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(•}_•) //Bonjour! Here, on this blog, you will find Broadway, musicals, and Phantom of the Opera galore! Mixed with a bit of Disney, of course ;D This is also a Christine Daae RP and ask blog :) Multishiping and Multiverse; FC is Sierra Boggess. Personality Type: ESFJ. Anyways, bienvenue! Image and video hosting by TinyPic

irelin-queen-of-hell:

Request: “Can you sketch some valentines day destiel fluff? Pretty please? <3”

And here we are. My first request and I do something very stupid and banal, shame on me. I’m very sorry, but I hope you like it anyway ^___^

(via all-hail-the-prophet-chuck)

Anonymous asked: Erik's heart began to race as she touched him, pulling him from the organ. His eyes locked onto hers as he was pushed to the couch. "Past the point of no return, the final threshold... the bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn..." he sang out, his breaths heavy.

thephantomandhisangel:

littleblondesoprano:

thephantomandhisangel:

littleblondesoprano:

"We’ve past the point of no…return" she sang with him, leaning down and kissing his neck. "My Erik.." she breathed, nibbling on his ear.

 

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littleblondesoprano:

Christine tapped her chin, searching back in her mind for a quote from the television show, gasping when one came to mind. She took up Jim’s hands with an excited grin. “Darling, I really think Cousin Itt has found himself!”

She broke character for but a moment. “But if…

She pulled herself closes to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as her eyes fluttered to a close. “Just hearing you speak gets me excited, mon amour.” She breathed, between his lips, her fingers playing at the back of his hair.

Anonymous asked: Erik closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself before nodding his head slightly. His eyes slid open, to gaze into hers once more. "I am fine, love." He whispered, glancing down at her hand. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, lifting her hand to his chest, placing her palm over his pounding heart. "It beats only for you..." He murmured, closing his eyes once more.

Tears fell anew from her eyes, but these were tears of joy. With her hand immovable from his heartbeat, she kissed his forehead and laid her head back upon his shoulder. “And I will only ever sing for you.” She vowed. “Every note that passes my lips will be for you. I pour my soul into my songs…you have my soul and my eternal love” she whispered, wiping her eyes and giving a sniffle.

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littleblondesoprano:

"Oh, cara mia, how could I ever forget? The hot pokers…" she sighed clasping her hands together before her chest; she snickered after a moment, breaking into laughter and shaking her head.

"Oh, one can never watch too much of the Addams Family! I just…I simply adore…

Christine tapped her chin, searching back in her mind for a quote from the television show, gasping when one came to mind. She took up Jim’s hands with an excited grin. “Darling, I really think Cousin Itt has found himself!”

She broke character for but a moment. “But if we’re Wednesday and Pugsley, I won’t get to kiss you! And now…now I can kiss you all I want!” She brought his knuckles to her lips and kissed them, her eyebrows raising.

Anonymous asked: Hey, you probably know who this is. I'd like to apologize for being rude...

//Yes, I know who this is. I thank you for your apology, but why are you on anon?

Anonymous asked: Erik looked down at her trembling form, and tightening his arms around her. "Oh Christine..." He whispered and placed a soothing kiss to the top of her head before burying his face into her silk-like curls, murmuring kind words in French as he gently rocked her back and forth, the moisture of hot tears soaking through the thin fabric of his cotton shirt. "Do not cry, my love. It hurts me when you cry." He said in a hoarse whisper, the sting of his own incoming tears attacking his eyes.

Christine dried her eyes and sniffled, hugging him tightly and kissing his jawline, she couldn’t stop mumbling how much she loved him with her every breath, rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped around him. “I stopped, my angel, I stopped…” she whimpered, calming down due to his sweet words. “Do not cry, my angel, please, do not cry. You are far too handsome to have tears rolling down your face” she whispered, her hands, rubbing his cheeks softly.

the-littlepurpletimelady-avenger asked: "Hey mom, have you ever read any good books lately? I've been reading Inkheart since yesterday and it is so good! I feel like the story is real...I wonder if those worlds are held in books..."

"Well, I’ve had my eye on Sherlock Holmes, but that’s about it!" She laughed, walking over to her daughter and peering over her shoulder.

"Oh, yes! I do believe worlds are held in books, we’re all transported to different worlds when we read, silent observers in wonderful worlds of the author." She smiled and placed a kiss against her cheek, sitting beside her.

Anonymous asked: Erik sighed and shook his head. "Christine, I am unpredictable. You know that, I know that, they know that, everyone in the opera-house knew it. You have seen what I do in my hasty anger." He said, gesturing to the shattered mirrors and broken articles of furniture. He gently placed his hands on her cheeks, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "What if I got angry and you were standing too close? How can you be willing to take such a dangerous risk?" He murmured, his golden eyes calm and lucid.

She touched his cheeks gently with her hands, holding his gaze with her own. “Because I love you. I have faith in you, my god, do I love you! I’m taking the risk because I love you, and I’d rather spend my life, however short, with you than have a long life away. For a life away from you is like death.” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “I love you” she squeaked through quivering lips; she broke his gaze to bury her face into his chest, holding him close to her.

Anonymous asked: Erik's heart began to race as she touched him, pulling him from the organ. His eyes locked onto hers as he was pushed to the couch. "Past the point of no return, the final threshold... the bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn..." he sang out, his breaths heavy.

thephantomandhisangel:

littleblondesoprano:

thephantomandhisangel:

littleblondesoprano:

thephantomandhisangel:

littleblondesoprano:

thephantomandhisangel:

littleblondesoprano:

"We’ve past the point of no…return" she sang with him, leaning down and kissing his neck. "My Erik.." she breathed, nibbling on his ear.

 

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