can YOU give me any tips on fasion?
Y’all might wanna try Clawdeen, she’s the fashionista ‘round these parts
Hey now! This right here is my monster heritage to show off! Come on now, don’t you be touchin’ my masks, these are my favorite dang things about m’self. Maybe y’all can borrow your sisters…
I don't mean to be rude, but you do understand that The Phantom of the Opera isn't literally a phantom, right? He was in fact a human, but was monsterous looking (yellow, parchment-like skin, missing nose, and small dark eyes) and he did terrible things to those that went against his wishes in what he considered "his" opera house. He doesn't haunt, he's not a ghost, they call him The Phantom because, like a ghost he's there one minute and gone the next without a trace.
ooc: this is monster high, i had to turn it like that, yes i do know all these things but operetta turned out purple and mentioned phantom years on her bio. I know he was human, but to answer questions you have to spin things sometimes. I’m sorry if I have twisted it too much, but you have to figure out a way to make sense of things to answer questions. And you just said he wasn’t like a ghost, then like a ghost, so he acts like a ghost, which is what i was trying to say. Again, sorry if this has been too twisted of the story but if Operetta exists it twists the story enough.
Well now that’s an innerestin’ question. See they ain’t technically human, we’re sorta like ghosts, us phantoms. We love hauntin’ things and scarin’ folks (my daddy has brought the house down in more then one way back in his younger days) and since my family loves their music, we stick to opera houses to haunt (obviously daddy wouldn’t have his title without that). Ain’t sure if y’all have noticed my parents are still ‘round from the 1800’s, we don’t age like all y’all normies neither. Hope that helps y’all understand a little better!
How did you meet Elvis the spider?
Pretty sure I already answered this a whiiile back darlin’!
http://ask-operetta.tumblr.com/post/23472117695/well-acourse-i-dont-mind-ya-askin-i-remember
Well right funny y’all should ask that, back when I was a lil’un, my mamma and daddy couldn’t find me one day cuz I was hidin’ in daddies closet. I popped out and hollered “Look daddy I’m just like you!” Almost gave mamma a heart attack, daddy tried to be mad but he had this big ole grin on his face. He loved it.
