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prettylittledollswork · 5 months ago
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Opera-san from m!ik/wtdsik and illumi from hxh are really similar.
I feel like Illumi has traits that aren’t spoken about as much in the HXH fandom. like i feel if you two were married, he would come up to you and be like “you know (child’s name or killua) said that if you don’t kiss me that they’d hate you.” And you can just tell he wants some kisses but is too embarrassed or ask. I feel like he’d joke but you can’t tell if he’s serious or not with the stonic face.
With this, i feel Opera-San from m!ik/wtdsik is similar to Illumi in a way. Extremely powerful, stonicnface, joking with that same stonic face. Like they’d be similar to Illumi by saying “Iruma kun said if you don’t kiss me, he’ll hate you.” Leaking a sort of aura similar to bloodlust but harmless, and then if you say something like “no he wouldn’t” to either of them, they would just be like “hes my (brother/child) how would i not know?” Or opera-san would be like “wow so are you saying i’m lying, i live with iruma-kun 24/7 how would i not know.”
I also feel like those two would often ask for affection in discreet ways, you’re laying in bed next to them and they suddenly rub up closer to you, trying to hint at it. Or after a long day of work, you may just be sitting in the edge of your bed and they come and just lay their head on your lap. Opera-san definitely purrs, no doubt.
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vampirecorleone · 8 months ago
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"According to Director Darren Lynn Bousman, Paris Hilton was so passionate about the film being made, that when production was going to be halted due to the budget going over by $50,000, Hilton made a paid appearance at a nightclub for that sum to make up the difference and keep filming going. Despite this, she is not credited as a producer." Horror Character Appreciation - Paris Hilton as Amber Sweet in Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman
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demonkinguwu · 28 days ago
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The Three Subcon Bosses [My fanon version lol]
The trickster shadow, the wrathful queen, and the disappearing moon
Lore Below <3
Snatcher: Once was a kind lonely prince whose only talent was painting, often overlooked and ignored due to this. He fell in love with Vanessa quickly as she was the only one who understood the loneliness of his paintings. The two married after a year of courtship, but the prince worked hard to learn to rule by her side, even going to law school. Unfortunately, he ignored the terrible treatment by his frantic wife for fear of true loneliness until it was too late...
Now the kind prince turned into a terrible and manipulative shadow, using robbed souls and his smarts to grow as powerful as he is, growing to be the sole ruler of the Subcon Forest. He prefers to be in control and over-possessive of everything he deems 'his', including the terrible wife who killed him painfully. He despises her but deep down knows she's the only person who will ever truly care for him even as a monster so she gets to stay as his pathetic little toy <3
However, he can't help but enjoy the very small snippets of moments between them that remind him of a better time when they were young and naive. He can't help but smile as the princess Vanessa was once shines through that red mass of anger, oh how he wishes to rip open the beast and find his princess within it, safe and innocent as she used to be
Vanessa: She was once a kind and sweet princess filled with so much loneliness especially since her father ran away. On a visit to a foreign kingdom, she was immersed in the large gallery of paintings depicting how she felt perfectly, lonely. She soon fell for the painter, a kind but mischievous prince who was just as lonely as she was. But her horrible mother was jealous of her daughter's happiness and poisoned her heart and mind with her evil words, reminding the princess of her father who ran away. The princess' desperate thoughts turned dark and possessive, wanting the prince all to herself, even getting rid of her mother who she thought wanted her prince. The now Queen was more desperate, her heart and mind growing darker and bitter with each day that passed without her beloved... Soon it would all explode, taking every soul within Subcon with her.
After a few years of mindless wrath and pain, she 'cooled down'. Finally gaining sense and guilt, but since no one wished to accept her apologies, she learned not to care over such matters anymore. Her heart grew bitter, cold, and uncaring of much but the evil monster her beloved became. His very existence enrages her, reminding her that her kind sweet prince is gone and all she has is this thing, this terrible and evil shadow who took everything from her. But even so, she can never get rid of him, for he is the only one who will 'care' for her, who could relieve her of her loneliness even if his actions are cruel and taunting. She doesn't want to be truly alone, but he is the only one she can truly trust, so he is the only intruder who will remain safe from her terrible wrath even if she hates him so. Though she knows her prince is gone, she relishes the small brief moments she could see a flicker of him through the monster's wicked being. Oh, how she wishes she could grab her prince in that brief second and never let him go.
