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#POTO 1989
carpeossa · 2 months
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Can’t see red flags when you’re wearing rose colored glasses.
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piedalchemist · 2 months
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Yet in his eyes
All the sadness of the world
Those pleading eyes
That both threaten and adore
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Phantom Compass
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mistressofthelair · 8 months
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Your eyes see but my shadow
My heart is overflowing
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slashingdisneypasta · 6 months
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Erik Destler x HaplessOperaHouseManager!Reader || Excerpt
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Plot: You've known about Erik for years- you even know about his home. You don't do anything about him, because... well you wouldn't want to be cruel and put him on the streets. But good god does he not make your kindness easy.
Here you get a stress nosebleed because of him and he takes a moment from the murder and the dramatics to help you out.
Warnings: Nosebleed.
Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @miss_understood , and @thecourtofgraywaves .
You're just in the middle of yelling at him, chucking all your incident records down on top of his written music to demonstrate just how ridiculously thick the pile is because of his bi-regular murderous outbursts and calling the 'opera ghost' an absolute twat- when you feel a trickling under your nose, on your top lip.
You stop and touch your finger to it. When you bring your hand away and theirs blood, you groan. Aghhh! Of bloody course! Now you're getting nosebleeds!? Goddamni-
Erik emerges from where he was cooped up in a dark corner, hidden from you even in his little sewer home, and before you know it he's completely invaded your space; ignoring or perhaps not giving a damn about your personal comfort. Probably not giving a damn. "What- "
You feel his fingers search your pockets (completely indecent. You suppose you should have expected he would be that way though; coarse and brash. Living in the walls for years will do that to a man), and when he doesn't seem to find what he was looking for he sighs in frustration and then digs into his own coat pockets. Out comes a handkerchief and he twists and folds it quite gracefully (irritatingly gracefully) into a tissue, before forcefully holding your bloody fingers away from your body by the wrist and tipping your head back with his handkerchief-holding hand. "Hold still, Y/N... "
You do as you're told, but you also give him a frustrated, stern look. "Excuse me- " With an eyeroll, Erik carefully holds the fabric up to your nose: laser focused on the blood under nose even in the dim lighting from candles. "... What the hell are you doing?"
You should be more concerned about a man being this close to you- touching you so intimately with gentle but firm hands- but its Erik. So you're not too concerned, for whatever reason. Perhaps because he's not a man, he's an irritation, honestly.
You feel mildly comfortable with him like this. You could call it a work break- as if you got taken hostage by the opera ghost so whoops, you couldn't do any work for a nice block of time.
Yeah, he grabbed me and I couldn't move for 10 minutes. That paperwork got lost in the struggle, I'm afraid- Oh, no, I'm fine. Back to work I suppose!
"I think you might find this is helping... " He mutters, being in such close quarters with you that he doesn't have to speak at full volume, gently pressing the handkerchief against your nose.
"You caused this, you know??"
His eyes flash up from what he's doing, to yours, and you would be startled if you weren't so used to him. Him an his intensity all the time; sudden movements and deep eye contact. You've allowed him to stay in this opera house for years despite the trouble he causes you, because first of all you know he would never leave even if you tried to evict and him and second of all- where would he go, anyway?? You certainly wouldn't put a man out on the streets, even one like Erik.
He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "... I don't mean to hurt you, Y/N."
Rolling your eyes upwards, even as your expression softens the tiniest bit, you sigh. Yes, that's nice, but he knows very well his bullshit effects you so the sentiment is not particularly practical. And in your life, your work which is your life really, the practical is what really matters. "Well you do a good job of it."
"-I mean to hurt everyone else."
Sigh. Here we go. "Yes I know Erik."
"But I-..." Another deep breath. He's not looking you in the eye any longer, rather your nose and his handkerchief, but you're looking at him- and you see his jaw tighten; thinking hard and forcing himself to say things. Non-terrible things. "I regret it if this is truly my fault."
"... it is."
"Then I regret it."
"Do you?"
"Yes, I regret."
"Are you saying that you're sorry??... " You're mind is boggled at the thought of Erik apologising for his actions- but that is certainly how it sounds.
