#poor unhappy erik

[birdstooth]

POTO post credits scene:

[ladykarloff]

Do you ever stop to think very randomly that if Senior saw all of the fangirls in this day and age, perhaps he'd have to permanently go into hiding once he saw how we thirst over hideous himbos?

That the characters he created are indeed someone's comfort boyfriend or blorbo, even though the makeup was top-notch fucking terrifying and/or heartwrenching for the '20s?

I'll be the first one to admit it. I can change Erik and wouldn't be afraid to give him the love he needs; I'll take one for the team!

But seriously though. His Erik needs a fucking hug, some hot chocolate, a heated blanket in his coffin, some kisses, and a girl who's not afraid to wear a shirt that says "Erik's #1 Girl."

[luneemeritus]

Erik's final arc in the original novel is... intriguing.

alert: mentions of death, violence and possible suicide ⚠️ also spoilers from the Leroux novel and Lucíola (José de Alencar)

We never get to see how or when Erik truly died. I've seen people saying he literally died because of the kiss he recieved on the forehead and even joking about him never being able to sexually satisfy someone (bodyshaming hahaha how funny), but this is restricted to the memes only.

If Erik had died from a discharge of emotions, he would be dead right after kissing Christine (and recieving the kiss). And that's not what happened. He died days after this event. And more, he warned Daroga about his death, he says he was going to die, "dying of love", which means that he knew exactly how and when he was going to die. The kiss didn't actually killed him.

Some people theorize that Raoul actually shot Erik when he broke into his mansion. Which is valid and makes sense, however, it's we cannot know it actually happened since Erik doesn't seem to be hurted, bleeding or injured. And, i don't know, if Erik was shot, wouldn't he try to take care of his wound or at least call for help, since Daroga and Christine were two people that he could trust? Count Philippe seemed certain that his brother killed a simple cat with shinning golden eyes. The golden eyes don't seem like a coincidence to me, though. Maybe Erik did break into De Chagny's mansion, but Raoul couldn't shoot him?

well either way this chapter only makes me hate raoul even more but let's continue

The most obvious answer would be that Erik unalived himself. Considering that he presented suicidal thoughts before, it unfortunately makes sense. The first time he mentioned a suicidal desire was when he explained his Don Juan to Christine. He said that, once his masterpiece was finished, he desired to sleep forever with his score within the coffin-bed. He changed his mind, though, after he believed Christine loved him back.

And the second time, obviously, is when he threatens to blow up the Opera Garnier. He was determined to die alongside with everyone there. Which is an interesting topic about his character because he hated and blamed both himself and the society aroud him that drove him into misery. And his perspective wasn't wrong.

It's very sad to think about Erik unaliving himself. His motivation is understandable, but he needed and deserved a second chance (he earned a second chance actually, he just couldn't use it). I still think his mysterious death only happened because of public preassure, as it has happened with many other serials stories in that time (example: Lucíola by José de Alencar, Lucíola was supposed to end alive and happily married, but the misogynistic public preassured the author to kill her).

But how do you think Erik truly died?

[dreamytfw]

I don't watch Fallout, I've never played any of the games, so sorry for hijacking your post OP. But I just needed to say this. THIS IS SO CLOSE TO BOOK-ACCURATE ERIK IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM (/pos)!!! Begging, pleading, grovelling whatever powers that be in Hollywood to please PLEASE PLEASE make another book-accurate Phantom of the Opera adaptation. We have the make-up/technology to do Erik's deformity right, we should use it!!!!

WALTON GOGGINS as THE GHOUL FALLOUT (2024-)

[state-of-disorder]

Past the point of no return

[thirdmagic]

listening to the phantom of the opera audiobook for the millionth time and the last chapter still fucks me up the exact same way each time

[benetnvsch]

girls who are totally normal about phantom of the opera,,,

[birdstooth]

POV: u are a hostage just trying to read your novel

Christiiiinnnneeeeee 🥺🥺🥺🥺 pls affection 🥺🥺

#poto doodles 🏷️

[kalinara]

So as someone who immensely enjoys disliking Charles Xavier, I have to admit, I was utterly delighted when the X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic (in Krakoa age, one of the rare times it did not involve Nature Girl murdering people) decided to do what is, essentially, an "It's a Wonderful Life" plot for the guy.

