#opera opening

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The famed "Diamond horseshoe" of the (old) Metropolitan Opera House sparkles on November 13, 1951, as the 67th season opens with the presentation of Verdi's Aida.

Photo: Associated Press

[wheel-of-fish]

Paris knew what we wanted

[blue-creations28]

how are they so G E N D E R -

[opera-ghost]

[lunonoxart]

Viktor as The Phantom, for my Phantom Of The Opera AU!  🥀

I wanted to him to have little details from the show, like the Arcane scar & his mask. Jayce is next.

[ningadudexx]

I ❤️ you monkey king(s)

[thedrawingduke]

Happy (belated) Halloween from the worms that live in my brain! 💀✨🪱

Here’s some concept sketches too. It was very hard to get the poses figured out…

Hope you guys had a safe and spooky October ♥️

@ thedrawingduke on Instagram + Bluesky

[thebladeblaster]

Where’s Soi? Opening Edition

Honestly when the series first said he was always there I thought I was being gaslit till I looked back and couldn’t unsee him being there. Like that detection warding is no joke.

Opening 1

Opening 2

Opening 3

Answers:

Interestingly he’s almost always consistently behind Gaap, Crocell, and Agares. He’s also usually at the edge and far back to make him easy to miss.

[mi-spark]

crumple stan………….

[unusualmuffin-art]

Comms open

[addrai]

I can't stop thinking about the Olympic Spirit and the Final Torchbearer from the opening ceremony

I desperately need them to kiss

[r7inyz]

you dont know a nightmare, 'til you've seen in my dreams

[blue-creations28]

another fanart of the masked torchbearer

[0alix0]

just love how we still have absolutely no details about how evanuris killed mythal :) the mother of all, elgar'nan's wife, a mother of 3 possibly 5 other gods (who probably killed their own mother hello??), "the voice of reason"

remember that? remember "they killed mythal... a crime for which an eternity of torment is the only fitting punishment"

yeah. love it)))

[lunonoxart]

Have we considered JayVik x Phantom of The Opera??

[notbecauseofvictories]

I was sitting in my hostel's common room (journaling and absentmindedly eating dinner) and tripped and fell into a two hour discussion with a British man who happened to be sitting there as well. We discussed international politics and I managed to hold my own---who knew I had this many opinions about the ICJ? Also he kissed my hand afterward, which has to be the most charming thing to happen to me in recent history. Now I'm sweetly cradled in wine bed and listening to a recording of the opera I wanted to see...it's okay, actually. Everything is wonderful.