Immediately he tells you 'no, not at all'... before changing his mind a second later. "Perhaps, a small part, towards you. This. I don't intend to-... You've been reasonable, as far as people go. Quite-- reasonable. And I... I do not want my actions to have caused you harm."
You should let that be it. You should let him escape this without abandoning his strict sense of dignity- but you can't help yourself. "-so you're saying sorry??" You insist, tilting your head clockwise ever-so-slightly; curious like a cat.
A deep, frustrated sigh. "I don't believe I said that, but if that's how you wish to interpret my words... " He shrugs nonchalantly, trying to just focus on folding the handkerchief again and pressing a clean part to your nose again. "enjoy."
Rolling your eyes, you finally give a small smile. "Okay I will, Erik,.. "
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the-leech-lord · 5 months
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Someone else finish this
My brain stopped working
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feel-the-fire · 10 months
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Have some more. Please like or reblog if you use! 🖤
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phantomato13 · 7 months
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I really enjoyed writing a review for The Phantom of the Opera (1983), so I thought I'd write another review for another Phantom movie I watched today. Today I watched Phantom of the Mall: Eric's Revenge (1989), directed by Richard Friedman, Eric played by Derek Rydall. My rating is 2/5, and the movie sits at 11/13 on my Phantom list.
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The story was all over the place and really confusing, and honestly I don't even think I got the whole scope of what was going on. I did however really like Eric - in this one he has a gym in his lair and does martial arts lol (so cute). His origin story is that he and Melody (this story's Christine) used to be boyfriend and girlfriend but he supposedly died from their house burning on fire (which the reason was POORLY explained). The movie was also very sexual, like too many long sex scenes that had to be skipped over lmao.
Sadly, we get almost no time with him and lots of time spent on random characters with little to no resemblance to Phantom characters. They weren't even likable in the slightest. So really the only thing I enjoyed was the tiny amount of Eric we see. I would rather rewatch the 1962 adaptation over this, and that's saying something (but still better than 1943 and Love Never Dies 🤮).
Let me know what you guys think of this movie and if you've ever seen it!
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lupinedreaming · 2 months
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The 1989 version of Phantom of the Opera is interesting because it’s like, who is this for? Because it’s an ‘80s slasher horror version of POTO starring Robert Englund. The audience who likes all those things is small, so who is this for?
Me. It’s for me. I love all three of those things
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masqueradeball · 2 years
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I love you phantoms of the opera 👻 i love you Lon Chaney phantom ❤ i love you O.G Leroux Erik 💀 i love you Merik 🎵 i love you pretty boy Gerik 🥰 i love you Kerik 🎹 i love you sweet cinnamon roll Cherik 🦌 i love you sexy slasher daddy Destler 🔪 i love you soft yet sad! Claude Rains phantom 🥺 i love you spoopy birbman Winslow 🎶 i love you creepy mall hobo Eric 🛍
i hate you Argento rat phantom gtfo 🐀
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angelandmadman · 2 months
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Anyone else remember Headinjurytheater by Jared von Hindman?
He did some cool little doodles and reviews of bad movies.
And also a fun review of Phantom of the Opera movies! (1925, 1943, 1962, 1989, 2004, also Phantom of the Paradise, Rat Phantom and more!) Sadly the 1990 adaption is missing.
"This article was inspired by the discovery of a boxed set of the "unsung monsters" of the old Universal days, containing The Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Mummy, The Invisible Man, and, yes, The Phantom of the Opera.  None of these monsters have an incredible amount of films featuring them, so I rolled the dice and decided to give one of them the tribute they deserve, despite not being vampires or throwing children in a lake while singing "Putting on the Ritz."  The Phantom of the Opera won out, not because I was shocked to find so FEW films about him, but because the films that I did find are...bizarre and coming from all over the place."
The website doesn't exist anymore, but thanks to the internet archive we can still read it.
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carpeossa · 9 months
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Erik Destler’s Itinerary
11am-12pm: kill the critic who sullied Christine’s name and made her cry.
