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Hello! I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. I know what you're thinking- "how are you alive? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Well, as you can see, I am not dead- how peculiar! I have some time, so we can certainly engage in conversation. You may ask me anything you wish to know about me, and I will answer to the best of my boundless ability! ♪~~~~~~ STATUS: Life as usual. MOOD: Tired. (RP/Ask account for W. A. Mozart. I rp with anyone. This blog can sometimes be NSFW. Tracking tag: musikistleben)

[musik-ist--leben]

//I'm sorry to anyone whom I owe replies to. My Red rp blog is really important to me right now since I haven't really felt like I was ever a part of the Pokémon fandom; I didn't really contribute much to it here on Tumblr.

If you want me to reply to something, please send me an ask on crimson--silence and I will type up a reply on Word asap. Please don't bug me for replies to Wolfie's threads on that account, only one message is needed.

Thank you, and I'm really sorry for this inconvenience.

Mewsol

[crxmisii]

mastering others is sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ; mastering YOURSE L F is true ρ σ ω є я - lao tzu

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[musik-ist--leben]

Hey, dear. I just wanted to tell you that I feel you. I'm in the same boat with you right now, and I 100% understand how you feel. It's very hard, and...I dunno. Your post really spoke to me, in a non creepy way. My chance of meeting them is less than zero, and I feel very out of place in the fandom because I don't know French and can't watch a lot of the interviews, but MOR still means a lot to me. It's hard. We can hang in there together. :)

//gaaaah thank you so much ;v;

the only chances i have of meeting them are:

they have a concert summer 2015 and i time my trip to austria so i can take the train to wherever they are

go to a study abroad program in college and have enough spending money to afford the tickets

basically i have to get lucky

but i don't know french either and i still felt like i was a part of the fandom once

i don't really know what to feel about the fandom right now. i'd much rather avoid it until everything blows over.

[musik-ist--leben]

hey, dont feel bad about needing space or w/e wrt the concert! when they first went to russia i had a meltdown and wanted to burn the entire country off the map and throw myself into the ocean bc i couldnt be there. we were all sobbing messes for bercy. i know exactly what youre feeling! for me though, this concert showed they can all come back after 5 years and still sell out stadiums, so in that regard it means that there'll always be another chance to "se reverra". as long as dove can get $$

//Hearing that from you made me feel a lot more hopeful, actually. It's really comforting to know that you had the same kind of feeling. Even though I keep thinking how I wasn't there, I have to tell myself that I'm not alone and I'll get through this.

[crxmisii]

hi, this is the mun!

i just made this blog today, so it is a work in progress right now.

i’m going to work on red’s profile as soon as i can!

i’d like to start a roleplay, but i should make an about page first… it’s okay if you don’t want to rp with me. i will try and follow lots of blogs though. ;;

if i’m not on this blog, i’ll be on my main.

thank you!

- mewsol

[musik-ist--leben]

.........

「 ".....hmm... my name is Red." He doesn't say much other than that, but yet the silence speaks for him. 」

//On a happier note (seriously, you guys needed a break from my depressing posts), here's my Red blog! :D I'll be working with this muse for a while to get him started, but I'm not abandoning Wolfie, I promise ;v; It's just that Pokémon ORAS is coming up, and Red is a cute dork, so yeah I'll shut up now >v>

I'm assuming most of you aren't Pokémon fans, but for those of you who are, feel free to stalk follow him. First one to get him off of Mt. Silver wins a prize.

[musik-ist--leben]

i'm just going to avoid the mozart tag but not untrack it.

