Yashiro: Your smile? It makes my day.
Shermie: Your happiness? It makes my whole world.
Yashiro: Your love? It’s my favorite thing.
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Yashiro: Your smile? It makes my day.
Shermie: Your happiness? It makes my whole world.
Yashiro: Your love? It’s my favorite thing.
Chris, third wheeling: Hotel? Trivago.
Do you still have your first ever fic? Do you think of reading it again and compare to see how much you improved in these 9 years?
I had my first fic on FF.net for years, but just recently deleted it. However, I do still have “Friends Forever” on my dA page. It was an anime fanfiction written from 7th grade to 9th grade. So....yeaaaah.
Erique Claudin loves food. Having to eat only bland foods in order to save more money to help Christine was a great sacrifice, but one he didn’t think twice about making.
Lavender
lavender: what is the most important thing to you as a writer?
That I genuinely like the story I’m writing, that it’s a story I would want to read and believe.Thanks!
002 & E/C
002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:
when or if I started shipping it.
Okay, see… I USED to ship it. When I was, like, twelve and I still thought that Erik wasn’t the bad guy.
my thoughts:
An addendum to the last bullet. I don’t really ship it anymore, though I suppose it’s nice to see the “what could have been” if he had been a more healthy choice for Christine. And, truly, I’m always a slut for redemption arcs. But, as it stands, Erik is a manipulative, guilt-tripping man who doesn’t know how healthy relationships are supposed to work (and he doesn’t exactly have a lot to go off of), so I can’t say I wholeheartedly “ship” the thing, understand?
(But Rea, you reblog so much art with them in it!)
I’ve always been fascinated in the dynamics of their relationship, I suppose. I really don’t think he’d be the best choice for Christine given the events in basically ANY canon (except with Cherik and I will fight people about it), but the interactions between them are unlike those between any two characters I’ve ever seen.
Okay, TL;DR… I can’t say I actually really ship the thing, but I’m so interested in their individual psyches that I’ll eat up the content anyway.
What makes me happy about them:
Seeing Erik smile for once in the art is really nice. It’s also really bittersweet, though...
What makes me sad about them:
Well, the fact that it could never really happen. Christine is with Raoul whether we like it or not, and with the way Erik acts, Christine could never truly be happy with him. Christine is traumatized, Erik is alone, and Raoul was almost sacrificed on the altar of a romance that could never be in the first place.
It’s kinda depressing on everyone’s part.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me:
MAKING. CHRISTINE. THE BAD GUY.
Like, the entire affair in ANY adaptation is the Phantom’s fault, and you know it. Don’t you dare turn it around on Christine and blame her for everything. I don’t care which one. She cannot be blamed for choosing Raoul in the novel and musical, or for asking to take off the Phantom’s mask in the miniseries, or what have you. (That’s actually my main gripe with LND; Christine apologizes for things she never even did. The victimization of Erik has even leaked into mainstream media like that. Imagine that.)
Secondly, glossing over Erik’s manipulative and unhealthy tendencies. No, he’s not going to be a sweet little darling all the time. There’s going to be yelling, there’s going to be accusations, there’s going to be plenty of rocky situations, especially early on. People that can’t accept that Erik has problems that would significantly impact romantic relationships just… ugh.
Things I look for in fanfic:
You know, I don’t really actively seek out fanfic for E/C. I do respect those who do write it, and I tip my hat to those who can portray the relationship without a rose-tinted lens.
My kinks:
…
Look, I’m not saying I support the ship, but Kay’s Erik has a hypnosis kink and you can ALL fight me about it.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
Uh, Christine with Raoul. I’m much more comfortable with that. Christine is safe and happy, Raoul is happy, Erik learns he’s not entitled to Christine. Everyone wins. The end.
My happily ever after for them:
But, true story?
Give me platonic E/C.
The guy needs a friend.
Congratulations for your thesis! So, you are taking prompts? I would like to see some fluff for Christine/Sorelli. I never read any of them and I am curious!
Aaaahhh thank you! Have a fluffy ficlet with a side of angst!
Christine/Sorelli is my new favourite ship. So pure, so sweet.
Sometimes it seems so hard to remember that there was ever a time before this, before her. It is not that they’ve been together very long (two years, officially) but there’s just been so much of it. So many sweet nights with their bodies pressed together, so many early mornings of blinking her eyes open to that soft, sleeping face. Candlelit dinners, and parlour-dancing, and illicit, secret interludes in the wings, on the roof.
Christine sighs, and brushes a curl of hair from Corinne’s forehead. Her lover snuffles, and nuzzles into her pillow, and Christine can’t keep away the smile that curls her lips. Tonight, there is the opening of a new production, the first time Faust has been performed Since, and though she knows she should be nervous, should be terrified of any number of things happening, but nothing can touch her on that stage, not with Corinne watching over her.
And there is no one left, now, to hurt her.
Sadness flickers in Christine’s heart, but there are no tears left to cry, and there have not been in so very long. She has buried all of her ghosts, and they cannot reach her here.
Corinne’s fingers tighten around Christine’s hip, as if she knows the terrible thoughts in her mind, and it is enough to draw her back, away from those dark nights to here, to the misty light filtering in through the blinds. It is if it happened to somebody else, all of that, her whole past, as if she only truly came to life the night Corinne leaned in and kissed her hesitantly on the lips. And on a morning like this, on a morning like this Christine would not have it any other way.
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i cant speak russian but i can write it pretty well
"you lovesick morons" should be my new ship name for r/c
It’s so accurate tho