#phantom rp

[s0d0mizer--s0d0mizes]

@ask-phantom-ghoullll

(Slight design changes)

[mischiefandnightmares]

A New Opera - Phantom of the Opera (Open Starter)

Eric placed the bound pages on to the mangers' desk. They would find his new Opera first thing in the morning. That is if they were not hungover from partying all night with the understudies and dancers. Unprofessional. They were both idiots. Hopeful, they were smart enough to comply with his demands. After all, this Opera House should be run by someone like him, who loved the Arts. Not a pair of fools who only thought about money and their rank in society.

He had left a list with who he wished to be cast. And a letter with the consequences if they did not follow his instructions.

The Phantom swiftly walked out of the office. Moving towards one of the hidden passages near the stage. So he could slip silently back to his lair. As he moved through the shadows, he heard footsteps near by. Some one was here.

[phantom-bat-ghoul]

Hi I'm Phantom!!!

-Newest quint summon

-bat ghoul!!! I love all things bats and vampires and horror >:3

-they/he please!! Genderqueer transmasc.

-bisexual and poly!! Very affectionate

-🔞 blog! MDNI please! I will be allowing NSFW and suggestive asks/interactions

-admin is 21. All my likes/follows will be coming from @cumulus-cloudss

Character details below the cut!!!

-does have a little "bat form", which is often how you'll find them sleeping if they're alone. On that note, they can also "glamour" their wings for ease. They cannot fly with them normally.

- phantom is a pure summon! And Summoning was rough. It's hard to become something out of nothing. Some days having a body feels impossible. But they're trying!! They feel very lucky to exist and be given form, even if it's hard a lot.

-they are hypermobile! Could stand to use their crutches more often but gets too excited and often neglects them.

- they have "surgery scars" across their chest. I say it in quotations because it's really more like a supernova on their skin, as is their face. Technically a scar, but different and personal. They were all part of his "becoming"

-no real "powers" as one would initially think, but they are really good at focusing their energy and using to commune with spirits that live within both shadows and light. More intuitive than anything.

-Their energy burns hard and fast. You'll mostly see him excited, but it doesn't take long for some kind of overwhelm or exhaustion to settle in, especially alone.

(Art is mine, please don't use or repost)

[delanuit]

an independent, private, & selective Leroux / Kay / ALW - based portrayal of ERIK aka the Phantom of the Opera written by ROMEO

• 21+ • icon and para threads • low-activity • mutuals only • oc & crossover friendly •

ft. verses from Kopit, the Phantom of the Paradise, and REPO! the genetic opera Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel sideblog : @scorpionhells

EST. Mar 2023 ; revamped Jul 2024 remake of @scorpionisms

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[phantom-bat-ghoul]

HEHEHE

*they squeeze his waist and run*

So…I have thoughts…and feelings about this clip 🫠

[100yarddashh]

Apparently paulie took a photo of me and fenton while we were hanging out. Shes so sneaky with her phone sometimes I didn't even see her use her phone. but the nerd was wearing ghost pants so i just had to post it out of the irony

[n1ght0f-nyx]

The Face I Cherish

erik destler x reader

i lost the request by my own stupidity but the basic plot was that one part in the phantom of the opera books, where erik reveals his face to Christine (in this fic, reader) he says something along the lines of 'im a handsome man, arent i", in this version, reader shows him love instead of hatred

tags/warnings- slowish burn, tender angsty fluff

word count- 672 words divider by- floriseu

Erik stood before me, the darkness of the candlelit room casting long, jagged shadows on the stone walls. His breath was ragged, as if he had fought to reveal his face, a battle within himself against a lifetime of torment and disgust. Slowly, with shaking hands, he reached up and tore the mask from his face.

His disfigurement was exposed—half of his face twisted and scarred, the flesh marred by a cruel fate. The other half, though, was breathtakingly beautiful: sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and piercing eyes that flickered with an intensity I had never seen before. He glared at me, challenging me, waiting for my inevitable recoil.

“You see?” His voice wavered, a mixture of bitterness and vulnerability. “Look upon me and behold the monster I truly am.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My heart ached for him, for the man who had spent his life hiding behind shadows and masks. His expression darkened as he mistook my silence for disgust.

