#based off book

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Chapter Three "The Night" (The Phantom's Rose | Phantom of the Opera x Reader)

After my strange encounter with the phantom, he had begun to visit me a few weeks later. I assumed the masked man to be the phantom because Joseph spoke of him wearing a mask. That and other ghastly rumors. It was fun talking to the phantom, but the only problem was that during our conversations, he kept to the shadows. As if he could sense potential in me, he began to teach me how to sing.

He had become my angel of music.

We started out with simple songs, mainly using the words do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti and do. In that specific order. Sometimes, he would have me guess which pitch he was humming. In doing so, he perfected my hearing. I now had perfect pitch. As my secret training progressed, the phantom taught me harder songs. In time, my voice became as strong as Christine.

One night, Carlotta had a party that raged on and on throughout the evening. It was impossible to rest with loud chattering and music coming from the celebration. Carlotta did this every time she got the lead role. As I was readying for bed, the masked man decided to pay me a visit. I walked out of the bathroom when he walked out of my mirror. I stood there in shock as he closed the two way mirror behind him.  I inhaled, ready to scream when the phantom's gloved hand covered my mouth. His arm snaked around my waist, keeping me in place.

"Sh," he whispered into my ear. The man uncovered my mouth a little.

"WHO ARE AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" I yelled. He covered my mouth again, fixing his mistake.

"Shh, I am Christine's Angel and the one who saved your life. I want to know who you really are," he said. His voice was deep. I had grown accustomed to it. He almost had an accent. Scottish or Scandinavian. His gloved hand was removed from my mouth.

"I'm Y/n L/n. I work here as a designer for pretty much everything," I answered. A question popped into my head. "You are the one who has been teaching me, correct?"

"Yes," he answered.

"If you are my teacher, why do you know very little of me?" He sighed.

"I only know of your name, nothing else," he said. "I thought I could strengthen our bond as student and teacher if I knew a little more."

"Okay," I replied. "In order to do that, I must know your name."

"I said it before."

"Yes, you did, but every angel has a name, like Gabriel," I said. The phantom turned me around. I was face to face with his masked face. I could see his eyes, one hidden behind the shadow from his mask.

"My name is Erik. Erik Destler," he said.

"Nice to meet you Erik. Erik Destler." I smiled.

   The following week, Erik came to me with a new song he had written. Now that I knew who he was, he no longer taught from the shadows.

"What's this, Erik?" I asked. He held paper in his hands. Smiling, he handed me the parchments. I looked at them. Erik had written a song titled "The Music of the Night." I read the notes that were neatly written on the paper. The key was in minor, so instead of sounding like a good, joyful song, it sound sad and depressing.

"So what do you think?" he asked. I continued to read the music.

"Erik," I said, "this sounds like a funeral." He frowned.

"Are there any changes I could make?" I examined the papers once again.

"Yes," I answered. I walked over to my desk and pulled out a pen. I scribbled off some notes and pitches that didn't fit in the music. Erik looked over my shoulder. "There! Finished!" I declared. I had perfected the song. Erik grabbed the papers from my hand and began to hum the melody.

"Y/N this is perfect!" he happily exclaimed. "Christine is going to love this!"

"Are there any lyrics to it?" I asked. 

"Of course," Erik said. "I have yet to write them down but I have memorized the words."

"Could I hear it, please?" I asked. Erik smiled.

"Of course." I anxiously sat down on my bed. Erik cleared his throat.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses." 

Erik grabbed my hand, lifting me up. I was lost in his world. His voice was so hypnotizing.

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day."

He softly grabbed my chin, turning my face his way. I looked up into his eyes.

"Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night." 

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before."

He held the note, raising his hands up.

"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you."

He once again grabbed a hold of my hand.

"Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you."

Erik got close to me, only to walk away.

"Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness that you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be!" 

His voice seemed to echo throughout my room.

"Only then can you belong to me."

He turned me around, resting one hand on my waist. He held on to my hand and raised it to his cheek. I could feel the warmth of his flesh. 

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the power of the music that I write The power of the music of the night." 

Erik got close once again. I felt weak in his presence. My legs gave out, but Erik was quick to catch me. Carrying me like a bride, he placed me on my bed.

"You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the night."

I was left breathless.

   The following morning I woke up, happy. The night from before was still fresh in my mind. I finished getting ready and made my way to the stage.

[the-pitchfork-kids]

This weeks incorrect quote!

Devereaux: "You know Kit, when you generalize, you tell general-lies"

Kit: Are you trying to teach me a moral lesson through puns?

[onebadnoodle]

agents 4 & 8 of the new squidbeak splatoon

[joyfuladorable]

Trust (based on an ask I answered)

[bioluminesced]

sunset over minas tirith

[luyo-mi]

rawr

[wolfythewitch]

tweaked his design a little bit

[pangur-and-grim]

BRO I GOT A FULL REQUEST! HEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEEHHEHEHEH

[parisoonic]

I was reading a sci-fi book featuring Russain cosmonauts and the book mentioned the phrase 'Ни пуха ни пера'. I was tickled by the similarity to 'break a leg' BUT it has a call and response ('Go to hell' or 'to the devil with you') - who doesn't love call and response??

Heavy, you'll get a more playful response when Medic isn't hyper-focusing on the days battle plan.

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Chapter 2 "The Angel of Music" ( The Phantom's Rose | The Phantom of the Opera x Reader)

 Altogether I stopped rowing and started to panic. Worried thoughts rushed to my head. If the phantom of the opera really lived here, would his magical Punjab lasso choke me to death? Would he kill me with his sword? Would he burn me with the heat of his eyes? 

