Little Lotte

Christine Daaé rp blog Written by illusion (34f))

[mlle-christine-daae]

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing....

An independent, semi-selective Christine Daaé (The Phantom of the Opera) rp blog. Written by illusion (34) (she/her). 21+ only. Influences of Leroux, Kay, and ALW. Mobile rules and muse introduction

[leneemusing]

EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞

❝ just relax. i'll do all the work. ❞

[0paliite]

cosette didn't really know how the theatre worked, especially compared to christine. her father didn't take her to shows. she spent the majority of her life with her father or with people that treated her poorly. she always loved hearing about christine talking about the theatre and her performances.

she shook her head and laughed, moving her hair from her shoulder to behind her. "i like it. it's a chance to get out. you know how papa can get." he was protective. he loved christine and thought she was a good influence on his daughter. "and you probably have other things to do too. i don't know how you don't get nervous before a show starts." she figured that they practiced all the time.

she instantly smiled. "of course, anything." she didn't know what she could even do for her. she didn't have a lot of time or much of anything, really. but she instantly smiled and nodded as she packed a box. "of course! i can do that!" she did love having a job at a clothing store. "did you want me to keep an eye our for something particular? we've had a lot of really cute stuff come in!"

@mlle-christine-daae

[mlle-christine-daae]

Christine thought upon Cosette's father as she removed a few more packages of food from the cardboard box. Her dad had gotten along well with Monsieur Fauchelevent, but Gustave had found him a tad tightlipped when it came to his personal life.

"It's a weird feeling," Christine admitted as she tossed the now-empty shipping box into the corner among the remains of its cardboard brethren. "I am nervous—don't get me wrong—but I'm also really excited, too. This is going to be my big breakout role and..." She shrugged, unwilling to think too far ahead for fear of disappointment. "I don't know, this could be major."

Christine was drawn from her thoughts by her friend's enthusiasm at being set to the sartorial task. "I don't even know where to begin," she admitted ruefully. "It'll be black tie; that's all I know."

[aurora-rph]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[carlottadefender]

Grace Roberts in costume as Christine Daaé, from her Instagram

[mlle-christine-daae]

A few more weeks of work and then I’ll be free for the summer ☺️

[brittsmemes]

Send a ✘ for a kiss from my muse

[beyond-this-illusion]

Anton Zetterholm and Lisanne Veeneman

[livedtough]

He dis enjoy, in a way, this experience to see her without her knowledge. He had watched her before, yes, had watched her long before from behind the walls of the building, but to observe her in person! To see the way that she moved, to hear the way she spoke, to do all of it without the barrier of wall and mirror. To have a chance to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin--but even now he did not dare to so without a glove. She was too precious, too perfect, and he was no angel, but only a mortal. Worse! A damned, foul creature! But if he could only touch her... Perhaps then, he would be saved!

But first, first she must sing. She would sing for him, and it would bring this wretched beast the most delightful joy! He watched her from his box, yes, but to be here would be all the more wonderful. "A fine song," he said, though it would be nothing to when she would sing his Don Juan, but, of course, he was far too ahead of himself to think of that. For now, Gounod would have to do. But he had already known what she was to sing. He had worked with her on it, had offered endless encouragement, yet he had taught her strictly. He had no doubt that she would shine.

She asked after his position, and he barely resisted the urge to laugh. The office, indeed! Oh, it would be insulting had it been anyone else, had she known any better! As it was, his face contorted into a scowl beneath his death's head mask, a scoff replacing the repressed scoff. And he opened his mouth to answer her when he heard her name called. How his heart stopped, how his blood froze! For who else could call after her with such joy? Who could elicit such a response from her? How quickly Erik's delight turned to fury!

The boy approached, and he saw him closely. Bah! Oh, handsome, surely! A proper Adonis! How shallow! And how he looked at his Christine! Like a lost dog. Pathetic. She did not deserve this boy, hardly more than a child.

But as she turned to him, looking at him with her smile, there was nothing for Erik but to bend at the waist, lowering himself into a bow. "I look forward to your performance, Mademoiselle Daaé."

They stepped away, the young people, and hot jealousy burned hot within his chest. He could not stand to be dismissed, to be ignored, but he could not lash out. He would not. Not here. Not before she sang. But after...after! Yes! After she sang, it was time for her to meet the Angel!

[mlle-christine-daae]

Her performance had been an absolute triumph. The moments leading up to it had featured some of the worst stage fright of her life, however, as her nerves had threatened to overtake her. Never before had she been selected to sing at such a prestigious event all on her own. Christine was well aware of the profound difference this evening could make on her career, one that she and the Angel had been working toward for their many months together.

The performance itself had been something of a blur. Christine recalled untying her mask and handing it to Raoul, stepping onto the makeshift stage, and the first few notes of Juliet's waltz being played. After that, the next time she truly registered what was going on was when the last note had sounded and rapturous applause took its place.

Christine was grateful for Raoul's steadying presence the rest of the night as plenty of the partygoers clamored for her attention. She'd spoken to the old managers, the new managers, the chorusmaster, and some of the top sponsoring patrons. By the night's end, the only one Christine wished to speak to was the Angel. Right before she was set to leave the gala, she made an excuse to Raoul about leaving something in her dressing room, thus buying herself a few moments of privacy with the Angel of Music.

Despite the late hour, Christine felt wired; it would be impossible to fall asleep once she got back to her apartment. She hummed softly to herself as she entered her dressing room, fumbling for the light switch the dark as she did so.

"Angel?" she called softly, hoping that he was present. "Tonight was absolutely amazing! I can't believe it." She stepped further into the room with her hands clasped to her chest.

"It just...everything just felt right."

[wonderful-rp-resources]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Please specify the muse for multimuse blogs.

