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Thread I posted on my Twitter regarding people slandering Michael for seeking help from a therapist after playing Killmonger. People are so sick.
1) He isn’t “weak” for going to a therapist
2) Even if you didn’t think he did a good job as Killmonger, that doesn’t invalidate his feelings/emotions
3) Again, regardless of if you thought he didn’t do great as Killmonger, he still had to go to a dark place filled with nothing but pain and turmoil in order to portray Erik, who is nothing like Michael in real life.
Y’all will literally find any reason to hate this man, whether it be because of who he decides to date or his decision to seek out therapy due to feeling depressed. He does nothing to anybody and it isn’t fair that he’s met with such criticism.
Anyway, I just needed to get this off my chest.
Guestbook: Erik Lewis
General Information:
Full name: Erik Lewis
Gender: Male
D.o.B/Age: 26
Height/Weight: 6'2"/ 210
Physical Appearance: Tall and burly, shaggy brown hair and golden eyes
Place of Birth: Beddgelert, Wales
Race: Welsh
Education: Homeschooling
Occupation: Hunter
Mentality:
Strengths: His own physical strength, his loyalty
Weaknesses: Taking care of himself, some modern appliances
Thing that makes them special: Hes a werewolf
Key personality traits:
Backstory
Social:
Family His mom and two sisters live back in Wales
Relationship Status: Currently single
31 Days of Angst; Day #18 [Grievous Injury]
The night had gone well for the most part. Erik stalked around the land of the house in his wolf form to make sure nothing was to come of harm to his new family. While his love slept peacefully in his bed, he was on high alert for anything. The calmest of the night was cut short by the sound of a deep growl coming from the tree line. With his fur standing on end to make himself look bigger than he already was, Erik walked slowly towards the sound. He froze when the opposing creature strode its massive body from the trees. Erik's ear flattened, he knew he wouldn't win in this fight. The beast seemingly smirked at him before lunging forward.
The two wolves fought each other, both with the intention to kill the other. The beast dug its sharp claws into Erik, doing its best to rip him to shreds. Erik let out a wail as the beast bit down on his neck. The sound of his throat shattering ringing in his ears. Erik slumped to the ground, blood covering the ground around him. The beast seemed satisfied with its work and once he was sure Erik wasn't getting back up, it sauntered away. Erik breathed heavily, his body unable to move. He feared he would die there, that protecting his new family had finally cost him his life.
More Than Talk (oneshot)
Pairing: Erik Stevens x Reader
Genre: SMUTTY AS FUCK, I think this is the first time I used “NSFW” for my stories…I mean sure I forgot the other times but it must mean something that this time I remembered
A/N: Yes I have to thank @killmoncoochie for this fucking hot ass idea and @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers for all but forcing me to write this :D and @nostalgic-uncertaint for that one part in this…you know the one!
Words:3,019
Warnings: Probably gonna be…the dirtiest shit I write on here but when one feels inspired….18+ yall
You huffed angrily, pacing back and forth in front of your vanity mirror, stopping to glare at your reflection. You’d straightened your hair for that nigga, you actually took the time to beat your fucking face, you bought a damn dress specifically for this occasion and where the fuck is he? You’d been wanting to go to this art gallery opening for months now and you finally talked him into taking you with the promise that there’d be authentic South African artifacts and your stupid ass actually believed he’d follow through this time. He was a whole ass hour late and you’d finally given up on him taking you. Well fuck him, he’s missing out.
Your eyes moved down your reflection in the mirror, and you could admit you looked good. You’d almost given yourself heat damage trying to silk press your coarse curls, and for once you had on fucking lipstick, a rich red that matched the color of your dress. The dress was spaghetti strapped and clung to your breast as if they’d fall out with just one wrong move, and you wore the diamond choker Erik got you, the origins of the necklace still dangerously unknown. The dress hugged your womanly curves in a way that you could feel proud about, and it had a split on one side almost up to your hip, showing off an enticing amount of your thick thighs. From this angle in the mirror, your legs looked long as hell in the black 4-inch strappy heels you had on. This whole look was meant to set him off and now its wasted on a nigga that doesn’t even care enough to come ravage you like you clearly deserved.
Deciding since he fucked up, you were allowed to be a little cruel. Fluffing your hair up a bit so it looked like hands had been passionately tangled in it, you grab your phone to take a picture. You stand back in front of the mirror, one hand holding the phone in a way to get your whole body in the frame, and the other toying sexily with the split in your dress. Your eyebrow was quirked in a way that said, ‘really nigga?’, and you had a smug smirk on your face.
