#The Angel of Music: {Christine Daaé}

[ereyies]

"He's with me, even now, all around me... It frightens me."

hi guys its me elaine. inconsistent art style and i are brilliant friends. can i get a wahoo.

without effects + sketch

[jules-and-company]

quand je disais que la voix de serge bagdassarian ça peut vous emmener sur un autre plan de l’existence i meant that

[mercsandmonsters]

Tag Dump #2: Female Muses

Let's get these ladies tagged.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Nightwish - The Phantom of the Opera 2002

"The Phantom of the Opera" is a song from the 1986 stage musical of the same name, based on the 1910 French novel of the same name by Gaston Leroux, which tells the tragic story of a beautiful soprano, Christine Daaé, who becomes the obsession of a mysterious, masked musical genius living in the subterranean labyrinth beneath the Paris Opéra House. The song was composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber, with lyrics written by Charles Hart and Richard Stilgoe, and additional lyrics by Mike Batt. The song was originally recorded by Sarah Brightman and Steve Harley, which became a UK hit single in 1986, prior to the musical. Listen to it here! In its theatrical debut, it was sung by Brightman and Michael Crawford in their roles as Christine Daaé and the Phantom. Listen to it here! The Phantom of the Opera was the longest running show in Broadway history, and celebrated its 10,000th performance on February 11, 2012, becoming the first Broadway production in history to do so. It is the second longest-running West End musical, after Les Misérables, and the third longest-running West End show overall, after The Mousetrap. The original West End production at Her Majesty's Theatre, London, ended its run in 2020, its run cut short by the COVID-19 pandemic.

Nightwish is a Finnish symphonic metal band from Kitee. The band was formed in 1996 by lead songwriter and keyboardist Tuomas Holopainen, guitarist Emppu Vuorinen, and former lead singer Tarja Turunen. The band soon picked up drummer Jukka Nevalainen, and then bassist Sami Vänskä after the release of their debut album, Angels Fall First (1997). In 2001, Vänskä was replaced by Marko Hietala, who also took over the male vocalist role previously filled by Holopainen or guest singers.

In 2002, Nightwish released Century Child, along with the singles "Ever Dream" and "Bless the Child". Century Child was certified gold two hours after its release, and platinum two weeks afterwards. It set a record on the Finnish album charts of most distance between a first place album and the second place. An enduring favorite of fans is the band's version of "The Phantom of the Opera". The song was routinely played in concerts until October 21, 2005, when vocalist Tarja Turunen was fired from the band and later replaced with Anette Olzon, whereupon the band announced that they would never play the song live again. This would hold true for 17 years until November 27 and 28, 2022, when Nightwish was joined by Dutch singer Henk Poort on stage at the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam to perform the song. Marko Hietala joined Tarja Turunen at a couple of her solo shows in 2023 to sing "The Phantom of the Opera" with her. They are set to tour together in Spring 2024 in Latin America on Tarja's "Living The Dream – The Hits Tour".

"The Phantom of the Opera" recieved a total of 82,7% yes votes!

[venmondiese]

COME TO ME, ANGEL OF MUSIC

‎‎masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

-ˋˏ| summary: On a costume party, you meet Aemond, a strange man who seems to lurke your thoughts. Soon enough, you'll find he is more than what he seems.

✧| Pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

✧| word count: 4.2k

✧| Warnings: MDNI 18+, possible dub-con, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), Aemond is very weird, and this contains dark contents.

-ˋˏslightly based on the phantom of the opera + my contribution to halloween

You wish you knew how you ended up in a rich party, honestly. It was a costume party, and everyone had rich costumes. You went for a classic one; Christine from Phantom of the Opera.  Your friend was dating the younger son of this family, throwing a party in the whole damn state they had, as if it was some kind of Saltburn. You didn’t comply when she dragged you to ‘meet one of his rich friends so you and him can be together’ because honestly you had nothing better to do.

Seeing people do heroin and ecstasy was not your style, so you separated from your friend soon enough, as she told you her boyfriend and her would spend quite some time on that. She had promised to invite one of your childhood friends (and crush); Ben. Even if it had been ages, you still thought about the chance to meet him. 

Dancing on the dance floor was something else. They didn’t play some of the usual party songs played on discos or bars. It was somehow more refined, but it didn't stop you from dancing.  You danced with some dudes; with a mummy, with Beetle juice, with Pennywise and even with the typical one dressed as the Joker. You made out with them a bit, but soon enough you pulled away.

Once you were sweating through your costume, you went to the backyard, seeing all the stairs you had to get down to touch the grass. Instead, you walked to the chairs in the balcony and stayed there. 

“I lost my… fucking piercing…” you murmur, feeling your face and not feeling your nose ring. Did you even…?

“Hello, didn’t expect you here” 

You turn to see the voice by your side. It was dark, or perhaps you weren’t using your glasses, but you could swear there wasn’t a man there. 

“Hey” you murmur softly. 

“Who are you supposed to be?” He asks softly, smoking his cigarette as he was against the wall. 