[mlle-christine-daae]

Trying to get myself back into gear. 😀

[roadtophantom]

Big day for Mirror fans

Grace Roberts and Samuel Wyn Morris

[mlle-christine-daae]

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing....

An independent, semi-selective Christine Daaé (The Phantom of the Opera) rp blog. Written by illusion (34) (she/her). 21+ only. Influences of Leroux, Kay, and ALW. Mobile rules and muse introduction

[livedtough]

He did wonder whether she would recognize his voice, and was somewhat disappointed whens he didn't. It was best that she didn't, of course, as he would reveal himself properly only as soon as he was ready, but he had accepted the idea that she might recognize him now, and he hadn't hated it. She would be glad, he imagined. She would rejoice, thrilled to finally be in the same room as her Angel.

But she wasn't thinking about her Angel. No, Erik did not know, of course, that she thought about her boy, about that irritating, insolent boy, but he would not have been pleased to know. She should be thinking about him! He was her Angel! Not that--boy! Every mention of him was more infuriating than the last. But no, he didn't know. He hadn't a clue that her thoughts strayed from him. Which was for the best, really. It would not do for him to get upset here, among the many people of the Garnier.

Now was not a night for violence. This would be a night to remember. One way or another.

He had her attention now, though, and that was what mattered. He knew he was being vague, knew that he wasn't truly answering her, but he did have to have his fun somewhere, and it wouldn't do for him to be too truthful. He couldn't have her do anything that would endanger him. He couldn't have anyone here do anything that would endanger him. Perhaps it was a good thing that she was too distracted to recognize him. Perhaps it was for the best.

He smiled beneath his mask, pleased for her, as genuine as it was due to his own influence, as he was pleased for himself. "Ah! A singer." Which may not have been all that remarkable, given where they were, but there was a fair amount of things a person could be here. "And performing. Well, it is wonderful to meet you, Christine Daaé." Her name was, as always, beautiful on his tongue. "I do look forwarwd to hearing you. What will you sing?"

[mlle-christine-daae]

In truth, Christine should have recognized the voice of the Angel. However, there were too many inward and outward stimuli —the quartet playing, her nerves for the upcoming performance, and her fear that Raoul would not make it in time to hear her sing—for her to truly focus on the stranger. Later that night, perhaps in the hazy moments before sleep overtook her, she would think back on this conversation and the peculiar familiarity that she couldn't explain.

"I'll be singing Je veux vivre," she shared, mentally noting that the man hadn't offered his name. "Gounod's works are some of my favorites." She had a preference for the composer's operas and was glad that the opera house tended to include at least one of his works in each season.

She'd worked through the aria with the Angel of Music for weeks in preparation for that evening's performance. It would only last a few minutes, but her time on the makeshift stage could transform her career at the opera house.

The man hadn't introduced himself by name, nor had he given context as to his role within the opera house. Christine could only suppose that he was among the 'higher ups' that ran the administrative side of the Opera, someone who would now answer to the brand-new managers.

"Do you work in the offices, monsieur?" she asked, unable to let the matter of his identity go. "I don't really see many of the people that work there, except for-"

"Christine!"

The brunette turned her head toward the sound of her name, the voice being close enough for her to hear over the mixture of music and the chatter of guests.

A smile lit up her face as she located the source of the male voice that called her.

"Raoul! You made it."

A handsome blonde man was making his way closer to the pair, weaving in and out of gathered patrons. Christine turned back to the stranger at her side with an apologetic smile.

"I have to go, but I hope you have a nice time tonight."

She gave Erik a smile in farewell before turning to make her way toward Raoul. When she reached him, he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned back as if to get a good look at her. This earned a laugh from her, followed by a good-natured shove of his arm. She looped said arm in hers before leading him from the staircase and toward the Grand Foyer, where she was to perform in a handful of minutes.

[leneemusing]

MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥

1)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and sender notices receiver’s scars they’ve never seen before. 

2)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and receiver notices sender’s scars they’ve never seen before. 

3)  our muses take a shower together to wash blood off each other. 

4)  our muses impulsively have sex after committing a high stakes crime together  (  murder, bank robbery, etc. feel free to specify  ). 

5)  our muses have passionate,  adrenaline high sex after a battle/mission. 

6)  our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited. 

7)  our muses were broken up and have sex after getting back together. 

8)  our muses are broken up but have ‘one last time’ sex. 

9)  our muses are in a fight and have angry sex. 

10)  one muse uses sex to comfort the other one and coax in some vulnerability. 

11)  one muse uses sex to distract and avoid vulnerability. 

12)  muses clinging desperately to each other during sex,  holding each other close like they’re afraid to let go. 

13)  one muse giving the other who is injured oral while they’re recovering. 

14)  one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex. 

15)  one muse utilizes orgasm denial to get information out of the other  (  whether teasingly or in earnest  ). 

16)  our muses are drunk/high and have some messy sex they don’t remember the next morning. 

17)  our muses aren’t romantically involved but wind up having sex out of convenience. 

18)  one muse accidentally stumbles on the other who is undressing, but they tell them to stay and seductively strip the rest in front of them. 

19)  one muse fingers the other while they’re having an important discussion. 

20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task  (  paperwork,  reading,  watching a movie etc.  ). 

21)  one or both muses have gone through breakups and have sex with each other to feel better or for revenge. 

22)  one muse has sex with the other in exchange for a favor. 

23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them. 

24)  our muses are on the run together and have sex while caught up in the thrill of it all. 

25)  our muses are enemies/rivals but a fight leads to sex. 

[wheel-of-fish]

no one has been normal about this today (x)

[mlle-christine-daae]

I’m going to try to catch up on drafts this week since I’m off!