So if even if you've never seen the original movie that the plot comes from, you've undoubtedly seen a parody or homage, (at least if you're American). Sitcoms particularly like to use the idea, but occasionally even serious shows will do it too. A character goes through some shit, is dreadfully unhappy, and is shown what life would be like without him.

Now the thing about X-Men, is that we did see what the world would be like without Charles Xavier in the Age of Apocalypse storyline. And admittedly, it's pretty bad. Scott has long hair. Enough said.

And of course, the gist of this story is that Xavier ends up in the Age of Apocalypse world (or maybe just dreaming about it), and introduces them to the Krakoa concept and gets a big ego boost.

It is what it is. The part that amuses me is what drives Xavier to the point of needing this ego boost. And it is an AMAZING level of petty.

Since there are a lot of scans, I'm going to put them behind a cut. Enjoy! (These are all from X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic #62, by the way.)

So we start off with Xavier's daily schedule:

It's a pretty busy itinerary, admittedly. So now, let's see how Xavier's day actually goes.

We actually start off with Xavier waking up, disgruntled, at 6:00 AM. I'm not actually going to show this, because I am not a morning person either and can't make fun of him for it.

Also, he's shirtless, and not being named Max or Erik, I am not into that. Sorry.

But, let's look at the rest.

6:30's resurrection of Rusty Collins

Xavier was apparently a bit slow, and Hope decided to resurrect the dude without him. That happens. You can hardly blame a teenager for leaping at the chance at grown-up responsibility.

Also, she's a Summers. So it's pretty much inevitable.

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So then we get the 7:45 meet and greet.

A small child adores Kitty. Kitty is a little meta here, but not wrong. After all, part of what the Marauders do, at this point, is rescue people.

Now, Xavier looks kind of neutral here, but given that this is part of the litany of disappointment, contextually, one must interpret this to mean he is disappointed.

But here's the thing, Chuck. You're not an "X-Man". You're the dude who sends them out from the shadows. You didn't even publicly admit to being a mutant for decades. And while, yes, you did have some physical issues that made being a field operative impossible, it's not like you're going out on rescue missions NOW.

Sorry, I shouldn't rant. There's more to mock.

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So how does the 9:15 teaching session go? We don't actually know. Presumably it's not notable. Despite the fact that teaching is the one thing Xavier can claim he actually does.

Instead, we skip ahead to the 11:05 parole hearing:

I mean, you can't actually be surprised by this. I'm not even sure that Sabretooth is still IN there. But he's busy torturing people, if he is. So no, he's not getting out.

You could let the kids out though. Poor Idie.

--

This bit makes me laugh:

Got stood up by the guy whose mind you forcibly wiped. You can't be shocked by this, Chuck. That was a fucking dick move and you know it.

(Especially since you decide that Franklin isn't a mutant after all.)

--

How about the X-Corp Review?

Huh, who'd have thought that multi-millionaire business people would have the business shit handled?

I mean, to be fair to Charles, he does seem to never lack money, so he likely has business sense himself. But meh. I can't blame Warren and Monet for wanting to go off and canoodle or whatever.

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I admit to some sympathy here, just a bit:

I've mentioned that I'm not a really a fan of the Arakko focus on Omega mutants, and how that kind of spoils my enjoyment of Storm basically being amazing up there. (I feel like it'd be more satisfying to have a non-Omega show them that sheer power isn't the only measure of awesome. I did like watching her use teamwork to kick Vulcan's ass though.)

That said, why did you not realize this would be a thing, Xavier? Arakkans make no secret of how their society works.

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Now, sadly, we skip the legal conference about the X-Babies. Presumably it goes well and no one mocks Xavier, but I'm kind of fascinated by the idea.

But then we get the official Treehouse lighting ceremony:

...are you really feeling left out because your two former child soldiers are getting honored as "mutantkind's greatest heroes".

Fucking REALLY?

Are you living among humans and saving them from various threats? Heck, are you sticking around to help hand out meals, as the mayor mentions? Because you're not down there, and your itinerary says you'll be having a meeting about Orchis with Beast in like an hour.

It presumably goes well, because we skip ahead to sparring with Logan.