“I’m a handsome man, aren’t I?” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm, mocking his own reflection. He was daring me to lie, to pretend, to do anything but look at him for who he was.

But I didn’t see the hideousness he expected me to recoil from. Instead, I saw the years of loneliness, the pain etched into every scar, and the desperation for love in his eyes. Without thinking, I took a step forward, my hands trembling but not from fear. His sharp inhale was audible, but I ignored it. I reached out, my fingers gently cupping his face—both the unmarred side and the scarred side, treating them both with the same tenderness.

“Yes, you are,” I whispered softly, my thumbs brushing over the rough patches of skin, feeling the warmth beneath them.

Erik froze. His whole body went rigid, as if my touch was something foreign, something he didn’t know how to comprehend. His wide eyes met mine, searching for some hint of cruelty or pity, but there was none.

“You are beautiful, Erik,” I continued, leaning closer. “Not because of this—” I gently touched the scarred side of his face, “—or this—” I moved to trace the smooth lines of the other side. “But because of who you are.”

His lips parted, a sharp intake of breath that he seemed to choke on. His hands hovered in the air, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Before he could decide, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his forehead, just between the ridges of his scar. His skin was warm under my lips, and I could feel him trembling beneath my touch.

I moved to kiss the side of his face, planting soft, lingering kisses along the jagged lines of his scars, treating them with the same reverence I gave to the unmarred parts of him. “You are beautiful, Erik,” I repeated, the words punctuated with each gentle kiss.

Erik’s breath hitched. He stood still, as if he didn’t know how to react, as if my affection was something he had never imagined could be real. Slowly, tentatively, his hands found my wrists, holding me as though I might vanish if he let go.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” I murmured, my lips moving to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “You never had to.”

His grip on my wrists tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might pull away, retreat back into the shadows of his mind. But instead, he leaned into my touch, a soft, broken sound escaping him—a sound that was almost like a sob.

“You don’t understand…” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking. “I am a monster.”

“No,” I said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “You are a man, Erik. A man who deserves to be loved.”

For a moment, his eyes searched mine, filled with disbelief, vulnerability, and something that looked like hope—a hope he had long buried. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. His hands slid down to my waist, holding me as though I were his lifeline.

“I don’t know how…” he whispered, his voice trembling, “to accept that.”

“You don’t have to know right now,” I replied softly, brushing my lips over his in the lightest of kisses. “Just know that it’s true.”

For the first time since he revealed his face to me, Erik didn’t try to hide. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he held me tighter, his scarred face pressed against mine, as if in that moment, he finally believed that he was worthy of love.

[asexxxualerotica]

Open RP Starter: Paranormal Encounters

“Well, now aren’t you an interesting specimen?” Maddie Fenton smirked to herself as she slowly strut up to the infrakinetic cage holding her latest subject. “I’m lucky you came here when you did. My husband is away with my son on a fishing trip—if he’d been here when you showed up, he would’ve blasted you to kingdom come, and that would just be a shame. I wouldn’t be able to have my fun with you then, now would I~?”

Maddie’s eyes gleamed at that—the figure was certainly inhuman given their appearance, and the fact that the cage even worked on them at all—but what sort of creature they exactly were was still a mystery to her. And oh, did Maddie love a good mystery~

[Monsters/Inhuman Muses only]

[fruity-hub-blog]

:/

Once again, I am making a post that says harassment has no place in the Phandom. If you want to harass people over their ships, take it somewhere else please.

We already had our shipping wars and we are not interested.

Especially in the DP RP community, it is slowly rebuilding itself and does not need petty harassment campaigns to drag it back to inactivity.

Thank you,

A longtime DP RPer

[morpheus-child-phobos-legacy]

Oh.

Hello, there.

Who am I?

That’s a wonderful question. I am Kaden Winchester. I am the child of @morpheus-lord-of-dreams. I am the grandson of Phobos. And I am your greatest nightmare.

I will tear Olympus brick from brick, and destroy anyone who has ever allied themself with the cause.

And if that includes you? Count your minutes. And run.

