#Spooky Phantober 2020

[timebird84]

Spooky Phantober 2020

Day 1: Creepers Gonna Creep

#PotO #Phantom of the Opera #Erik #Creepers Gonna Creep #opera ghost #Trapdoor Lover #angel of music #Spooky Phantober 2020 #Inktober 2020 #Timebird84 #creepy #horror #unsettling #spooky #Halloween #eyes

[erik-carierre]

Halloween Night is Upon Us!

Hope y’all enjoy this Scream x Phantom crossover phanart! See you next year in the sequel👻🔪

Check out last night’s post here

#phantom of the opera #poto 13 nights of halloween #phantober 2020 #spooky phantober 2020 #erik #poto #phantom #phanart

[catcorsair]

Erik crowded upon her, suddenly gripping at her skirts such that she stammered an anxious cry. "Your dear Erik was there with you and your lover on the roof, pretty Delilah. I heard it all––every simpering word, every heartless deception––do you detest me so much? Christine, Christine,” he moaned, his rancor collapsing into revolting anguish, “you were meant to love me! You were meant to be mine, mine alone––!"

Red Velvet 

Read on AO3 HERE

Amidst the madness of the Bal Masque, Christine makes plans to flee with the  Vicomte de Chagny, but not before a last goodbye to her Angel of Music. Faced with the terror of her loss, Erik makes one final attempt at winning her love. But is Christine prepared to choose between them?

18+ / NSFW. Very explicit sexual content, very mild dubcon. Kind of fluffy? For fans of Last Night in Paradise. A combo of eight smutty prompts from my ask box (see the full list in the author’s notes) and @timebird84‘s Spooky Phantober 2020, Day 31, “TRICK OR TREAT”

Happy Halloween from Cat! 🎃

Please Review ;)

[gif by @wheel-of-fish]

#Phantom of the Opera #PotO #phantomoftheopera #erik x christine #eristine #catcorsair writes poto smut #spooky phantober 2020 #spooky phantober #trick or treat #costumes equals halloween #right

[flora-gray]

Hi, I did a thing! 😊 (NSFW-ish??)

Thank you @timebird84 and your Spooky Phantober Challenge!

🥀 *sad trombone* Sorry, Erik, your fun bachelor days are behind you. Now go have sex with your wife, you poor man. 😔

#phantober 2020 #creepers gonna creep #voyeur4lyfe #flora gray #oneshot #poto fanfic #poto fic #phantom of the opera fanfiction #spooky phantober 2020

[pagesofangels]

Spooky Phantober 2020, Pompt #30: Unknown Sender

Christine huffed as she caught her beach bag from the overhead compartment. It was twice as heavy as it was on their first flight, and it nearly toppled the slender ballet dancer. After a few minutes of shuffling down the airplane’s narrow aisles, Christine and Raoul found themselves back inside the Paris International Airport – sun-kissed and exhausted from their two-week honeymoon in Barcelona.

The sixteen-hour flight had been an agonizingly long time to be without cellphone service, if only because Christine was anxious to call Meg and tell her all the exciting details about the trip abroad with her new husband. Understandably, Christine reactivated her phone the second she was off that stuffy plane. It took a while for sixteen hours’ worth of messages and notifications to catch up with her screen, so Christine and Raoul went about their business of navigating the huge airport while the phone buzzed constantly in her pocket.

It was about half an hour later, while waiting on the sidewalk for their chauffeur, that Christine thought to check the messages she’d missed. Out of the dozens of missed calls, texts, and pointless app notifications, it was the newest message that caught her eye first. It was from an unknown number, so the body of the text message was hidden until it received her tap of approval.

Christine’s thumb moved.

Raoul took up their luggage as the driver pulled up in Phillipe’s silver Mercedes. Christine didn’t move, nor look up from her phone. Her husband thought she was just catching up with Facebook or Twitter or the like; but he was mistaken.

What Christine was staring at was a text from a number she didn’t know, and a message she never expected to receive: “Erik is dead.”

“Who is this?” she typed and hit ‘send’.

[Message Not Delivered]

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For @timebird84‘s Phantober 2020 Challenge. I know this isn’t all that great, but it feels nice to put something coherent together after so long. Also, I really wanted to get at least one prompt completed before work tomorrow.