You weren’t one for small talk, truly. But here you were.

“Christine Daaé” you tell him softly looking at him.

“Hm.”

“From the phantom of the opera”

“I know, it is rather obvious coming from you” he says softly, another puff as he speaks. 

You frown slightly, confused by his words. What was he on? Maybe your face is familiar with someone he knows. You are sure you know him. He is oddly familiar as well, and you definitely couldn't shake the feeling of knowing him. He was like a distant, misty memory, as if from a dream.

“And who are you?” 

“Nosferatu” 

You take a moment to watch his costume, seeing the formal clothes he used. He had long silver hair, and it looked silky and it was very eye-catching. As you saw more and more of him, as the dim lights from the garden gave him a sombre aura. His skin was pale, not rosy-like pale, but straight out white, cold tones. He had a purple eye, and he wore an eye patch to the other.

“I Thought Nosferatu was bald”

“I thought Christine Daaé could sing.” 

“You surely wear tons of makeup” 

“You should see my brother” he says, looking at you “He came as Edward Cullen, Tons of glitter”

You chuckle “I can see it”

He was handsome, leaning on the wall as he inspected you. Gave you goose bumps, that, and the cold air too. 

“What’s your brother’s name?” You ask softly, looking at him as the skirt of your costume had been caught on some leaves.

“Aegon” he says, as if testing your knowledge on the name.

“And yours?” You ask, smoothly. You wanted to know his, in truth, and he smirked as he puffed on his cigarette.

“Aemond” he says softly, looking at you. “Yours?”

You tell him your name, and he hums watching over you. There is something about the way he looks at you, making your skin have goose bumps and you turn slightly more conscious about yourself. He was intimidating, yet at the same time, you were attracted to him as moths are to light. 

“You fit the costume” he says, puffing on his cigarette again. 

“It is my favourite costume. I found a white corset, and a white puffy dress. I did the star pattern on it, and it took me a while to style my hair.” 

“Hm. I see.” his voice is sultry, watching you closely. 

“I have seen the Phantom of the Opera since I was a child. I love it” you admit with a smile “Seen it like a hundred times. I doubt there is someone who has seen it more than I”

He raises an eyebrow at your nerdiness, yet he shrugs, throwing his cigarette on the floor to stomp on it. His shoes had dragon patterns on them, and looked as if they had never been worn. 

“I doubt it” he says smugly, moving to sit in another chair next. One of his legs lazily going above the other as he leaned back. “I have seen it for years and years”

You roll your eyes amused, as if he was trying to fight who was nerdier. “Yeah, right”

“I mean it. They always play it in the theatre” he says, looking at your face as if trying to see your reaction. He isn’t very expressive, you notice, as his face almost doesn’t move as he speaks. 

“And so you happen to visit the theatre always?”

“Well, in fact I do.” He shrugs, moving to take another cigarette out of his pocket, to lighten it up. You roll your eyes as if you don’t believe him. “I own the place.”

It is a moment of silence, as you watch him brag about it. Men and their audacity. He was extremely rude, apart from off-putting. And he was arrogant, you knew an arrogant man when you saw one, how his chin is titled up, as if looking down at you. 

“Yeah, right”

“I mean it” He says, surely. 

“Are you rich?” You say in disbelief, not believing one word of what he was saying. 

“I live some states away” He says, referring to the mansions. “It’s older than the damn country”

“I do not believe you one bit”

“Don’t” he shrugs nonchalantly, his face barely changing as he takes another puff. “You could have had free entry to see the phantom of the opera every night” 

You narrowed your eyes to his words, you do not believe him. How rich can you be to own one of these houses AND own a theatre? Makes 0 sense in your middle class mind. Yet, Aemond, for some reason, is different. You cannot explain it… and it bugs you. Yet you are curious as a cat. 

“Okay, Mr. Billionaire” You say mockingly, leaning closer as you watch his face. “If you do own that, you must be an aristocrat” you point out, seeing how his eyebrows raise and he nods slightly.

“Yeah”

“So your family has been around for centuries?”

He nods, and he says “Yeah, more than centuries”

“Every dynasty falls, you know. Sooner or Later” 

“Or they evolve” He says, taking another puff. He has a calm way to speak, almost sultry. He speaks as if he had all the right opinions on the world, and doesn’t leave room to question him.

Aemond was handsome, perhaps too handsome. Though the white makeup was too much (and you can imagine how full of glitter his brother should be), he has a mystery surrounding him. He was a billionaire, yet he doesn’t tell you his family name, which doesn’t surprise you, since rich people are full of fake friends. You doubted that half of the people in this mansion even knew the hosts personally. And Aemond seems the calm type, stoic, silent and observant. You can notice it just by the way he stares at you, no expression on his face, not even boredom. 

“And you are friends with …” You ask, moving a hand to point at the castle. 

“My brother is more social than I am” his tone is quiet. 

“And he dragged you here?”

“I dragged myself here” he says. Even if he is very expressionless, you were getting tired of him.