Moonjumper: He was once a naive but adventurous lad, a time traveler who shone bright with the moon. Crashing into the strange planet, he met a cold princess whose heart was as cold as ice. He felt understood as he didn't understand what love was either, so he decided to stay with the princess and become her king to find out what love was. They soon had a princess who they named Vanessa. The king loved his daughter very much but didn't love his title or his wife, for he was a being of freedom. Without confronting his wife, he planned to take Vanessa and escape, but he left her behind once his wife figured out his plot. His wife, who grew to love him, was heartbroken and distraught over his betrayal, and so she cursed him with her magic to death, over and over again.
The man became a distorted time rift, cold and alone, wanting nothing more than to find someone to stay with him in his lonely horizon, especially his little princess.
Hundreds of years have passed, and he watches on with great pain as the sweet girl his daughter was once turned into a monster. All thanks to the monster who took over Subcon with that disgusting smirk, he made his daughter the monster she is! And she was no better! Being easily influenced by that monster and turning into a monster herself, they were both horrible beasts! Both were responsible for taking away his little princess! Once he has the chance, he'll get rid of them both! But since he is much weaker and scared of them, he'll abide his time until he can finally avenge his sweet daughter. For now, he searches for someone he could keep in his lonely prison, someone who he can raise to be just as perfect as his little princess...
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icarusredwings · 4 months ago
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Erik: Man. Wouldn't it be really funny if we got married and you carried me into the mansion afterwards
Charles: ... Erik... Im paralyzed.
Erik: A MAN CAN DREAM CHARLES DAMN
Logan: *there for no reason, eating popcorn* *scoffs* Fucking dream killer
Charles: !?? Why are you here
Logan: Someone broke in and stabbed the tv three times because scott cheated at mariocart. So now im here.
Erik: What the- Charles your x men are pathetic
Charles: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY CHILDREN. They're just morons sometimes. That's all.
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vinegar-rights · 27 days ago
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I havent drawn him in a while
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gremlinmodetweeker · 2 months ago
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Lights Go Out I Wake Up
König is my sweet little baby and I love him dearly. Enjoy some more Phantom of the Opera!König as he watches reader. He's a bit creepy, but he's also my little creepy baby. Also, this story has a very different interpretation of Carlotta. I thought it might be nice to have women supporting women this time. Or well, one woman being a support. Anna, who you have yet to meet, is not so nice at all.
Also, König learns he has competition! He's not too happy about that.
Anyways,
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Lights Go Out I Wake Up
You looked up in the balconies of the opera house expectantly. You tried to see if he was there. Maybe, if you were lucky, you might see a flap of his cape or a glimpse of the crimson ribbons of his mask. You desperately searched but, as always, it was to no avail.
You turned back to the stage where the primadonna was on center stage. She flicked her long blond tresses over her shoulder as she reached out to the audience, serenading them with her warbling soprano voice. You were drawn into the siren’s song, listening to each staccato note followed by a sweeping drop, each rise and fall of her tone as she sang out the tune to The Magic Flute. She attacked, she defended, she swooped and she swelled with the song as she traversed across the stage.
You smiled softly. You would never be like Carlotta, not in a thousand years. She was leagues above anyone in the house, hands down. Men traveled halfway across the world to bear witness to her voice and her visage. By the final notes of the song, the stage had been outlined with a row of roses, each bouquet from a different suitor fighting for her hand. Carlotta’s voice masterfully lulled each one of them into an enchanted hypnotic state. You followed her movements, trying your best to memorize each and every single flick of her fingers or swoop of her wine red dress as she sang out to the crowds. In that moment, Carlotta had placed the dagger in your hands and sang to you of rage, hatred, scorn. You, Pamina, watched as your mother told you her plans and urged you to slay the sorcerer. You watched her, her passion and beauty overwhelming as she came to a crescendo of the song, the make-or-break of the piece, the part that broke many a singer’s voice before.
Carlotta’s face was clear and relaxed as she hit the high notes, a beautiful crystal clear attack, receding briefly only to sharply hit it again and again before swaying onwards. One of the most brilliantly technical pieces of opera written for a soprano, and yet Carlotta seemed to be floating as she swept across the stage. She was above it all as she magically twisted the song to her delight.
