twistedcveryway an independent, selective rp blog for Christine Daaé from The Phantom of the Opera. Low activity. Written by Cherri
est. Oct 2014 , revamped Mar 2023
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twistedcveryway an independent, selective rp blog for Christine Daaé from The Phantom of the Opera. Low activity. Written by Cherri
est. Oct 2014 , revamped Mar 2023
Rules - About - Verses
{ officially moved over to @storyandscng feel free to follow me there }
{ does anyone know if there are any browser extensions to restore dash icons? I've had the multi for less than 12 hours and tumblr's forced it into that new change and I haaaaaaaaaaaate it }
{ Multi is still very much under construction, but I have enough of it "presentable" enough to drop the url. I'm not sold on the theme, part of me wants something "fancier" like I see a lot of people have, but idk. It's a good one for accessibility, I think, which a lot of the fancy ones aren't.
Anyway. Still a work in progress, and no idea when I'll have the time and energy to make a promo but if anyone wants to find me, I'll be over at @storyandscng }
{ Multi is still very much under construction, but I have enough of it "presentable" enough to drop the url. I'm not sold on the theme, part of me wants something "fancier" like I see a lot of people have, but idk. It's a good one for accessibility, I think, which a lot of the fancy ones aren't.
Anyway. Still a work in progress, and no idea when I'll have the time and energy to make a promo but if anyone wants to find me, I'll be over at @storyandscng }
{ Alright, gonna try consolidating everyone onto a multi. I think having all the muses in one place will help, especially since RP is not and cannot be a high priority with everything else I have going on. Making it a low priority and trying to maintain multiple blogs is spreading myself far too thin. Let's see if a multi fixes that }
{ So, like I already said, a bitch straight up forgot she had RP blogs. It's me, I'm bitch.
I'm trying to decide how to move forward from here. I do enjoy writing! But I feel bad---I was already low activity to begin with, then was on semi-hiatus because I was busy, and then I fully forgot my blogs existed for like. A month? Two months? Something like that. I feel bad asking people to write with me when my activity is.....wonky, to say the least.
If I do decide to keep writing, I'm seriously considering moving all my muses to the multi I was already working on, just for simplicity's sake. As much as I love giving muses their own blogs, it would just be so much easier to have them all in one place, especially if RP isn't as much of a priority as it used to be for me back when I first started doing it however many years ago.
Idk. I'm a little torn, and would love to hear others' thoughts }
{ So, like I already said, a bitch straight up forgot she had RP blogs. It's me, I'm bitch.
I'm trying to decide how to move forward from here. I do enjoy writing! But I feel bad---I was already low activity to begin with, then was on semi-hiatus because I was busy, and then I fully forgot my blogs existed for like. A month? Two months? Something like that. I feel bad asking people to write with me when my activity is.....wonky, to say the least.
If I do decide to keep writing, I'm seriously considering moving all my muses to the multi I was already working on, just for simplicity's sake. As much as I love giving muses their own blogs, it would just be so much easier to have them all in one place, especially if RP isn't as much of a priority as it used to be for me back when I first started doing it however many years ago.
Idk. I'm a little torn, and would love to hear others' thoughts }
{ I'm gonna be real with y'all
I forgot I had rp blogs }
God rest my soul,
I miss who I used to be
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵. reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags. just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.
@conscixnceclean - continued from [X]
"Well enough I suppose, yes."
Meg's smile is as infectious as Christine remembers it, and soon her own lips are curling into the kind of grin that felt more at home on the face of someone younger---a girl who had not yet known a world of mirrors and phantoms and heartbreak.
Christine's hands give Meg's a squeeze, determined not to let herself be overcome by such thoughts. Not now, when she has been reunited with her most cherished friend! No, she will allow nothing to ruin this moment.
"After---" her words catch, not wanting to speak aloud the events that surely they both remembered all too well. "---after we lost touch, I thought I would never see you again. And I certainly did not expect to see you here. It's been a wonderful surprise."
"Have you been performing here long?"
@viictorvandort - continued from [X]
Victor spoke to her with such kindness, Christine could nearly weep. How little of that she had known as of late! She was not mistreated at the opera, but her sudden rise to prominence came with bitter whispers and rumours swirling about some of the company, not that she had had many friends there to begin with. And, of course, there was the subject of the promise she had mentioned...
Her hands, previously folded, had begun to wring anxiously as she pondered how to go on. She twisted that damned ring on her finger, wishing for nothing more than to pull it off and throw it as far from herself as she could. This was, of course, a fantasy she could never indulge, for as much as her vow had trapped her, removing the ring would be catastrophic.
"Have you ever made a promise," she spoke slowly, choosing each word carefully, terrified of revealing too much information and putting this kind soul in harm's way. "that you did not wish to keep, but that you felt you must keep, for the sake of another?"
Regret constricts his heart the moment he sees the tears begin to shine in her lovely eyes, but he is too far gone to retract his words. Anger and pain continue to pound with every beat of his heart and his hands hover uselessly, strangling themselves in midair as he desperately seeks restraint. She cannot possibly know the abyss she is edging him toward -- the depth of his feelings are driving him mad.
Erik is utterly undone, however, by her next words. All the fierce and terrible anger leaves him in one stuttered breath as he staggers back one step, then another, his hands falling listless at his side. Stolen. That word rings in his head like the harsh tolling of a funeral bell. Yes . . . he has stolen her freedom from her, like a common criminal, a jealous and petty thief.
She truly does fear him, perhaps even hates him. That realization is like a knife buried deep in his chest. He feels it twist with the knowledge that she has every right to. Yet the pain quickly hardens to bitterness ; an art he has spent his life perfecting.
“ You are FREE to leave whenever you like, ” he whispers, his venomous tone belied by the unshed tears shining in his eyes. “ But do not be surprised by the consequences that follow. ”
"Erik..."
His name leaves her lips in a half-choked whisper, all of her frustration and fear and sorrow coming together, tightening her throat. It seems she has not yet gotten through to him, and she wonders if doing so is even possible, or if she has found herself fighting a battle she never stood a chance of winning.
"Surely you understand that that is not freedom, not really," Christine meets his eyes, mirroring her own with how they glisten from tears he does not allow to fall, and all at once her heart is breaking for him just as much as for her own plight. Whatever pleas were going to follow die on her tongue, and instead an uncomfortable silence falls over the room.
"It doesn't have to be this way," Christine says softly, once the quiet is too much to bear. "You can say such frightening things, but I know you are not wicked at heart. You could choose to be kind, Erik, I know you could."
{ worked on a few drafts and then forgot to actually QUEUE THEM so they've just. been sitting in my drafts. for weeks. Should I still queue them, or should I just post them in one go, since it's been so long and I've kept y'all waiting?
I know I said I'd be active again after May but I didn't expect to get suckerpunched by depression. Pulling out of it, and I have another month until rehearsals start, so hopefully I can resume being here more consistently. }
{ back from my trip, but exhausted. slowly easing back into normal life, hopefully will get to drafts sometime soon }
{ popping in once more to thank everyone for their patience. my big con is this weekend, so once it's over, I'll finally be able to write again. I miss being here, I've just been so busy it's making my head spin }