So, here’s a short take on a modern imagining of Leroux’s “Erik is dead” ending.

#Spooky Phantober 2020 #I usually don't like writing in modern settings unless I'm REALLY feeling it #Can 'ya tell??

[msdowartyheps]

My (hopefully first) contribution to @timebird84 ‘s Spooky Phantober 2020!

Day 8: Unsettling

Please make sure you drop a review ❤️

#it just occurred to me that the Phantober was probably more directed to artists #but who cares #I certainly don’t #Spooky Phantober 2020 #Spooky Phantober #Timebird84 #poto #phantom of the opera #phantom #phanfic #phanfiction #phandom writers #fanfic #fanfiction #my phics #my phanfic #mannequin mischief

[pianomanblaine]

Unmasked

What in heaven’s name had possessed her to take off his mask? Honestly, she had always believed that he wore the mask to hide his identity from her. Never had the thought crossed her mind that maybe he wore it to hide something else entirely. 

Written for @timebird84's Spooky Phantober 2020 Day 21 prompt: Fear

AO3 FFN

Her father had always told her that her curiosity would get her into trouble one day. As it turned out, he was right. What in heaven’s name had possessed her to take off his mask? Honestly, she had always believed that he wore the mask to hide his identity from her. Never had the thought crossed her mind that maybe he wore it to hide something else entirely.

Her first reaction when she had revealed his face was to scream. Not because she was scared of what she saw – although admittedly, it really wasn’t a pleasant sight, it might even be called grotesque – but because it was so unexpected. He had called himself her Angel of Music, and she had imagined he had a face that befit that title, so when she realized that was far from the truth, she had been shocked, certainly, but not afraid.

What did frighten her more than anything was his reaction. The moment his mask was removed he was on his feet, screaming at her like a madman. In all the time she had known him, he had never been this violent towards her. True, he had been a stern teacher and never hesitated to chide her if she wasn’t performing the way he expected her to, but he had always treated her with respect, never speaking harshly. How could that Angel be the same person as the one who was now chasing her around the room, calling her names and threatening her?

She had never known fear like this before. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her blood pulsing rapidly in her veins as she tried to escape from him, but it was no use. There was nowhere to go, and with his tall, lithe frame he was faster than she was, stumbling over her dressing gown in her hurry to get away.

She tried to make her way to the boat – although she had no idea what she would even do when she got there – but as she ran past him, he grabbed her by the arm with one hand.

‘Is this what you wanted to see?’ he roared at her, pulling away his other hand, which had until then been covering the distorted side of his face. Before she even had the time to respond, he threw her face first to the ground. For a while she just stayed there, motionless, her eyes closed, too scared to move a muscle.

The seconds ticked by and nothing happened. The only sounds she could hear were the blood rushing in her ears, the Angel’s heavy breathing somewhere behind her and the steady dripping of water in the underground lake. Eventually, she found the courage to cast a glance at the man behind her. If he was going to hit her, she would at least see it coming.

She expected him to be standing, towering over her, but instead he had fallen to his knees. When he noticed her watching him, he started slowly crawling towards her, dragging himself forward with one hand, the other back on his face, covering the mangled flesh there. He was talking now, but she couldn’t focus on what he was saying, fear still ringing in her ears. She only picked up a couple of phrases – ‘loathsome gargoyle’, ‘burns in hell’, ‘monster’ – his voice a dangerous growl booming through the room. She instinctively moved away from him, begging him with her eyes not to come any closer, and when he saw this, he froze, as if he was only now realizing that he was frightening her.

The rage that had previously been burning in his golden eyes suddenly disappeared, making room for a look of utter despair. He made a sound that almost sounded like a whimper, whispering her name like a plea before looking away from her.

It was then that she finally understood. She had betrayed him. This was the man who had breathed new life into her voice, who had finally made her feel alive again after her dear papa’s passing, and she had repaid him by forcefully revealing the one thing he so desperately wanted to keep secret. She knew now that he was not an Angel, nor a Phantom, but a man of flesh and blood, who hid away from the world because he had no doubt encountered reactions like hers countless times before.

She sat up on her knees and reached for the mask, which had landed on the ground along with her when he had thrown her down. The least she could do was hand it back to him, and she truly intended to do just that, but instead she gave in to the impulse to touch his shoulder. Although her touch was gentle, he flinched and jerked back immediately, and she couldn’t help but wonder when this man had last been treated with any kindness.

