#i love erik phantom of the opera

[aliceaddams13]

an antagonist having a motivation that makes sense doesn’t make them correct or a good person, it makes them a well-written character

[nipuni]

"All in all, not all that bad - being born I mean. Because I could hear music, and I heard Christine."

[exhausted-undead]

drew a quick phantom thing again to break it up a little

[les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques]

So thoroughly back on my Phantom bullshit.

[from-the-dead]

Red Death has come to take what is rightfully his own.

Version without wings under the cut:

[achildsfirstsorrow]

The Mandarin Robe

[prettyinaccurate]

still... still loving........................ him

[lilykerhoas]

happy 15,000 performances, phantom london!!!

[kyannnite]

devil take the hindmost…

aka my unexpected foray into love never dies art…closeups in the read more :-)

[cannedbeefaroni]

my angel of music :)

[nipuni]

Some Erik sketches from this morning 😊

[exhausted-undead]

caption this please I need to laugh

[milaeryn]

Some Erik sketches ✨️

[flea-palace]

in my opinion we need more christine daaes who are portrayed as viciously insane. discuss

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Phantom's Adoration

erik deslter x reader- 538 words

tags- kinda angst mostly fluff, stalking, low-key submissive erik (even though this isn't smut) cause thats the truth :) canon true stalking/yandere themes

In the grand opera house of Paris, shadows danced and whispered secrets of love and tragedy. Among them lurked Erik Destler, the Phantom of the Opera, a figure veiled in darkness and mystery. From the depths of his hidden lair, he watched the world above with a heart heavy with longing, knowing that his disfigured face would forever keep him hidden from the light.

Yet amidst the bustling theater, there was one soul who captured his attention like no other – you. You, with your graceful movements and enchanting voice, seemed to float through the corridors like a melody, filling his solitary existence with warmth and light.

From the shadows, Erik watched you rehearse, your every step and note igniting a fire within him. He listened to the passion in your voice, feeling his own heart swell with a love he knew could never be. For how could someone as wondrous as you ever look upon him with anything but fear and disgust?

But still, he couldn't help but dream. Dream of a world where he could stand beside you in the brilliance of the stage, where he could hold you close and whisper his love into the night. In his mind, he spun tales of romance and redemption, where even the darkest of souls could find solace in the arms of an angel.

Yet reality was a cruel mistress, and Erik knew that his fantasies could never come to pass. So he remained hidden, content to watch from afar, knowing that the shadows were his only refuge.

As the days turned into weeks, Erik's love for you only grew stronger, his every thought consumed by the image of your radiant smile. He longed to reach out to you, to confess the depths of his affection, but he feared the rejection that would surely follow.

And so he remained silent, resigned to his fate as the Phantom of the Opera, forever condemned to love from the shadows.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

One fateful night, as the opera house lay shrouded in darkness, you wandered into Erik's domain, a curious light in your eyes. Startled, he watched as you explored the cavernous halls, your laughter echoing off the stone walls.

In that moment, Erik knew that he could no longer hide. Stepping out from the shadows, he revealed himself to you, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation.

You gasped at the sight of him, but to his surprise, there was no trace of fear in your eyes, only curiosity and perhaps a hint of something more.

"I have watched you from afar, my dear," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "And though I am but a man in truth, i can assure you my love for you burns brighter than any angels could."

Tears welled in his eyes as i reached out to him, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his teary cheek.

"you're...," i started softly, my voice a gentle melody in the darkness. "You’re…my angel of music?"

In that moment, Erik knew that his love for you was not in vain. For even in the darkest of places, there exists a glimmer of hope – a chance for redemption, you. 

[nessie665]

You know I hate to say it, I told you so

You know I hate to say it but, I told you so