You didn’t even notice how awkward the whole conversation was. He was so clearly uninterested in you, only bragged about his luxuries and spoke in a condescending tone. You were confused, no doubts. The alcohol had been too much.

“I will go to the dance floor then…, Aemond” you say standing up, and he doesn’t do the courtesy to look interested. 

As you leave, you just try to sneak away from his little corner, and you try to find your friend. The meeting with Aemond left you a sour taste in your mouth, no doubts. Lisa was certainly more of a social butterfly, and if she was next to her boyfriend she would probably be like his trophy, anyways. 

You walked through the corridors, and tried to check your phone. It was almost one in the morning, 00:58. You sighed, checking your messages as you tried to stay against the wall; the music was loud enough to drive you insane.

Where are u??? Ben is here…

You cursed yourself, muttering a great deal of insults as you answered, asking where the hell she was with Ben. You came with a purpose, and you certainly couldn’t leave without it. 

Ben was handsome, and his blonde hair fell from his face as he was dressed as some superhero you didn’t recognise. Yet he was lean, and handsome as hell. He has some beard, not too rusty, but you liked it, suited him well. It reminded you of his dad, no doubts. 

“Ben” you say smiling

“Oh, look at you” he says, standing up to hug you. “It has been ages!”

“Too long” You say smiling, hugging him back. “How have you been? I mean… What have you been up to?” It was almost impossible not to want to ask Ben about all the amazing things he must have been up to. 

Between chatting, drinking and dancing, it’s nearly three am when you are still dancing on him in the dance floor.  It was less crowded than before, yet it still was hot as hell. You were sweating slightly, and still with Ben, dancing together and having so much fun.

“Hey, Christine” 

You turn a bit confused. Oh, it was this guy. The Nosferatu guy, Aemond.

“Hey” You say to him, cringing a bit. His expressionless face looked from you to Ben, who stopped to dance to introduce himself. “Ben, this is Aemond… Aemond, Ben”

Whereas Ben extended his hand with a smile, Aemond watched him with a hum, acknowledging him with a raise of eyebrows. You wanted to die, he was so fucking rude and hard to swallow, and you didn’t even know why he was bothering you.

“You are friends?”

You try to answer, yet you find yourself mumbling nonsense as your cheeks get red slightly from shame. It is Aemond who answers.

“Yeah. Long acquaintances” he says, and his face finally changes. His lips curled in a smirk, his arms crossed on his chest as he was very much interested in Ben now.  “Isn’t it right?”

You look at him, and then at Ben, blinking a bit confused. “Yeah, we know each other… and we are so close” 

“Oh, I see. Didn’t mention that” He says, his smile confused as he looks at you. 

“Well, I didn’t remember” you say, a bit confused, frowning. 

Where did you exactly meet Aemond? 

“Ouch” Aemond says, looking at you. His voice still cold, and detached “Didn’t you tell him all the times we have gone to see the Phantom of the Opera?”

It takes you a bit to speak. “Yeah, tons of times… Aemond owns a theatre, and they play it all the time.”

Ben looks at you a bit confused. His hand is on the small of your back, and still close to you. 

“Maybe you could come with us” you babble, words out of your mouth hastily. “I’d like you to” you add, words you like to say finally coming out of your mouth.

“Sure thing” Ben says smiling, giving you a reassuring nod. 

“We could arrange it for the next season. Now it is all about more new musicals” Aemond says shrugging “Even if the Phantom of the Opera is quite new, still”

“It’s old as fuck, dude” Ben laughs it out, but his laugh is met with no response. 

You looked at him, eyes wide. You found it funny, why didn’t you laugh? 

“Either way…” Aemond says, his tone unwavering as always. “We have to leave, darling”

It is then when you look at Aemond again. You were attracted to him like a moth is to light, and he was like a drug. He was handsome, tall and definitely hot. He made you feel alive. 

Yet you didn’t want to leave Ben. Why would you? Lisa had especially invited him for this purpose, to get you two together, to reconnect and with some luck, hook up. Even if you weren’t the type to hook up with guys you have met the same day, unlike Lisa. She joked that maybe Ben was worth the exception. 

“Wait, I thought we were staying…?” Ben says, confused, since Lisa’s boyfriend had no problem in lending one of the guest rooms to you two. 

“No” you say, almost automatically. 

“Come on” Aemond says, pulling you away from Ben, grabbing your elbow with a self-sufficient smirk. 

His touch was cold, unwelcoming and uncaring. Even with that, you followed his lead out of the mansion, not caring to wave goodbye to Ben. 

It is when he opens his old car, probably expensive as hell, when you ask him. “Where are we going?”

He smiles “Oh, my darling. We are going to my state”

Your mind has problems remembering how you two exactly arrived at his state. You have had too much alcohol, either way. 

And as you went away from the party, you started to ask yourself more things. Why did you ignore Ben? You were an ass to him, and you didn’t care about it. But in truth, you did, and you felt awful about it. 

