#Cecile Jammes

[dr9com9ge-ix]

I realized I never posted my Limbus Raoul design here so! Here he is the boy! (Also Jammes is here too, they’re both looking for Christine and are both currently La Garnier Office fixers. Jammes is part of the Corps de Ballet portion of there which has pink uniforms c:)

And some pre-incident scrunglies! Also will add that

- Raoul wears his hat specifically to hide the scar he got from headbutting Erik and his cracked mask cutting him.

- Christine probably has never gotten a real good look at Erik prior to said incident because he has said he doesn’t want to be looked at.

[thelesbianoftheopera]

Cecile Jammes!

It is done

Mixed feelings about Little Shit here

[nerdywriter36]

Sticky Notes and Serendipity, Chapter 29: Bridal Bells and Bedroom Mutterings

AO3

This is a big one, as you can tell!!

We are on the LAST official chapter of Sticky Notes tonight! The epilogue will follow and then that is IT, this fic will be finished! That is still crazy and a bit sad for Chloe and me to think about, but we've loved sharing this story with the world and are so glad to see so many people enjoying it.

Thank you again for all of the love you've given this story, and please enjoy reading this chapter as much as we enjoyed writing it!! We think you will ❤️

[extraordinarygrrls]

Continued.

She didn't let go, she couldn't let go. Moreover, Cecile seemed to lean into the inspector's touch when his large hands landed on her back. Breathe in, breathe out.

When her allegiance was questioned by the man, the girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "O-Of course I'll still help!" She exclaimed. "You're my friend, Inspector... I need you to know that, y'know." With her mother so unwell, she realised how important it was to value the people around you. Especially now, with a killer on the loose.

"I-I need you to know that I care about you. I almost didn't get the chance to. Because you've been kind to me, you've looked after me more than most of the folks in the Opera House... So I'll look after you, I promise." When Little Jammes made a promise, it was a solemn vow. It was important to her, he was important to her.

@reverdies

[the-world-of-another-dimension]

Erik from the Phantom of the Opera, after his failure to have a relationship with Melek and Cristine, met Cecile Jammes (cristine's dancer friend) and they began to start a conversation until they had a friendship.

Anyway... Erik never believed that his bag would be a bed for the baby cats that Jammes finds.

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Erik del fantasma de la opera depues de su fallo en tener una relacion con Melek y Cristine, conocio a Cecile Jammes (bailarina amiga de Cristine) y empezaron a entablar conversación hasta tener una amistad

En fin... Erik nunca creyo que su saco seria cama para los gatos bebes que Jammes encuentra.

[britishchick09]

poto rewritten short stories 6/6: meg the fooler

in honor of read an e-book week, i'll be sharing sneak peeks of the rewrite's first short story collection (which will be an e-book exclusive out this spring)! last but not least is meg and cecile being epic pranksters! ;D

...

The door creaked open…

“BOO!” Meg yelled, running out from the vanity.

“AHHH!” a dancer screamed as she put a hand on her heart. “You got me, Meg!”

Meg laughed. The foolee was none other than Cécile Jammes, her pranking partner. They had pulled many tricks throughout the years on the other dancers, the singers, the stagehands, the managers… no one was safe from their pranks on April Fools’ Day!

…No one except The Opera Ghost, that is.

“I have a little something for my partner in crime!” Meg said.

“Oh!” Cécile’s brown eyes sparkled as Meg handed her a little chocolate fish and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm, thank you. Are you ready to start?”

“I’ve been ready since last night!”

Cécile smirked and tossed one of her caramel brown ringlets over her shoulder. “I know exactly what we can do first.”

...

 A few minutes later, chatter sounded through the ballerina dorm as the corps de ballet filed in. Some did stretches, a few lounged on the sofa, others sat at their vanities and some stood around to talk. Meg and Cécile waited near the back, hiding soft giggles behind their hands.

“Here she comes!” Cécile whispered.

Meg gave an excited squeak as Sorelli DuPont walked in. She rubbed a horseshoe on the wall for good luck.

“What in the world?” Sorelli looked at her horseshoe, which was covered with a rubber bathing cap! “Oh, I should’ve known…”

“April Fools’!” Meg and Cécile exclaimed.

