Erik.

My name is Erik Destler, the Phantom of the Opera, and this is my Tumblr blog, where I have come in service of nonsense, sharing my productions, attempting to grow more comfortable with my own face, and being glad that I have become more well-known in the opera house and even allowed some ideas over production— my friends erroneously state I “own the place” and honestly? It has been my opera house for a while now, so this is the logical next step. The internet is a strange place, yet, I do like it here. It’s even helped me figure out more things about myself.

Erik Destler is not my real name— my birth name, as it turns out, was Erique de Lioncourt or Erique Delioncourt, but I was.. separated from my family, let’s put it that way, and eventually my memory grew distorted, even when it came to my own name! It was all the fault of my own face, I am sure; if I was a monster in killing to escape it is because man made me so. After that, Madame Giry took me back to the opera house where I grew up and my affairs are rather infamous. I must say I’m actually quite glad for that; people know not to disrespect me and stay out of my way when I want them to. For a period I had to lay low, but it should be obvious to you by now that I’m back. Did you think that I had left you all for good?

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱..

This will be a learning experience for me anyhow, and perhaps I can get new ideas for the things I write on here. The Internet is a crazy place (and so are my adventures; I’ve found out through this that there are many versions of me, including @erikaskblog). I am down to interact with anyone, but no NSFW please— also, I am bisexual. My other friends include Christine, naturally, @eddiekaspbrak-official and his Losers Club from an apparent “other world”, as well as my best friends, @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren—that’s Calliope, a siren with a sense of humor who keeps me on my toes, and a former would-be love of mine who I sometimes mentor, @maggiemelodies09. Maggie does have a boyfriend now— she bears such a strong resemblance to dear Christine and I will cheer for anyone who supports her kindness, so said boyfriend shall one day be my friend as well. @daydreamingofafairytale is my third best friend— oh, I am so lucky to have even dreamt of this! You’ll like Nour; everyone does. I give out music lessons to a few people now, attempting to make it less romantically exclusive, including Nour. However, we usually use those lessons to make each other laugh— friends bring light to my darkness and I finally feel like a man now, not a monster. Then there is my muse and a non-singing angel who I suppose might be called a “boyfriend”, @aurelio-the-propmaster. We do not see each other too often depending on how busy he is, but when we do, he shows me light and compassion beyond what I have known; I would tear a corner of the universe for him. Your angel loves you, little prop master. Also my other friend, @an-american-songbird-in-paris who knows Aurelio and who also composes. Him and I should one day collaborate. No, I will not list all my “frenemies” or enemies, but I have them too. They are not welcome in my opera house. If people do end up commenting on this, please do not go wild in the comments or bully each other. I’ve had enough of hearing people insult each other and call each other names for one lifetime, unless I have to do what I have to do. However, I have been made aware that some people are shockingly enough fans of me, even after seeing my face— I normally hate people seeing it, I attempt to shun it from my very being after all —and I will likely post pictures of myself on here in order to share the happenings of the opera house with the world. I would place the screen names of all said “phangirls” here, but hope instead they find this nonetheless. I appreciate you all caring for me. PLEASE come to my opera house, you all.

I am now over the fact that I cannot have Christine— the one of her versions that still talks to me, @angeliquedaae who is my dear friend and tutee— still, thanks to her undying kindness to me. Occasionally we (hilariously) reenact scenes from our shared past, and I find it a form of recreation. I endeavor to focus my attention on other loves (not just Aurelio but for my other friends here) instead but cannot help caring for her if only in a strictly platonic yet protective manner— I care too much about my friends (and my sister, @aureliedelioncourt — my sister and boyfriend both have similar names and that’s incredible —who I have found after a while, and who is beautiful and sweet and selfless.. I know, it’s almost hard to believe her and I are siblings. I also have another sister named @madeleinedelacroix-blog who was born as Madeleine Delioncourt and two half-sisters named Katherine and Amelie: katherinepierces-blog and @ameliedupont-blogs) so I have placed their usernames here so you can speak to them too. They are wonderful people.

I have attempted to at times. I believe “Music of the Night” could work as one, as I haven’t always been impressed with lullabies I have written.

-@ask-erikdestler

(the mirror scene btw)

“Erik….” She began. “I-it’s been a while. But, I had my first big performance; earned lots of money… and friends…” she chuckled. But, heard no reply.

“Erik, I’m sorry I havnt spoken to you-“ she stopped herself. A thud sounded behind her, and when she turned around, she saw him- THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA- Erik!

he looked saddened, and, maybe even quite angry.

“Apologies, if I am the cause of your gloomy presence…”

“I am always gloomy,” Erik heard himself say.

He was. Well, not always— but close to always. Was his life not so perfectly detestable in its own way? Was he not almost always in some type of mood?

He had missed her. For a moment as he always did he feared she wouldn’t come back. Now, he felt perhaps mean for this. Was she nervous? Was it him?

He stops by Anne-Roesia's crib, setting the box aside so he may gently stroke her disfigured cheek with his knuckle while she sleeps, swaddled and warmed by the many blankets in her crib and the candles that litter the lair.

"You need to grow a little bigger, *la mia bambina*.." he murmurs, earning a yawn from the baby as she wriggles like a pupating little moth. He smiles warmly, failing to notice a certain phantom sneaking up behind him. "I hope the world likes your pretty little eyes. I certainly do."

(-@aurelio-the-propmaster; Erik probably didn't mean to sneak up on Aurelio, but eh, old habits die hard lol)