In my state of panic, I didn't notice the alligators swimming around my floating vessel. I wasn't wrong. One emerged from the water and lunged at me. I picked up the oar from the water and hit the predator. The others attacked. One bit the skirt of my dress, ripping it. I continued to hit the alligators, but they were too strong to take on alone.

The alligator I hit before resurfaced and tipped my boat. I fell in to the infested waters. The animals overtook me, biting and gnawing at my flesh. I tried to scream for help. But I knew no one could hear. I waited for death as darkness surrounded me.

   I opened my eyes. There was this throbbing of pain in my head. It was headache. I expected to be dead, not alive. I propped myself up. I was sitting in a swan bed, my limbs bandaged up. There was a moist towel on my head which I removed. I was unable to see the room I was in due to the fact that it was a very dark room.

"Agh!" I winced in pain. I heard someone come in. I couldn't clearly see them. They grabbed the wet towel and placed it back on my head. I gripped the bed sheets. Eventually, my headache soothed down. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Sh," the person whispered. I could tell that my hero was male. His voice was deep and soothing, like the voice of Christine's teacher. "You need rest," he said. "In the morning, you shall be completely fine." I laid back in bed, closing my eyes.

   I woke up, feeling better. The pain in my head was no longer there. The bandages that once covered my arms and legs were gone. I once again propped myself up. Knowing I could now walk, I got out of bed. The room I was in was now showered in candlelight. At the room's entrance, there was a black veil. I saw a figure standing behind the thin curtain.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"I'm the Angel of Music," the figure replied. Could it be Christine's teacher? 

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I only wish to see you back in your room, safe and sound," he replied. I walked up to the veil separating us.

"I sense a catch," I said. The man sighed.

"Unfortunately, I do not want you to see my face. So I must ask that you keep your eyes closed." I bit my lip.

"If it means you will not murder me," I said.

"I promise no harm will come to you." I closed my eyes.

"My eyes are closed," I said. I felt a pair of big, strong arms pick me up like a bride. I struggled to keep my eyes shut tight. I desired to know what the Angel looked like.

I was placed down in what felt like a boat. Water sloshed back and forth as we traveled. This time there were no alligators. Soon enough, we were back at the dock. I was picked up again. I heard a horse snort as the man carried me. The stallion must've waited for my return.

"Here we are," my hero said, laying me down on my familiar bed. I smiled.

"I thank you kind sir," I said, opening my eyes. As my room appeared before my eyes, the man had vanished, leaving me confused.

The next day I woke up and dressed in a pink gown. I knocked on Christine's door. This time, I kept my distance.

"Hello Y/n," she said.

"Good morning Christine," I said. "I need to borrow your hair brush if that's okay." She nodded and disappeared into her room. She returned shortly with a brush. I thanked her and left. The reason I required her hair brush was because our prima Donna, Carlotta, let he dog run loose around the opera house. The white puppy managed to enter my room and tear everything apart, including my hair brush. I brushed my hair and tied it with a velvet ribbon. I walked out in laced up boots. Everyone on stage was preparing for the production of Hannibal. All the ballerinas and actors wore their costumes I helped design. I smiled as the girls chatted about their costumes. I helped move props around the stage. Most of the male stagehands said that this was no job for a woman, but I proved them wrong.

Carlotta had begun her terrible screeching and strutting. It was only ten in the morning and my day was already bad. Madame Giry banged her staff, angry that the dancers could not get the round de jambes right. Joseph Buqet was already scaring off stray dancers who stayed in the back, away from Giry's rage. I sighed, pushing a crate off the stage. Hepatic mornings were always this chaotic. I ran off to a secret room I used to use when playing hide and seek. The stagehands converted this room into their rum storage. The stress was too much to handle. No one really noticed that I went missing. I began to sob for no reason. Sometimes you have to let it out.

In my time alone, from above me in the rafters,  a voice began to sing. I wiped the tears off my face. The voice belonged to the angel. I took the stairs up to the catwalk. The singing led me to a caped figuring, who went silent immediately and began to untie the ropes that held a backdrop in place.

"Hey! Don't mess with that!" I exclaimed. Of course the man didn't listen to me. I ran up to him, but in my rush, I tripped over my untied shoelace. I fell over the catwalk. My life is ending, I thought.

The pain that should've followed never came. I felt a strong grip around my wrist. I looked up and saw face to face with a porcelain mask. The man, with all his strength, lifted me back onto the catwalk. "Thank you," I breathlessly said. The masked man did not reply. Instead, he took an envelope out of his inner pocket and handed it to me.

"Give this to Madame Giry," he said. "And please, don't go falling off catwalks."

[the-pitchfork-kids]

time is ticking

the passage of time is not to be overlooked.

Sydne: *Writer mind activates* "Woah..."

Sydne: *Steals cutely* Destiny: "What the- Sydne why are you here and why is the camera on?"

Thank you anon!

[semeukedotcom]

making my own (very simple) refs to make it easy for me to draw fanart since there isn't one definitive design *sweats*

[fearandhatred]

the very first thing i did in 2024 was go insane aka i slept at 7am and among other things i drew these! they're unrefined and only two panels of a much larger thing i'm doing but since that'll not be done any time soon i thought i might as well post these first

panel 8 of panel 2

[fuluv]

WHO ARE YOU?

[antynous]

What good comrades they are

[plutonicbees]

in distress. stuck in universe city. send help.

last drawing for ace awareness week! i always say that aled last is so gender but i am also enthralled by their hints of demisexuality throughout heartstopper/radio silence and the fruition of it in his coming out scene with daniel. love aspec representation in the osemanverse, ty alice <3

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