For some reason, I was convinced PoTP was set in outer space. Star Trek meets Phantom of the Opera, if you will. ⚠️Mild spoilers afoot⚠️
In a way, I'm glad I was ridiculously mistaken. I felt the full shocking impact of a rockstar-biopic-style narrative turned '70s Faust fever dream. The rooftop scene was like waking up in a nightmare: the metaphor coming horribly to life.
Winslow is a great Erik/Phantom incarnation. As a writer, I'm in sympathy with him for being unable to realise his masterpiece because it's "too long" and the entertainment world doesn't care. And horrible adaptations ARE enough to drive one to notoriety, you go, Winslow. Terrible tragedy that he wasn't allowed access to Erik's gunpowder stash, he deserved it.
Beef is probably the most dramatic La Carlotta parallel to exist, and that's saying something. What in the Santa-looking heck was he wearing as a coat during his "I'm outta here" scene? Somebody Super Like You is absolutely delightful - until he started performing, that is.
Phoenix has a stunning voice and a certain something that just screams superstar.
I'm less impressed by Swan. I'm not acquainted to Paul Williams' works, so I'm speaking solely without context about his background. Personally, I don't think he has the devilish, vampiric quality I'd have liked to see in that role. That's the only letdown in the film, honestly.
Rambles about other POTO adaptations here!
Je ne vais pas bien.
Idea hit me when I woke up, and it has given me a whole day of melancholia. As an artist, I have the ability to make it everybody else's problem, so that's what I'm trying to do.
Would someone who is better than me at drawing people please redraw this so I can be miserable about it properly? (I have the feeling cats will inject confusing comedy into the situation.)
Always delightful when my friends throw me under the bus for inspiring unhinged ideas.
Look at him, he's Goth and cool and Eldritch, unlike my silly goober
@purrlockswatson made me do it
Coloured pencils and white ink on tinted cardstock.
I'm making an advent calendar. It will be available for 1£ (1.2$) on my Ko-Fi.
What else should I draw? Left to my own devices, I will fill it with fluffy krampusses, rats hitting each other with candy canes, and anxious festive turd.
Some time ago, I said to a friend (you know who you are) that Cherik had a big sword, and I remember this meme by @1loveonelifetime
Of course, I had to make a Kitty Cherik version.
More POTO cats drawings here!
Germs got me. The whole inside of my head, throat and chest feels inflamed. Like a vampurr who snorted garlic powder or something - I've lost my singular braincell, can't really be poetic.
Oh well, guilt-free bedrot and "Salem's Lot" audiobook. I'm not a fan of Stephen King, but vampire fiction is vampire fiction.
I'm not going to be up to much these days. I do have some weird drafts stored up, and if my brain comtinues to be so swollen, I might just post them.
Monster cocoa party 🍫☕️
@blackforrestpunk @vladimirsangel and a fungal guest who has escaped containment.
The only context I can provide is the Zombie Aiden drawing. The rest is what happens when you let people communicate almost exclusively through jokes, art, and hyperfixations.
Quick sketch of my newest vampire. Unlike Pierce, October is a classic toxic heartthrob vampire with broody antihero problems, a long, bad history with damsels, and he rides a motorbike. In black leather clothes. Oh, geez.
He and Pierce are blood-feuding rivals.
Well, to be clear, October is out to get Pierce, but Pierce has a bit of a weak spot for people who hate him, as it were, so it's a one-sided relationship. On both sides.
Red death.
I was recently informed by @blackghostm2o that we never got to see Cherik at a masquerade. This is my humble attempt to rectify that, since we all know that Cherik is the best dressed Phantom. The fashion historian Bernadette Banner has made a Red Death gown with the boning exposed to give it a skeletal look, so I borrowed the idea and incorporated a boned corset.
February first was hourly comics day! As always, I'm late to the bandwagon.
That was my February second. To clarify, I didn't go to bed at 11 pm. I just ran out of space because I didn't realise until then I'd drawn 9 panels and not 12. My last braincell was not at home that day.
Okay, so, my desk collapsed three times today, and OF COURSE of all the things to fall off and smash, it had to be a bottle of masking glue, and let me tell you that thing stinks.
When that was dealt with, my friend woke up and there was a lot of unawake texting and I started hyperfixating on a joint venture - all of this to say, I don't have the faculty to deal with my writing but you can have a look at the bits that are already there:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63019435/chapters/162232942
I dunno which chapter that is, help yourselves I guess I'm Undead.
Amanda. Artist. Writer. Victorian vampire. Here lies my shenanigans.
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