They gave me a phone.

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.

𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢..

”So do I,” said Erik, suddenly, typical volume, as if he didn’t realize he was just coming out of nowhere. He was holding something in his hand, but covered that arm with his cloak; the other arm was holding a rose, for Aurelio, but also in case Anne-Roesia had wanted one. Occasionally she liked to lean forward a bit and smell at the roses, then look at Erik disapprovingly before promptly returning to sleep. Erik liked that. To be fair, he liked anything that the baby girl did. But he was allowed to be biased.

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A new reaction image for when something is absolute opera, courtesy of someone named Jojo on Pinterest.

Out and around to kill a turkey so I can take it back to the opera house for this one holiday I keep hearing so much about. If my face is uncovered everyone will be scared and I will not have to fight for one.

For a long time, Erik just sat there, staring at his hand as it bled. As if he was surprised that after all this time he was capable of bleeding.

He took off the gloves and pressed his free hand to the wound. He sighed out loud.

“Willow, I was perfecting a song from my latest opera.” His voice didn’t shake, but as he turned back she could see in his eyes that he was somewhat shocked. It did hurt, greatly in fact. His hand shook somewhat. “If I have annoyed you, tell me instead.” His voice was flat, almost threatened, or scarily detached. He couldn’t be mad at Willow. He was mainly.. surprised.

— Erik’s desk 🥀

No, the skull is not real. I procured it. It is a popcorn holder based on this new film I’ve heard about, Frankenstein. I quite liked the film and could relate to some of the characters. Perhaps I’ll make an operatic version of it.. if it’s okay with Mary Shelley. I believe she is or was the one who wrote the original book? I need to get my hands on that too..

”I’ve been good, I suppose. I’ve mostly been keeping to myself however. It’s Halloween,” Erik said, somewhat closed-off. “I once tried to venture out and people thought I was wearing some sort of costume. It didn’t feel as freeing as I’d imagined.”

..It depends on the color.

..Most people wouldn’t think so. But thank you nonetheless. I may not be able to see things the way you do but I’m glad that you do.