As always, you were floored.
Carlotta was the greatest opera singer to ever come from the British Isles. At least, that was your opinion. The true beauty of Carlotta though was not her voice, nor was it her impeccable diamond-cut beauty. The beauty of Carlotta was her loving eye. She looked into the crowd and you could see her love for them in every smile she gave them. She was the queen of the stage and you would never dare to steal her title. As always, she looked at home here, presented for thousands to admire. She was the songbird of the Vienna State Opera, but this building was her cage.
When she had finished, she left the stage with tears in her eyes. You immediately took her in her arms and hushed her.
“I don’t want it to be over,” she sniffed as she held you tight.
“We’ll still keep in touch,” you assorted her.
“We both know it’s not the same,” she held you tightly, then released you back to the darkness of the workshop.
“We can message each other online,” you tried to explain but she wasn’t having it.
“I won’t be able to teach you anymore,” she bemoaned, “and then you won’t have anyone to help you with Anna.”
“I don’t need help with Anna,” you huffed.
Carlotta gave you a look, “Darling, we both know that’s a lie.”
You frowned, but followed her back to the dressing rooms. You flipped on a single light, keeping the room only barely lit enough to be able to see yourself in the mirror. Meanwhile, Carlotta sat at her vanity and flicked on the lights to get a better look at her own beauty. You watched her slowly wipe off the theater makeup while she sat at her vanity. She drummed her fingers on her cheeks in a light massage as she cooled down from the performance.
“So, do you know what you’ll do when you get home?” you leaned on the wall beside the vanity.
“Go to my parents probably,” Carlotta said as she put a dab of skin lotion on her fingers, “they’ve missed me. I’ve missed this little cafe in London that makes the best butter tarts. I hope they’re still open…”
“If they make the best butter tarts, why wouldn’t they be?” you asked.
“Everything goes too fast in London. One day you see a new hat shop, the next day it’s a tourist trap. There’s never a dry day in London!” Carlotta gave you a quick grin before dabbing at her temples again, “and I miss it. Vienna is nice, but it’s not home.”
“I thought you said Madrid was your home,” you pointed out.
“I was born in Madrid but I was raised in London,” Carlotta explained, “I moved there when I was eight. I only visited Spain when going to see my family, but other than that I was at home in London.”
“You know, you’re the only english woman I’ve ever heard be nostalgic about London,” you mused, “everybody else calls it a tar pit.”
“Oh it’s a tar pit alright,” Carlotta laughed, “but it’s my tar pit.”
You smiled as she went through the rest of her routine, unwinding her hair from its high knot and gently sloughing the great billowing red dress to change into a sleek pair of leggings and a turtleneck. She tossed her blond hair over her shoulders, casting you a sad look as she watched you take off your own clothes.
“I don’t have much longer to teach you,” she sighed.
“Well, it’s not like I need the teaching,” you pointed out, “I’m not your protege. I’m just a backup singer.”
“But you have the voice for a lead,” Carlotta countered, “you have it! Oh stop laughing, I’m serious! You can do it! Anna can do it, but she’s not a natural. You are.”
“I can’t handle that much pressure,” you sighed.
“But you can!” Carlotta sighed, “I just… I wish I could take you home with me. I could train you, give you a position at the RBO, we could do it! You could be a star!”
You shook your head sadly, “I’m not a star though. I’m lucky I even got my parts here.”
Carlotta clenched her lily-white fists in her lap. Her big wide eyes narrowed into feline slits. She looked angry, frustrated, but most of all, disappointed as she whispered, “You don’t know what you’re throwing away, do you?”
“I just know that it's best if I stick to my own lanes,” you grumbled.
Carlotta’s eyes never left you as she pursed her cherry red lips. In the dim light, she looked like a perfect angel, much like the ones painted above. She clenched her hands together, then let them relax with a sigh.
“You’ll keep up your lessons with me?” she asked hopefully.
You nodded and sat on a nearby stool, “Of course. I love your lessons.”
Carlotta smiled thinly, “I love them too.”
You watched as she slipped her necklace back over her swan neck. The bright glint of ruby reminded you of the stage curtains she wrapped herself in. You couldn’t imagine Carlotta as anything other than a singer. She was born for the stage, after all. Her entire childhood had been preparing her for the opera house, following in the footsteps of her mother and her mother before her.
