am now his worst enemy and whom he may have most cause to fear.”

“Nonsense, Mina.” Phoebe spoke resolutely, her tone pitched slightly lower as she spoke for Jonathan. “It pains me to hear such a word. I would not hear it of you, I shall not hear it from you. And may God judge and punish me with more bitter suffering than even this hour, if by any act or will of mine anything ever come between us!”

“Oh, Jonathan,” Sibella breathed, and sat upright to mime the scripted embrace.

“Madam Mina,” Phoebe spoke as Van Helsing, his voice closest to her own. “Later I may ask permission to hypnotise you, but for now, please tell us exactly what happened.” Interrupting herself, her voice took on Jonathan’s deeper timbre. “Van Helsing-” But had to interrupt herself again, as Van Helsing continued. “If God wills we are to deliver our loving friend from endless night, then one of our few small weapons is our knowledge! I am sorry.”

“Hold my hand, darling,” Sibella spoke, and Phoebe dropped onto the settee beside her to do just that, back to playing Jonathan. “Jonathan and I were talking here, you gentlemen were downstairs. At once there was a heaviness in the air that made my flesh crawl. I felt as if a wet mist was enveloping me, and a thousand cold fingers touched my body.”

Sibella continued on, describing mist that turned into a man, briefly summarising what the audience would have just seen, while Phoebe watched the page intently. Momentarily, Sibella drew herself up and her tone grew determined. “You must make me a full partner now in all you do. There is nothing can give me more pain than I suffer. Whatever happens can only bring me hope.

“Dear Madam Mina, it is good that you are not afraid.” Phoebe spoke as Van Helsing.

“Not for myself, for my mind is made up.”

“To what?”

“If I find in myself- and I shall, watch closely- any sign of harm to those I love, I shall take my life,” she declared.

“No-” Jonathan’s protest came from Phoebe before her Van Helsing spoke again.

“You would not kill youself?”

“I would,” Sibella spoke resolutely.

“My god, Mina,” Phoebe-Jonathan murmured before Van Helsing took over. “You must not die until the other who has fouled your sweet life is true dead. You must not die.”

“You mean I must endure this horror to whatever end it leads me?”

“My child, there are men here who would give their own lives to save you. Mock not their love.”

“What have I done?” Sibella asked incredulously. “What have I done to deserve this?”

A momentary silence fell over the library, both women still entranced by the scene they had played.

“Do you want to keep going?” Phoebe asked softly.

“No, I know the rest of it. The men make all their plans and then it’s just ‘It’s alright, Jonathan’ and then I get branded with the wafer, and I only have ‘Oh God, oh God, must I bear this’ after that.”

“Brilliant, my love! Every word was perfect.” Phoebe beamed at her.

“Was it really?” questioned Sibella delightedly. “I thought for sure a piece of the ‘wet mist’ wasn’t quite right.”

“No, I was watching the page, you were absolutely flawless.”

“Good Lord, what a miracle! I was so afraid I’d walk into tomorrow’s rehearsal and absolutely butcher it.” She pressed a relieved hand to her chest.

“You’ll be perfect, as always. But…” Sibella looked up at Phoebe, brow raised. “Would you like to try it again, just to be certain?”

Sibella nodded eagerly, and they grinned at each other before they took their places for the beginning of the scene.

#gglam #11th of may #anniversary #sibella hallward #monty navarro #phoebe d’ysquith #a gentleman's guide to love and murder #dracula #dracula daily #writings

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artisticallyaroacecrickett · 1 month

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hello gglam fandom I made a thing

#musical theatre #crickett's theatre brainrot #a gentleman's guide to love and murder #gentleman's guide to love and murder #gglam #aggttlam #monty navarro #phoebe d'ysquith

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tierra-paldeana · 13 days

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Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch.

☠🌏– The Elite Four member had invited her namesake to her house recently for a 'sleepover', something she had never done before. Not so casually or platonically, anyway. Someone visiting her at home and staying overnight was a rare occurrence (at least in such a way), but she had enjoyed the idea and well, here they were.

It truly was springtime - out of nowhere, it had begun to rain quite generously, drops sliding off the window glass of the salita.

Snacks were eaten, conversations were had, things were taught and learned throughout the afternoon. At some point, her companion asked for a glass of water, which she kindly stood up to serve.

While in the kitchen, Rika looked through the window at the rain. Ah, she really enjoyed watching it cleaning everything and watering her patio plants... but before long, she noticed she must've been in dreamland for quite a bit. Right, the water. She got the Clodsire mud she had given her, washed it and dried it nicely, before filling it generously with water.

And then she came back to her having fallen fast asleep on the couch. The rain must've sounded relaxing... she could relate to that.

''Nava¹? Navita... you good?''

Her voice is soft and not demanding at all, just making sure everything's okay. She leans down to take a closer look and confirms that she is, indeed, sleeping.

A smile, and she leaves the mug on the nearby table, takes hold of the blanket she had given her earlier and tucks her as gently as possible as to not wake her up. It was still surprising to see just how much shorter than her she was, considering her blankets usually covered her just nicely, yet there was a lot more 'empty space' when she was using it.

In a way, it was cute.

''Nahah...''

She chuckled quietly before sitting down by her side, careful not to invade her personal space. Yeah... the sound of the rain within the comfort of your own home was truly relaxing. Did this mean she felt safe enough to fall asleep at her house? If so... she wouldn't help but feel some warmth in her chest.

¹from nava, a type of water meadow usually located in spanish mountain valleys

#( ic );#( ask );#monterraverde #v: ( tierra diferente );#( eepy...... )#( and we get to see the nickname rika came up with for monty! )#( looks like it's gonna be orography themed lol )#( while writing this i was like 'huh this sounds good' only to remember that your rika's surname is indeed navarro LOL )#( mostly coincidental! but if it's not good/might conflict with anything i forgot to bear in mind please lmk! )#( i love seeing them bonding i swear to arceusssss )

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