This goes pretty straightforward. They have a heart to heart, which I appreciate, because I'm still utterly boggled by that bit in X Lives of Wolverine where he claims that, despite their respective ages, Logan sees Chuck as a father figure.

By the way, Logan doesn't act like a "son" in this scene at all. He does give some legitimately good advice though and asks the question that's the point of all this:

And for FUCK'S SAKE, Xavier. The fact that this is apparently an armor piercing question, after a day where the WORST thing that happened to you was having a few appointments go on without you, getting stood up by a dude who's got every reason to dislike you, and seeing Kitty, Scott and Jean get SOME MEASURE of weak recognition.

THAT's what leads to the "It's a Wonderful Life" moment?

I mean, presumably, the interview with Trish Trilby which happens before the sparring match goes well. Meaning you're going to be on the fucking news as the face of Krakoa again. But that hardly matters because the Mayor of New York considers your SURROGATE CHILDREN to be the greatest heroes.

You couldn't even be HAPPY for them?!

(I also can't help but note that upon meeting AoA Cyclops, who assumes Xavier is an escaped clone and tries to kill him, we see no sign of the ACTUAL character's complexity or depth. He's just a random villain here. Because in the end, it's all about Xavier's ego.

He does refer to Scott as "the most pragmatic man I've ever known", which is a really interesting description that I'm not sure I agree with. But that's an analysis for another day.)

Anyway, as mentioned, the rest of the story is basically just fueling Xavier's ego. I mean, Age of Apocalypse IS a hellhole. (Though a friend of mine suggested once that possibly the only thing Age of Apocalypse proved that Xavier was necessary for is preventing Mr. Sinister from regaining control of Cyclops. I think I'd have to reread the story to see if I agree, but since I hate Xavier, I DO like that thought.) And he does bring them Krakoa and joy.

But I'm just going to bask in the fact that Xavier's deepest pain on Krakoa is that someone occasionally recognizes other people instead of him. I bet he hated Scott's Rolling Stone cover too. :-D

[deeznutsthethrid]

My love with Christine was like a flame it glowed so bright yet ended so fast

*but poor unhappy Erik still waits for her return*

[indelen]

Me when there's any media about a girl and her precious weirdo murder skull guy only she can understand:

Don't mess with a teenage girl and her emotional support skull

I know the skull was scorched after the explosion but I forgot ijbol

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 38th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part VI of Chapter 14, “La lyre d’Apollon” (“Apollo’s Lyre”).

This section was first printed on Monday, 22 November, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward's translation of the First Edition of Phantom of the Opera (either in paperback, or Kindle, or from another vendor -- the ISBN-13 is: 978-0199694570), the text starts in Chapter 13 with, “He came up close and I heard his teeth grind for his mouth had no lips!” and goes to, “Poor Erik! Poor, unhappy Erik!”

NOTE I: At this point in the narrative (highlighted in blue in the first column of the Gaulois text above), Erik abruptly switches from using the formal, polite “vouvoyer” when addressing Christine (formal “you”) to instead using the informal, and in this case condescending, “tutoyer” to address her (informal “you”). Erik did “tutoie” Christine when he was in the guise of the Angel of Music, but this would have been expected of an angel talking to a mortal, and so it would not have been intended or felt as hurtful. This “tutoyer,” however, was deliberate and patronizing, literally adding insult to injury.

Christine later returns the favor in Chapter 27 (Chapter 26 in the First Edition), when she uses “tutoyer” to address Erik, effectively calling him a child.

NOTE II: This is another example of an abrupt shift to “tutoyer.” As highlighted in blue in the second column of the Gaulois text above, Christine becomes irritated with Raoul, and switches from addressing him with the formal “vouvoyer” (as she has done previously in the novel) to addressing him with the casual (and in this case, patronizing) “tutoyer.” Later in this section, she switches back to using the polite “vouvoyer” with him.

There are some differences between the Gaulois text and the First Edition. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) Chapter 14 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 13 in the First Edition, etc.

2) “saoûle” is a misprint, since the verb “saouler” (“to make someone drunk”) doesn’t have a circumflex over the û. The First edition corrects this to “soûle,” the infinitive of which is soûler (which also means “to make someone drunk”). The line, “Repais les yeux, soûle ton âme de ma laideur maudite !” means, “Feast your eyes, intoxicate your soul with my accursed ugliness!”