‘Angel, please –‘

‘Don’t call me that,’ he growled. ‘Use my name if you must. It’s Erik.’

Erik. It seemed like such an ordinary name for such a unique man, but she kept the thought to herself.

‘Very well, Erik,’ she replied in barely more than a whisper, as if afraid that she would anger him again if she spoke any louder. She thought she saw a shiver run through him as she spoke his name, but it must have been her imagination.

‘Erik, I am so sorry.’

He finally looked at her then, although she could only see one eye as he was still covering the deformed side of his face with his hand.

‘As well you should be. You should not have removed the mask. I’m sure you’ll have nightmares about this horrible sight for months to come.’ Some of the anger had returned to his one visible eye, although she couldn’t make out if it was still directed at her, or at himself.

‘That’s not what I meant, although I’m terribly sorry for that too.’

His eyebrow rose in confusion.

‘I’m sorry for the way I reacted,’ she continued. ‘I should not have screamed like that. What I saw was not what I was expecting, but I could have handled my surprise better and I apologize.’

‘I don’t blame you. After all, who wouldn’t run away screaming from such a repulsive carcass as myself?’ he snarled, pulling his hand away to once again expose his deformity. It was clear that he was purposefully trying to scare her now. However, this time she was prepared for what she saw and it didn’t frighten her.

When she didn’t run and didn’t look away, trying to keep a neutral expression, the jeering look on his face gave way to one of bewilderment.

‘Oh Christine’, he whispered, and the sparkle of hope that shimmered through in his voice was devastating, as if he couldn’t believe anyone could ever look at him without fear. She did hand him the mask back then, hoping he would in time understand that he didn’t need to hide from her anymore.

As soon as the mask was on again, he seemed to transform into another person. His commanding presence and graceful movement returned, and as he stood up, he was once again the Angel of Music who had lured her through her dressing room mirror with his intoxicating voice.

‘Come, we must return,’ he said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet, although his grip was not as hard and unforgiving as it had been before, ‘those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.’

#phantom of the opera #potofanfic #phanfic #phanfiction #timebird84 #spooky phantober 2020 #eline writes #my fic #e/c

[liturati]

@timebird84 Spooky Phantober prompt Oct 15: Labyrinth!

I thought this line from Labyrinths Worm went well with the Phantom of the Opera theme!

#phantober #spooky #labyrinth #inktober #2020 #bad art #art

[from-aldebaran]

On All Hallow’s Eve, Erik is up to his ears in ghosts and realizes he is not paid nearly enough to deal with this sh….situation.

A triple repost! First, for the fic anniversary of this story, written on Halloween last year (2020), posted on Halloween last year and set on Halloween within the story. Originally written for the prompt “Midnight” from @timebird84‘s Spooky Phantober 2020 prompt table, Day 29.

Second, this story also contains references to the Paris Commune and was reposted for the POTO Paris Commune Week event, May 21 - 28, 2021, conceived of and hosted by @paperandsong --which I hope will be the first of many more to come!

Third, this is reposted on Halloween this year to wish you all at least as fine of a time and perhaps better on this Halloween day and night as Erik has in the story, at the ghostly party he reluctantly hosts, and after.

#the phantoms of the opera #fic anniversary #poto paris commune 1871 #halloween 2021 #happy halloween everyone #even the second trombone

[timebird84]

Spooky Phantober 2020

Please note: Even though “Phantober” is a hint to the “Phantom of the Opera” phandom, you are most welcome to use this list no matter if you are in it or not! All fandoms and OCs are welcome, just like all kinds of visual arts and writing!

If you use my prompt list and tag me in your results (I’d really appreciate, if you’d tag me, because I’m always curious what comes out of my Inktober lists), I will reblog them on my mainblog @timebird84 to support you as an artist.

Please reblog and share!!! Thank you :) !

#PotO #Phantom of the Opera #Inktober #Inktober 2020 #Spooky Phantober 2020 #Phantober 2020 #Phantober #Timebird84 #prompt list #prompts #drawing prompts #art prompts #writing prompts

[erik-carierre]

Happy Halloween 2020!