Sorelli rolled her eyes. The jokesters looked over at Fleur, who sniffed a tulip… that sprayed her with water! Elena was brushing her hair at her vanity. She gasped as she realized that cold cream was on it! The lotion belonged to Colette... who smeared ketchup all over her face! Nellis opened her vanity drawer to find nothing inside except a paper fish and April’s paper nameplate had ‘Fools!’ written on it. The remaining seven ballerinas were pranked as well, leaving Meg and Cécile in stitches.

“I knew this would happen.” April said with a sigh.

“You two are almost as bad as The Opera Ghost!” Colette exclaimed.

“And just as delicious!” Meg added as she swiped some ketchup from her face.

“No one could ever be as great as that ghost. It’s-” Sorelli paused at Meg’s look. “He’s the greatest trickster in the opera house.”

“We may be great, but he’s the true master.” Cécile agreed.

Meg looked down at the floor as an idea sprung into her mind. She looked up, her eyes widening with a gasp as she exclaimed, “I got it! We can join forces with Mr. E!"

“Seriously? You want us to partner with The Opera Ghost?" Cécile asked with an uneasy frown.

"Yeah! The Ghost is a bit scary, but Mr. E is perfectly fine. He has access to every corner of the opera house, so..."

Sorelli groaned. "Great. You'll be unstoppable.”

"Oui... unstoppable!" Cécile exclaimed with a grin. "Let's do it!"

Meg cheered. "This will be the best April Fools’ Day yet! I'll go get him!"

She ran down the dressing room hallway, stopping at the very end. She put her ear to the door and listened.

"Meg woke me up by putting my hand in cold water," Christine was saying. "It startled me so much! One of her many tricks for today!"

"What's today?" Erik asked.

Meg wanted to shout, 'April Fools’ Day!' but she let Christine say it instead.

"Ah, yes. One of the best times of the year for The Opera Ghost," Erik chuckled. "Ayesha likes it, too. She stretched out on my legs and I sat up to pet her... and then she started walking towards me. She was going to lay right on my pillow! I caught on and laid back down before she could, but she found a nice spot next to me."

Christine giggled. "Oh, how funny! She nearly tricked you!"

"Sounds like she'd be the perfect kitty prankster!" Meg exclaimed as she ran into Christine's dressing room.

Erik looked up. He was doing a mirror chat with Christine, who looked over her shoulder at Meg.

“Then we’d have three tricksters scurrying around!” she realized with a chuckle.

“More like four.” Erik added with a wink.

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Meg said. “Meet Cécile and me on stage after practice, Mr. E!”

Erik frowned. “Can’t I just meet you?”

“Nope. I don’t prank alone,” Meg smiled as she added, “Cécile won’t be scared of you, I promise.”

She went up to the mirror and held out her pinkie, getting a confused look from Erik.

“That’s a pinkie promise.” Christine explained.

“It is!” Meg agreed. “It’s one you can’t break.”

Erik looked at Meg’s pinkie before slowly lifting his own.

“There you go! It’s a date! But not the ones you and Christine go on!” Meg said, giggling at Erik and Christine’s rosy blushes.

...

 Meg sighed as she stood on her tip toes and tried to peek into Box Five. It was eleven-forty on the dot. Ballet practice had ended not too long ago and now she and Cécile were waiting on stage.

“He should be here by now!” Meg said impatiently.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to partner with us,” Cécile hoped as she fiddled with her coral ring. “Let’s think of some more pra-”

Just then, the chandelier lights went off! Cécile’s scream echoed through the theater. Meg jumped a little, but she wasn’t afraid.

“The electricity’s gone out!” Cécile exclaimed in a panic. “Let’s fetch the managers!”

“Or you could fetch The Opera Ghost.” a voice said.

The lights returned and a shadow stepped out from Box Three.

“Mr. E!” Meg exclaimed happily. “I thought you’d be in Box Five!”

“Got you, Little Miss,” Erik said with a smile. “Consider that an April Fools’ gift from me.”

“The greatest gift would be partnering with us!”

“As long as you’re not creepy.” Cécile added.

