I would like to see a sort of phantom-of-the-opera themed fic, where Will works for the opera, not as one of the singers, but in the orchestra pit.

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Originally posted by helloyangmal

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anonymous asked:

Have you read the Phantom of the Opera? While i love the musical, when i read the book i loved it even more. Christine is more of a strong character in the book, who saves herself and others and it also has great humor of the phantom messing with the opera house owners and the character development/relationships are soo good in other words if you haven't read it, read it! its one of my favorites!

i have! it’s been like eight years but i remember enjoying the book a lot. it’s a good read for fans of the musical for sure. phantom was the first musical i ever fell in love with so it holds a special place in my heart too

The Phantom of the Opera

Request: A really cool imagine would be one based on “The Phantom of the Opera” and the reader is Christine and Pan and Newt are the Phantom and Raoul…

Warnings: AU, long!!!

Note: I love you because Phantom is one of my favorite musicals, and I might have squealed reading this request! Also, this is going to be based off the 2004 Movie because I just watched it haha

The year was 1870, France. You had gotten a place in a Broadway production at the famous Opéra Populaire. You were a chorus girl, no one special. Just a background character. But still, you were glad to be on the stage, dancing and singing. 

As the lead soprano in the opera, Carlotta, rehearsed before the night’s performance, the backdrop collapsed out of nowhere. Being the prima donna Carlotta was, she blew things out of proportion. You heard multiple whispers from backstage about the incident being caused by the ‘Phantom’ that haunted the Opera House. You’d heard many rumors about him, yet you still knew so little.

“I refuse to continue!” Carlotta shouted, walking off. The newest owners, Firmin and André, panicked. No one could hit Carlotta’s notes. No one was as gifted or talented as her. Except for you.

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IMDB BLURB: Having relocated to a vivacious amusement resort in Coney Island, The Phantom of the Paris Opera House uses a pseudonym to invite renowned soprano Christine Daaé to perform. She and her husband Raoul have no idea what lies in store.

WARNINGS: Mutha fuckin’ SPACE EELS. Ben Lewis is an anaconda. There is a murder in the film but there is literally no blood. Attempted suicide. Love angles abound. 

RATING: My anaconda don’t want none unless you got a son, hon.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

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Musicals: gothic edition
  • I’m going to wash that man right out of your hair, you declare and your girlfriends cheer. Then you wonder how he ever got into your hair in the first place. A cold chill trickles down your spine. 
  • You’re flying high, defying gravity, flying, flying…then falling, falling, crashing. Back to reality. You’re a witch at a castle out west, bitter and surrounded by winged monkeys. Your lover is dead and you haven’t spoken to your best friend in years. You look up. A young girl in blue checks is there, with a bucket of water…
  • You decide to stick with your low-life boyfriend for as long as he needs you. Luckily, you know that it wouldn’t be for too long. 
  • ‘‘María,’’ you whisper to yourself. What a beautiful name. You say it aloud on a quiet evening. Soon Latinas start coming, seemingly out of nowhere. They gather and surround you. Too many Marías. They’ve taken over.
  • The graceful choreography of your street gang reaps deadly consequences. One guy lies on the ground, dead by your ballet-trained hand. Sirens in the distance. You hide. 
  • You open your door to meet a Mormon gentleman, smiling. You close it and then open your door again. There is another Mormon, nearly identical, smiling. You go out to the street and see an army of Mormons, smiling. Always smiling. 
  • The ghost of your dead brother haunts the house. Frankly, this is the most normal thing about your family situation. 
  • Your lover, Death, is angry with you because you won’t give yourself over to him. But you are firm and, as you dance in a hall of mirrors with disembodied eyes watching you, tell him: I belong only to me. 
  • At a techno ball you see your true love, the one whom you’ll live and die for in less than a week. It is magical. The guests stop and move in slow-motion. Her dress is of silk; she is beautiful. The two of you are brought together in powerful song. Death hovers nearby, proud and satisfied. You ignore her. 
  • Another ball, but this time there are vampires. The head vampire wants you to be his eternal bride. He has huge sponges and lets you take all the baths you want. You love baths. You agree. 
  • ‘‘I enjoy being a girl,’’ you sing. This is a delusion. You’re male and your parents refuse to support you and give you the money for the operation. You seek refuge in these pleasant fantasies. 
  • You imagine what it’d be like to love this girl, Julie Jordan. And lo and behold, she has fallen in love with you and you with her. Your start to imagine what your first child will be like, a girl perhaps. And lo and behold, your prediction comes true. You develop a cold sweat. You can’t handle this Greek-tragedy crap. The only way out is death.
  • A fiddler on a roof plays. How he got there, no one knows. But soon people start showing up in the morning, undone by the fiddler’s siren song. They bury them as best they could. 
  • The hills are alive with the sound of music, with a hunger for vengeance that will not be satisfied. For a thousand years they have laid dormant, but no more. This time, this year, there will be blood.
  • ‘‘How to succeed in business without really trying,’’ you read and open the manual. There is only one step and it involves something called a pentagram…
  • ‘‘No way this year anyone’s gonna die!’’ you gleefully declare in a moment of misplaced hubris. But you are a wizard, and there is prophetic power in your words. You will come to regret them terribly. 
  • A phantom haunts an opera house, one with a pleasant voice, a horrific visage, and murderous tendencies. He likes you, though, and so does your non-murderous but unmusical former beau. You are torn. Could you love a person who thinks Puccini is a kind of vegetable? Could you love a person who kills people? You don’t know. You just don’t know. 
Phantom Letters