3) Compare the Gaulois text (Erik is more sarcastic here):

Quoi ? je te fais peur ? C'est pas possible !…

Translation:

“What? Do I frighten you? I don’t believe it!...”

To the First Edition:

Quoi ? je te fais peur ? C'est possible !…

Translation:

“What? Do I frighten you? That may well be!…”

4) Compare the Gaulois text:

je me suis fait entièrement avec de la mort !…

To the First Edition:

je suis fait entièrement avec de la mort !…

Both mean, “I am made entirely of death!…”

5) In the Gaulois text, Leroux capitalized certain nouns relating to Erik, in this case, “Chose,” or “Thing,” referring to Erik’s face.

6) Compare the Gaulois text:

Enfin, je n'étais pas une ingrate, et son imposture ne pouvait me fair oublier qu'il était la Voix et qu'il m'avait réchaufée de son génie.

Translation:

“Lastly, I was not ungrateful, and his deception could not make me forget that he was the Voice and that he had revived me with his genius.”

To the First Edition (this is most likely a typo):

Enfin, je n'étais pas une ingrate, et son impossibilité ne pouvait me fair oublier qu'il était la Voix et qu'il m'avait réchaufée de son génie.

Translation:

“Lastly, I was not ungrateful, and his impossibility could not make me forget that he was the Voice and that he had revived me with his genius.”

NOTE: This sentence was edited in the 1926 Photoplay edition of Le Fantôme de l'Opéra, which corrected several typos introduced in the First Edition. The phrase “et son impossibilité ne pouvait me fair oublier” was removed, and the sentence was rewritten as:

Enfin, je n'étais pas une ingrate, je ne pouvais oublier qu'il était la Voix et qu'il m'avait réchauffée de son génie.

Translation:

“Lastly, I was not ungrateful, and I could not forget that he was the Voice and that he had revived me with his genius.”

7) This paragraph was cut from the First Edition:

En tout cas, de tout ceci, il résultait pour moi la certitude qu'Erik m'aimait assez farouchement, assez vindicativement même depuis que j'avais touché au masque, pour que je restasse à jamais sa captive.

Translation:

“In any case, all of this brought with it the certainty that Erik loved me so fiercely, so vindictively even, since I had touched his mask, that I would remain forever his prisoner.”

8) In this instance in the Gaulois text, “Monstre” (Monster) is capitalized.

9) Here in the Gaulois text, Erik is misspelled “Erick.”

10) Compare the Gaulois text:

Il leva vers le Destin ses mains décharnées, et tomba à mes genoux avec des mots d'amour…

Translation:

“He raised his skeletal hands toward Destiny, and he fell at my knees with words of love…”

To the First Edition (this is almost certainly another typo):

Il leva vers le Destin ses mains déchaînées, et tomba à mes genoux avec des mots d'amour…

Translation:

“He raised his unbridled hands toward Destiny, and he fell at my knees with words of love…”

NOTE: This typo was corrected in the 1926 Photoplay edition of Le Fantôme de l'Opéra, where Erik’s hands are again “décharnées” (skeletal), not “déchaînées” (unbridled).

These two typos in the First Edition are not without precedent. Famously, the First Edition text also misprinted “fatal nocher” as “fatal rocher,” transforming Erik from the “grim ferryman of the Underworld” into a … “ghastly rock.”

11) Again, “Monstre” (Monster) is capitalized in the Gaulois text.

12) This paragraph was cut from the 1st Edition:

Je ne songeai point à lui échapper de force. D'abord, je savais que du moment que je ne fuirais point Paris et même la France, et même l'Europe et le monde, ô Raoul ! il me rattraperait toujours ; mais, déjà, je le savais en mon pouvoir et que l'heure de ma délivrance était prochaine.

Translation:

“I did not consider escaping him by force. Firstly, I knew that since I would not flee Paris, and even France, and Europe even, and the world, oh Raoul! I knew that he would always recapture me; but by then I knew him to be under my power and that the hour of my deliverance was near.”