“Oh, that’s only The O- Opera Ghost. Y- You won’t need to worry about creepiness with me,” Erik reassured her. “Y- You’ll just need to w- wo- worry about all the sneaky tricks we’ll pull.”

Cécile’s fearful face was replaced with a sly one.

“So you’re in?” Meg asked.

“Yes, Little Miss,” Erik smirked. “I’m definitely in.”

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Who is your favourite side side character in Phantom of the Opera (the book l

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

Previous

[delanuit]

“Don’t think about the way things might have been.” Big Jammes, aka Cecile as a young adult, and old man Erik who'll prolly be dead v soon.

They sat in comfortable chairs on the rooftop garden, overlooking the city. The late afternoon sun beat down upon them, bathing all they could see in a pleasant golden glow. Two cups of Turkish coffee, untouched, sat on the small table, next to the finished manuscript of Cecile's biography. Erik had only just finished giving his final approval on all its contents, and for a while they had sat in companionable silence. At some point, the young woman had taken his hand, and when Erik turned to look at her he saw a deep, unnamed emotion shining in her eyes. As she spoke those words, Erik squeezed her hand in return: an acknowledgement.

“ I was merely thinking how beautiful this city looks from up above. I deprived myself of its sight for far too long. ” His voice had grown weaker but no less captivating in these last few weeks. He offered her an ironic grin, an attempt at their usual teasing banter. “ I appreciate your concern. If I didn't know better, Mademoiselle Jammes, I would think you had grown to care for me. ”

[megajirachi151]

I drew some of my interpretations of Leroux’s descriptions. I might refine these sketches later.

[extraordinarygrrls]

continued from x

"Well, I have somewhere you could be, at least right now. I never expect you to retire Javert, it's as endearing as it is worrying... But I am no different." That characteristic little smirk, that mischievous grin that grief nor age could take. Cecile pulled back, but her freckled hands still lay on his shoulders. "Have you had lunch? I'll get you lunch." She had come into some prosperity in America, she'd made the right friends she supposed, they all like a plucky French lady there.

In a closed-off cafe, Jammes spoke about her adventures in Rochester, New York, her new friend perhaps more? Rueben Briggs-Davenport, her contemporary in myth-busting. His chasing of a story had reminded Cecile of her own. She was just as she always had been, manic, chatty, talking with her hands, but above all a woman of action.

"Do you ever think about it? Our case at the Garnier, the Phantom? It drives me spare thinking of the answers we never got. Christine, Raoul, and Iskandar were all safely returned, if not worse for ware, we found dormant gunpowder in the foundations, and then... Nothing, it took me a while to realize that the little riddle in the Epoque soon after was about him, his name was Erik... If he's even dead..." She murmured, clearly having her own conspiracy. All involved were still her close friends of course. "I've had this itch I can't scratch about the whole thing, shortly after of course I lost Maman and started getting to work but... Now, now I'm actually writing I've had an urge to reopen the case."

@reverdies

[pastel-cryptids]

POV: You work at the opera house and you just walked in on the ballerinas gossiping about you

(Bonus points if you add what they're talking about)

[theimpossiblescheme]

Eh, why not--these composites are really fun to make.  So here are more characters from “Phantom” based on mine and @meggiry-khaleesi‘s headcanon appearances!

Top left: Carlotta Giudicelli, based on a mix of Adelina Patti, Marcella Albani, Kristen Chenowith, Rachel Anne Moore, Trista Moldovan, Minnie Driver, Gabriella Zanchi, Jean Harlow, Virginia Pearson, Catherine Tate, Ekaterina Lekhina, Kim Stengel, Audra McDonald, Irina Samoylova, Eartha Kitt, Rosemary Ashe, Magda Olivero, Miriam Hopkins, Madeline Kahn, Paola Barale, and Hazel Court.

Top right: Cecile Jammes, based on a mix of Kara Klein, Melanie Thierry, Aissa Maiga, Lily James, and Sharon Millerchip.

Bottom left: La Sorelli, based on a mix of Bianca Balti, Sophia Loren, Natalie Dormer, Rachelle Ann Go, Asmeret Ghebremichael, Janelle Monae, Ciara Renee, Elizabeth Taylor, and Anna Pavlova.