It made zero sense; you couldn’t understand your change of heart. As if sorcery was inflicted upon you, or mind control. When you take out your phone, to send him a message, to apologise, and to also tell Lisa where you are, you find yourself with no signal at all. You barely had any battery on it too.

“Do not bother” Aemond’s cold tone comes as he drives. The car was so old, the gearshift was like a lever next to the steering wheel. Damn, this shit didn’t even have a radio. “There is no signal around here”

“No technology either…” you murmur between your teeth, and try to look out in the darkness of the night. It was all mist, from miles and miles in the field. 

“Do not worry yourself” He says, and with that, you shut up. 

Your walk is almost automatic, following his lead into his house. It was a mansion, more like a Victorian one. Maybe even older, this truly seems like centuries old. You couldn’t imagine how old his dynasty was to inherit something like this. 

Aemond could be as sultry as he was cold, because soon enough you were on his bed, sitting as he talked softly, about your appearance or how perfect you were. You truly didn’t take a look around his home, or his room. Surely, there were a lot of stairs, and a lot of floors. But you only cared for Aemond.

“Dressing up like Christine, hm? Suits you” He murmurs, his hands cupping your face as if you were dear to him, yet there was no tenderness in his tone, only that detachment you despised. 

“Hm” it was all you could say. 

“So perfect for me. I knew I was right on you”

His lips devour yours as he kisses you, and you can do anything but return his kisses, perhaps not with the same fervour, but still you are a bit enthusiastic with that. 

If he was cold, he made it up by being addicted. Kissing him was addictive, and the taste of it was making you lean closer and closer to him. And it was as if he thought the same about you, by the way he was acting the same, if not more desperate. 

You feel his kisses travel down, as his hands lower down to move the skirt of your dress, feeling your bare legs and going upwards. His face nuzzles your neck, and you can feel how he leaves hickeys, bites and wet kisses on the skin. 

He was insane with lust, like an animal as he pressed kisses on your collarbone, pulling you back in his bed. Kissing Aemond was like being in heaven; you could barely feel your own body. 

“You are perfect” He murmurs “No need to be nervous” his tone is sultry, almost too enchanting for you. 

You weren’t even nervous, to be honest. Your heart was racing like crazy, and your hands were sweating. Still, you didn’t feel nervous. 

“I’m not” you murmur softly. 

“You are” he says, his eyes turning to look at you. “I know it. You can’t hide anything from me”

As his hands move to take off your clothes, and his mouth relishes on your breasts, clavicle and neck, you start to wonder. Was he stalking you? You remember him too dizzily to connect dots, but he was starting to… 

Scare you. Arouse you. You weren’t even sure.

Aemond was especially good with his mouth; his kisses pressed lower and lower as his hands caressed your thighs softly, looking up at you. 

“I’ll make you feel better” he promises, his tone sounds ever sweeter. “I know what to do to cure you”

If the remark was oddly strange, he doesn’t give you a moment to think about it, as his mouth goes to your cunt, his tongue moving expertly along your folds to taste you, like a man starved does. He was, in a way, starved. You could see it in his gaze, looking up to you to see your reactions and if trying to see right across your soul. 

He accommodates your thighs on his shoulders, as if hugging your back to press you further to his face, and mouth. He was groaning on it, delighting himself in your taste, as you could only whimper and see with half lidded eyes, biting your lower lip as you feel your head starting to drop back in delight.

His mansion was cold, and Aemond was even colder, yet everywhere he touched, felt warm. It was magnificently paradoxical, yet it made every sense in your head. If you could form a logical thought, that would be, because when Aemond touched you it was as if your brain melted completely, being nothing as he touched your body.

“Will you let me?” He asks, his mouth and chin shiny from your arousal, gods, you were leaking wet. You haven’t noticed until now, you were really wet. And he only seems to be happy about it. 

He glances up at your face, watching you closely with his careful eye. You were right on his mercy, and he liked it. He could tell that you were loving it, the way he gives you attention and takes care of you, and yet he isn’t pleased when you nod as a way to answer him “I want you to say it out loud”

“Yes” you say, your breath almost stuck in your throat as you speak, nodding. Your cheeks were red, and you could feel your blood going everywhere in your body, especially where he had touched you, and kissed you.

“You are all mine, hm?” He says, seeing the hickeys on your neck and legs. 

His cock was hard, and he was as excited as you were to have you. You didn’t quite get what he was after, sex? Taking care of you? An odd, distorted and sick pleasure of… doing what he does? You couldn’t get it. 

He doesn’t use protection, and you also don’t try to ask about it. You just don’t care about it, you want him. You need him. You craved him. 

Aemond hiss when he enters you. Your pussy is warm, wet and welcoming to his cock. Seeing you in display to him, moaning as his cock starts filling you is too much for him. It’s too overwhelming, and he has to curse out loud, moving to grab your thighs to pull you closer, your body moving as if you were a ragdoll. 