[musik-ist--leben]

[musik-ist--leben]

//if you aren't already aware, i haven't been posting for a while. this is for several reasons:

MORLC is happening and i need to avoid it as much as possible. it's the very thing that is actually making me feel like shit because i'm not a part of it.

super smash bros. for 3ds release

new OTP (namelessshipping)

my parents telling me i am a child and as usual, making me feel like shit

crap going on at school

MORLC again

the problem with MORLC is that it's actually isolating me from the fandom. you think i'd be excited to watch fan-recorded videos of the troupe, but nope. because i'm not fucking there, that's why. and the fact that i'm not there overpowers the fact that there are also people in the same situation as i am. we tend to focus on the negative, and i can't just rewire my brain when it's set on thinking a certain way. to solve this problem, i have tried to avoid it.

but it's not working, because the fandom is centered around MORLC right now. my mind is saying the only real MOR posts are about the concert. my mozalieri posts don't mean shit to anyone except the few people who i talk to that actually ship it. because let's face it, you guys know that MORLC is more important than a stupid ship.

all i really do is draw fanart of mozart and salieri fucking, come up with sexcanons, and basically only talk about MOR-related things in regards to the ship and people interacting with it. yes, it still means i'm a part of this fandom, but i'm in my little mozalieri corner of the fandom where all of the real fandom people who are going to MORLC ignore me.

i don't even feel like i'm a part of this fandom, is what i'm saying here.

and it's all because i'm jealous of the real fandom people.

i'm jealous of you guys and it's hurting me.

that's why i'm leaving it for a while. don't know when i'm coming back. i'm never going to see the troupe ever, so i don't think there's really a point in staying.

i don't even have the motivation or the will to even DRAW mozalieri or anything at all, not even the new otp that i have.

and i've wondered what it would be like to disappear. not kill myself, just disappear out of thin air and cease to exist. and some divine force would do it. and then you would all cry over me because you actually liked me

fuck, i'm crying now

i need to take a break from everything. this is probably the last time i'm posting on the moraholics tag for a while

i'm sorry for failing you

[musik-ist--leben]

//"what did you do today?"

".........."

"oh yeah? my mom pulled a chair out from under me and my face fell on the hard tile floor, causing a bruise that will probably last for weeks"

[musik-ist--leben]

Comforting Absence

Rating: T for character death Words: 1,104 Pairing(s): Mozart x Austria, Mozart x Constanze Summary: Even knowing that he existed somewhere was enough. Author's note: Sorry for any historical inaccuracies, if there are any. Obviously fitting Mozart's life into the Hetalia canon can cause such things, so I apologize. I kinda wrote this on a whim so there may be future edits which I will inform you of if they do happen at all. Other than that, enjoy, I guess.

Nov. 19, 1791 To my dearest, most beloved friend Roderich,-     I have fallen ill recently, but I’m feeling somewhat better today. I do not know how long this will last, but hopefully I will not fall ill again to the point where I cannot even pick up this quill. I know you are worried about me, I don’t know where you are now; I asked the officials to deliver this letter to “a certain Herr Roderich Edelstein” in hopes they would know who you are and it would reach you. I did this remembering that you once told me you had a government position of some sort, though you were not specific. I am not one to get involved in political activities, so I did not inquire further.     However, that is not the subject of this letter. I wanted to tell you some wonderful news. My Freimaurerkantate premiered yesterday; the rest of my lodge was honored that I had composed yet another marvelous work for them. I received comments from other members of my lodge- “a work of genius!”, “simplicity at its finest!”, and other comments of the same nature. I was truly elated to be surrounded by people who understood me and my music so well, and it actually encouraged me to continue writing my Requiem again. I am taking a break from writing the Confutatis to write to you. I hope I will be able to finish it within time, though under the circumstances of the commission I am not sure if you will ever be able to hear it.     My hand is getting tired, so I cannot write anymore. Please visit as soon as you can, I miss you terribly and I am forever your dearest friend Wolfgang Amadé Mozart

Dec. 2, 1791 To Roderich Edelstein-     My husband has fallen deathly ill - please visit, I beg of you. He is saying that he wants to see you before he takes his final breath and that he wishes to give you instructions for the Requiem so that you may finish it.     I do not know what else to write, but this is urgent. Wolfgang is saying that death is near, he talks of the end, he talks of poison, he talks of the man in grey who commissioned the Requiem to begin with. It is scaring Sophie and me terribly, and all I can do is cry while he tries to comfort me but to no avail.     When you receive this letter, I beg you, come immediately! Constanze Mozart

“My dearest little wife... Where is Roderich?”