13) Compare the Gaulois text:

… car il a une jalousie terrible de vous, que je n'ai pu combattre qu‘en lui affirmant votre prochain départ…

Translation:

“… for he is terribly jealous of you, which I could only contest by assuring him of your imminent departure…”

To the First Edition:

… car il a une jalousie terrible de vous, que je n'ai combattue qu'en lui affirmant votre prochain départ…

Translation:

“… for he is terribly jealous of you, which I only contested by assuring him of your imminent departure…”

14) Compare the Gaulois text:

Et vous êtes revenue, Christine, gémit Raoul d'une voix sombre.

Translation:

“And you returned, Christine,” groaned Raoul in a gloomy voice.

To the First Edition:

Et vous êtes revenue, Christine, gémit Raoul.

Translation:

“And you returned, Christine,” groaned Raoul.

15) Compare the Gaulois text:

C'est vrai, Raoul 

Translation:

“That is true, Raoul”

To the First Edition:

C'est vrai, ami 

Translation:

“That is true, dear”

16) Minor differences in punctuation and capitalization.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 22 November, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[flagbridge]

One of the things I love about having a Phantom mezuzah is that I touch it and press my hand to my lips every time I pass it so poor unhappy Erik is getting a lil kiss every time someone walks by.

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He now has a cape, and sleeps in a coffin. My next project is to put tiny little appliqués on the cape.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

I was just crocheting a scarf for my stuffed koala bear (who's name is indeed Erik) and was just thinking how adorable a drabble would be from you of someone doing the same for Erik, either book!Erik or musical!Erik, probably with plenty of him calling them maman and probably getting in the way like the clingy bug her is. If you could write something even small for that I'm sure it would be utterly adorable ^w^

Omg, that IS adorable! Thank you for this idea!!

Contains tumblr reference because reader is modern and also because I thought I was hilarious (read: I am sleep deprived).

The block of French Erik speaks to you translates to: “I want to cuddle with you! Erik needs cuddles! Please, mommy!”

Erik had been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes as you crocheted the black yarn into previous stitches. The scarf you were making for Erik was coming along nicely, though you couldn’t help but lament the fact that you weren’t able to keep it as a surprise for him, seeing as he followed you around like a puppy all hours of the day and then some, far after you had fallen asleep. But looking on the bright side, your babydoll probably didn’t even realize that the scarf was for him, if he knew it was a scarf in the first place. Your current situation was more than a little awkward if you were honest, the gangly man hadn’t even bothered to sit down, instead hovering to your right as close as he could get before the arm of the settee cut into his legs. Pausing at the end of your round, you gazed up at Erik, who in response turned red and began to fidget with his fingers, shifting his slight weight from one foot to the other.

“Are you okay, sugar? Do you need something?”

“M-maman, I…I want…I want…” Flushing further, Erik turned his gaze from his long fingers and stole a shy glance at your eyes before quickly averting them once more.

“What is it, babydoll? You can tell me.”

A small whimper left Erik’s throat as he tried to formulate his words, locked in a battle between his insecurities and his overwhelming desire for your love. Eventually, however, his need for you won out as a small plea made itself known to your ears.

“Mommy, maman…I-I…je veux faire des câlins avec vous! Erik a besoin de câlins! S’il vous plaît, maman!”

“As much as I would love to cuddle with you, babydoll, I kind of have my hands-”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before the tears began to fall from Erik’s eyes down to his misshapen cheeks. Collapsing to his knees at the settees side, Erik grasped your arm through his sobbing and pulled it over the edge and to his torso, clutching it like a makeshift teddy bear.

“-full. …oh, Erik.” With a small sigh, you moved to untangle your arm from Erik’s hold.

At the feeling of you shifting away from him, Erik was sent into a frenzied panic.

“No, No, No, No! Don’t leave your Erik! Please! Stay! Stay with poor, unhappy, Erik! Erik wants maman, his angel, his (Y/N), to stay!”

By the time you had managed to get your arm free, Erik had begun hyperventilating and as soon as you left his grasp, Erik’s hands went to cover his face whilst he cried, further blocking his air intake. Hurriedly pushing your crochet items to the side, you ran to the side of the settee and knelt down to Erik’s level, moving his hands from his face and wrapping him tightly in your arms. The pressure of you pulling him towards you seemed to do the trick, as Erik slowly started to calm down, regardless of how the tears still fell from his eyes.