How you wished you could follow in her footsteps.
“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you sighed.
“I’m going to miss my best student,” Carlotta gave you a somber smile.
“We’ll keep in touch, right?”
Carlotta flashed her award-winning smile, “I have all your socials; I’m not letting you get away from me that easily!”
You chuckled as you walked around the room, searching for a small brown box.
Carlotta got up to peek over your shoulder to admire the empty wrappers tucked under your shawl.
“Well,” she crowed, “looks like tubby got his treat after all!”
“Tubby?” you scoffed, “the phantom isn’t fat!”
“Well that’s what everybody else says,” Carlotta pointed out,” and if he’s eating candies and chocolates all day long then he’s bound to be… Well, you know… Tubby.”
“I’m telling you,” you rolled your eyes, “when I saw him he was skinny as a rake.”
“As a rake?” Carlotta raised a perfect eyebrow, “not a tractor mower?”
“No he’s skinny! Honestly, I should probably put out something a bit more substantial for him…” you muttered.
“Oh you’re going to go and make the phantom home cooked meals now, are you?” Carlotta smirked.
You huffed as a blush crossed your cheeks, “Well, maybe it would be nice.”
Carlotta hummed as she watched you go dispose of the wrappers. When you sat back down, Carlotta gave you a sagely nod.
“Well, if you get this phantom on a diet maybe he won’t be so afraid to show himself,” Carlotta shrugged, “who knows, maybe you could introduce us. You do seem to be his favorite.”
“Me?” you twittered awkwardly, “I don’t know about that…”
“Oh I know!” Carlotta laughed, “whenever you’re on stage the reviews are all five stars! I think the reason you’re being cast so often is that the managers are noticing how well we do when you’re on stage!”
You huffed, “You’re saying it’s not my skills as a performer drawing in the reviews?”
Carlotta bristled, “No I’m not saying that!” she relaxed as she took your hand in hers, “I’m saying that the phantom has a liking for you. I love you, but one particularly good background singer isn’t going to turn the tides of an entire production. You don’t ensure that lights magically keep working. Hell, one lead girl, Hannah I think but you’d have to check with her, her mic went out halfway through a performance. Not a single person noticed until they were doing audio checks after the performance! It was incredible!”
“Wait, you’re talking about the time we did Faust, right?” you asked.
“Yes that’s the one!” Carlotta grinned, “I’m telling you that something’s special about you when you’re on stage. Everybody else says you’re a lucky charm, but I think that a certain someone is watching over you.”
You looked away to try and hide your flushed face, “Well, maybe. But if he really liked me, wouldn’t he maybe introduce himself? I only saw him once…”
“I’m telling you,” Carlotta said primly, “he’s afraid you’ll think he’s fat! Either that or he’s an actual ghost, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
“I thought Henry was the ghost hunter around here?” you elbowed her lightly.
“What I said stays between us!” Carlotta warned you.
“Sure,” you smirked, “whatever you say.”
“You know, you should show more respect for your teacher,” Carlotta sniffed.
“I thought you were Anna’s teacher?” you pointed out.
Carlotta groaned and rubbed her temples irritably, “Well she’s no star either. If it weren’t part of my contract here I would’ve dropped her ages ago. She’s…”
“She’s something else,” you supplied.
“Oh she sure is…” Carlotta grumbled as she leaned her elbows onto the vanity, “at least I get one decent student out of this contract.”
You smiled, “I try to be.”
Carlotta turned to face you again with a ghost of a smile, “You are.”
You chatted easily in the dressing room, swapping stories of theater hijinks and arguing over the stature of the phantom of the opera late into the night. As you left for the night, you wondered once again if you had actually seen the phantom so long ago. Was it really true? Did you actually see the phantom, or was that just another performer? You suspected you’d never know for sure. You just hoped that you’d actually seen the whole event. You’d started to wonder if you were hallucinating the entire time.
You shut the door and locked it as you left.