“Fuck, princess. That’s it” he mutters, his hips going back, before harshly going forward, starting to pound into you as if he was a feral animal, grunting and groaning, 

Your body welcomes his harshness, feeling his cock pound again and again against all your sensitive spots. He knows what he was doing, surely, and he knew how to please his partner in bed. His dick slides effortlessly into her cunt, you could feel his balls slapping against your skin. 

“Aemond” you moan is more like a whine, the same tone wounded animals used emit when in pain. Oddly enough, that turns him on more. 

“That’s it” He murmurs, his hips being harsh as he thrusted, and you could only imagine how much it would hurt to stand up next morning. "Sing for me...."

Aemond reaches with his hand to find your clit. Most men would be blind, but Aemond had experience. His wet fingers rub your clit, as he made sure his thrusts were overwhelming enough to have you made a mess for him. Moaning loudly, he feels your legs shaking a bit as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“Come for me” His tone is many things, a plea, an order, a fact.  "Come to me"

You didn’t know how, but he knew. You were coming hard, as you felt his cock deep inside and his wet kisses all over. It was intense, and he had you all disoriented. Maybe you squirted, maybe he came right with you, and maybe he came inside you. But the truth? You didn’t care. 

You fell asleep soon after, almost unconscious from such a night. Alcohol, crazy sex, and going to a stranger’s home. 

It all hits you by the morning. 

If you could call that a morning, honestly. You wake up, in the silk bed sheets, feeling colder than ever, and naked. You turned around, and everything was dark, as if it was night. The tall, heavy curtains in the windows were old enough to be thick, and not let a single ray of sunshine inside. Yet, it was badly closed, because one ray hit right in your neck, and in your left eye, waking you up. 

You don’t know how long you have slept, as you stand up. You feel panicked, because you went home with a stranger. And then you start remembering. Leaving without telling Lisa, leaving Ben just because Aemond said so, and you were stupid enough to follow him.

And you had sex with him. You can feel your body aching from how feral he was with you, and you sit up in bed, whining, as your whole body is sore and burning you.

You check your thighs, red and lots of bruises there. And your stomach, and your forearms. You stand up carefully, moving closer to the window you had seen in the hallway, not minding your nakedness, or who might see you wander around. 

You are more worried by the blood coming out your neck. You see yourself in the mirror; your neck has dry blood, bruises and hickeys. Your face? Intact. But your neck and collarbone were… destroyed. Your breasts are saved, just a little bit, bitten and full of hickeys, but no blood there.

You try to move the dry blood, trying to see what you were injured. You didn’t hear a sound in the house; it was dark, and quiet. The most light that entered was from a skylight in the stairs, which seemed to be endless.

You see two dots, deep and scarlet in your neck. And another pair, and another. You had to check more than twice to try to make it sense. Aemond had bitten you. It was all Aemond.

“I see you have woken up” He murmurs, leaning on the hallway, with a cup of tea, and some cookies. 

You turn to look at him, and you regret not having something to cover yourself with.

“You are a monster” You say, turning back to the room, to try and go find your clothes and your phone. “Biting me like a… a… a vampire” you say, just to test the waters. Hells, you didn’t even believe he was a vampire.

Aemond chuckles, following right behind you as he leaves the tray in the cabinet. He looks at you, covering the door unconsciously, as he crosses his arms. “So you figured it out then” he says. “I thought it would take you less”

“You… drugged me”

“No” He says, crossing his arms, offended. “I did not need to.”

He was attractive, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his charm, and how handsome he was. Of course, you think, being an idiot. You had seen twilight a million times, and you felt like Bella when she discovered the same about Edward. 

“Vampires aren’t real” You remind him, putting on your clothes. They were dirty, yet you just wanted to get out of there. Gods, you were an idiot. An idiot. And you didn’t even know what you would tell Lisa, or Ben, or your parents…

“Aren’t they, really?” He asks, almost mockingly. “And where are you going, darling?” He asks amused, seeing you grab your purse and pull your clothes fast as day. It took you a bit to close the corset of the dress, but whatever. 

“Away” you mutter, which causes him to laugh.

The only, genuine and loud laugh you have heard him do. Maybe the most genuine he has ever been in the time you have meet him.

“You are adorable, my sweet” he says, his tone as detached even with his amusement. “I thought it was clear. You are not going anywhere”

You look at him, as if confused. He wasn’t a vampire, it was ridiculous. It felt like a crappy movie that they passed through forgotten channels. 

“Yeah, right” you say, passing through him and going into the hallway. “I am leaving” you tell him, trying to look brave, as you try to decipher the fucking mansion. 

“You are scared as a kitten” Aemond says, more amused than anything “Your heart is beating like crazy, darling”

“Whatever!” You scream, finding some stairs and going down. 

“And how will you ever leave? The closest town is far away for leaving on foot.”

“I’ll call a tab” you say, stubbornly, taking out your phone. 

Seriously? 11%? You sighed. Aemond didn’t stop you, but let you figure it on your own. There was no signal here.

