#the phantom of the opera rp

[findyourrp]

🏹 25+. TUMBLR ONLY lit writer looking for some more active mutuals to write general and mxf romantic relationship (ask me about my wanted ships) plots with; 25+, semi lit to lit preferred. I write Katniss Everdeen into other fandoms, so I am NOT looking for any Hunger Games muses unless those muses are written into any of the following fandoms as well:

Marvel Cinematic Universe The Amazing Spider-Man (Webbverse) The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (or the Nancy Drew PC Games) DCEU DC's Stargirl Top Gun: Maverick J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan The Last of the Mohicans TURИ: Washington's Spies The Chronicles of Narnia Broadway's Newsies Singin' In The Rain Ghostbusters I/Ghostbusters II Riverdance (or Irish mythology) Night At The Museum Galaxy Quest

I am also looking for mutuals to write muses opposite Katniss with the plot lines from the following fandoms where our respective muses will take the place of two of the canon main characters:

Ghost The Bodyguard Twister The Addams Family The Phantom of the Opera Cinderella Beauty and the Beast Les Miserables The Secret Garden

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[twistedcveryway]

{ I.....

am tentatively considering coming back to writing, likely only this muse...

what is the poto rp scene like these days? 

for that matter, what is the rpc as a whole like these days? I’ve been gone so long }

[findroleplay]

I’m 23F, you absolutely must be 18+. Now that that’s out of the way…

Hello, there! I’m seeking a long-term partner for a specific fandom (or phandom, in this case-) and I’m looking to play a specific character. I’ve been writing Christine Daaé from The Phantom of the Opera on and off for a couple of years now, and I’m hoping to find someone to write the basement dweller Phantom himself for my portrayal. I love their relationship, and mainly I just want to center a thread (or possibly multiple, if my partner likes multiple threads!) around what could have possibly happened, had circumstances been kinder in canon to Erik and Christine. Alternatively, we can pick up towards the end of canon and go from there! I’m also open to different verses and storylines and ‘what if’s, so long as the characters stay the same. Some darker and toxic themes are welcomed, as there’s canonical murder after all… I would like to collaborate on a plot together we both enjoy.

Preferably my partner knows the story and characters, and has at least read or watched one adaption. I would like you to be familiar with it, as too many people have tried to get into it specifically for a roleplay and it has never worked out. I myself lean to the book and to the Webber musical for inspiration. I want to center around romance and (what could be considered unconventional, but still) slice-of-life play in the nineteenth century in Paris. Smut totally optional, I’m not explicitly seeking it but it’s always a nice bonus. Mainly I just want them to be happy for once. (Or not… angst is always an option!)

That all being said, I’m a relaxed partner. I can write extremely long replies (ones that require Discord Nitro to send in one piece-) and I can also do shorter stuff. I only write in the third person. I do not use asterisks. I’m an English major, but I’m not exceptionally picky about the occasional typo. Post sizes fluctuate and change based upon what happens, but I would like a partner who gives enough detail to chew on. When talking OOC, I usually type in all lower case, and sometimes it gets messy. Don’t judge me based on that, it’s a bad idea. I’m just here to chill and write. I would prefer to write on Discord! 

I tend to fixate on things easily, and I would appreciate it if the enthusiasm was reciprocated (at least a little…).

If you’re interested at all, feel free to like this post and I will reach out to you! I’m looking for lax people and collaborative fun. That’s all ♡

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[bonzlydoo]

The prompt was 'Swan'

[memoirsofamanager]

HELLO Monsieur!! I happen to be learning hypnosis! How would YOU like to experience a bit of hypnotic FUN!!

[I waggle my eyebrows charmingly, charming smile and all.]

[☹️]

No,

[Okay, wow. No fun.]

[vicomte-raoul-de-chagny]

*shake shake shake*

(x)

[More shaking noises]

Are we- ack- almost done? Is it working yet?

[foxfireartz]

[godstiredestmusicmajor]

[Barges into your room without even knocking] Help me-

( @sweetest-soprano here’s your answer)

[He flinches so bad that he rams his elbow into a nearby object. He is confused, frightened, and in pain. Average musician's state, really.]

What the f–???

[not-the-phantom-of-the-opera]

You're nothing but the devil's chisjdbbgbc snxbdb

The devil's what, precisely?

[thisloathsomegargoyle]

[Holding his kitties hostage as promised, in her little cottage home. They are nice and comfortable, obviously.]

Confess.

I have done nothing wrong. Now, let my friends go, or another disaster beyond your imagination might be in store.

[Oop–]

[n1ght0f-nyx]

The Face I Cherish

erik destler x reader

i lost the request by my own stupidity but the basic plot was that one part in the phantom of the opera books, where erik reveals his face to Christine (in this fic, reader) he says something along the lines of 'im a handsome man, arent i", in this version, reader shows him love instead of hatred

tags/warnings- slowish burn, tender angsty fluff

word count- 672 words divider by- floriseu

Erik stood before me, the darkness of the candlelit room casting long, jagged shadows on the stone walls. His breath was ragged, as if he had fought to reveal his face, a battle within himself against a lifetime of torment and disgust. Slowly, with shaking hands, he reached up and tore the mask from his face.

His disfigurement was exposed—half of his face twisted and scarred, the flesh marred by a cruel fate. The other half, though, was breathtakingly beautiful: sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and piercing eyes that flickered with an intensity I had never seen before. He glared at me, challenging me, waiting for my inevitable recoil.