Bottom right: Madame Giry, based on a mix of the Oslo Norway dance teacher, Liz Robertson, Paula Capovillia, Ellen Harvey, Mary Millar, Anne Kanengeiser, Miranda Richardson, Elena Obraztsova, Marilyn Caskey, Heather Jackson, Nancy Hess, Katharine Alexander, Diana Rigg, Michelle Fairley, Bernadette Peters, and Donna Murphy.

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

Potober Day 8

Hi everyone! This is based off the Day 8 prompt for Potober: “From the moment I first heard you sing” - Desire/Pining/Wedding Dress

From a Distance

Erik had first noticed her during a rehearsal. Christine Daaé, the newest chorus member, in the back row of the chorus, singing her part slightly off-key. He hadn’t thought twice of it at first—certainly, her voice had a lovely tone, but without a sense of pitch, she would not be around long.

Then, one of the ballerinas cried out in pain. Little Cecile Jammes had twisted her ankle. Christine was the first one to come to the child’s aid. She took the girl into her arms and said, “It’ll be alright. You’ll get patched up in no time.”

Jammes sobbed hysterically. Christine held the child for a few moments before starting to sing. Erik tilted his head. She sung in a different language—Swedish. Something soothing and slow, a lullaby. Unlike a few moments ago, her voice was clear and on-key, the voice of an angel’s. It only lasted a few moments, though, until her voice broke. By that time, Madame Giry had wrapped up Jammes’s ankle. Christine stood and fled the stage.

Erik stayed and watched the rest of rehearsals, feeling this strange, fluttering feeling in his stomach.

A few nights later, he was heading back to his home underground from the managers’ office, his pocket full with his monthly salary. It was always so quiet at this time of the night; if Erik wanted to walk the hallways like a regular person, he could. And so he did.

But as he neared the door of the cathedral, he noticed that the doors were open, and heard a sob from within. He pressed himself against the wall and peered around the corner.

Christine knelt at the prayer bench, a single candle lit. She cried. “Father, I miss you so much.”

Erik wasn’t sure exactly what possessed him, but he quietly entered the chapel and hid among the pillars by the wall. He must have made some sort of noise, though, because Christine started and said, “Who’s there?”

He held his breath, waiting until she settled down again. Then he watched.

“They aren’t going to keep me. I can already tell. I’m such a failure, Father.”

Erik clutched his cape and threw his voice to the front of the chapel. “You need to work on your posture. And sing your octaves daily with an instrument.”

Christine shot to her feet and backed up several steps. For a moment, Erik was sure he had made a terrible mistake, that the girl would flee and never return to the opera. But then, she said in a shaking voice, “Are you the Angel?”

Erik was silent for a moment, not sure how to answer. He was no angel. For his entire life, he had been called a monster and a demon, and a part of him always wondered if they weren’t right.

Christine continued, “The Angel of Music, that my father promised to send?”

Erik pictured himself stepping out and introducing himself and nearly laughed at the idea. He wasn’t wearing his mask—going without was often deterrent enough for people like Buquet, who sometimes caught glimpses of him. Certainly, she would run screaming from the chapel and never return. Even if he were wearing his mask, the sight was unsettling enough to send people scattering.

So he kept hidden and said, “Yes. Now, I want you to go to sleep. Tomorrow morning at 8, go to the third dressing room on the right. I will teach you there.”

She clasped her hands in front of her. “Thank you so much.”

She rushed out of the chapel, walking past Erik without noticing him. She smelled like roses. Erik felt that warm, fluttering feeling return to his stomach and shook his head. He wondered if he should drink some wine when he got back to his home to settle it.

It wasn’t until the next morning, as he stood behind the mirror and watched her sing a Swedish folk song waiting for him to “appear,” that Erik realized that he had fallen completely in love with Christine Daaé.

[delanuit]

(Cecile) "Raoul helped me bury her." The now teenaged and officially orphaned girl looked down at her mother's grave. "He and Christine footed the bill so she wouldn't just be thrown in a nameless pit. There was no funeral, she would've wanted to invite you." She looked at Erik. They've now both experienced some incredible tragedy, self-imposed or not. Little Jammes was no longer a child within, and she was out of tears to shed. "He's a good man, Raoul. Maybe if I went to him sooner, wasn't so stubborn and stupid..." She shook her head.

