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Erik

@lecadavrevivant.bsky.social

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The Living Corpse, The Devil's Child; it was behind those bars that his loathing of humanity was fuelled. (Susan Kay, Phantom [Fake|RP|Parody|21+]

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Nov 23

“She wanted an Angel of Music . . . I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel.”

•RP
•Detailed
•10+ years experience
•21+
•OCs/Crossovers welcome
•#Phantom
•#MVRP

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 12h

He folded his arms, the black of his cloak rippling as he shook his head. “Mon Dieu… you and the machine are not so different. Both loud, both misunderstood, both prone to alarming everyone in the room.”

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 12h

Erik let out a sharp breath through his nose, pacing once around the fallen toaster before fixing Adam with an incredulous stare.

“You threw it,” he hissed, half in disbelief, half in reluctant amusement. “The contraption sings its little song, and your first instinct is violence?”
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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 13h

He folded his arms, glancing once more at the toaster’s faint glow. “Though if it is a bell, it tolls for bread rather than for God.”

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 13h

Erik turned his head toward the hunchback, eyes glinting from beneath the shadow of his mask.

“A bell, you say?” he murmured, voice low and edged with irony. “Then perhaps it’s your kin, Quasimodo. You might understand its language better than the rest of us.”

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 13h

He circled the device like a predator assessing its prey, every movement deliberate.

“I hear its growl,” he muttered, gloved fingers twitching but unwilling to touch. “Tell me, Yeshua… are you certain this contraption will not explode?”

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 13h

Erik stood a few paces behind him, cloak drawn close about his shoulders, eyes narrowed at the strange metal box. The faint hum set his nerves on edge.

“It swallowed your bread?” he repeated, his voice low and sharp with suspicion. “Mon Dieu… it hums as though it were alive.”
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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 1d

@sigynsetfree.bsky.social *Flops*

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 2d

//same.

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 5d

//Also neurospicy… hi!

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 23d

Very true.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 25d

Is this what you wanted to see?

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 25d

//He’s not a touchy guy 🤣

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 25d

“WH-AAAGH!! No! No touching!”

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 25d

*Shrieks. That is all.*

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Sep 18

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 31

Perhaps not tonight, though. He should, apparently, sleep.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 31

Indeed, he does. She is most welcome to visit any time she wishes. The samovar is perpetually bubbling.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 31

“Hmm? Oh.. Thank you.”

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 31

“If.”

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 27

Quite possibly. I have found it happens occasionally.

Erik | Parody @ange-de-la-musique.bsky.social · Aug 27

Are we talking to ourselves again, too?

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 27

Yes. Yes, it is.

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 27

Yes. Yes, it is.

Erik | Parody @ange-de-la-musique.bsky.social · Aug 27

Hello, Christine. My name is Erik.

Is that really so difficult?

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 26

He smiled softly, sighing as the sun’s gentle rays crept across his skin, seeming to caress and warm his corpse-like features. ‬
‪He felt safe there. As safe, and secure as he did below ground, now basking in the light. ‬

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 26

lofty vantage point, nestled into Apollo’s Lyre. ‬

‪ Once certain he was settled, he slowly, carefully, prised his precious porcelain away from his face, and set it into his lap.

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 26

All around, the city was bathed in the soft glow of dawn; the sun’s golden rays glittering on the city’s many windows. There seemed to be a few people milling around. A baker setting off to bake the day’s bread. The milkman and his cart. He watched them quietly from his

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · Aug 26

The soft, golden light of dawn began to filter down into the labyrinth as he slowly‪ ‬ascended.
Leaving his lantern at the door, the Opera Ghost emerged into‪ ‬the light; inhaling the warm, summer air‪ deep into his lungs. ‬
‪Heaven. ‬
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