Once you got the perfect shot, you sent it to him with a text saying, “Maybe you’ll make the next one ;)” and you gathered your things to head out. Before you even made it to the door, your shrill ringtone was going off at you and you stared at the picture of him flashing his grill at the camera debating if you should answer or not.
Hand on the doorknob, you answered with a roll of your eyes. “Nah nigga, it’s a bit too late for this.” You heard him let out an annoyed grunt and his deep voice came through the phone.
“Don’t gimme that shit (Y/N), you know how L.A. traffic is.” You did, but he didn’t think to plan ahead?
“A whoooole ass hour though Erik? You know what, miss me with that bullshit. I’ll just take my damn self before all the featured artist leave.” He let out a short, challenging laugh, and you tried to ignore how his voice dipped an octave.
“Where the fuck do you think you goin’ by yourself lookin’ all fine and shit baby? I’ll be there in 20 and then you can have whatever you want.” You shifted your weight in your heels as your body shivered at the sinful promise in his tone of a night full of orgasms if you’d just obey him. It was like speaking to the fucking devil; his voice in that tone could make you do any damn thing he wanted, and he knew it too.
“No…” you bit your lip and drifted distractedly away from your door, trying that again more firmly, “No. You should’ve been here earlier Erik. You knew how important this was to me.” His deep chuckled rumbled through the phone line and he completely disregarded your accusation.
“You was showing too much leg girl. You ain’t got panities on huh?” You really didn’t, the dress was so tight it would’ve showed obvious panty lines. He huffed over the line at your lack of response. “You really thought you was going out just flaunting my pussy like that?”
You somehow found yourself back in front of the mirror, one hand holding the phone to your ear and the other dazedly stroking the skin of your thighs as you turned to get a better look at the split. “You’re being dramatic Erik, you can’t even see anything.”
“Bullshit,” he bit out in irritation, “I seen the shit you sent baby. All I’d have to do is move that dress to the side and you’d be right there for me to fuck. You thought I was gone let you go out in that?” You could feel yourself growing warm and sticky in a place that was now exposed to the cool air as you pulled your dress to the side like he described, staring at yourself as you imagined him fucking you in that moment.
You unintentionally let out a small sigh and he moaned deeply from his end, directly into your fucking ear, like he could see you now. “You getting wet for me baby girl?” Your breath hitched as you lied straight through your teeth.
“You haven’t given me reason to nigga.” His arrogant laughter warmed your body and you had to take a seat on your bed, legs suddenly weak from overwhelming arousal. The deep, smooth timbre of his voice always seemed to get you dripping between your legs. He could go from rude to sensual so fast it’d almost given you vertigo a couple of times. You lay back on the bed, one hand still keeping the phone tightly pressed against your ear and the other moving up to lightly stroke over your breast through the dress. You faintly heard him turn on his signal as he spoke.
“You mean the thought of me wrecking that pussy ain’t got you dripping for me?” His voice reverberated huskily through your body and made your pussy quiver with want.
“No…” you moaned out as you squeezed your breast, imaging it was his big hands doing it for you.
“So you’re telling me the memory of what I can make this mouth do on that pussy ain’t got yo shit dripping? How I ate yo shit until I had you almost crying, begging me to stop, and ignored yo whinny ass cause I was that fuckin hungry for you, that’s not making my pussy ready for me?” You moaned louder and clawed at your dress, wanting so desperately for his head to be back between your legs. It’d been so damn long, that mother fucker was selfish as hell.
“N-no.” Your lies weren’t even convincing to you anymore, but he was having too much fun fucking with you to stop.
“Well touch that pussy for me then. Imma need you ready as soon as I walk in the door baby.” Erik could hear slight rustling as you urgently move to take the dress off. “Nah baby girl, leave that shit on. Daddy wants to see you all dressed up for him.”
You groaned and bunched the dress up around your hips instead, needing the freedom to spread your legs wider. You let out a needy whine as your fingertips grazed over your lips, needing more stimulation but wanting to hold off until he got to you. “Go ahead and touch your clit for me baby.” He moaned deeply in you ear as he heard your gasp when your fingers finally made contact with that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shit feels good to touch my pussy like that, doesn’t it?” You could do nothing but respond with a squealing “uh huh” sound as you rubbed more firmly, needing more friction than you were allowing yourself.
