#my poto au doodles

[edelgards]

mentally, i'm always here in this goddamn au

bonus:

[blackghostm2oart]

So… I might have went a bit overboard, ehe

Plus close up

Soooo…. Yk about the whole 1920’s AU by @nerdywriter36 where Erik is a WWI veteran?

I was thinking about his awakening at the hospital and how it could have went…

I was thinking about him probably being unconscious for a while (some days? Or even weeks?) and then, after waking up, he asked the medics about the direness of the scars and got some pretty vague responses (tho still concerning), but then saw himself in a mirror that the nurses forgot to move away and, understandably, freaked out and became violent, this drawing shows that scene.

The hands are obviously some nurses trying to stop him from taking off his bandages (it wasn’t secure doing it yet) and one of them trying to drug him (to make him calm). The hands are disembodied for a couple of reasons: 1) It places Erik as the focus; 2) Can also be seen as a symbol for the ones lost to the war and the horrors of war (since they are gripping and paralysing him, a bit like trauma); 3)I’m unable to draw the other people (work smarter, not harder).

In the days after this accident he might have been drugged out of his mind (if they could afford it, which was rare, because those medications were needed for other patients) or tied up (which let his mind wonder).

The actual “unmasking” happened only after his wounds were closed (it took a while), he obviously didn’t react well and even tho he had wondered for a long time his imagination didn’t even come close to the reality he was facing.

I wanted to go with horror vibes here, it isn’t my strong suit, but I’m really proud of this.

Hope you don’t mind my yapping and theorising about your fic @nerdywriter36 and sorry for spamming.

I wonder if there will be elements of trauma on the actual fic.

[whereis-mypizza]

[ange331]

I got bored so i made polish (+modern) poto au :3

because why not

Rn i only have characters sheets (ig)

Erik ^

Christine ^

Raoul ^

Im also working on Persian rn

[cobra-wives]

guys. this will sound absolutely insane. but i was looking thru my old october 2022 sketchbook and i found poto/tkk sketches.

(dont say a single thing about my old terry silver art DONT)

two years later — EVER SO COINCIDENTALLY, ON THE SAME DAY/WEEK — IM STILL COMING BACK TO THIS.

FULL CIRCLE, BABEY. EVERYTHING IS FULL CIRCLE.

[toastwiz]

🌀🌀🌀you wanna to talk about a 1920s speakeasy phantom AU... you wanna talk about it soooooo badly 🌀🌀🌀

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Not really back on my POTO shit right now…. but here’s a little Buquet doodle.

I know nobody cares about him but he’s neat to me and in my AUs happens to be an ex-communard, hence the outfit here.

[birdstooth]

Slightly reworked fic art for this poto au* :)

*EDIT: I should prob clarify that this series is not a comedy and the story doesn’t have corny jokes like this lmaooo

My fic doodles = I memeify a scene from your story 😭😭😅

[dranna]

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My Fics:

I write for Good Omens, Ken (Barbie 2023) and Snapedom. (for now hehe)

Will write: praise kink, dom/sub, neck fetish, horror, gory, blood kink, dom/sub, gentle dom

I won't write: underage, , noncon, incest, full on intercourse, sub reader, everyting pregnancy related, other things that make me uncomfortable

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Good Omens

1. Crowley & Aziraphale:

Blossoming Love through the Ages

> 2500BC> Prologue / Chapter 1

Your sweet selfishness (hurt/comfort, feeling of worthlessness, none (?))

Aziraphale's Return (angst/hurt/comfort, happy ending)

Longing (hurt/no comfort, heartbreak)

The Fallen Star (sad with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, fallen Crowley)

2. Furfur & reader

The Deer fell in love (romantic fluff, gender neutral reader )

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Taskmaster - Taskhusbands

The Keeper of Words and Writer of Lights (nothing but fluff)

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Severus Snape

Dungeon Bat struggling through Harry Potter

> Philosophers' Stone> Chapter 1

1. Snape & Reader

I Treasure both Swans and Dungeon Bats (poem)

Tragicomedy (poem)

You are a beautiful piece of art

My last letter

2. Snape & Lucius:

Comfort in the Dark

3. Drabbles, Headcanons and character studies

What’s the point?

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Ken (Barbie 2023)

Movie Night with Ken (fluff, tiny tiny angst, hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, gender neutral reader)

Doubt (fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sobbing, gender neutral reader)

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Our Flag Means Death

1. Ed & Stede:

Sinking (very short, sad with happy ending, fluff, merman Stede)

2. Izzy Hands:

A Suprisingly Beautiful Voice (fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, overwhelmed Izzy, spoilers for ofmd s2e6)

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Wish

Be Careful what you Wish for - a rewrite (ongoing)

Prologue /

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[nan0ka]

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇♡𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄. ⁰¹

summary. he's like a living legend. but he still has only eyes for you. crazy, right?

content. highschool au, fluff, slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, umemiya may seem ooc, little angst.

wordcount. ~1.63k.