If you go, with how cold it was, you were going to die of hypothermia. And going out without a map, without a direction, you will be also dead, if not found by him. You really, really were trapped. You had to think of something else, surely, but not now…

“I see your pretty head has figured it out” Aemond says, from top of the stairs. “Now, will you take the cookies and tea I had you? I bought them just for you” he says, almost annoyed. “I can’t let my pet starve”

That was what he wanted you for. If he was a vampire, he needed blood. And he had his fill, and he had his next meal. It was you; he wanted you as food, and to fuck. 

"I want my pretty angel to keep on singing for me" his tone is deep, smiling, as he teases you with those words. "My angel of music"

You want him to shut up, but at the same time, you don't.

You remember, for a moment, when he bites you with his fangs. You had thought it was with the costume, but he didn’t dress up. He surely invented he was Nosferatu, and you believed it like a fool. Those fangs weren’t fake, and they dig into your neck to draw blood from you, multiple times. 

It was painful, and it stung like a bitch. You didn’t want him to feed on you.

"You have come here with one purpose and one alone" he says, as he lure you into his whims "I have needed you with me... to serve me. "

Yet when you see him smile, guiding you to eat, you feel calm, even if your mind knew he was using his dirty tricks on you, just like before. He seduced you, into his will. And gods, if you didn’t feel like you wanted just that: be his forever. To feed, to fuck, to devour. 

It was surely going to drive you insane one day, yet you had to get used to it. It didn’t seem as if you were going to be out anytime soon. 

[anetherealpoetess]

cringing anytime i engage with phantom of the opera analysis because there is an obsession with casually throwing around the term 'gaslighting' when it comes to raoul's relationship with christine. gaslighting "is a form of psychological abuse or manipulation in which the abuser attempts to sow self-doubt and confusion in their victim's mind." at no point does raoul gaslight christine. he'd have to know the phantom is real first, and for the most of the story, he doesn't.

raoul does not believe an angel sent by christine's dead father is teaching her how to sing and he tells her as much. this is not gaslighting. at no point in either the book or the musical does he seek to sow self-doubt or confusion in christine's mind. in fact, her confusion is the thing that is deeply disturbing to him. he wants her sane, and healthy, and whole, and he fears grief has driven her insane to the point she has imagined herself a new father in the form of an angel of music sent to her from gustave daaé in heaven.

the fact raoul does not understand almost until it is too late the danger he and christine are facing is one of the most tragic aspects of the story. this tension is not there if you believe raoul knows the phantom exists all along and is trying to trick christine into thinking he doesn't.

nobody has to like raoul. in truth, i enjoy his niche appeal very much. it's like a cute little club. don't like him because you find him boring, a poor foil for the phantom, or a poor match for christine. that's perfectly fine and even fun! but don't make up abuse that isn't present in either the book or the theatrical production to justify your dislike. it's not necessary!

[broadwayfangirl222]

I've seen some comparisons to Billford and The Phantom of the Opera but I don't think people really get just how much this comparison fits

Here's the basic plot of the Phantom of the Opera for anyone who doesn't know

Phantom of the Opera is about a young but incredibly talented singer, Christine Daaé, who's both haunted & mentored by a secretive music teacher she calls her “Angel of Music.” In actuality, Christine's tutor is the titular “Phantom,” who nurtures a dangerous obsession with his protégée

So...someone that's incredibly talented & passionate about their newfound career is randomly visited by a mysterious figure who lies about being a kindly being who just wants to help them cultivate their talents & inspire them to greatness? Is this about Ford and his "muse" or Christine and her "Angel of Music"? Part of the story before you fully learn about the phantom and who they are, people keep asking her how she suddenly got so talented and who this mystery person teaching her. Some people, even herself, think she's losing her sanity. Also like, so many lines in the iconic song of the musical feel very Billford coded but any fans who make this comparison know/use this song:

And not to mention Raoul (AKA Fiddleford's role if we're going all out with parallels & comparisons)

Raoul. He's Christine's childhood friend/sweetheart. They haven't seen each other in years but they reconnect through the opera house & fall in love. And The Phantom is SOOO pissed off and jealous the second Raoul came into the picture! Immediately insulting him and accusing Raoul of "basking in her glory" and just wants him dead the second he learns about his existence.

And after she realizes the truth about the Phantom, it's her trying to escape the Phantom's control and the Phantom is essentially trying to get her back. I don't remember much of the musical beyond thisso I'll do a rewatch and see if there's more. But seriously, I've seen people use the lyrics from the iconic song "The Phantom of the Opera" but like large chunks of plot itself and what they go through is shockingly similar too

[faithtrickedhope]

the angel of music, miss christine daaé

[abonnymouse]

Coming Soon to a Hallmark Channel Near You: The Angel of Christmas Music

Yes, I currently have three fanfictions I could be working on. No, I didn't choose to channel this creative energy into any of them. Instead, I chose to write a script treatment for a Phantom of the Opera themed Hallmark Christmas Movie (tm). Enjoy!