But you can’t hide from fear, and you can’t hide from me…

Oh, and I am a he and wish to be referred to as such. Goodbye :)

Some people, I suppose:

@justice-blood-and-tea — My beautiful girlfriend. Anyone who lays a finger on her is dead to me

@apollos-favorite-child — She exists. And isn’t always an annoyance.

(ooc: run by @peace-love-and-french-toast, who also runs @cabinseventheaterchick! Check them out if you want!)

(PS: like this? I run a roleplay community open to everyone!)

(And extra extra psst. Search “face reveal” on this blog. He has revealed his true form only once thus far.)

[s0d0mizer--s0d0mizes]

Best idea ever.

Me. Really big hoodie. Mega heater.

Sir @ask-phantom-ghoullll your personal heater awaits.

[doctorsiren]

Some silly happenings :3 (monster AU by @cupofchemicalchatter and I…we have still yet to come up with a name for it OOPS)

[wesley-weston]

Fenton I Swear to God Almighty and Ancient Ass Ghosts. GET YOUR FERAL CLONE OUT OF MY ROOM!!

[delanuit]

“ Love is a scorpion’s paralyzing poison, but now a thousand little mouths are sucking it steadily from my veins, emptying my mind and preparing a black void. I feel the grief receding, dispersing beneath the rage which is mushrooming out inside me like some monstrous fungus. A cold breeze stirs my cloak, sends it billowing out around me like the wings of the Angel of Death. I have completed the final process of metamorphosis, swollen and blossomed uncontrollably into a mighty, all-powerful shade of hell. All that remains to be done is for me to tear through the chrysalis of mortality and reveal the ravening black-winged creature that lusts to live.

A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes … malevolent … omnipotent …

The Phantom of the Opera ! ”

independent, selective Erik aka the Phantom of the Opera written by ROMEO

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[bonzlydoo]

So I did a Winslow Leach post Paradise design cuz u know that boi's unfairly going to hell so we might as-well make him look good

[mcflymemes]

PHANTOM THREAD (2017) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i cannot begin my day with a confrontation.

i feel as if i've been looking for you for a very long time.

you found me.

i wanted time with you. i wanted to have you to myself.

you are a very handsome man.

why are you not married?

i'm certain i was never meant to marry.

you sound so sure about things.

i think you're only acting strong.

maybe you have no taste.

you have the ideal shape.

don't start crying.

i'm not crying. i'm angry.

whatever you do, do it carefully.

kiss me, my girl, before i'm sick.

i want you flat on your back. helpless, tender, open with only me to help.

i think it's the expectations and assumptions of others that causes heartache.

are you a special agent sent here to ruin my evening and possibly my entire life?

why are you so rude to me?

why are you talking to me like this?

yes, this is your house. of course it's your house.

i'm surrounded on all sides!

you brought me here!

when the hell did this happen?

where's your gun?

stop playing this game.

if it's my life that you're describing, it's entirely up to you whether you choose to share it or not.

why don't you just fuck off to back where you came from?

is there something i'm unaware of?

don't you start using that filthy little word.

there's nothing i can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there?

a house that doesn't change is a dead house.

if you want to have a staring contest with me, you will lose.

is this an ambush?

then i want you strong again.

i don't understand what you're saying. i can't hear your voice.

you might wish you're going to die. you might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to.

i can predict the future, and everything is settled.

i finally understand you.

right now we're here.

i'm getting hungry.

what a model of politeness you two are.

marriage would make me deceitful, and i don't ever want that.

you need to settle down a little.

you certainly won't come out alive.

i'll go right through you and it'll be you who ends up on the floor.

[name] has made my dreams come true.

it's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living.

i don't find that spooky at all.

are you here? are you always here?

i miss you. i think about you all the time.

i hear your voice say my name when i dream and when i wake up, there are tears streaming down my face.

must be quite a challenge to be with him.

sometimes i jump ahead in our life together, and i see a time near the end.

i just miss you. it's as simple as that.

i want to tell you everything.

don't pick a fight with me.

you are not cursed. you are loved by me.

who is this lovely creature making the house smell so nice?

there is an air of quiet death in this house and i do not like the way it smells.

i don't even know what that word means.

it does concern me. it concerns me very much.

i'm not moaning.

it hurts my feelings.

i don't know what i'm doing here.

i'm just waiting around like an idiot for you.