❨📁❩ ← previous. ❨🗂️❩ → masterlist. ❨📁❩ → next.

　TIREDLY you yawned as you stared at the two lonesome figures infront of the gate, silently wondering what they're talking about while you waited for a certain swept-back white-haired boy. Now you were pretty damn curious, but you have an Idea about the main theme of their conversation. You watched as he turned his back to her and started to walk up to you. Only to be stopped by a little yell from the persistent girl.

Your head went up to the someone who stood infront of your table as you were seated on your chair. You slowly stopped doodling all over your notebook while waiting for the girl to speak up her issue. No way in hell would she want to voluntarily talk to you. Because you recognized her as one of your classmate you don't have much contact with. So why is she standing there silently?

"Is there something I can help you with?" you spoke up first, impatiently waiting for her to say anything.

"O-Oh. [lastname]-san. I heard you are a good friend of Umemiya-san, so I wanted to ask you if you can... introduce me to him." her gaze was everywhere but on you.

But you couldn't blame her. You literally drilled two holes in her head with your [e/c]-colored eyes. And after hearing her reason to approach you, you deadpanned at the mention of his name before sighing out tired. This isn't the first time someone approached you to ask about that white-haired guy. Even people you never saw in your entire life reached out to you to meet him or to get a glance at him.

Was he some kind of legend or what?

If you answer no then she'd probably keep pestering you to meet him, you know with only one look. Another sigh left your lips as you stared at the clock. "Yeah sure." you muttered, watching how her eyes lit up and how she began to wear a bright smile. Just when you thought you were done with school and thought you can stay longer to doodle in your notebook, this girl came into the picture and ruined your plans.

Maybe if you've stayed a bit longer to do your own things, he would've gone home by himself. But as soon as you looked out the window, you grimaced slightly. "Ah. I thought wrong again." you turned away and packed up your things. Damn yourself for thinking like a naiv child. And damn him for not leaving you alone. "What did I ever do wrong to deserve this. Luck is never on my side..."

“—Umemiya-san, please let me thank you.”

The white-haired boy let out a melodic chuckle as he waves his hands around. He looked at the girl who was bowing down for saving her from some creeps last time. "Oh no. I did something natural as a Bofurin member. No need to thank me for it, really!" he smiled at her. The sun was shining down, but it pretty looked much like the rays of sunlight were only meant for him.

She stood up straight again to look at him again. The grip around her schoolbag was getting tighter. "No! I don't know how I'd end up if it wasn't for you. I really want to thank you somehow. Uhm— I heard you like the Café Potos. Maybe I can invite you to a meal?" she offered with her rosy cheeks. The man infront of her was really handsome. And it was hard for her to not blush around him.

"Please don't waste your money on me." he still wore the smile, his eyes softened. "Well then."

With that he turned his back to her. But she immediately got panic as she reached out for him. "Wait please!" she yelled, making him stop as he turned around again. "M-May I get your contact info?" she asked timmidly, holding up her cute decorated phone. "I... really wanna stay in contact, you know?.." she added, looking away to avoid meeting his eyes. The hot feeling in her stomach made her feel like exploding anytime.

"I'm sorry." Umemiya got the hint and apologized with slight frown. "There's a woman I already like."

"Oh." she froze on her spot, the hot feeling of embarrassment grew as she lowered her gaze.

"I've liked her for a long time. I don't think I'll fall out of love..." he explained, rubbing his neck. "I'm really sorry."

Blue eyes landed on his own hand. On top of his palm is a pressed withered flower, now a part of his necklace. The flower which was once a rose with a beautiful light-pink color. A memory of a bewitching, beautiful lady flashed in his mind. Shining [h/c] hair. Glittering [e/c] eyes. A graceful girl watering her pretty plants in the garden. But no flower can match her beauty at all. He'll never forget that.

With that being said, he turned around again and slowly made his way to you. His frown immediately was replaced with the happiest smile as he quickly ran towards you with open arms, attempting to let you feel his warmth and wrap his arms around your body. "Gross." you furrowed your eyebrows and dodged. "You dare to keep me waiting and now you want to hug me? Yeah, no way."

"Awh! [name]-chan, don't be like that!" he smiles at you brightly. "You're so mean!"

"Yeah of course. I just have something against you." you shrugged your shoulders and began to walk away.

"[name]-chan, don't leave me! I need to show you my cute little plants!"

The left behind girl stared at the boy who, just seconds ago, seemed like an independent man follow you with his phone in his hands while you calmly walked down the sidewalk, not really interested in whatever he was showing you. You, the girl who despises violence hanging up with the leader of Bofurin? You, the girl who always stood in the background. What kind of joke is this.

She noticed. You're the woman he talked about.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

  "You know. One day if your girlfriend sees how you keep clinging onto me, she wouldn't be happy about that." you sighed for the nth time this day.

"What am I hearing? Are you worried about my future girlfriend not liking you?" he tilted his head to the side.

"No, i'm just saying so you'll stop sticking  against me." you said without taking a glance at him. "Aren't you worried about your love life?"