12pm-12:30pm: return to lair.
12:30pm - 6pm: sew on new skin harvested from Joseph Buquet.
6pm-6:30: dress for meeting Christine at her father’s grave (remember to bring violin).
6:30pm-7:45pm: steal 4 horses from the opera house and hitch them to the Cunningham Coach.
7:45pm-8:25: pickup Christine and take her back to the lair ✨enchanted grotto✨.
8:45pm - ?: talk of music and see what the night entails 😉.
Update
HOW THE HELL DID SHE KNOW THE LYRICS TO MY MUSIC?!
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bewarethewolfarmy · 8 months
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(Not to be horny on main (cuz I'm ace) but God is Erik Destler fucking sexy murdering people)
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new to phantom stuff, why are those two last names so popular?
They're the last names from the two most popular screen adaptation (other than the 1925 Lon Chaney silent film and the 2004 ALW adaptation with Gerard Butler)
"Erik Destler" is his name in the 1989 version with Robert Englund.
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It's a sort of slasher-y take on the story, set in England, not France and has a Faustian element: Erik Destler, a composer sells his soul to the devil to create the world's most beautiful music, but in return the devil disfigures him so that his music will be the only thing anyone could love about him. It's quite a gory version (rather than wear a mask he skins his victims and sews their flesh to his ruined face), but he's actually one of the most romantic and vulnerable interpretations I've seen.
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He's never outright called "Erik Carriere" in the 1990 two-part mini-series with Charles Dance (Which is based on the Yeston-Kopit book/play, rather than Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical), but we (***SPOILERS***) discover that Burt Lancaster's character, M. Carriere is his father in the second half.
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Carriere and Erik's mother had him out of wedlock, so technically Erik's last name legally would be his mother's (she's referred to only by the mononym "Belladova"), but ~shrugs~. The basic plot is the same old story, except there's no "Angel of Music" charade, the Changy boy is called "Phillipe" rather than Raoul, it's set in the Edwardian Era rather than the 1880's and Erik's mother loved him, rather than rejected him, but died early. Also he was raised by his father. This version of Erik is EXTREMELY popular. He's not my favourite, but he's definitely a phan-phavorite. He's quite a gentle take on the Erik character, which is part of his popularity. You can find this version on YouTube if it tickles your curiosity. The Robert Englund version is a bit harder to track down but I recommend watching both at least once.
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thephantomssidechick · 9 months
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My villian origin story is looking for POTO 1989 fanfiction and seeing there's a bunch of new ones only to realize it was just added randomly to the tags. Erik Destler is not baby boy Cherik, he is not the OG, not Berik and he's definitely NOT the Rat Fucker. Where's the chandelier when you need it.
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slashingdisneypasta · 1 month
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Erik Destler x Fem!StageActress!Reader || Would Include...
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Erik Destler always learning your on-stage romantic interests part totally and then 'dispatching' of the poor guy just before he's meant to go on so he then can always taking his place would include...
Warnings: Contemporary musical references, I don't care, shoot me. Also just basic Erik creepiness; murder and not-super-consensual kissing/touches (dub con at most).
Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball .
🥀 Erik falling for you almost the moment you entered the Palais Garnier for the first time. He has no chill, we know this. He's like a Disney Princess. One song and he's fallen hopelessly in love.
🥀 Erik always keeping an eye on the cast lists when they come out- checking who you are and if you have a romantic interest. If you do, that person is now his main target. He may not kill them immediately, he'll wait until the final show on the final night, but there is a big red bullseye on their back now.
🥀 Erik practising 'his' lines (The lines of your on-stage romance) in his sewer room, reciting them to a dummy wearing some... familiar clothing. What? No, he didn't sneak into your chambers in the middle of the night and steal them from you! No, no! Absolutely not!... though you are missing a dress exactly like the one the doll is wearing. *cough*
🥀 Erik treating that doll of you with the utmost care. Almost as much as he'd treat you, the real you, with (Or, how he'd like to treat you. Only the lord knows if Erik could actually be gentle if given the chance to hold you). Its really creepy. Imagine his fingertips only grazing the dolls cheek very gently, but his eyes drift downwards (even though, again, its JUST A DOLL- ITS JUST STUFFING, ERIK!- Y O U ' R E T H E O N E W H O S T U F F E D I T- ) with very desire-filled eyes. Imagine him on one knee before the doll, holding its hand in his, its dead-eyes staring off into space while he professes deep speeches about love that are supposed to be romantic but just come out wrong and infatuated off Erik's tongue. Imagine Erik's hand wandering in the middle of a particularly heated scene; completely lost to his imagination.
