thephantomsangel:

music-of—the-night:

erik; hey, hey, you, you

christine: what?

erik: i don’t like your boyfriend

christine: excuse me?

erik: no way, no way, i think you need a new one

christine: oh my gosh erik no

erik: hey, hey, you, you

christine: erik sTOP

erik: i could be your boyfriend

surreelust:

Phantom’s Chamber by Anne Bachelier 

surreelust:

Phantom’s Chamber by Anne Bachelier 

muirin007:

I love the idea of Erik and Christine snuggling. It’s completely loaded with fluff, but I think both of them deserve a respite from all the high melodrama. For the record, this is completely G-rated cuddling.…….Okay, maybe PG because there was definitely some smooching involved. But that is it, kids, no Phantom hanky-panky here. Also, I wanted to try drawing Erik wearing his false nose. Many false noses of the day were attached to glasses or had straps that wrapped around the face in order to attach them to the nasal cavity, which I don’t think would fly with Erik. I imagine he would have sculpted his own false nose and used some sort of putty to blend it with his skin tone and attach it to his face. What, exactly, I’m not sure, but he’s a genius, so I’m sure he came up with something that looked natural enough. That being said, I still wanted the “seam” to be visible because this is 1881, after all, and  although Erik’s a genius, he doesn’t exactly have access to modern facial prosthetics. Originally, I drew him with his mask on, but I thought it would be incredibly uncomfortable for both of them if he attempted to fall asleep wearing it (can you imagine it digging into Christine’s chest? OUCH), so I came up with a little back story that involves him removing the mask but still opting to wear the false nose because he doesn’t want to completely gross Christine out. She, for the record, couldn’t care less, but he sees it as the gentlemanly thing to do. A gentleman, after all, doesn’t wipe his gaping nasal cavity all over his lady’s bosom.……….This went from romantic and fluffy to exceptionally disgusting.Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux.

muirin007:

I love the idea of Erik and Christine snuggling. It’s completely loaded with fluff, but I think both of them deserve a respite from all the high melodrama. 

For the record, this is completely G-rated cuddling.

…….Okay, maybe PG because there was definitely some smooching involved. But that is it, kids, no Phantom hanky-panky here. 

Also, I wanted to try drawing Erik wearing his false nose. Many false noses of the day were attached to glasses or had straps that wrapped around the face in order to attach them to the nasal cavity, which I don’t think would fly with Erik. I imagine he would have sculpted his own false nose and used some sort of putty to blend it with his skin tone and attach it to his face. What, exactly, I’m not sure, but he’s a genius, so I’m sure he came up with something that looked natural enough. That being said, I still wanted the “seam” to be visible because this is 1881, after all, and  although Erik’s a genius, he doesn’t exactly have access to modern facial prosthetics. 

Originally, I drew him with his mask on, but I thought it would be incredibly uncomfortable for both of them if he attempted to fall asleep wearing it (can you imagine it digging into Christine’s chest? OUCH), so I came up with a little back story that involves him removing the mask but still opting to wear the false nose because he doesn’t want to completely gross Christine out. She, for the record, couldn’t care less, but he sees it as the gentlemanly thing to do. A gentleman, after all, doesn’t wipe his gaping nasal cavity all over his lady’s bosom.

……….This went from romantic and fluffy to exceptionally disgusting.

Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux.

Because that line is brilliant.

Because that line is brilliant.

i-remember-there-was-mist:

Inside the room the mirror opens.  Behind it, in an inferno of white light, stands the PHANTOM.  He reaches forward and takes CHRISTINE firmly, but no fiercely, by the wrist.  His touch is cold and CHRISTINE gasps.

i-remember-there-was-mist:

Inside the room the mirror opens.  Behind it, in an inferno of white light, stands the PHANTOM.  He reaches forward and takes CHRISTINE firmly, but no fiercely, by the wrist.  His touch is cold and CHRISTINE gasps.

listen-the-music-of-the-night:

-Christine Daaé could sing it Sir!
-A ballerine girl!?

Beauty and the Beast OBC (1994)

raminkarimloo-things:

Who am I ?

246-pack01

catsbeaversandducks:

It’s International Box Day!

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