there is a new production of Ken Hill Phantom in Japan
in like 2 weeks
teleport me to there
why the heck is everything happening while i’m not in japan
JUST WAIT FOR A SECOND TOKYO I’M COMING BACK IN A FEW MONTHS
A disaster beyond imagination will occur!
1720. After the wreck of his ships, a financially-ruined merchant exiles himself in the countryside with his six children. Among them is Beauty, his youngest daughter, a joyful girl full of grace. One day, during an arduous journey, the merchant stumbles across the magical domain of the Beast, who sentences him to death for stealing a rose.
Feeling responsible for the terrible fate which has befallen her family, Beauty decides to sacrifice herself and take her father’s place. At the Beast’s castle, it is not death that awaits Beauty, but a strange life in which fantastical moments mingle with gaiety and melancholy. Every night, at dinner, Beauty and the Beast sit down together.
They learn about each other, taming one another like two strangers who are total opposites. When she has to repulse his amorous advances, Beauty tries to pierce the mysteries of the Beast and his domain. And when night falls, the Beast’s past is revealed to her bit by bit in her dreams. It is a tragic story, which tells her that this solitary and fearsome being was once a majestic prince. Armed with her courage, ignoring every danger, and opening her heart, Beauty manages to release the Beast from his curse. And in doing so, she discovers true love.
ErikxChristine I drew for a friend! 1st one is Leroux version and the 2nd one is just a doodle (I had the movie version in mind lol)
THANKS BB I LOVE YOUUUU hehehe
Past the point of no return.
I finally found the time to draw something more than my usual random sketches!
Very much based on the 25th anniversary performance of PotO.
❄ "Ah, but it’s cold outside…" ❄
Arachnodactyly (“spider fingers”) or achromachia, is a condition in which the fingers are abnormally long and slender in comparison to the palm of the hand.
I’ve a strange feeling with regard to you, as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave, I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap.