#i know i call erik a meow meow sometimes but the meow meow in that sentence is derogatory

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I tell myself even mickey mouse won't stoop to equating a holocaust survivor with the Nazis to make leftists evil but then I remember Wanda and 😬

even xmfc kinda did that like not directly but the way they handled the tail end of the erik vs shaw fight made some 2012 bitches feel brave enough to start talking on how erik has become whats he despises most aka an evil supremacist comparable to the actual fucking. nazi character. which. i understand the movie needed conflict between erik and charles! but i think it shouldve been handled in a better way than to subtly imply erik’s radical leftist beliefs are too close to what an actual fucking nazi also thinks for comfort! they stray away from that kinda. as the movies go on, and fortunately as time went on people also developed enough critical thinking to not go that route,

but wanda💀 wanda mcu. shes proof that the worst case scenario is possible for erik like they really had the gall to erase both her jewish and romani heritage and have her be a hydra member, and they are going to continue to just act like wanda in hydra was just a fun little quirk based on that stupid fucking “we were going to change the world” scene in wandavison.

but erik is not a hero character as much as we all see him as one he is unfortunately an antagonist so it’s going. to be worse. theres no way it cant be worse i don��t even know how to handle it i do not trust any mcu writer like even good ones will be chained by the mouse and therefore not allowed to give erik enough depth to seem like he’s anything besides (at best) a tragic villain

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POTO cat au.

I really wanted to do a POTO cat au… I hope it hasn’t been done yet.

Erik:

Sphynx: Erik is a Sphynx of bright gold eyes with many scars. He’s also missing a piece of his right ear from his previous years at the streets.

Rescued boy: he used to be a stray cat when you found him. He was really thin, ill and in need of a bath. You found him a night while meeting with your friends, none of them wanted to take with them «a ugly cat, left in an alley» so you did it, probably the best decision you’ve ever made.

PTSD from past abuse: shortly after rescuing him you realized that he had been abused in the past. Not just some of his scars, which couldn’ t have been done by other cats, showed it but that he was incredibly scared of you and of any contact you attempted to make. It took you some time and a lot of patience to get him to trust you but since then neither of you too could stand being parted away.

Good boy? Best boy!: Erik is not just a good boy, he is your best boy in the whole world! He may be really curious even a little mischevious some times but he is usually a very well behaved cat, who needs little maintenance (if you keep in mind the high maintenance that sphynx cats need Erik seems to require none.) He becomes possessive quite quickly around other males, keep this in mind.

Our boy is a little music lover: whenever you are listening to music at your radio Erik will start purring and swinging his tail at its rhythm, sometimes he while even meow following the lyrics. If you play an instrument such as the piano Erik will always snuggles at your lap while you play, sometimes he will even try to play it himself!

He is your night in shiny armor: Erik is just completely loyal and loves you with his whole heart. He will protect you from anything and will always be by your side quite literally. You saved his life and have been the only one to show him love and affection, let him return you the favor

Christine:

White ragdoll: Christine is a little blue-eyed lady with the softest and whitest fur you have ever seen! She arrived three years after you rescued Erik as a present from your family for being accepted at college. That little and loud snowball quickly became the small queen of your house, both you and Erik love her deeply.

Purr, purr, and purr again: Why?!?!? does?!?!? she?!?!? purr?!?!? so?!?!? much?!?!? She is just a super happy and affectionate girl, like *you walk into your flat after classes* «Oh! Mamma, you’re already here!?!?!» she shoves against your legs and starts purring. *you start cooking dinner*  «Oh, you’re cooking? It must be delicious!» Christine sits next to your hand WHICH IS HOLDING THE KNIFE and starts purring like mad. *you are sitting at your desk studying* «My mamma is such a hard-working woman!» snuggles against one of your arms and starts purring.

This girl absolutely adores Erik: It’s not just that since the day Christine arrived Erik has been super affectionate and protective with her and has made sure to keep her safe, but that she also adores him and loves to spend time with him and to be next to him.

Do not ever doubt that this furry lady has a queen like bed: what???? She IS your queen, she deserves to be treated like one.

Raoul:

Orange tabby: a friend of yours’ cat had had a whole litter of purebred kittens and she gifted you this boy two months after he was born. He is a month younger than Christine. Even though sometimes it seems like Christine doesn’t know which one to choose, if Erik or him, that hasn’t stopped your little tiger from trying to win your queen’s heart. Raoul didn´t have to try so hard to win your love, he managed to steal your heart as soon as he looked at you with those big eyes.

A little adventurous: Raoul is a little gentleman… As long as you don’t let him go out to the urbanization’s gardens, in that case… *gets inside the shrubberies and starts digging like a dog* «Is there anything hidden here???» *starts scratching and attacking the plants* «Yeah! Surrender you, evil plant!!! You will never be able to defeat me!!» Once you even found him hunting some poor birds.

He doesn’t get along with Erik: Even though he and Christine seem to adore each other your boys can’t even stand being in the same room, let alone spending time together. They will start hissing and threatening with harming each other. Raoul better doesn’t even think of coming next to you when you and Erik are spending time together which tends to be most of the time. Erik has it pretty clear, if these assholes believes that he can come here, win your love and take you away from him first he will have to defeat him! And Erik is quite ready to die for your love (this got better as years passed by.)

The Daroga:

Persian cat: before being your cat Daroga was your aunty’s beloved boy. When she had to move to another country due to her job you decided to keep him. Daroga was already an old cat, if you add that to the fact that he knew you since you were a kid made it easy for him to move to your house.

The calmest boy: the Daroga is, without discussion, the most peaceful one from your cats. He just lies down in some comfortable place (his favorite spot is the sofa at the living room) and stays there without causing any trouble.

He keeps everyone in their place: *pulls Erik away from the plug* «No, Erik! That’s dangerous, don’t touch it!!!» *sees Christine fall into the toilet and runs goes to pick her up* «Christine, you could have harmed yourself!!! Be careful.» *catches Raoul about to jump from the window to get a bird* «Don’t you even think about it!!!» jumps to close the window just on time for Raoul not to kill himself.

Always warns you when Erik and Raoul are about to start fighting: some time ago he would have stopped them himself, but after that time he got a scratch on his face he decided that it was for the best if from now on he just called you.

The Daroga is actually the only male cat Erik allows to come next to you: not just that, Daroga seems to be the only male cat which’s presence doesn’t disturb Erik (he actually enjoys it a lot). You will always recall that time that your friend came to your house and brought Philippe, Raoul’s brother and her cat, with her. Erik and Daroga were peacefully cuddling together at your sofa when Philippe came close to them. The next you recall is turning around to spot a very angry Erik on top of the poor Philippe… possessive boy.

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“Erik House” Chapter Three

Alrighty! So yes there will be much focus on the Meriks-as its so fun to work with so many-but I’m trying to also make sure the others get attention too. So there’s a little of both in this one.

Since the night Gerik was confronted by the canonical three, he made sure to keep his distance. But this didn't seem to bother the film adapted man all that much. Talking with Mr. Y was an absolute delight.

He was ten years Gerik's senior, and also shared a devout passion for music as well. The older man told Gerik of the show he hosted on Coney Island, it sounded quite extravagant.

Naturally, the two became very tight nit companions.

Things seemed to be quite at ease and peaceful.

"AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"

Peaceful for a short amount of time that is.

Camped outside the house Harley was exiled, despite being allowed in the house he was not being permitted a room by Erik. While attempting to get some rest, Harley's ears were met with a scuttling sound. Feeling something on his leg, he pulled back the blanket to see a fair sized rat staring back at him with beady eyes.

The lights came on in the house as he shrieked.

"Sweet musics throne! What the hell is happening?!"

"What is that noise?"

"Hand me my lasso!"

"Panaro, no!"

While the Meriks were groggily annoyed and confused, they heard a rapping on the door.

"Now gentlemen, settle down!" Crawford said, readjusting the mask on his face.

Opening the door he was met with Harley badly shaken up and babbling a mile a minute.

"My god man, slow it down. What's going on?" Crawford asked, as some of the Meriks poked their heads out, curious as to the intrusion.

"R-Rat...B-B-Big rat..." Steve stuttered.

Warlow sighed, "Great, that long haired bastard's sicked his minions on the poor man."

Crawford moved aside as a dishevelled Karimloo pushed past Harley, heading downstairs.

"I can't stay out there," Harley begged.

Crawford ran a hand through his wig, "I would love to help you, but we just don't have the room. As it is, every room on this floor is taken."

Harley's expression dropped, "First my place gets stolen from me and now this."

The older phantom blinked quizzically confused.

Turning back, his giant cape swooshing Harley disappeared down the hall.

As Crawford made to close the door an outstretched hand stopped him.

Karimloo returned, walking past with a plate of steaming pizza rolls in hand.

"I'm not getting any more sleep tonight anyway," He explained, making for the Meriks' lair converted parlour.

Harley felt he had no hope but to brave it outside, praying the giant rodent would be gone.

"Hey!" He heard a whisper.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Gerik creeping down the stairwell, motioning for him to follow.

"What are-" He began but the metallic masked man was shushed.

"I don't want them knowing I'm down here, hurry up." Gerik whispered indicating to the Meriks shut door as the two men creeped past up to the third floor.

Once they were upstairs, Gerik led him upstairs.

