"remember the scorpion..." ( AP. )

" and keep well away...! " indie selective Erik / The Phantom of the Opera written by SAM

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( a smol starter call? so i can get back into things? )

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( hey i’m re-reading Kay’s Phantom so i’m thinking . . . i might bring this blog back? )

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... come back

( hopefully i will be able to sometime in the next week, after my finals! the show i was directing went up this last week and so that’s been taking up all of my time )

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Do you have a main Christine?

( i do not! i typically don’t do mains on my blogs unless i know the mun irl. that being said, one of the beautiful things about Phantom is that there is so much source material to draw from--- musical, kay, leroux, etc.--- and everyone makes use of them differently. i love that i can interact with many Christines and that each will have their own unique take on the character! )

[alisoncooper]

leroux described raoul de chagny as being as pure as a virgin, remarkably shy, a poet who liked lofty music and listening to stories about fairies dancing in the moonlight, who had blushed when christine kissed his cheek,,, so like… why are half you still taking love never dies raoul as canon??? don’t listen to andrew llyod webber - raoul is soft and gentle and full of love

[electricportcullis]

he moisturizes

[ves5el-blog]

the only good thing about having an absolutely dreadful life is that you can justify being emo as hell

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@prcmisingtalent

She was gone. She was gone. She was GONE.

Every day that simple fact ached more and more ; each day it gnawed away at him like an insistent thorn digging ever further into his side, like the dagger she may well have plunged into his heart. Each day he wasted further and further away, praying that soon he would be nothing at all. He longed for an end. Surely it was time --- past time --- for this reprieve to be granted him. After so many cursed years upon this earth, and nothing to show for it --- nothing but the people he’d managed to hurt, the damage he’d managed to inflict --- it must be time for the curtains to finally draw closed on this dreary and repugnant opera. No final bows, and certainly no encore. One final note, and then an end. It was no more than he deserved.

But this end did not come, and damn him he could not overcome his Catholic upbringing that had instilled in him an all too serious fear of hell. He had committed many sins in his life, but this was one he could not bring himself to commit. After all, any other sin brought with it a chance to repent. There was no absolution for the suicide. And so he lived. Miserably, but he lived. Most of his time was spent at his organ, whiling away hours upon hours in a stupor of sound. Half of what fell from his fingertips could hardly be called music. A jarble of choked notes, pure emotion, pure despair, as his home fell into ruin around him. The mob had left the place a wreck when they could not find him, and he hadn’t bothered to right any of it. ( What would be the point? )

This was where he was perched when he heard a sound from behind him, over the cacophony of chords. Surely it was nothing, another trick of his ever-unraveling mind. After all, he so often dreamed that she would return. This could only be another one of those visions. There was no way it was really HER.

[knightsky]

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well, as a child i mostly spoke inside my head i had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead and they thought me broken, that my tongue was coated lead but i just couldn’t make my words make sense to them If you only listen with your ears i can’t get in and i spent my evenings pulling stars out of the sky and i’d arrange them on the lawn where i would lie and in the wind i’d taste the dreams of distant lives and i would dress myself up in them through the night

[c3po]

u are NOT welcome to my twisted mind. KEEP OUT! it’s private

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@angelsofmusic continued from here

“I?” he repeated incredulously, feeling dangerously close to violence. Unconsciously, he clenched and unclenched his fists, a futile attempt to restrain himself. “I seem to change my mind? Then what shall we say about your newfound … interest in the young vicomte? I would call that a change of heart, wouldn’t you?”

Oh yes, he knew all about her infatuation; how the young man had come in and attempted to steal away all that Erik had worked so hard to gain. A good name, a handsome face, and the stranger had swept her off her feet. Erik found himself advancing on her almost without considering it, judgement taking a backseat to the flame of emotion.

“Do not forget who has put you where you are now! Do not think that just because I have seen fit to bestow such gifts that I cannot take them away whenever I please.”

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me: Erik loves Shakespeare

my best friend, Briar: ffs Sam, stop projecting onto your muses

me: *cracks open Phantom and pulls out the receipts*

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( speaking of Phantom I’m re-reading it to refresh my memory, and I can’t stop thinking about that part where Nadir is insisting that Erik let Christine go:

“This is not the way for a gentleman to win a lady,” he said with difficulty, “and whatever else you may have been in your time, Erik, you’ve always been a gentleman . . . haven’t you?”

and then Erik just fucking cries, he just starts crying, that is so fucking sad i love my son i think about that every goddamn day . . . )

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@innocensrcse

“I often sit on a cushion at his feet, with my back resting against his chair, and beg him to read to me, gazing into the flickering fire while his voice paints pictures in my mind. Sometimes he reads to me from the Rubaiyat . . . Shakespeare . . . ancient legends . . .” --- Susan Kay, Phantom pg 372

( Erik & Christine read books together including Shakespeare & are generally big nerds #CONFIRMED )

[horrificmemes]

Reblog if you want anons about your muse’s worst memories.

Repressed or not, dig into my muse’s past and make them talk about things they wish they could forget.