“Now move on to that tight hole for me baby girl. Daddy will be home soon so you gotta stretch my pussy open for me” You groaned at the idea of leaving your clit untouched and he could hear the disappointment in your voice. “Don’t fucking play with me (Y/N), do it now.” You obeyed this time and used two fingers to push their way inside yourself, moaning at how tight you were. He was right, you’d need to ease your pussy open a bit if he was going to be as brutal as you suspect. You arched your back when your fingers were all the way inside you and moaned his name when you pulled them almost all of the way out.
You heard him grunt, over the line and he swore he could hear how wet you were for him and he could practically feel you squeezing his dick now. “Go a little faster, I’ll be there soon I swear.” You did as you were told, pussy dripping off your hand to the point where you were positive you’d need to buy a replacement dress, and this time he was positive he could hear you over the phone.
It was too much for you now. Fuck waiting for him, you needed to cum and you were never any good at holding off. Your thumb stretches up to rub against your clit and you swear loudly, gasping for breath at the intense feeling. Erik could tell by your change of voice that you were getting close and he pressed his foot harder on the accelerator.
“I know you ain’t touching your clit again before I told you to. Just wait til a nigga gets home baby girl, imma tear that ass up.” You moaned loudly at the idea of him doing just that and you curled your fingers up, reaching for that spot.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum (Y/N)!” His voice growled so lowly into your ear that it caused your whole body to quake at the resonance of it. “I want you on the edge when I get there baby, you gone by Daddy’s good girl?”
“No!” You thrust your fingers almost painfully harder into yourself as you hear a car door slam. Just a little bit further you’d be cumming on your fingers, consequences be damned. You’d begun to writhe on the bed, fingers working furiously in you and you called out his name, regardless of if he heard you or not. You felt it growing in your lower abdomen, about to explode outward, when a painful grip on your wrist stopped you.
Your eyes flew open and stared into Erik’s hard ones. He was angrier than you thought he’d be, nose flaring with his rapid breaths and his dreads hung messily over his face giving him a deranged look. Your other hand dropped your phone to the ground, and the noise caused him to blink, eyes slowly roaming over your body. Your hair was nest like, frizzing with the heat coming off you, your brown skin faintly glistened of exertion, your dress did have a small, dark puddle underneath your ass from where his voice hand been driving you crazy, and your pussy gleamed naughtily, completely giving away how close you’d been. He looked back up at you and a wayward grin crept on his face.
“You’ve been a bad little bitch for Daddy baby. I swear you like getting punished, don’t you?” Your alarmed gaze stayed on him as you slowly shook your head. “Nah, I think you love this shit. Knees. Now.” You didn’t even think about hesitating as you slid off the bed to fall at his feet. He kept his keens eyes on you as he unbuckled his belt and tossed it on the floor.
Your gaze fell to his hands as he unzipped and pulled his pants down just enough to free his dick. It sprung out at you, and you stared back at his imposing length unflinchingly, mouth already watering at the sight of it. He slowly grasped it in one of his big hands, fingers circling around the base of his dick as he dragged his hand upward.
“Beg.” Your head titled up to meet this gaze and your mouth fell open helplessly.
“P-please…” He stepped forward and, with his grip firmly on the base of his cock, he smacked the head of it lightly on your lips. As you opened your mouth wider to take him in he took a step back with a mean smile on his face.
“Will you be good?” He was running out of willpower to hold off from taking you right there. The way you looked up at him had the nigga getting big headed. He knew in that moment he owned yo shit, that he could do with you as he pleased.
“Yes! I’ll be good” He stepped forward again, dick still in hand, and his other reached for the back of your head, fingers tangling in the ever curling strands.
The head of his cock slid past your lips and he let out a low, guttural groan at the heat of your mouth. He slowly thrusted into you further as you watched his face, his dark eyes fixated on your mouth and his grill glinting at you where he clenched his teeth. He moved one hand away from his cock and the other pushed your head down further, and you had to brace yourself with your hands on his thighs as he began to thrust a little faster. His dick felt like it was splitting your mouth open, and your eyebrows furrowed at the painful stain he was putting on your jaw. He watched your eyes fluttered shut and grunted, pleased with himself.