"I guess there was a part of me that hoped in the end everyone could be happy."

Erik had heard of the Madame's passing, albeit belatedly, and had come to pay his respects. He was surprised, at first, to see the young girl here, though upon reflection he supposed he shouldn't have been. Jammes had been so close to her mother, perhaps it was natural that she should visit daily.

( He would not know. He had not once been to his mother's grave. She would not have wanted that. )

Some part of him was touched that the girl should have thought of him in her tragedy, that he should have been invited to the funeral, were there one. His eyes roved over Cecile, and he saw at once that she was not that frenzied girl she had been. A reserved young woman had taken her place. The realization was striking — it had become increasingly difficult for him to feel the passage of time.

“ I am sorry for your loss, ” Erik said as he stepped forward to place a single white rose upon the grave. His refusal to speak on her mention of the vicomte was pointed. Still, he could not help but say, “ It is impossible to make everyone happy. Surely you've realized that. ”

[kimwexlers-brownhair]

Hi! I was reading "Yellow Rose" again (because that fic is wonderful), and I was wondering if you could tell me more about some of your OCs in it--Justine, Valerie, and Meg's fellow ballerinas. I love them all, and I was just curious about them.

You have no idea how much it means to me that you like Yellow Rose so much and that you’re so interested in my OCs! Fabulous to see in my inbox. 

Let’s see….

Justine and Marcus: I see them kind of becoming a Thin Man/McMillan and Wife duo. She’s a world famous singer, he’s a secret agent, and every once in a while, she takes part in one of his cases. Her career serves as a great cover, since it gives them lots of excuse to travel and hobnob with the rich and famous – such a perfect setting for a spy couple. I mentioned in Yellow Rose that they have twin girls, and I can see them following in their parents’ footsteps; the younger one, Aimee, becomes a world-traveling spy and her older sister, Isabelle, writes mystery fiction inspired by her sister.

Valerie: The product of a scandalous marriage between a Chinese ambassador and a French ambassador’s daughter, she grew up somewhat isolated in Martinique, where her parents settled down. Still, she grew up with a lot of love, since her parents were passionately devoted to each other (Since I mentioned in the notes to Valerie’s chapter in “Yellow Rose” that my face claim for her is actress Mylène Jampanoï, I think it only fair I fancast her parents, too: Andy Lau as Fu Li and Isabelle Adjani as Helene Li).

Her parents hire other exiles to tutor their daughter in the art of singing, dancing, dressmaking – and self-defense/subterfuge. She soon learns that to finance their seclusion, her parents have maintained a relationship with the secret police from both their native countries. This is what leads Valerie to Darius, and a whirlwind romance ensues. 

Meg wonders why Erik was never infatuated with her when she sang at the opera house, and the truth was, she intimidated him. He was too immature at that point, and wanted someone as insecure as he.

Oh, and my inspiration for her character? Julie Motherfucking D’Aubigny. (She also seduced Sorelli and almost had a threesome with Carlotta and Piangi, but backed out because they were driving her crazy).

Adele Segal: She ends up living the life Meg always envisioned for herself before falling in love: she becomes a partying spinster, living the high life and raising hell. Eventually leaves the opera house and joins the Folies Bergeres, shocking the elites of the ballet world (much like Cleo de Merode, who’s actually one of my inspirations for Meg’s character). So basically, Adele is a lot like a less grounded Meg. She’s a French Auntie Mame, taking her brother and Cecile Jammes’s children under her wild wing. Weekends at Auntie Adele’s are always memorable.

David Perrin: When Darius and Cedric retire, he takes over the secret police force. He’s sort of the Charlie to Marcus and Justine’s Angels.

I might add more to this, such as when I remember all the different OCs I added, lol. It’s been awhile since I read YR, might be worth re-reading! I am nothing if not obsessed with looking at my work with fresh eyes.

Thank you again, @theimpossiblescheme! I really appreciate how you always encourage and engage with me about my various headcanons. Does a good hermit like me some real good.