#oc poto

[hoplessartist]

Doodle i made at work because i was super bored

[bbybluemochi]

yurifies phantom of the opera .𖥔 ݁ ˖

[razberry-slice]

lil cross dressing sketch idk agh

[yumemi-emi]

So this is the art I mentioned in an earlier post, and the girl is my OC, Adelina

I will never not shamelessly ocxcanonpost so sorry if you followed me expecting something else :3c

(Artist is @royalavera !)

[ereyies]

hi guys it's me elaine.

something something the daroga is so underrated and hot blah blah blah needs to be included in more adaptations.

i know this isn't going to get many notes but it's okay because the target audience is ME.

uuhhhhhhh saw this image on pinterest and said 'oh this is SO elaine and nadir'. if you want to know their lore i might make a post about it if that is what you guys want!! i do have two videos on tik tok explaining my phantom of the opera oc's lore but if you'd prefer to read it with some art attached i could definitely work something out.

+ without effects and reference image

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Eyes

[aurelio-the-propmaster]

he watches

@erikaskblog

Aurelio doesn't notice Erik watching him, and continues going about helping La Sorelli with the doll and lemur situation.

[phantommiles]

sketches ;b

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Maybe something about erik offering to help the reader rehearse a duet and theres tensionnnn

A song for two

erik destler x reader

word count- 1139

warnings/tags- erik x gn reader, pretty soft, erik kinda has that hypnotising effect like he does in some media's (though not outright mentioned)

The candlelight flickered against the cavernous stone walls, painting your face with soft, golden light as you stepped closer to the grand piano at the center of Erik's lair. Your reflection in its glossy black surface trembled slightly, matching the way your heart quaked in your chest. Erik stood beside the piano, his hands ghosting over the keys. His mask caught the light, a stark contrast to the shadows around him, and he regarded you with his sharp, penetrating gaze.

"You said you wished to improve your duet," he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet and laced with a subtle tension. "Who better to assist you than myself?"

You swallowed, the weight of his words settling into your chest. You hadn’t intended for him to take your casual comment seriously. And yet, here you were—beneath the opera house, in the lair of the most enigmatic figure you’d ever encountered. Alone. Intimately close.

"I didn’t want to impose," you said softly, your eyes darting to the piano as if it held the answers to your hesitations. 

Erik let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "You could never impose. Besides, I take great pride in ensuring excellence, especially in those who intrigue me."

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you bit your lip, unsure how to respond. Erik turned to you fully, his elegant form towering yet poised, like a predator calculating its prey’s next move.

"Shall we begin?" he prompted, gesturing for you to take your place beside him.

You nodded, stepping closer to the piano. The air between you seemed to hum with an unspoken energy, a pull you couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. As you moved to stand beside him, Erik placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, guiding you to face him. The contact was brief, but it lingered in your mind like a ghostly imprint.

"Here," he said, pulling a piece of sheet music from the stand and laying it flat on the piano. It was a duet you’d been working on for weeks—one that had confounded you with its intricate harmonies and emotionally charged passages.

"You’ve been struggling with this section, haven’t you?" His long fingers traced the notes on the page, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.

You nodded again, your throat too dry to speak. His intuition was unnerving, as though he’d been observing you all along.

"Sing," Erik commanded, stepping back just enough to let you take center focus. "Show me."

You took a shaky breath and began to sing the soprano line, your voice filling the space with tentative beauty. Erik’s eyes never left you, his intense gaze drawing out every ounce of vulnerability you had. When you faltered, his head tilted, and his lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.

"Stop." The word was firm but not unkind. Erik approached, his presence consuming the space around you. "You are holding back."

"I’m not—"

"Yes, you are," he interjected, his voice low but insistent. He stepped closer, close enough that you could see the faint sheen of candlelight on the edge of his mask. "You must sing not only with your voice but with your heart. Allow yourself to feel, or else it is meaningless."

You blinked at him, your pulse quickening. His proximity, his words, the intensity in his tone—it all made it nearly impossible to focus.

"Let us try together," he said after a moment, his voice softening. "Perhaps you will find it easier to let go."