“I own your pussy?” You moaned loudly on his dick because that’s literally all you could do, and his head fell forward towards his chest with a groan as the vibrations traveled down his dick. You reached up to give his balls a firm squeeze and he let out a sudden snarl. “So that means I tell you when my pussy gets to cum, aight (Y/N)?” You moan again, eyes watering as the head of his dick hits the back of your throat.
He pulled away suddenly, tugging on your strands to get you to stand up and you told yourself you’d curse his ass out later for being so rough with your hair. He tossed you on the bed and you land on your back, tits jiggling almost out of your dress from the force of the bounce. He was on the bed after you in a second, kneeling over your form between your spread legs, hands jerking his dick as he glared lustfully down at you. “Yo ass better be glad I’m too damn horny to give you the spanking you deserve for disobeying me.” His voice gravelly and brown skin now harboring the same shine that yours did. You groaned out his name feebly, hands reaching down to pull your dress up higher as he positioned himself at the apex of your thighs.
His hands grabbed on to your thighs tightly and he slammed into you in one quick thrust, making you grateful you fingered yourself for as long as you did before he got here, just knowing he’d be fast about it this time. He maintained eye contact with you as he pulled out slowly, hands lifting your thighs a little higher as his hips snapped back to meet yours in a thrust that drew a small scream from your lips and shifted your whole body upwards.
Your hands flew above you to hold yourself away from the headboard, knowing where this was going from past experiences with him if you weren’t careful. He let out a boyish laugh down at you as his thrust evened out, becoming a bit more predictable within you.
“You love when I wreck yo shit huh? When I remind you that I’m that nigga?” You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but all you could do was bite your lip as he pulled your ankles to rest on his shoulders, drilling that much deeper into you. He moaned at how tight and wet this position makes you and his head fell back, causing him to catch yall’s reflection in your vanity mirror. He grunts and began to slam into you harder, watching your face in the mirror as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. The image of yall fucking will get his dick hard for the rest of the week whenever he has to be away from you.
He could feel himself getting close watching his body pound into yours and listening to your now constant and delirious moaning. He faced you again and quickened his thrusts as he stretched your legs leaning over you. “Think I should let you cum?” You nodded frantically, eyes tearing up at the fact that you’ve been holding it off this long. One of his hands left your hips to grab at your neck, chocking you lightly over your necklace. He leaned further over you, growling in your face as his hips pummeled into your. “No matter where I am, I tell you how to make MY pussy cum! You got that shit?”
“YES!” Your voice came out strained from his tightening grip on your neck, “Yes Erik, Daddy, please let me cum?!” He grunts a yes in consent and your legs tremble on his shoulders as you cum undone around him, cum spurting all over his dick. He pulled out just in time to catch his reflection in the mirror ruining your red dress with his cum.
Your legs ungracefully flopped off his shoulders as he moves to sit next to your head on the headboard, already in the process of rolling a blunt. “You know they have a grand opening event every night this week, I’ll take your spoiled ass tomorrow” He said it without even looking at you, and you smile smugly at getting your way before you realized you now have nothing to wear.
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I couldn’t sleep, so yeah I did this all night :D both of my proofreaders were asleep so uh…I don’t know how to gauge how yall will receive this. I thought about making it into 2 parts but I mean meh…you guys can read it in 2 parts if you wanna
@niadavibe @miss-jayjayy @justbeingoceana @redtheraconteur @thehomierobbstark
“Who was that shape in the shadow, whose is the face in the mask?”
Phantom of the Opera Aesthetic
I would love to participate in this!
I hope you have a good day, whoever you are. 😊
Julien.
☆ F/O ask game collection!
{My favorite questions I've seen!}
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🎨 - Do you journal about your F/O?
🌈 - Is your F/O queer {canon or headcanon}? What labels do they use, if any?
💐 - What flower do you associate with your oc F/O? Why?
🍓 - What are you and your F/O’s trope{s}?
🦋 - How did you and your F/O meet?
💭 - How would the fandom react to your S/I?
🫧 - Did you ever keep your relationship secret from anyone?
💗 - What are your pet names for your f/o’s? what are their pet names for you?
💛 - What’s the silliest nickname(s) you have for each other?
💖 - What's your favorite nickname/petname for your F/O? How about your favorite nickname/petname that they call you?
🩵- Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?
🪁 - Do you and your F/O live together? If not do you want to or plan on it?
🐱 - Do you and your have any pets? {Together or separate}
💤 - Who sleeps in and who’s an early riser?