Inside the room, König drifted from the corner of the dark room to your vanity. He heard voices coming from the alley behind him. Carefully, he used a nail he’d stolen earlier to tack a small letter to the corner of your mirror before ducking behind a panel in the wall. He noted that the gap was terribly small, far too small for a ‘tubby’ man to fit through. If that Carlotta wasn’t such a good teacher, well… König shook his head of the thoughts. As long as Carlotta was good to you, he’d be sure to watch over her too. His personal offense could wait another day if it meant ensuring you’d be safe in the opera house. He could be the ‘enormously fat rat’ as long as he could continue to watch your performances.
He hid behind the wall as the next group of singers swanned through the door. He listened to them titter about, laughing and giggling after such a successful showing. He heard a small gasp, and listened close.
“Look at that!” a girl said aloud.
“Look at what?” another asked.
“On the Songbird’s vanity! There’s a note!”
“Should we take a look?”
König bristled.
“No, no we shouldn’t. Let’s just ask her about it later.”
“Do you think it’s a lover?”
A scoff.
“I don’t think so. She’s not exactly a lovable sort.”
König rolled his eyes.
“Well, maybe. There’s that one guy who’s always asking about her.”
“Oh, that Makarov guy?”
That got König’s attention.
“Yeah, the russian guy. He’s always watching Songbird, you know? I’ve heard he only gets tickets when Songbird’ll be on stage.”
“You think he got backstage to pin a note for her?”
“Maybe, or he might’ve given it to a stagehand to do it for him. Either way, it’s so romantic!”
“Well, if it’s really Makarov behind that, Songbird’s got another thing coming for her.”
“You think so?”
“Oh I know so! Makarov… Well, he’s not a good man. Let’s just hope it’s anybody but Makarov.”
König glanced around in the dark. Makarov? Who was this Makarov? Why was he interested in his little Songbird?
He didn’t bother to hide his footsteps as he crawled away, too focussed on the new man to notice how the girls went silent as he left.
“Was that the phantom?” someone asked.
“Maybe. What’re your thoughts he wrote the letter?”
“A ghost writing a letter? Now I know you’re making things up.”
“Who knows, maybe he did. Can you imagine it? A phantom falling in love with our little Songbird?”
Someone hummed carefully, “Something tells me that’s not too far off the truth.”
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König dump
Alternate Universes
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loweya-blog · 7 months ago
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Obey me! math
Okay just think. THIS
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My work:
-Lucifer has already proven he'd lock up someone he loves for their protection.
-Lucifer loves the opera and plays the piano already
-He is a canonically good singer
-Lucifer is a perfectionist with a temper so I think he would be upset if a theater wasn't obeying his commands.
-Therefore he would be best as phantom/Erik
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sesamenom · 7 months ago
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quick 15min doodle, bc I'm working on (currently only hypothetically tho :c) Something based on that post about "would mae survive castle dracula"
inspired by this snippet of a conversation w @nelyoslegalteam
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1loveonelifetime · 4 months ago
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Random Phantom HC’s
I fear some of these are more accurate than a headcanon
Credit to nullin-void for the generator <-
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dreamerinthemoonlight · 9 months ago
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First Dates (Luke, Marius, Artem, Vyn)
Cw: Fluff
NXX boys x Fem! Reader
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Luke
Luke’s style seems to gravitate towards stuff like them park dates and county fair dates, so that’s what he does for your first
He picks you up early on a Saturday morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. You're almost annoyed because no one should be so perky before 10 am in the morning. And he doesn’t need coffee rude
The two of you stop for a quick breakfast before descending on the theme park
After that you run through the usual culprits: twirly rides, house of mirrors, a couple roller coasters (before lunch, not after), pretending to be scared at the haunted house rides
he shows off his aim at some of the game booths winning you exactly what you want
You even manage to convince him to do face painting with you
In all honesty, it feels like being kids again. Except kids don’t hold hands and find secluded areas to make out
In the evening you find a nice little hill--scratch that, the two of you are definitely sitting next to each other on the Farris wheel while you watch the fireworks
Marius
A date with Marius is upscale. You definitely need a fancy dress which he has no problems paying for
It comes in two parts
First he takes you to an art gallery. One he totally rented out for the night
You’re more than happy to watch him smile and talk about his art. He always lights up and sometimes loses that mask of the rich little shit and it is a treat
You spend several hours there, but he’s mindful of your comfort. Heels are a bitch to walk in for long periods of time. 