"We don't have much room up here, but Jerik never uses his room," He explained.

Harley tensed up, "R-?"

"No rats. I promise, the room is bare save for the bed. I won't tell Monsieur Fantome you're up here."

Harley blinked, surprised at the movie adapted man's kindness.

"Why exactly are you doing this?" He asked.

"I understand rejection, not just the kind from brunette sopranos."

Nodding, Harley understood. "Thank you"

And thus, comradery among the outcasts was forming.

Lerik sat lurched over the organ, his hands gracefully dancing over the keys. Feeling a presence behind him, he closed the composition book from prying eyes. The masked man turning to meet Kerik's curious gaze.

"It's nice," He commented, "I only wanted a better look at the score."

It was nothing personal, but Lerik was very discreet about his music. Even Christine would not be permitted to look at it. Snatching up the book, Lerik shuffled out of the main parlour and to his chambers.

Taking a seat at the now vacant instrument, Kerik just stared down at the keys. When was the last time he played?

Kerik sighed, inspiration ran dry in his mind. Absent mindlessly humming aloud to no one in particular. But the melody perked some ears.

He paused, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to play now. Perhaps maybe his violin instead.

"Please go on," Kerik turned to see Mauer walk in. "I'm sorry. I just...well I mean it was very nice."

The man's eyes lit up at the Merik's compliment.

"Thank you, well I suppose I could sing for you if you wish." Patting the free spot beside him on the bench, Kerik beckoned him over.

As promised he sang, his voice emanating through the halls and walls of the house with a melodic call to any ear that should overhear.

Karimloo was in the middle of a composition himself when he overheard the melodies coming from downstairs. The youthful phantom recognized Mauer, but there was another voice as well. The notes almost hypnotic, even to his ears.

He was drawn out of this clouded thought when Karimloo felt a presence sit down beside him.

Panaro looked less than impressed.

"What's wrong?" Karimloo asked, his hands rested at his side.

"It's just feeling difficult with each passing day."

"What is?"

"This whole arrangement!" Panaro exclaimed suddenly.

Karimloo nodded, understanding where the other man was coming from. Sometimes he missed the solitude he too once had under the opera house. Just him and his Christine. But she left, leaving him alone in the dark.

While he missed that reserved life, being in this house brought him some comfort. Granted some of the residents could be too much for his taste. But to talk to others with the same mindset he too shared, and that same devout drive and passion for music.

"I know" He nodded. "But there's two sides to the coin."

"What do you mean?" Panaro asked confused.

"Sometimes I wonder why I bother going along with this. Not that I would have anywhere else to go. But while rambunctious as it can get around here, part of me enjoys it."

The other man nodded, "Yes. I don't feel quite as lost as I once was."

The men silently listened to the music coming from downstairs, music was certainly infectious.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation..." Karimloo sang, his mind clouding over with music and memories.

"Darkness stirs and wakes imagination," Panaro continued where he left off. "Silently the senses..."

"Abandon their defences."

"Your pitch is very good" Panaro commented.

"As is yours," Karimloo agreed, the man's voice teetering between baritone and tenor in a way that enticed him so. "Would you care to finish it with me?"

Panaro smiled, music putting his troubled mind in a state of ease. "I can't see myself saying no."

Downstairs Kerik sighed, "Gentlemen as entertaining as this has been I think it's my time to retire for the evening."

By this point Carpenter, Little, and Jones had joined Mauer as they too found themselves ever the more entranced. The men feeling as though they were coming out of a daze as Kerik departed. But as he turned to leave suddenly the men heard footsteps slowly come up from the door forbade by all but one.

Erik appeared as the door swung open.

"While the music is breathtaking and I hate to interupt, but I have a matter to discuss with you. Namely why I found this wandering through my home." The black masked man said as he the others heard a "MEOW".

Kerik gasped, "My little lady!"

Marching over Kerik scooped Ayesha out of Erik's arms.

"Oh my darling, I thought you were gone for good." He cooed, scratching behind her ears the Siamese purred.

"Now normally I would have barged up here and demand you remove her from the premises immediately" Erik began, noticing Kerik defensively hold the cat closer to himself. "However, I have noticed she's been keeping the real vermin out."

Erik remembered his golden eyes going wide as while he was composing he heard a mewing at his feet to see a Siamese with a dead rat presented like an offering to him. Unfortunately, even with Jerik outside, those damned rats seemed to find ways of sneaking into his home. So a mouser was not a totally bad idea in Erik's mind.

Erik's seal of approval, Kerik cuddled the cat closer heading up to his room.

"Come my dear, I'll show you your new home." He mumbled, caressing her silky fur as Ayesha mewed in delight.

"At least she'll keep the damned rats out!" Erik sighed, having to make yet another change to his ultimatum.