“Oh, lovely…shh, shh, shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, sugar, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Please, maman, Erik needs cuddles! Erik needs his (Y/N)!” Erik whimpered, still sobbing.

“Oh babydoll, I know, I know, I know. But Erik, the project I’m working on right now is for someone very important! So I need some time to finish it, but I’m almost done! In fact, it should only take me about another half hour since I’d worked on it some days prior!”

“But maman, Erik needs câlins! Please! If he doesn’t get them, Erik will surely perish!”

“Being a little dramatic are we, babydoll?” You chuckled gently.

Shaking his head no, Erik gripped you tighter, trying to signify that, yes, if you didn’t give him all your love and attention soon he thought he would actually die.

“Tell you what, babydoll, you can sit yourself right with me while I work, and as soon as I’m done, we can cuddle all your darling little heart desires. And-” You cut your self off to give Erik a quick kiss, smiling at how Erik tried to deepen it before you pulled away, a miserable whine leaving him at the loss of contact, and wipe away his tears. “-if you’re good for me, I’ll give you any kind of reward you want later.”

“Do you promise, maman? Do you swear to give your Erik your love?”

“I do, babydoll. Now let’s move back to the settee and you can sit with me, I’m sure it’s much more comfortable than the floor.”

“Merci, maman!”

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“Erik, when I said you could sit with me, this is not at all what I meant and you know it. Do we have to sit like this?”

The only response you were given was Erik’s arms tightening around you and the nodding of his head against your skin. Currently he was perched in your lap with his arms around your neck as your hands rested around his waist, holding your almost finished scarf, hook, and yarn while you struggled to see over top of the man’s boney shoulder to continue your work. ‘So be it.’ You thought to yourself doing your best to count stitches and keep the yarn from tangling in your grip. As you continued on, Erik couldn’t help but steal a few kisses from your lips every five minutes to try and hold himself over until he could have your full attention, before tucking his disfigured face back into the crook of your neck until the yearning for your lips on his became overwhelming once more.

Finally, after a few minutes more, you were able to fasten off your row and cut the excess yarn.

“Alright, babydoll, I need you where I can see you!”

A whiny noise of displeasure left Erik as you tried to separate yourself from his hold, if anything Erik only gripped you tighter the more you tried to push him back.

“Erik, I promise, just this last thing and then I can hold you as long as you want, and you can hold me to.”

As Erik reluctantly drew himself away from you and sat up straight, you were reminded of just how tall the disfigured man before you was, silently laughing to yourself as Erik, so known for his genius and being a creature of the night to the few who knew him, looked at you and sulked at the loss of your touch. Gripping the freshly made black scarf, you delicately draped the material over Erik’s neck and wrapped it around his shoulders, not missing the look of wonder in his eyes as more tears welled in his sockets.

“Maman, is this really for Erik? For Erik to keep and treasure?”

“Yes babydoll, it’s for you. I even stitched the initials ‘O.G.’ into one end with some white-”

You were cut off by Erik’s happy wails, soon followed up by cold lips working feverishly against your own as though trying to consume your entire being.

“Merci, merci, merci, maman! Je t’aime! Je t’aime! Je t’aime!! Erik loves you, (Y/N)!!”

“I love you too, Erik. Now then, did you want to cuddle out here or in your room?” ‘Since I finally convinced you to get a proper bed with the promise of being able to hold each other more comfortably.’

“In my room, Erik wants to cuddle in his chambers!”

“Alright darling, we can if you wish. …I just realized you sound very much like a tumblr post back in my timeline with a cat named Miette.”

Shooting you a puzzled look, Erik halted in getting off of you.

“Pardon, Erik speaks like what?”

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Like I said babydoll, it’s something from my original timeline.”

“Mmm, Alright…”

As soon as he stood up, Erik wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, successfully reminding you just how freakishly strong Erik was for his frame, and carrying you towards his room.

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@sloppyzengarden

[mortimers-cross]

Phantom of The Opera- No one would Listen

SUCH a shame this song was cut from the film! 

“Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be 'some one,' like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must needs pity the Opera ghost...” 

[addictedtowords16]

The reader knows and guesses the rest. It is all in keeping with this incredible and yet veracious story. Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be "some one," like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content him- self with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must needs pity the Opera ghost.

The Phantom of the Opera