"Nah, i'm in love with the most beautiful woman on earth."

As soon as he said that, you pulled out your phone and began tipping before stopping to show him your phone. "It is said that Bella Hadid is the most beautiful woman in the world." you showed your search results. He froze and stared at you while sweatdropping. "I don't think you're in your crush's league." you sighed. "Please give her up, yeah? Crush on someone else, Umemiya."

"Please..." he smiled at you again and gave you his hand. "Call me by my first name. And give me the answer. Taking my hand is yes, rejecting means no."

You eyed his calloused, rough hand. It's a bit dirty. Was it the soil from gardening? Or was it dirt from fighting? You don't really like to touch dirty things. At all. You were a bit of a germophobe when it came to touching things. So you hesitated. But in the end you lifted your hand and placed it on top of his, while your gaze laid on your now interwined hands. His hand was warm compared to your cold one.

"Hajime." his given name rolled out your tongue smoothly.

The excitment was visible on his face, as he bit his quivering lip. The smile grew to the biggest and brightest one. "Yeah?" he lifted his eyes from your hands and to look at your rather stoic face. The warm sun engulfed your both figures into it's depth, while the wind was blowing gently, letting your hair dance with it's rhythms. Perfectly in harmony with the shining. The silence was bearable, comfortable even.

"Is there anyone else who gets to call you by your first name?" you asked quietly.

"No. Nobody does. They call me by my nickname »Ume« or »Ume-chan«. Why?"

"Just wanted to make sure that I'm the first one." you answered before turning away. "I'm pretty special, aren't I?"

"Yeah, of course you are." only you can let him feel the same fuzzy feeling, of course you're special.

"Sometimes I wonder how you can keep up with this. Me." you're pointing at yourself, at your stoic personality as you kept walking further, him following after you.

"Don't know. You're special." he still smiles happily. He always smiles. But that's fine. You can always look at him, and he would look at you with the same warmth. He is much more special. More than you'll ever be.

"[name]." he called out your name.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like yourself?"

"Most of the time."

"Then you don't need to worry about my girlfriend not liking you."

"What? I think she'll hate me for touching your hand first."

"Uh huh. Sure."

At this reply, you furrowed your eyebrows slightly and your eyes went to him. He was still looking at you while following every step. "What are you even talking about, stupid?" you sighed. "Sometimes you're talking bullshit." and weirdly enough, you like to listen to his rant about—he can rant about anything and you'll listen, even though you don't understand. You avoided his stare.

While his eyes never left you, not even for a second.

- NAN0KA [ may 30th, 2024 ]

[eyes-of-nine]

while other artists post actually emotional and thought provoking tma fanarts, all i bring to the table is more ghost Barnabas au

[edelgards]

once again catered specifically only 2 me but i said i was going to chop off poto au edie's hair and i did

[blackghostm2oart]

Some stuff between my Erik and my OC Ashley Hayes (not a new oc, but I wanted to make an au version of him inside the PotO universe, teehee)

Some banter:

Ashley: “Do you like my masquerade costume?”

(It is in fact loosely based on the 2004 Ponr just because I think that a costume like that would annoy Erik a lot)

His response:

Erik: “I hate you sm… Why don’t you dress up as Edward Hyde, you stupid Englishman?”

My man is Irish and was not really happy

Plus some older doodles that I’ve never shared, because I thought that no one would give a fuck about my oc :,)

He’s Irish and 37 y.o. For a long time he worked in construction and other labor jobs around Ireland and also England, had the desire to see other countries.

He has moved to Paris for 3 years (doing different jobs, all simple stuff), thanks to a distant relative. Has been working to the Opera Garnier only for a couple of months under Bouquet and helping him (he’s more experienced and older than Ashley), but they have already created a pretty solid bond.

Like we know Bouquet liked to yap too much about the Phantom so Ashley, obviously, learned about it from him, but always thought it was some bs, until he actually caught a glimpse of the phantom and the first thing he wanted to do was to tell Bouquets, but the poor man had already been visited by the Phantom.

Story is still a wip

[raydrawsdaly]

The newest patrons of the Palais Garnier: the Okilo sisters!

(they sit in box five, per the managers’ gracious, yet suspicious request.) 

I wanted to make an AU where instead of leaving Germany, the Okilo family stays in Europe and their daughters become the latest patrons of the Palais Garnier! 

From applauding the ballerinas after a routine done well (which is new), poking fun at gawking guests, and teasing the managers for writing to them under such a silly alias (Who even is the ‘Opera Ghost’?), the girls have a lot of fun shaking things up! 

Doodles down below! 

The three LOVE the view from box five! There’s always this lingering feeling that they’re being watched, though...

ALSO, Ama and Ann are always being punks to each other. (Adzo, the middle child, gets left out LIKE ALWAYS...����)

[miiversian]

nobody asked for a phantom of the opera au but here it is

edit: made another post

[c1eaver]

yes this au exists now. do i regret it? most definitely.