A Shining x Phantom crossover for Halloween eve 🎃 plus another coming tomorrow! All work and no play makes Erik a dull boy 😈

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik #phantober 2020 #spooky phantober 2020

[phantom-forest]

Spooky Phantober 2020 Day 12: The Other Side

...So I know it meant the other side in like a supernatural way but...I couldn’t think of anything for that so the other side of a mirror will have to suffice

Also I don’t draw a lot of hats so Erik’s head looks a little off

Prompt List by @timebird84

#Phantom of the Opera #PotO #the phantom #erik poto #christine daae

[flora-gray]

TimeBird84’s Spooky Phantober 2020

Day 20 — Bermuda Triangle

@timebird84 So is this what you had in mind or... 😒😬😅

I am...sorry about this, but could not resist. NSFW-ish

#spooky phantober 2020 #I know exactly why I’m like this actually #poto fic #TimeBird84 #poto fanfiction #potofic

[timebird84]

Spooky Phantober 2020

Day 8: Unsettling

#horror #unsettling #creepy #Spooky Phantober 2020 #Inktober 2020 #blood #gore #tw arachnophobia #tw insectophobia #tw spiders #abandoned #haunted #lost place #spider #Timebird84 #daz 3d studio #3d art #digital art

[timebird84]

Spooky Phantober 2020

Day 11: Woods

#Spooky Phantober 2020 #Inktober 2020 #horror #creature #woods #lurking #creepy #unsettling #monster #Timebird84 #daz 3d studio #3d art #digital art #eerie #spooky

[timebird84]

Within, a story for Spooky Phantober's Day One Prompt, Creepers Gonna Creep

Thanks so much Timebird for the lovely set of prompts!   I am a phan without a tumblr (for now).

If you find this submission worthy, I’d be pleased if you posted it on your blog.  It is also available on FFN under my username there, Aldebaran8423 and on AO3 under the user name Aldebaran.

Timebird84’s Spooky Phantober 2020

Day 1—“Creepers Gonna Creep”

Within

She was all the beauty in this world.

Erik had waited for this night for so long, watching her from hidden places, working from secret spaces, watching and waiting for this moment, this night of her debut, when the world would come to know her, his greatest creation, when they would come at last to appreciate her as he did.

Oh certainly, he knew she existed because of others, had been raised up by other hands, but he was responsible for this, her finished form.

He had added layers and depth and sublime mystery that brought her more radiantly and splendidly to life than anyone else could ever have envisioned.

Tonight, she had been unveiled, seen by the public for the very first time in her fully realized glory, resplendent in the chandelier’s glow.

This night of her triumph was the high point of his life, as he heard and watched strangers come new to her marvelous delights, most especially as in comparison it revealed how well he knew her, how well they truly fit together.

He knew her intimately in a way that no one else ever could or ever would.

Every detail, every inch, every slope and swell and glide of her fine marble skin.

As he watched people exclaim in awe at all the glorious treasures and talents she shared with the world, he felt a giddy and gleeful elation from his place within the sheltering walls.

Though she had earned their adulation and in some sense belonged to them now, he knew in his soul that she was his.

No one knew her like he did.

Not the manager.

Not the patron, not even the man whose name was becoming more and more associated with hers as time went on.

Not the world seeking to embrace her.

She belonged to him in a way that she would never belong to anyone else.

He could hardly wait for them all to leave so he could be alone with her at last and bask in their shared triumph.

Tonight, in the darkness, when he moved within her, when he explored every hidden part of her, it would be doubly delicious because he would know he was the only man to have ever seen her this way, the only man to have ever been with her this way.

The only man to whom she had revealed all her hidden mysteries.

The only man who dwelled within her dark secret heart.

Despite the world now sharing in her glory, now and always, she belonged completely only to him.

He had created her, made her who she was in a way that no one else had, in a way that had forever changed her, in a way that could never be taken from him.

She was all the beauty in his world. 

Though the signs and banners proclaimed to the public the formal inauguration of the Palais Garnier, though others had finally come to know her majesty at the lavish gala, he knew she was his, now and forever.

His palais

His theater.

His opera house.

Aldebaran

October 2, 2020

#this submission hit me completely unexpected #thank you for sending it my way #´you totally got me there tho #aldebran #Spooky Phantober 2020 #Inktober 2020 #Creepers Gonna Creep #phanfiction #Erik #PotO #Phantom of the Opera #submission