#autistic erik destler

[operas-phantom]

POV: You’re walking around in my opera house and realize I’m writing an opera, so I start bugging you about spell-checking my work since for some reason you decided to spy on me and I won’t just let you leave easily

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Of course I do. I’ve had years alone here and I could hardly ever part with it.

Give me my candles, my cavernous space, my piano, my writing things, props and food, and I will never leave. I don’t need to. It’s why I’d bring Christine here instead of trying to sneak out too much to find her. So we can nest together like fledgling birds who also like opera.

A while ago I read about autistic people and nesting somewhere & I think we don't talk about that enough. Apparently, a lot of autistic people like nesting. I love nesting. I carefully choose a space to build my nest and I bring all my little trinkets there. I surround myself with everything I love and everything I could possibly need in the next few hours- my water bottle, a snack, my weighted blanket, my soft blanket, hand creme, my headphones, my charger, my favorite stuffed animals- so I don't have to leave the nest to get anything. It makes me feel save and calm and like everything is gonna be ok. This is a nesting appreciation post. Any other autistics who love a good nest?

[operaghostsletters]

What does this lever do?

*pulls the lever*

…this is why I don’t talk to people.

Your faithful servant,

O.G

[maythesestoriesneverend-archived]

Autistic Character Moodboards: 6/? - The Phantom/Erik Destler, “The Phantom of the Opera”

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“I’m called a Phantom,” he rubbed at his nose, straightening the mask. “Supposedly because I ‘haunt’ the place. My apologies I’m not a real ghost. I suppose that would have been more intriguing for you.”

Hey, so I founded these on my desk this morning

Do you know what it means? Maybe a crush or a love interest?

Ohhh!!! How romantic!

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I finished my new opera!!

The story follows a mysterious but handsome man called Enrique Denestler, and after years of being alone he finds a social network where he shares his passions with the world, makes new friends, gets into a scuffle with some mullet-wearing foes who he obviously wins against (though with some help from his new friends; SONG SKILL MONTAGES! HIGH NOTES! LOWER NOTES!), and very likely gets the girl who said foes try to steal from him despite Enrique and the girl— Celestine Aurelia Divina —being meant to be together. All in all it is a lighter show, but Celestine and Enrique’s relationship is sealed only after fifteen soliloquies about his inner pain and turmoil and how he had to journey so far to get where he is! I will make the opera house put it on very soon. I do believe if nobody is up for the challenge of playing the lead I may have to take the reins, but that is okay so long as nobody touches the mask (the character would certainly be the type to wear one, hence why I believe I could play him). And as for the female lead, probably Christine..

As you can see, it is clearly not a “self-insert”. For one, I am not handsome. Any other similarities are coincidental.

[operas-phantom]

It is cold.

Don’t worry, nice people who genuinely like me for some reason, who are on my phone, I will protect you with my cape.

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They gave me a phone.

So this is Tumblr. Cool. Can people see this? If you’re seeing this, hi, come by my opera house, yes it is mine, I’ve lived there longer than everyone else so it is mine. It honestly got a bit boring listening to Carlotta What’s-Her-Name continue to absolutely murder any type of operatic symphony with her harsh voice, so I’m on here now after extensive Google searching on what I can do on this bad boy.

Uh I’m he/him. My name’s Erik but nobody really calls me that anymore, and the only reason I’m letting people here say it is because I honestly think that like 2 people will see this post anyway, or at least that’s what I originally thought.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱..

