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Misbehaving cats get turned into Purritos
Unholy Hissing. Yea, he got caught stealing the Catnip. Christine rolled him up.
Misbehaving cats get turned into Purritos
Unholy Hissing. Yea, he got caught stealing the Catnip. Christine rolled him up.
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
What Is Wrong With Me?
Pairing: Erik Destler x Reader
Summary: Reader is feeling sad while Erik is out. Erik comes back and comforts reader. Mental breakdown and feelings ensue. This is my first fic so please be nice to me<3
Warnings: Fluff, First Kiss, Sad Reader, literally nothing to worry about
AO3
Hopelessness. Pure hopelessness. That's what you were feeling. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Erik had stepped out to do only God knows what and so here you lie on his couch, one of the only pieces of furniture in Erik's underground home. Feeling as if you've fallen into a deep, dark hole filled with nothing but your loneliness and self-pity.
"Angel?"
Your head whips around to face Erik only to turn it in the opposite direction just as quickly as to hide the dried tears on your face which you're sure are far too visible for him not to have seen already.
Erik didn't think much of you lying on his couch as he entered, which you had persuaded him to get because apparently he needed more then the bed he had provided for you since his coffin didn't count. Then he saw your face, the expression which stood somewhere between blank and sorrowful and the dried tears that laid on your cheeks. The scene before him broke his heart. He approached you as you tried to hide your face into your left shoulder and kneeled beside you.
"Angel, mon amour, what's wrong? Please tell me, I beg you!"
The desperate need in his voice to know what was wrong with you broke your heart. What on Earth could you say to him to explain this feeling. There was no explanation to this feeling, it was just simply there. The combination of all your overwhelming thoughts and crushing need to be vulnerable finally made your resolve snap.
It was like the rest of your tears that you had refused to shed were being held back by a dam and it finally broke. There was no way that you could stop the tears that were streaming down your face or the sobs that you were releasing that broke Erik's heart even more. Unable to give it another thought you launched yourself into beloveds arms. Your breakdown got even worse as you were filled with Erik's comfort and warmth as he tightened his arms around you.
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
Your words were choked out in between your sobs. You had never felt more helpless but Erik's hold on you made you feel loved and somewhat grounded. You had no idea what he was going to say if was even going to say anything at all. Though you were content to stay in his embrace for as long as possible.
Your tears died down and all that could be heard was your sniffles. You didn't want to let go of Erik and lose the warming comfort of his embrace but you knew you couldn't hold onto him forever. You reluctantly loosened your arms from around his neck but his grip around your waist didn't relent.
"Chéri,"
Your sentence was put short when Erik used a kiss to silence you. In all the times that you had imagined what your first kiss with Erik would be like you had never thought that it would happen right after you broke down in tears in his arms. Though, who were you to complain? You had waited for so long, not wanting to push Erik who had far too little affection given to him throughout the years until you came along. Erik pulled away though he wouldn't dare move farther away then a few inches so he rested his forehead against yours. The coldness of his mask sent a slight chill through you. He gazed into your eyes with love and longing and sympathy and you gazed back with the same sentiment. His voice filled the comfortable silence almost startling you.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, mon trésor."
The sentence almost made you burst into tears again although these tears would've been out of joy and love. You tightened your grip around his neck once again bringing you even closer. He removed a hand from around your waist and used it to wipe away some tears that still remained. A small smile found its way onto both of your faces and you had never felt more loved or more lucky to have Erik.
"Erik, mon coeur?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Making me feel loved."
"You are loved, mon ange."
"As are you, you are ma raison d'être."
"And you are ma raison de vivre."
You couldn't say how much longer you stayed in each others embrace. The only thing you know for sure is there were many more kisses and sweet nothings whispered in each others ears. Your kisses carried out into the night and you fell asleep in each others arms.
Long after sleep overcame the both of you, Erik's mask lie fallen onto the floor but that was a problem for the two of you to face in the morning.
translations:
mon amour: my love chéri: darling mon trésor: my treasure mon coeur: my heart mon ange: my angel ma raison d'être: my reason for being ma raison de vivre: my reason for living
Young Erik / Phantom
Love eyes
they're in love your honor
c: I bet he's thinking about murder
e: no matter how much I clean my clothes, the cat hair on it remains
I feel like we can all relate to what AI Erik is saying
I just wanna de-age erik into a child again and raise him, but this time, he gets a good life. I'll buy him an electric keyboard and will do arts and crafts with him
When Christine tells you you smell like death
🧼 angry sewer man
it's my birthday today, but I have a law exam. 😔 throwback to one of the drawings I made as a smol child. I started out drawing superheroes with markers. now I draw an angry sewer man with his kidnapped wife. we've come a long way.
Drawing when I was 7 years old.
2023.
I absolutely disappeared, but I'm back to present to you : Erik in his robes
Christine is having the worst day
erik: you love me, right, nadir?
nadir: normally, i’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
feral erik and tired nadir, feel free to use them as emojis!
Possibly the last thing you'll see before you're ⚰️
My interpretation of Erik! It's been a long time since i've drawn in an anime style. I forgot how fun it is, because you can just go wild with "evil" expressions 😈.
Sketches of the main trio. Will color them soon!
The main trio, in color!