Yaaaay! So we are finally posting Phantom Letters in English, which is a big decision for me and @luinaluna 

From now on, you can read it on FFnet. At the moment Prologue and Chapter I are available :) Enjoy!

Summary: Many years have passed since the scorpion was turned. Erik didn’t die, but decided to travel and search for disfigured geniuses, who could become his successors. Marguerite Firmin is to find out if there’s more than one Phantom lurking beneath the Opera House… A lot of OC. Mainly based on the book, with elements from the musical. Rated M for later chapters.

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A little tour through the interior of the Palais Garnier. Including:

  • A shot from the stage into the auditorium. (And the other way round) 
  • A short visit to one of the boxes. It’s not not box five, but as far as I know the view from box 5 has to be the same, because the box shown is just on the opposite side of the auditorium. Therefore, you have a short glance at box 5, too. (Around 1.13 min.)
  • The costume storage room.
  • A visit to the cellar, including a short shot of the underground lake. 
  • A shot from the rooftop

This film is not made by me. Just wanted to share it with you.

rewrittengirl  asked:

Do you have any passages where Leroux describes Erik's house on the lake? Like, I think someone (maybe you) showed how it was probably built in the style of Victorian houses (because he wanted to be normal), and of course his mother's Louis-Philippe furniture, but was there anything else?

Hi there! Thanks for your question. Leroux actually gives relatively little information about the layout of Erik’s house, though he does describe several of the individual rooms in detail. I was able to reconstruct the possible layout of Erik’s house based on Christine’s descriptions of the rooms she visited, with some help from Victorian-era housing diagrams. See my conjectures here.

We know that there is a drawing room/living room into which one enters from the door off of the lake. This is the room into which Erik first brought Christine, and where he had arranged all of the excessive bouquets of flowers. This room also contains various furniture, wall hangings, vases, and torches (gas or electric) on the wall. David Coward suggests that Erik’s house was lit and powered by electricity, which would have been possible, since in the early 1880s when the story is set, there was limited use of electricity in the Palais Garnier. Erik could have secretly routed the electrical wiring into his house, which could also explain the sheer dazzling brightness and heat of the torture chamber.

Christine’s room, also called the Louis-Philippe Room, is off of the drawing room. It is a small, simply adorned room with an ensuite bathroom with hot and cold running water. It has a simple mahogany bed in the “lit-bateau” style hung with toile de Jouy fabric (like all of the furniture, it once belonged to Erik’s mother); a chaise longue (on which Erik places Christine after he sings her to sleep the first night); an old Louis-Philippe bureau with brass fittings; a pedestal table; a lamp; a clock; waxed mahogany chairs with lace antimacassars; shelves with various knickknacks from Erik’s mother, such as seashells, red pincushions, mother-of-pearl boats, and an enormous ostrich egg; and a mantelpiece on either end of which sit the little boxes containing the infamous scorpion and grasshopper figurines.

Behind the drawing room is a dining room/music room. In this room, there is a little pedestal table where Christine eats the crayfish and chicken wing, and drinks the Tokay wine, that are part of the lunch that Erik has prepared. This is also the room where Erik plays the harp and the piano, and is the room where the unmasking takes place.

Erik’s room is off of the dining room/music room. As Christine describes in “Apollo’s Lyre”:

“The walls were all hung in black, but in place of the ornamental white tears that normally complement this funereal decoration, I saw the repeated notes of the Dies Irae on an enormous music stave. In the center of the room, there was a canopy from which hung curtains of red brocatelle, and beneath this canopy, there was an open coffin. […] I received such a sinister feeling from that sight that I turned my head. My eyes then encountered the keyboard of an organ that took up an entire side of the wall. On the music stand there was a notation book, scrawled throughout with notes of red. I asked permission to look at it, and I read on the title page: Don Juan Triumphant.”

Off of Christine’s room/the Louis-Philippe room sits the torture chamber. The torture chamber is a small, hexagonal room, with its six walls entirely covered with mirrored panels. These mirrored panels fit into winding drums which can be turned in order to change the illusion reflecting in the mirrors. In the corner of the room sits the iron tree with the thin noose that serves as a gibbet.

Directly below the torture chamber lies the gunpowder room filled with barrels of explosives. Also beneath Erik’s apartment is his wine cellar.

The one room that is conspicuously absent from Leroux’s description is the kitchen. I surmise that this room is probably located behind the dining room, as would be consistent with contemporary housing construction.