This will be a learning experience for me anyhow, and perhaps I can get new ideas for the things I write on here. The Internet is a crazy place (and so are my adventures; I’ve found out through this that there are many versions of me, including @erikaskblog. I am down to interact with anyone, but no NSFW please— also, I am bisexual. My other friends include Christine, naturally, @eddiekaspbrak-official and his Losers Club from an apparent “other world”, as well as my best friends, @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren—that’s Calliope, a siren with a sense of humor who keeps me on my toes, and a former would-be love of mine who I sometimes mentor, @maggiemelodies09. Maggie does have a boyfriend now— she bears such a strong resemblance to dear Christine and I will cheer for anyone who supports her kindness, so said boyfriend shall one day be my friend as well. @daydreamingofafairytale is my third best friend— oh, I am so lucky to have even dreamt of this! You’ll like Nour; everyone does. I give out music lessons to a few people now, attempting to make it less romantically exclusive, including Nour. However, we usually use those lessons to make each other laugh— friends bring light to my darkness and I finally feel like a man now, not a monster. Then there is my muse and a non-singing angel who I suppose might be called a “boyfriend”, @aurelio-the-propmaster. I would go on.. but if I risk becoming “obsessive” again, woe to the opera house, and my other friends have warned against it. Know if you see this, Aurelio— your angel loves you dearly. Also my other friend, @an-american-songbird-in-paris who knows Aurelio and who also composes. Him and I should one day collaborate.) No, I will not list all my “frenemies” or enemies, but I have them too. They are not welcome in my opera house.

If people do end up commenting on this, please do not go wild in the comments or bully each other. I’ve had enough of hearing people insult each other and call each other names for one lifetime, unless I have to do what I have to do. However, I have been made aware that some people are shockingly enough fans of me, even after seeing my face— I normally hate people seeing it, I attempt to shun it from my very being after all —and I will likely post pictures of myself on here in order to share the happenings of the opera house with the world. I would place the screen names of all said “phangirls” here, but hope instead they find this nonetheless. I appreciate you all caring for me. PLEASE come to my opera house, you all.

I am now over the fact that I cannot have Christine— the one of her versions that still talks to me, @angeliquedaae who is my dear friend and tutee— still, thanks to her undying kindness to me. Occasionally we (hilariously) reenact scenes from our shared past, and I find it a form of recreation. I endeavor to focus my attention on other loves (not just Aurelio but for my other friends here) instead but cannot help caring for her if only in a strictly platonic yet protective manner— I care too much about my friends, hence why I have placed their usernames here. They are wonderful people.

𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢..

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”I do not need anything per se. It is just.. nice to have someone’s company. So excuse me for being a little..” Erik said, trying desperately to keep his voice level. He succeeded, cleared his throat, and shook his head, and smiled as if to say he would certainly be fine with Aurelio leaving. Even though, honestly? He wasn’t really. He didn’t want him to go. Not yet. But why?

At some point in his work, now late into the night and while he was taking inventory of the props before he'd go home, Aurelio comes across a sparkly green mask (that was unsurprisingly similar to Erik's current mask, just smaller) on one of the shelves that wasn't there earlier.

With a sigh, he gingerly picks it up with his free hand, then moves over to his desk to sit down and inspect it. Faintly, he could smell the cologne Erik used still on the mask, meaning the man had recently left it behind and could stil be watching.

"I know you're still lurking, Erik." Aurelio tiredly says to the 'empty' room as he sets the mask aside on his desk and looks around from his seat to try and see where Erik will emerge from.

(ooc: @operas-phantom it's TIIIIIIMMMMME!!)

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Me and the angelic singer I became friends with by being deformed and overdramatic.

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Rigging up an impressive light show so when I’m alone in the opera house I can dance around on stage and have the lights on me.

Being alone gets to my head, okay?

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You guys can come “vibe” with me. Am I saying that correctly? Sometimes I’m lonely and I want to make sure the Tumblr people who were nice to me aren’t.

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Fog machine.

I have never had anyone to show these things to until Christine; and even then it was only one person. I have made my own fog machine and now I may show the world through Tumblr! It is so cool. I absolutely adore it.

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”Maybe come.. down with me. We could talk. And I won’t be alone and you won’t get drunk all by yourself. Would you?” Erik wasn’t really asking, but even so, the cheek pinch sort of humbled him instantly. Either he was flushing, barely visible in the dark, or he was.. yeah he was flushing.

This is Christine on Erik’s account! He left his phone open lol

Time for a SILLY POST to balance out all of his brooding. I took this photo of him and Raoul wearing “dramatic outfits” and being fancy. So have this!

I’M BRINGING SEXY BACCCKKK

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WATCH HOW

I ATTACKKKKK

lmao Erik would say that

K bye!!!