You Are Music
Oh, you are music
Beautiful music
And you are light to me
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Aaand hello everyone!!! this account was banned for over a week cause i trusted it to someone i shouldnt, yes very stupid i know. *sigh* anyways, i dont want to talk about that person.
So, i was having terrible insomnia and i decided it was time to go back to my old habits of reading before bed, and guess what, i chose one of my favorite Phantom of The Opera fanfics... BENEATH THE SHADOWS.
I dont need to tell you all that it gave me phantom fever and crazy inspiration lol so heres a fanart. Who missed my phantom content?
Oh, yeah, it cured my insomnia...eventually!
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Places from The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
I ended up visiting several places mentioned in The Phantom of the Opera last summer. I found myself on a strange little pilgrimage...
The Paris opera house - the Palais Garnier
La Madeleine - the church in Paris where Erik fantasised about getting married to Christine and playing his nuptial mass on the really big organ
The beach at Trestraou - where Christine's red scarf flew into the sea and
The church at Perros Guirec - where Raoul had his crazy night seeing Christine worshipping the mysterious violinist playing 'The Resurrection of Lazarus'
All links to other posts on tumblr with my photos of these places
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Losing the boul and giving one back leaves you with a +1 and -1 with Rene and a +2 and -1 with Gaston and that’s just… so interesting. The way that this little mechanic reveals so much about their characters. Getting a boul after losing theirs is enough for Rene to let it go, as if it never happened, but for Gaston it makes him trust Harry more than if he’d never lost the boul in the first place. It’s just… them
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Palais de Thornolie, Salle du Trône: 22 May 1850, 15:30
[Murmured Chatter as Everyone Leaves the Room]
Le Roi Gaspard: I'm not certain any of us imagined you would clean up so well.
Comte de Montavin: [Dark Chuckle] Not sure I had a choice, Oncle.
Le Roi Gaspard: En effet. Arabella is certainly a force to be reckoned with. Let us hope for your sake your bride is not the same.
Comte de Montavin: Hmm....
Le Roi Gaspard: These things are never easy, Gaston.
Comte de Montavin: You mean having your hands tied behind your back?
Le Roi Gaspard: Given your proclivities I would be suprised if this was the first time.
Comte de Montavin: [Chuckles] I wasn't aware you knew.
Le Roi Gaspard: Ton père has always kept me informed of your whereabouts, neveu. You should hardly be surprised.
Comte de Montavin: [Sighs] I suppose not.
Le Roi Gaspard: You have grown into an honourable man, Gaston. This may not be what you intended for your life, but-
Comte de Montavin: And how would you know?
Le Roi Gaspard: You are not the only one in this room who was forced into a marriage they didn't want.
Comte de Montavin: [Shocked] You and-
Le Roi Gaspard: Oui. The last person on this Earth I ever expected to be bonded to was ta tante. But forces beyond my control made sure I had no say in the matter. I was bombarded with a wedding, a wife, and a new path in life all in one evening.
Comte de Montavin: I...I don't understand. Who would have the ability to force you into marriage?
Le Roi Gaspard: Someone long since passed...
Comte de Montavin: Qui?
Le Roi Gaspard: ...It's not important. What is important is despite what is being burdened on your shoulders is not more than you can carry. Between ton père, ta tante, and myself, you have been raised to overcome these challenges. Marriage is a fickle business, Gaston, but you have the knowledge and intelligence to manage those turbulent waters with ease.
Comte de Montavin: Did you truly just relate my impending marriage to my naval experience?
Le Roi Gaspard: [Chuckles] Merely making sure you're paying attention. Now come along, we mustn't keep ta tante waiting. I fear you've already endured her rath long enough, and I'm not sure I want to join you in your boots.
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Is this what you mean?
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Sketches of Perros-Guirec I
"Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them." - Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
Media: Watercolor, gouache, minor digital edits and text
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“Look at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like!” (x)
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SLEEPING IN A COFFIN SURROUNDED BY A RED CANOPY IN A ROOM PLAYING DEATH IRAE.
give me a bigger drama queen than erik
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Now draw Gaston and Beast making out pussy🔫🔫 /hj
Prince Adam does a little trolling & asks Lefou for some help (this is my first ask lol)
Bit harsh on the last part but this was funny for it being my first Tumblr ask/submission
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Young mandoline player - Gaston Pauwels , 1935.
Belgian , 1897-1983
Oil on plywood , 91.5 x 74 cm.
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mystery of the flamingo's pink
Oh opening shots my beloved
Yknow for not liking Zach you sure talk about him a lot Gaston🤨
Babes I am BEGGING you to give these animals some personal space
[points]
WHITE
Fred jones voice: Well gang, look’s like we got a mystery on our hands!
Put that hand back where it came from or so help me-
He’s found his people
EHY DOES THERE ALWAYS HAVE TO BE VORE
Girls he’s been at this for days help him
whistle sound
Dramatic
Hey girls it’s me the ps5 speaking to you inside your mind to say the goddamn cook is collapsing the order of nature
Ganging up on you cutely to beat you to death with the boys
“If they’re flamingos than why aren’t they pink- bECAUSE YOU TOOK IT LINGUINI NOW GIVE IT BACK
Literally getting chased down by the Mean Girls Mafia
“Shrimpy Chris isn’t so shrimpy anymore!” no you’re shrimp squared
Also the term youre looking for is twunk
(he just jumped outta a fucking plane with no plan, love him)
Christopher being my favorite character block
And a Gourmand purely because I don’t have enough snips of him
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Palais Théâtre de Thornolie: 11 May 1850, 19:40
Comte de Montavin: Mademoiselle Roux. Madame la Comtesse, bonsoir.
Comtesse de Gregny: Monsieur le Comte.
Comte de Montavin: Are you looking forward to the performance, Mademoiselle?
Mademoiselle Giselle: Oui, Monsieur.
Comte de Montavin: I am told the soprano is quite marvelous, and tonight’s tenor is an up and coming master in his craft. It should make for a spectacular evening.
Comtesse de Gregny: We shall see, Monsieur.
[Short Silence Ensues]
Comte de Montavin: However marvelous they may be, I hope it not too bold of me to say they could not be as marvelous as you, Mademoiselle.
Mademoiselle Giselle: You flatter me, Monsieur.
Comte de Montavin: Might I have the pleasure of your company this evening? The view from my father’s box is rather breathtaking.
Mademoiselle Giselle: You humble me, Monsieur...I’d be honoured.
Comte de Montavin: If you’ll allow me to escort you?
Mademoiselle Giselle: [Murmurs] Your shows of affection appears quite polished since last we saw one another.
Comte de Montavin: [Murmurs] Madame la Reine sees and hears all. The woman has the keenest of eyes and the sharpest of ears in any room, so you’d do well to remember that moving foward.
Mademoiselle Giselle: Oh...Should I be making a spectacle of myself then to enhance our charade?
Comte de Montavin: [Chuckles] Perhaps we should leave the overly dramatic gestures to me...
Mademoiselle Giselle: [Giggles] Perhaps you’re right...Gaston?
Comte de Montavin: Hmm...
Mademoiselle Giselle: Gaston, what’s wrong?
Comte de Montavin: Rien...ce n'est rien...
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