🎀 - Do they wear the other’s clothes? {Sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.}
💌 - Do you and your f/o’s send each other love letters?
💝 - What kind of gifts does/do your f/o’s give you?
🎊 - Who makes a big deal out of every little anniversary?
🐞 - Who insists they’re luckier to have found the other person?
💟 - What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?
🥰 - Can they sit side by you without touching you or are they handsy? {lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.}
❤️ - Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?
💘 - Who fell first and who fell harder?
☔️ - Who carries an umbrella everywhere & who splashes in puddles?
👾 - Who asks ridiculous questions?
💋 - Who kisses the other and leave as many lipstick marks as possible and who gets all heart-eyed and melty like a lovestruck cartoon character?
🪩 - Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?
🧸 - Would they build a pillow fort together just because?
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A throwback to HNY card of 2020-2021 that I did! It's probably not in the best state at the moment, but I'm still proud of those drop dead gorgeous embroideries and details I've had added to the wishing gown.
2021-2022 HNY card is on its way. I might make it PC wallpaper friendly or something ☺️
The Maestro, the angel, the man and the monster
![Charles And Erik Roleplay Each Other In Couples Therapy. [X]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbqwzugXdY1qba5clo1_250.gif)
![Charles And Erik Roleplay Each Other In Couples Therapy. [X]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbqwzugXdY1qba5clo2_250.gif)
![Charles And Erik Roleplay Each Other In Couples Therapy. [X]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbqwu3hvFt1qbpovv.gif)
On the outside, he looks like a monster with his tough outer shell, but one you break into that shell, he’s just a big baby. 🥺🖤
I don’t think we talk about this picture of Ramin Karimloo as the Phantom enough.
Look at his eyebrow. Look at his quivered lip. Look at the tears.
And I think this was during The Music of the Night, too. Erik was crying while singing about his music to Christine. He was actually crying while he sang to her.
All the fanfictions where he practically molests Christine make me so angry, because Erik is such a soft boy who’s feelings get hurt so easily and who cries while he sings to the girl he loves more than anything and who was so surprised to be kissed that his arms stuck out straight the whole time and who covered Christine with his cape when she fell asleep in his lair and who called her his Angel of Music and I just have a lot of feelings about Erik ok
Well, it’s finally Spring where I live. Thank God, but Holy Fuck it feels like Summer. Where I live, Spring and Easter Time is Flower Season.
I decided I wanted to make small gift sketches with my character Cosette making flower crowns and giving flowers to other fellow nutcrackers who inspired her or wanting to meet. She was very happy to meet them.
To the people who were involved with this.
(Going by Rows, Left to Right)
Row 1-
Maxi- @exittotheartscape
Michael- @rosiegradenlove
Abel and Sebastian- @freckleocalypse (I thank you the most for helping me get the courage to do this. Love You~)
Row 2-
Noel and Dibble- @youronlydrpepper
Arthur- @talesfromtoyland
Erik- @metallicartist
Row 3-
Hansel- @nicoleartist
Rasc’el- Everest Never Rest (I’m so sorry. I don’t know nor can’t find your tumblr page. If you even have one. Sorry! QwQ)
Yuri- @ahjones94
Rainer- @theevilemster
Row 4-
Hans- @kaleidraws
Hans- @shinyzango
Hans- @hntrgurl13
Cosette and Edgar- Me :3
I really had fun drawing these. And I hope you all like them. Have a nice Easter and a Wonderful Spring Season.
Day 3: Erik
@metallicartist, its your boi today I hope you like
Nutcracker Month 2020: Day 3- Erik
This goes out to @metallicartist
Thought it would be nice to draw these two together Hope you like
Hello Fish! Happy spooky October! May I request a gif set of all the Phantoms holding the veil after Christine left? If I remember correctly, there’s one where Erik touch the veil to his lips? Thank you!
There would be waaay too many gifs if I posted ALL of them, but here's a decent variety!
Row 1: Eiji Akutagawa, Juan Carlos Barona, Franc D'Ambrosio Row 2: Ethan Freeman, Peter Karrie, Uwe Kröger Row 3: Laird Mackintosh, Gary Mauer, Greg Mills Row 4: James Romick, Paul Schaefer, Anthony Warlow
RosErik for Valentine's Day! 🩷 Thank you to @/clowncarstars for the wonderful sketch c/mmission!!