We open on Christine, standing in front of a old-school theatre on a nondescript small town Main Street. In the corner of the frame, we see a poster advertising a huge Christmas concert event, starring Christine Daaé.

She's on the phone, clearly in a hurry, talking to her fiancé "I know it's just a small role in a Christmas concert, but it's my first big gig since my dad died, I want to make a good first impression!"

She rushes in, immediately gets mistaken for the new costume girl, and is too flustered and awkward to correct the woman who made the assumption, who turns out to be the star of the concert, and the theatre manager's wife, Carlotta.

Some character introductions ensue, and we meet the actual costumer, Meg, who immediately becomes Christine's best friend for the movie. They talk about how excited they are to start working on the concert. After the rehearsal, Meg invites her to come get hot chocolate/eggnog/mulled cider at the local cafe, but Christine politely declines, saying she wants to practice her part a little more.

Meg warns her that the opera is haunted, and she should be careful not to hang around too late. Christine laughs and says that ghosts are for A Christmas Carol, and she'll be fine.

While she's practicing, a mysterious voice (that sounds like a handsome man) whispers to her, offering tips on how to sing better. Christine tries to locate the person speaking, but can't find him.

The next day, she tells Meg that the theatre was weird after dark, and Meg tells her the story of the building, how it used to be owned by the Carriere family, but the parents died and no one has seen the son in years. No one knows what happened to him, or who owns the theatre. All anyone knows is that the lights stay on and someone signs their paychecks, and occasionally leaves notes instructing the manager on what to do.

Christine stays late again that night, and once again hears the voice. Rather than being scared again, this time she tells the mysterious, handsome voice that her father used to encourage her to practice singing by telling her about the Angel of Music, but he died right before Christmas last year, and she stopped wanting to sing, despite being on the verge of a huge breakthrough in her career. The voice is sympathetic, sharing that his parents are also dead. Christine looks thoughtful, remembering Meg's story.

A week or so goes by, it's very obvious that Christine is a better singer than Carlotta, but since she's not married to the manager, she has the smaller part. She stays late every night to talk to her "Angel of Music". He tells her that he's just a guy, but that he doesn't want to talk about who he is.

One night while talking to him, she gets a call from her fiancé, Raoul, and he tells her that he had a work thing come up in the Big City, and he can no longer come see her in the Christmas Concert. She hangs up the phone, looking sad. She tells her angel that she and Raoul have known each other since they were kids, and she's never even dated anyone else, but lately he seems different, and all he cares about is work. She says she's sure it'll be different after they're married, but she doesn't sound convinced.

Carlotta gets sick, and someone needs to replace her. The manager is given a note telling him he has to make Christine the star.

She almost quits before singing the big number for the first time, but her angel whispers some words of encouragement (that no one else seems to hear somehow) and she wows everybody.

Unfortunately, the first dress rehearsal is a disaster, and despite all her practice, she can barely squeak out two words. She runs offstage crying.

She cries in her dressing room, saying that she just can't sing anymore, that she lost the music and the magic of Christmas when her father died. Her dressing room mirror slides open, and a guy steps out, wearing a mask.

She goes with him to his super cool, and festively decorated apartment under the theatre, where she learns that his name is Eric Carriere and he owns the theatre, but since he got hurt in the accident that killed his parents, he's been avoiding people and living under the theatre, just trying to keep it running to honour his parents' memory.

They swap trauma for a little bit. He tells her that he sometimes misses living in the world, but that ever since the accident that messed up his face, he doesn't feel comfortable around people. "I don't belong up there anymore. It's better for me here."

Eventually he asks her to sing a romantic duet with him, during which she pulls of his mask, revealing a scar running down part of his face. This is a hallmark movie, so he is still very conventionally sexy.

He freaks out, but she informs him that it doesn't bother her, she thinks he's beautiful because he's been so kind to her, helping her rediscover the magic of music/Christmas.

The next day is the last rehearsal before the big Christmas Eve performance. Christine is doing a little better, but she still stays late to practice. for the first time, time Eric joins her onstage and they sing a very romantic duet. For a moment it seems like he might kiss her, and then the door opens, Christine turns around, stunned to see that Raoul decided to surprise her by coming to the big performance.

Christine looks around to find that Eric vanished...

The day of the big performance, Christine is super nervous, and despite running around looking for him, she can't find Eric anywhere, and she doesn't know how to open the mirror door to go to his place in the basement.

She tries to explain everything to Raoul but he makes fun of her, and then tries to get her to blow off the big show to spend Christmas with his family in the Big City. She says no and breaks up with him, realising that her heart belongs to someone else.

Minutes before she's meant to go onstage, she stands in her dressing room, begging Eric to come hear her sing, telling him that she needs him, that he made her want to sing again, that he taught her the magic of music and the true meaning of Christmas, love. She's in love with him.

She thinks he won't come, but she goes onstage to sing, promising that it will be dedicated to him. He surprises her by showing up onstage, without his mask, to sing with her in the performance. They kiss, everyone cheers. Christine decides to stay in the nondescript small town, Eric decides to stop living underground. They fire the manager and Carlotta and run the theatre together. Happily Ever After.