When you’re ready to leave, Marius takes you to a super fancy restaurant. You went a little pale when you saw where you were going, then reminded you that Marius has the money to volunteer to give you ridiculously expensive dogs. A private reservation overlooking a quiet park is no biggie for Mr. Acting President von Hagen.  
All in all, it’s very nice. You can’t get out of being the object of his teasing and no matter how fancy the joint, he still gets full named. 
Artem
A first date with Artem is classic. Dinner and a movie. 
The two of you ended up going back and forth about who picked the movie and diner, eventually settling on you picking the movie while he picked the diner.
You did your research and picked something that would appeal to both of you. A reshowing of a timeless chick flick: The Titanic (Is the Titanic a classic in 2030?)
Artem makes sure he has plenty of tissues he knows you’re prone to crying at the end
Afterwards, you two have an in depth debate over whether Jack and Rose would have both fit on the door. He tells you that if that ever happens, he’ll make sure both of you survive. 
For diner Artem takes you to a nice Mom-and-Pop restaurant. It turns out he’s been going there since he was a kid and the proprietors are really happy to see that “Artie finally found himself a nice girl. It’s about time.”
Despite their gentle teasing, the food there really is some of the best you’ve ever had
Of course, Artem drives you home himself and walks you to the door
Vyn
And last, but never least Vyn “here are my red flags” Richter
On the scale of fancy to classic to casual, Vyn ends up bringing you on a date that rates somewhere between fancy and classic. It’s classy, it’s upscale, but it’s not oozing “I run a conglomerate” either
He takes you to see a ballet or an Opera. Swan lake, maybe, Something refined, much like your date
Of course, you have very good seats. Vyn wouldn’t have anything else.
After the show, you go to a quiet, but upscale restaurant. It’s one well known for it’s wine, which the guy is an absolute stickler for. 
Vyn is a complete gentleman the entire time. Really, he always is. Treating you with nothing but the utmost respect, despite his concerning manipulative tendencies and you enjoy seeing a glimpse of what Vyn is like when you’re not calling him Dr. Richter.
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kamb3ngg · 3 months ago
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EEK AAAAAAAAA,,, YOU SILLY MONKE,,, YOU'RE TAKING OVER MY LIFE IN MID TRIAL EXAMS !!
Yk, my dad should've introduced me to jttw earlier in my life
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Will draw him in this
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muraae · 8 months ago
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i’m sorry (but also really not) but this the vaultghoul poto au has me in a chokehold- and i don’t know if i’ll ever write or if someone else wants the challenge, but here are my thoughts on what the au could be.
a vaultghoul phantom of the opera au where cooper is the phantom and lucy is christine.
would have elements from both the book, musical, and the show.
cooper obviously looks like how he is in the show for his disfigurement, and wears a black half mask to cover the upper half of his- also kudos for this because coop does look exactly like erik (the phantom) in the book.
debating if cooper will be born deformed or someone or something causes him to be disfigured.
i personally like the latter more just to play with the idea of cooper once being a famous star within the opera house who befell a terrible incident that ruined his life and is now embittered and angry, wishing to exact vengeance against those that ruined his life.
only a slightish change, but ‘the ghoul’ is added along with ‘the phantom’ and ‘the opera ghost’ as his other aliases.
lucy is a ballet dancer in the opera, the daughter of the famous soprano, rose maclean. i’m not certain where hank would be for this au, but he’s not exactly in the family picture, but i would want him to cause some kind of conflict in the future.
slow down there abbie, we don’t have time to write a full story- let’s just stick to the basics.
lucy and norm come to live and work at the opera house under the care of moldaver (madame giry) after the death of their mother- lucy in the ballet corps. and norm with the stagehands.
lucy had always been a talented singer until she hears a voice in the halls, vents, and the grand stage she visits late at night, and starts starts teaching her that the managers begin to take notice.
cooper takes notice of lucy whenever she walls the grand stage late at night singing to herself. he becomes intrigued by her.
so cooper watches lucy from afar and doesn’t make himself known to her as the ‘voice’ until he finds her crying in the opera chapel, grieving for her mother after a long, trying day.
mother said, "When i'm in heaven, child, i will send the angel of music to you."
