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A roleplay blog for Erik Destler of Gaston Leroux's Phantom of the Opera.

Independent, semi-selective.

Heavily based on Susan Kay, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and personal headcanons/developments. Written by, Charlie.

A study in: spiders, fallen angels, nihilistic love, existential dread, and flesh.

#do not like this post #still under construction but at least it's here for now #will revamp later!!#(they/them: age 23)#phantom of the opera rp

destler

hey everyone

i know i haven’t been active in a very long time, but im going to share something that is really important

i don’t like to share much about certain aspects of my personal life, but right now my state is completely flooded and many of my family members and friends have lost their homes. right now, donations are being made but only through brazilian methods of donations. if other methods of donating become accessible, i would encourage people to donate if they have the means for it

destler

bbc article: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c0w03627kq4o

donations:

Doar faz bem e você faz a diferença! Conheça minha vaquinha

hey everyone

i know i haven’t been active in a very long time, but im going to share something that is really important

i don’t like to share much about certain aspects of my personal life, but right now my state is completely flooded and many of my family members and friends have lost their homes. right now, donations are being made but only through brazilian methods of donations. if other methods of donating become accessible, i would encourage people to donate if they have the means for it

opera-ghost

the managers' plotline: we need a safety pin to solve the mystery of how the opera ghost keeps stealing our money!

christine's plotline:

okay gonna be cringe for a moment and confess that the urge to make a joker account is so tempting rn because i've been watching that FUCKING TRAILER FOR 4 DAYS STRAIGHT

#god my DC heart #IT IS SO #SO BIG RN #god that trailer is so #amazing #it makes me wanna cry #the first time i watched it i was smiling all day #THEY PUT SOOO MUCH COCAINE IN THAT TRAILER #AND I SNORTED ALL OF IT

user @destler logging in once every full moon

#hi girlies

I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING WHERE ERIK FUCKING DIES

#DO NOT ASK #I WANNA CRY OKAY #I WANNA TRY WITH WRITING I WANNA DO TENSE AND DIFFICULT #I FEEL LIKE I HAVE NOT BEEN CHALLENGING MYSELF RECENTLY

@swede

"I don't know if I can forgive you."

The unfortunate way of not being taught love is that you must learn how to express love by yourself.

Erik's form of love was based on cruelty and revenge.

The attachment that the woman felt towards Raoul de Chagny was, in his mind, the truest form of betrayal. It was not the removal of his mask, the act that made the woman flee so quickly, that caused him such great amounts of pain. It was how just moments after she found herself with the sweet boy from her childhood, the one who wasn't cursed with his countenance.

"My devotion for you, Christine Daaé, is eternal! My love, as cursed and horrid as you may find it to be, does not fall ill into the simple conundrum of morality!"

The composer insists, his long, bony hands reaching out for her.

"Not even God himself could take me away from his most precious creation! I hold no limits because of you, my dear, I shall do everything for you. Do not forgive me, but instead embrace my acts of love!"

#swede #♖writing/the final threshold

charlie be active challenge

#OKAY SO LISTEN #when i had covid i literally got so much shit late #not only from work but also from uni #so we are #DOING OUR BEST AND WE ARE CONGRATULATING CHARLIE FOR THEIR EFFORTS #i am doing my best

@hiraethpariah

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm scared of losing you."

The Opera Populaire has long gone silent as each person settles into the realm of dreams. Yet he, ever the nocturnal creature, did not settle on these pleasantries, but on others. The warm presence of wine settles in his stomach, making him docile at the hands of the beast. They both reside in the space under the Opera, sharing the small sofa they had snuck into their space.

Night had been filled with drunk laughs and soft words, occasionally broken by a reassuring silence.

Now, with a wine glass in hand, Erik sits up at the words of his companion, ones that had never been directed to him.

They're simple, they're young and delicate, yet they carry such a great weight to them. Both fear and love are such complicated matters, two emotions which are deeply engraved in ones brain.

"We fear that when we finally have something good we will lose it," he says gently, placing their hand onto the creature's cheek, "The fear of happiness, the fear of love. If I am to leave you one day, for whatever reason, all I ask is for you not to cry for far too long. Yet for now, I am by your side and am content as such."

#hiraethparia #♖writing/the final threshold #think i'm getting back into the rhythm #also is this kind of sad #yes #so #sorry beasty #ily tho

medievalthymes

not now kitten daddy is terrorizing the paris opera house

computer!! how to deal with imposter syndrome without actually working through it? quickest route, no therapy

there is a form of universal pain about life. there's the knowledge that life is short, but at the same time, extremely long. it's easy to take advantage of it, and to ruin it at the same time. we are all predisposed to something, whether it be wealth, happiness, difficulty, or any form of abstinence.

erik was born with harsh limits, ones that would never be able to make him enjoy life as the "normal" person would be able to. there's no fight for it, it's superficial, it's not something that he can work through, it's built-in and it's inherited by something unknown. the absence of beauty and love, the knowledge that affection is just an extension of cruelty.

so with all of this pain and difficulty, there's guilt. the guilt that you hate the most precious thing someone can hold, the guilt that you even have life. that's what erik has, that's all he knows.

#i've been feeling #weird aksjhcaiuyef #if you can't tell #having a lot of thoughts rn