[serafimo]

I am your Angel of Music, come to me, Angel of Music...

Anouk Van Laake and Jon Robyns as Christine Daaé and The Phantom in Andrew Lloyd Webber's THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. @shakeatradefeather's master.

[fru1tsnacks]

I have this idea about a rottmnt au. So, I recently watched Phantom of The Opera and thought, "hey it'll be cool to see this as a au." so I was thinking I could make this a new au.

The Phantom/Erik - Donnie.

Christine Daaé - S/O

Rhoul De Chagny - Leo.

Carlotta - Cassandra/Kendra

Madame Giry - Big Mama.

Meg Giry - April O'Neil

(I'll think of more characters or you guys can give ideas. If you want.)

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Backstory

Lou Jitsu was a talented opera singer but mysteriously left his talented career for unknown causes. The reason why because of his rivel, Baron Draxum. He couldn't stand to see Lou Jitsu as famous and talented so he put poisonous mutation in his wine. Lou Jitsu, after turning into this disgusting creature fled the opera house with his pet turtles, accidentally touching them with his mutated fingers. But he made one mistake, leaving his softshelled son, Donnie, because the side of his face had a deformity. He looked like a monster. Worse than Lou Jitsu. After Lou Jitsu left, Baron Draxum decided to take Donnie and raised him as his own. Unfortunately, Baron Draxum fell sick and died. Donnie, grieving him tried to live on his legacy by being a opera singer. But because of the side of his face looking hideous, he was denied and called a monster. So, he decided to be one.

After Lou Jitsu found a solitude to raise his sons, he became the best father to his three sons. But, as to Baron Draxum, Lou Jitsu became too old to take care of his boys and sadly passed away just as soon the right for mutants and yokai to be on surfaced. His sons, having inherit his wealthy estate had a lavish life style. Especially of the new law in place.

Which, we finally come to you. You were born in a small market town in rural area. Your father was a farmer and a choir singer who was known for his violin skills. Unfortunately your mother died when you were six years old. Your father sold his land and moved to to pursue musical fame, but you ended up in poverty. You two traveled around the rural town, performing at fairs where you sang and your father played the violin. Big Mama discovered your talents and your father at the fair and was impressed. She took you and your father to The Hidden City and then New York for your education. That's how you met Leo and his brothers. You four would play with each other and make the silliest of games. When you were teens, he confessed his love for you but you denied. He was devastated but was happy to stay your friend. Unfortunately your father fell sick and told you one last time that he promises to send you a Angel of Music for you to guide you. But after four years, you lost your passion for singing after your fathers death. When you arrived at the opera house, people said you sounded like a rusty hinge. Only Donnie saw your true beauty and tutored you. But when he heard of this so called, "Angel of Music" he decided to be your, Angel of Music.

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And that's a wrap! Wow. That took too long. I'm happy I finished this. If you have any questions leave them in the comments (I feel like a YouTuber smh)

See ya!

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Phantom of the Opera Lyrics by Popularity

Angel of Music: Part II

Phantom: Brava, brava, bravissima~

Meg: Christine? Christine?

Phantom: Christine~

Meg: Where in the would have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect!

[fymo-blogs]

how about a stimboard of Christine Daaé from the phantom of the opera

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Christine Daaé stimboard

Requested by: Anon

Themes: Fancy dresses, lovecore, roses

Note: @erikaskblog this you?

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[medicaldoctordana]

Christine Daaé from phantom of the opera is hands down one of my favorite female characters. Her lines in the medley hit so hard it takes my breath away.

“This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It’s in your soul where the true distortion lies”

“The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, grow cold and turn to tears of hate”

“Farewell my fallen idol and false friend. We had such hopes and now those hopes are shattered.”

“Angel of music, who deserves this?”

“When will you see reason?”

“Angel of music, you deceived me— I gave you my mind blindly.”

“Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God gave me courage to show you, you are not alone.”

[fictional-orphan-smackdown]

OLD SCHOOL MUSICAL MOVIE SHOWDOWN, GO!

All propaganda and what each competitor is from under the cut

Bambi (Bambi)

It's Bambi

Are you crying ? I am

Christine Daaé (Phantom of the Opera)

Christine being an orphan is a big part of the story. The reason she trusts Erik (the Phantom) is because he says he's the Angel of Music that her father told her stories about.

Christine's father dies making her an orphan a second time. She misses him dearly and the graveyard part in the musical is gorgeous

[funkymbtifiction]

Phantom of the Opera: Christine Daaé [ISFJ 9w1]

MBTI Type: ISFJ Everything Christine struggles with relates to her own personal experiences—the loss of her father, his stories about the “Angel of Music,” her violent, unstable relationship with Erik, and her childhood relationship with Raoul. She has trouble ridding herself of the past in order to find a future-oriented focus (“Why can’t the past just die?”). She falls into routines of…