🥀 Erik n e v e r, ever stealing the part of a villain. Even if that villain gets much more heated, or charged scenes with you then your actual love interest (Duke Monroth, Professor Callahan, Judge Turpin, Scar, etc). He wants to be your hero. Your prince, your true love.
🥀 Erik watching your every show, in his special box 5, studying you with eyes so hot you swear you can feel them on your skin every night. Paying so close attention, so he knows exactly how to compliment you on stage; how to be your perfect stage partner. This is why your scenes in every last show at the Palais Garnier are so impossibly electrifying to the audience- and, to you.
🥀 Erik allowing your casted partner to appear in the first few scenes with you during that last performance on that last night, so you never really know when its going to stop being the one guy and start being Erik- you're on your toes. Waiting the whole performance for the hand you grab onto to be Erik's. (He's waiting for the perfect moment to step in. The moment when you're really, really in character; lost to your art.)
🥀 Erik being the Christian to your Satine during 'El Tango De Roxanne' (His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand), 'Crazy Rolling' (See how I leave with every piece of you. Don't underestimate the things I will do), and 'Your Song Reprise' (Look at me... Satine... Why else live, if not for love?) in Moulin Rouge.
🥀 Erik being the Fiyero to your Elphaba during that super fucking charged 'As Long As You're Mine' scene in Wicked. You know? With you both on your knees on the stage surrounded by dramatic mist and you cant keep your hands off eachother?? *cough cough* I mean, with you both on your knees on the stage surrounded by dramatic mist and Fiyero and Elphaba cant keep their hands off eachother??? XD (Kiss me too fiercely, Hold me too tight; I need help believing, You're with me tonight, My wildest dreamings, Could not foresee, Lying beside you, With you wanting me // Every moment, As long as you're mine, I'll wake up my body, And make up for lost time.)
🥀 Erik being the Prince to your Sleeping Beauty, Snow White during the True Love's Kiss Scene. Oh yes, he definitely goes there. Did you doubt it?
🥀 Erik AS THE BEAST IN 'EVERMORE' TO YOUR BELLE IN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!!!?
🥀 Erik never appearing at the end of the production to bow- he cant. You know that. So he makes his last moments on stage with you last, because honestly- who knows when the next time will be?? Its not like he can come call on you like a normal person... 🙄he's a dramatic freak. He holds your hand a few moments longer then necessary, or a little tighter. He kisses you one more time even though its not scripted.
🥀 Erik leaving you a bouquet of flowers in your dressing room after that last show on that last night. Signed simply, ceaselessly yours.
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🥀 You tell yourself every time that the show must go on. You tell yourself, that thats why you don't stop it; Don't do anything.
🥀 You are lying to yourself. You cant deny the electricity crackling all over your skin every time you see Erik on stage with you, every time Erik touches you under fake pretences. You've never felt quite the same on stage then when he's there with you; you feel like you're really the characters... and there is nothing on earth like that feeling. No one else can give you this. No one but him.
🥀 You expect it now and anxiously await the moment when your practise partner (Just Erik's understudy. Thats what you're thinking of them now; the men who are actually cast) dematerialises from the stage and its Erik.
🥀 You always leave the flowers from Erik at the grave of the man who died. Its sick, the game (?? habit?? r e l a t i o n s h i p??) you're in, but you cant stop. And you cant apologise, so you can only do this.
🥀 You working extra hard to get lead roles at the Palais Garnier. As soon as one show is over, you have a hunger to do it again. Get another part, get Erik back on that stage with you.
Its like an addiction.
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