“You see?” His voice wavered, a mixture of bitterness and vulnerability. “Look upon me and behold the monster I truly am.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My heart ached for him, for the man who had spent his life hiding behind shadows and masks. His expression darkened as he mistook my silence for disgust.

“I’m a handsome man, aren’t I?” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm, mocking his own reflection. He was daring me to lie, to pretend, to do anything but look at him for who he was.

But I didn’t see the hideousness he expected me to recoil from. Instead, I saw the years of loneliness, the pain etched into every scar, and the desperation for love in his eyes. Without thinking, I took a step forward, my hands trembling but not from fear. His sharp inhale was audible, but I ignored it. I reached out, my fingers gently cupping his face—both the unmarred side and the scarred side, treating them both with the same tenderness.

“Yes, you are,” I whispered softly, my thumbs brushing over the rough patches of skin, feeling the warmth beneath them.

Erik froze. His whole body went rigid, as if my touch was something foreign, something he didn’t know how to comprehend. His wide eyes met mine, searching for some hint of cruelty or pity, but there was none.

“You are beautiful, Erik,” I continued, leaning closer. “Not because of this—” I gently touched the scarred side of his face, “—or this—” I moved to trace the smooth lines of the other side. “But because of who you are.”

His lips parted, a sharp intake of breath that he seemed to choke on. His hands hovered in the air, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Before he could decide, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his forehead, just between the ridges of his scar. His skin was warm under my lips, and I could feel him trembling beneath my touch.

I moved to kiss the side of his face, planting soft, lingering kisses along the jagged lines of his scars, treating them with the same reverence I gave to the unmarred parts of him. “You are beautiful, Erik,” I repeated, the words punctuated with each gentle kiss.

Erik’s breath hitched. He stood still, as if he didn’t know how to react, as if my affection was something he had never imagined could be real. Slowly, tentatively, his hands found my wrists, holding me as though I might vanish if he let go.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” I murmured, my lips moving to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “You never had to.”

His grip on my wrists tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might pull away, retreat back into the shadows of his mind. But instead, he leaned into my touch, a soft, broken sound escaping him—a sound that was almost like a sob.

“You don’t understand…” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking. “I am a monster.”

“No,” I said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “You are a man, Erik. A man who deserves to be loved.”

For a moment, his eyes searched mine, filled with disbelief, vulnerability, and something that looked like hope—a hope he had long buried. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. His hands slid down to my waist, holding me as though I were his lifeline.

“I don’t know how…” he whispered, his voice trembling, “to accept that.”

“You don’t have to know right now,” I replied softly, brushing my lips over his in the lightest of kisses. “Just know that it’s true.”

For the first time since he revealed his face to me, Erik didn’t try to hide. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he held me tighter, his scarred face pressed against mine, as if in that moment, he finally believed that he was worthy of love.

[starlight-carousel]

Roleplay Partner wanted

Hello there! I am a 25-year-old female looking for a roleplay partner, preferably 18+! I absolutely love plotting, coming up with headcanons, moodboards, etc. with my partner so that is an absolute must! I am fairly descriptive and often write 3-4 paragraphs or more depending on your length! I do most of my writing on Discord so please prepare for that! I can do canonxcanon, ocxoc, and ocxcanon! just ask me what you'd like to do! I am also happy to double up or to play the female role! NSFW is welcome, but I still want the story to have a plot as well. We can discuss triggers and other things as well! Currently, these are the fandoms I am looking for along with my love interests!

Shadow and Bone-Kaz Brekker

Phantom of the Opera-Erik Destler or an OC

Bridgerton-Benedict Bridgerton

Harry Potter- James Potter, Teddy Lupin, Draco Malfoy, George Weasley

Stranger Things-Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson

Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes-Finnick Odair or Coriolanus Snow

The Lost Boys-David Powers or Dwayne

Umbrella Academy-Luther Hargreeves

Game of Thrones-Robb Stark

The Witcher-Geralt

HOTD- Harwin Strong or Aemond Targaryen The Vampire Diaries-Niklaus Mikaelson For Non-Fandoms, I have a lot of plots but usually prefer slice of life, mafia/crime, supernatural, grumpyxsunshine, next door neighbors, greek mythology inspired, university au's, etc. ! If you are interested and I hope that you are, please leave a like and I will get back to you ASAP!

[creez-un-compte]

@thisloathsomegargoyle @lovely-lotte @vicomte-raoul-de-chagny @memoirsofamanager @godstiredestmusicmajor @sweetest-soprano

Hello. It is now midnight (at least in my time zone). You have six hours to confess your darkest secrets. This will stay between us forever. Probably.

Have fun !

[bonzlydoo]

Angel!Cherik and Demon!Winslow

look, one boy is contracted to hell and the other is the angel of music just roll with it.

writing stories with @dross-the-fish and @differenceenginegirl is my favourite part of every day now

(also Dross needs to stop giving Winslow dangerous weapons to play with)

Edit: fiend design here [x] aquatic design here [x]

[memoirsofamanager]

Aside from the Phantom, is there anything that always makes you scream like an alarm ?

Would you like the list numerized or alphabetized?

I'm a very skittish man. Easy to startle. I think I have a condition of some sort, I don't know.

[vicomte-raoul-de-chagny]

Truth or dare ?

Er... well, I was going to choose Truth. But Meg is visiting today and she's making me choose dare, because "truths are boring".

[He rolls his eyes, and Meg smacks the back of his head. He yelps and rubs the back of it, affronted.]

... So dare, I suppose.

[Mutters to Meg, "If I'm given a bad one I'm blaming you." She simply snickers, and Christine is just amused.]