[crowninglaurel-blog]

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❛ All that’s known in history, in science — overthrown. ❜ ❛ You doubt them, and soon they bark and hound you. ❜ ❛ All they say is  ‘trust in what is written. ❜ ❛ Wars are made, and somehow that is wisdom. ❜ ❛ Thought is suspect and money is their idol. ❜ ❛ And nothing is okay unless it’s scripted in their Bible. ❜ ❛ But I know there’s so much more to find just in looking through myself, and not at them. ❜ ❛ Still, I know to trust my own true mind. ❜ ❛ Name the stars and know their dark returning. ❜ ❛ Just watch me. ❜   ❛ God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall. ❜ ❛ This is so not life at all. Help me out, out of this nightmare. ❜ ❛ Just give it time, kid. ❜ ❛ Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living. ❜ ❛ God, my whole life’s like some test. ❜ ❛ It’s like, just kiss some ass, man. Then you can screw ‘em all. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and living in your head. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and sensing God is dead. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and knowing this is it. ❜ ❛ God, is this it? This can’t be it. ❜ ❛ Oh God, what a bitch! ❜ ❛ It’s almost like loving. Sad as that is. ❜ ❛ It’s like I’m your lover or more like your ghost. ❜ ❛ I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go. ❜ ❛ I try and just kick it but what can I do. ❜ ❛ It’s chill in the wind but it’s warm in your arms. ❜ ❛ I love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong. ❜   ❛ I ride on the rush, all the hopes, all the dreams. ❜ ❛ I may be neglecting the things I should do. ❜ ❛ You. You. You. ❜ ❛ No more whispering anymore. ❜ ❛ Touch me — just like that. ❜ ❛ God, that’s so nice. ❜ ❛ No more weeping anymore. ❜ ❛ Touch me, all silent. ❜ ❛ Tell me, please, ‘all is forgiven’. ❜ ❛ Touch me — just try it. ❜ ❛ I’ll love you right. ❜ ❛ Just too unreal, all this. ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word of your body? ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting? ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be wounded. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be your wound. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise. ❜ ❛ Watching his/her/their/your world slip through my fist. ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word – how I want you? ❜ ❛ I wanna be strong. I want the world to find out. ❜ ❛ Truly it touched me — it did — that you would think of me as a friend. ❜ ❛ Uh huh…uh huh…uh huh…well, fine. ❜ ❛ Not like it’s even worth the time. ❜   ❛ But still, you know, you wanted more. ❜ ❛ Sorry, it won’t change — been there before. ❜ ❛ A thousand bucks, I’m, like, scott free. ❜ ❛ By now you know the score. ❜ ❛ You’re gonna crash and burn. ❜ ❛ You toe the line. ❜ ❛ They’re not my home, not anymore. ❜ ❛ In any case, I assure you that your present misfortune will have no effect on my feelings for you. ❜ ❛ Okay, so nothing’s changed — heard that before. ❜ ❛ I am unchangingly, and most fondly yours. ❜ ❛ Just fuck it, right? Enough, that’s it. ❜ ❛ Another day of utter shit. ❜ ❛ Flip on a switch, and everything’s fine. ❜ ❛ But there’s nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind. ❜ ❛ Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just wingin’ over things, and nothing deep inside. ❜ ❛ I don’t do sadness. ❜ ❛ And who can say what dreams are? ❜ ❛ And who can say what we are? ❜ ❛ Can’t help the itch to touch, to kiss to hold ____ once again. ❜ ❛ All things ____ never did are left behind. ❜ ❛ When we look back, thirty years from now, tonight will seem unbelievably…beautiful. ❜ ❛ I thought perhaps, we’d only talk — ❜ ❛ So, are you sorry we…? ❜ ❛ I love you, _____, as I have never loved anyone! ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be wounded. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be my wound. ❜ ❛ Oh you’re gonna bruise too. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be your bruise. ❜ ❛ Such a shame. Such a sin. ❜ ❛ Those you’ve known and lost, still walk behind you. ❜ ❛ Those you’ve pained may carry that still with them. ❜ ❛ You’ve left them far behind. ❜ ❛ There’s a way through this. ❜ ❛ There’s so much more to find — another dream, another love you’ll hold. ❜ ❛ On your way you are not alone. ❜

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( tbh i’d love to have a phantom ‘04 verse because that movie is my childhood but i can’t for the life of me find any good icons from it which is so? strange to me & i’m not feeling ambitious enough to make them myself #struggle )

[coxragexs]

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             Belle offered the man a gentle smile though she could not help herself as she shvered at the deep sound of his voice. She tilted her head to the side, gazing at him curiously in the darkness surrounding them and she felt herself being drawn to him, as if the man held a mystery that she wanted to solve.

             The young brunette shook her head at those silly thoughts. She clasped her book in both hands and then put it inside of her leather pouch “Is there anything I could help you with, monsieur?” Belle asked, as always her heart showng it’s good side any time she talked to someone.

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            Erik purposefully averted his gaze from the stranger. She was quite beautiful, he couldn’t help but notice. As horrifying as he was himself, beautiful things had always fascinated him; the mystery of beauty was one he had yet to solve. Now was not the time, however, to be caught up in such flights of fancy. He found himself shaking his head before she had fully managed to complete her sentence.

            “That wont be necessary, mademoiselle, though I thank you.” He made to tip his hand, instinct only, but in doing so accidentally turned his face to the light of the streetlamp. Erik knew a brief moment of panic before he was in control once more, carefully controlled and stepping back into the shadows, ready to flee at the first sign of conflict.