cooper commends her voice, but tells lucy it needs training. he offers her voice lessons, promising to help lucy become the greatest singer the world has seen- does it come at a cost later on for his own purposes- that it is for all to decide if lucy is a means to an end but ends up wrecking his plans by becoming more.
fuck i’m getting sidetracked again-
over the years the two develop a bond that extends the bounds of teacher and student, cooper’s infatuation with lucy becoming deeper.
steph is lucy’s roommate and friend- sharing the role of meg with norm- and she and norm are the only two who can put up with lucy’s disappearances and odd hours, though are concerned by the strange behavior.
cooper continues to reign the opera house as his domain, demanding the managers to follow his instructions on how the opera should run, and causes ‘accidents’ if anything doesn’t go his way.
on the night of the gala, lucy finds herself replacing the prima donna when the former falls ill. she is an overnight sensation and ensnares the hearts of half the city, and much to cooper’s jealous chagrin, catches the eye of the opera’s newest patron.
i’m tempted to make maximus raoul, however, monty would fit a little better- so we’re going with monty because i want this vicomte and his intentions towards the new starlet to be sinister. because fuck monty.
lucy is at first flattered by monty’s attention, but becomes soon after uncomfortable by his advances.
and though she is charmed by the young detective (maximus) that was hired by the managers to prove there is no opera ghost, she is still drawn to the mysterious voice.
on the night of her triumph, cooper reveals himself and takes lucy into the vast underground tunnels of the opera house. it is here where lucy becomes enamored by the man who has given her so much, but is confused why he wears the mask. Surely a face would match a voice as beautiful and deep as his.
it only takes removing a mask to change the course of a relationship and for the two of them to cross the point of no return.
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hime-the-kage · 1 year ago
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POV: Fontaine siblings and the Traveller have a nice seafood meal after the Archon Quest shenanigans
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Oh wait, Lyney’s still at home recharging his social energy after that whole fiasco
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Smh can’t believe Lyney ended up as another genshin boi i deeply relate to /s
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vinegar-rights · 4 months ago
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Eriiiiik!!!
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gremlinmodetweeker · 3 months ago
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thank you for the beautiful, lovely and amazing wonder of phantom of the opera x konig <3!!!
i would love to know more, especially with phantom!konig winning and keeping sweet, songbird reader all to himself. he deserves! the love! the connection of their love song would be so sweet and pure!! <3
Okay so Phantom!König is going so hard in my head right now it's insane. I was making new AUs and the ask I got kept coming back so now it's probably gonna be a whole new story series, so keep your eyes peeled for that. I love this guy so much. He's such a dweeb.
So, he genuinely loves reader more than anyone else he's met. More than the women he met on tour in the military, more than the nurse who cared for him in the hospital, more than the girl who gave him flowers in school. He's obsessed with Songbird (name for reader) on a different level. He needs her. He can't be without her.
He is so horrified by his face, but I'm gonna be honest, for having a mild case of leprosy it's not that bad. I am down to draw some out on paper, but sadly I can't make a reference for him digitally because my school photo shop license got revoked ;-;. It hurts my soul.
But! Phantom!König is determined to win over Songbird. He will leave bouquets of roses by their door, he'll always give them bottles of water from the vending machine (gonna go into this later, but he had to learn what the heck a vending machine was just to use it), he'll go so far as to mess with the stage equipment to shine an extra light on Songbird even when they're in the back. He'll do anything to bring Songbird to center stage.
He's terrified when he sees your ex lover come back into your life. He's horrified to know that it's a man who's known as a monster in this city, and he wants so badly to steal you away to save you from him. He's going to do everything in his power to wrench you away from that vulture's talons. He won't have you stained by that filth.
He's not a good lover. He's strange, possessive, archaic. He's older than you by centuries, so his idea of a proper relationship is pretty outdated. But he also wants to be good. He knows he's a sick and twisted man, but he wants to be good for you. He wants to love you as you deserve to be loved. He doesn't want to steal you away into the darkness, he wants you on stage for everyone to hear your beautiful voice. He wants you to be loved by everyone nearly as much as he loves you. But nobody will ever love you as much as he does.
Nobody.
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luciddreamingstuff · 8 months ago
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What kind of love triangle nonsense am I witnessing on the silly little Minecraft server?
And then immediately dumps the man with a cold shoulder, what the hell Joel? So mean!
(Joel's recent video, for context.)
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