Erik moved to stand beside you again, and this time, he took your hand. His gloved fingers enveloped yours with surprising gentleness, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. 

"Follow my lead," he whispered, his breath brushing against your ear. You barely had time to register the way your heart stuttered before he began to sing.

His baritone voice was rich and powerful, yet it carried a vulnerability that mirrored your own. As his voice melded with yours, the world around you seemed to dissolve, leaving only the music and the man beside you. Erik’s hand tightened around yours as you reached the more intricate harmonies, guiding you through the complexities with an ease that left you breathless.

When the final note lingered in the air, you realized you were trembling. Erik’s gaze bore into you, his eyes softer now but no less intense.

"Do you see?" he murmured. "When you allow yourself to feel, your voice transforms. It becomes something… transcendent."

You nodded, unable to find your voice. Erik released your hand but didn’t step away. Instead, his fingers hovered near your face, as though he were contemplating some forbidden touch.

"Why do you look at me like that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Like what?"

"Like you’re searching for something," you said, your breath hitching.

Erik’s lips parted, but he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. His gloved fingers lingered against your skin, the touch electric.

"You…" His voice faltered, and for a moment, he looked almost fragile. "You are unlike anyone I have ever known."

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words, the raw honesty he rarely allowed anyone to see. Without thinking, you reached up and placed your hand over his, holding it against your cheek.

"Erik," you whispered, his name a tender confession on your lips.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But then his other hand found your waist, drawing you closer. The world around you seemed to still as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

"Forgive me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I should not—"

But you silenced him with a kiss, your lips pressing softly against his. Erik stiffened for a heartbeat before melting into you, his hands pulling you closer as though he feared you might vanish. The kiss was hesitant at first, filled with the tentative curiosity of two souls discovering one another. But as the moments passed, it deepened, a silent declaration of the emotions you could no longer deny.

When you finally pulled away, Erik rested his forehead against yours, his breath uneven. 

"You will be the ruin of me," he whispered, though there was no malice in his words. If anything, he sounded almost… grateful.

"Perhaps we will ruin each other," you replied, your voice soft but steady. "But isn’t that what love is?"

Erik’s breath hitched, and for a moment, you saw the faintest glimmer of tears in his eyes. He said nothing, only pulled you into a fierce embrace, holding you as though you were the only light in his endless darkness.

And in that moment, you knew you had found something extraordinary—something worth risking everything for.

[braisedhoney]

time to try again.

[rose-margaritas]

With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I can’t think of a better time to express my gratitude! First, a huge thank you to @nerdywriter36 for being the sweetest friend and for being the very first person in the Phandom to commission me. 💜 Working on this piece of Erik and her OC Charlotte back in August was such an amazing experience, and I thought it was the perfect time to share it here with you all.

I’ll also take this chance to say how thankful I am for all the love and support you’ve shown for my bartender AU—it means the absolute world to me! I’m so excited to share what’s coming next for the series. Wishing you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃🍁

[frankenbuggee]

Pretty sure my art blog is now just becoming a Devious art blog.

Anyway have some old art from my phantom of the opera fixation time. With a redraw from the 1990 phantom of the opera of Devious.

Also big fan of drawing characters into pictures.

[razberry-slice]

you can tell how lazy I was with everyone besides Erik

I watched the ALW production and right after Love never dies with a pal recently, decided to draw some of the characters, ignore the black haired gal she's self indulgent oc.

[operas-phantom]

Maggie was reading “Romeo and Juliet”, the baloney was honestly her favorite scene as she recites the famous line “Oh Romeo, Oh Romeo, where art thou Romeo, refused thy Father and refused thy name…” she said to herself, oh how she wished she was Juliet…

”..And you’ll no longer be a Capulet? Your name is your only enemy?” Erik finished, basically popping up behind her. He’d been creeping out to see the balcony, and wasn’t too shocked to see that Maggie was there. He was kind of glad, in fact. And he had been trying to write “Romeo and Juliet” into an opera for some time now, so..

[ereyies]

hi guys it's me elaine/lainie!! tik tok let me down with this one ngl. sorry for disappearing, it will happen again.

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Leon and Erik doodle from earlier I won’t elaborate