“He’s not here yet. He hasn’t replied yet.... I’m sorry.” “He... hasn't replied? Stanzi, please... won’t you stay with me forever?” “I’ll always be here for you. I will always love you, until the very end.”

Dec. 5, 1791 Roderich hears the news, and he asks to be left alone. So that he may cry, in silence. And why silence? Because the man, the music he kept so close to his heart, has died. His boss knocks on the door. “Herr Edelstein, this is important. There are letters here, for you.” He answers, takes the letters quietly and retreats back to his room. The letters are painful to read. He knows it was his fault. His absence. You could have done something to prevent it all, you know. You could have just visited, Roderich says to himself. The familiar handwriting hurts him even more.

[musik-ist--leben]

Friend, you are amazing and not a failure. I'm so sorry you're upset *hugs*

//thank you anon

i don't know what to say anymore

can i just turn into a pokemon and go on missions or something

[becauseimrichandican]

I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical 

Featuring such hits as

Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind

What Was The Plot of This RP Again?

Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog

And the ever classic

I’m a Lazy Bastard

[wendythesurvivor]

Starring everyone’s favourite 

 Nobody’s replied and its reprise Fuck everyone’s replied

[musik-ist--leben]

How do you like my URL now? ;) You know he had one…

//YES

YEEESSSS

YEEEEESSSSSSSSS

[musik-ist--leben]

//I'm interested in making an rp account for Pokémon Trainer Red at some point. Would any of you who are in the Pokémon fandom want to follow me or rp with me?

[musik-ist--leben]

First meeting || pianoangelic

[musik-ist--leben]

"Papa was talking for a while, and I wandered off and got lost… can you take me back, sir?" Wolferl asked politely, remembering what Papa said about respect towards important people. "There’s so many rooms here, and I really shouldn’t have gone off by myself," he realized, thinking back on his little adventure.

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"Oh that’s quite alright. There are many interesting things in these rooms, it’s only natural that you’d want to explore." He smiled at the boy, admiring the fact that he was so polite. He nodded his head. "Alright then, let us go back, we wouldn’t want anyone to worry." 

[musik-ist--leben]

"Yes, let's go back. Thank you so much, sir." Wolferl looked up at Roderich with a polite smile. As he walked back with the important-looking man, he continuously asked questions. He stopped for a moment in a beautifully decorated room with imposing portraits all over the walls, an intricately upholstered sofa by a bright red patterned vase with alp lilies inside, and a small fireplace. "What's this room for?" Wolferl asked with his childish curiosity, probably conjuring up the most fantastical purpose for this room in his imagination.

[musik-ist--leben]

spectacle || [PWP] constanze--mozart

Night fell. Wolfgang had just finished working on a new piece he had kept inside his mind for some time now. It was a concerto for cello and piano, naturally for him to play with his daughter, Clara, who was now asleep upstairs. The relief he felt when all of the notes in his head were finally down on paper was immeasurable. But something else came to mind, and soon enough Wolfgang was thinking back to his golden days in Vienna. Composing Die Entführung auf dem Serail, writing Konstanze’s arias… and rescuing his own Constanze from her mother’s clutches. To think, a love that would last centuries started with the notes of his opera- or at least Wolfgang liked to think it did. He was never sure just how it all began, the very thing that started the path that led him here.

And where was Constanze now?… Out for a walk? He hadn’t kept track of everything around him as he was composing. But the only sounds he could hear were the crickets outside and the music in his head. Wolfgang could relax now, as he had wanted to do all day. He pressed “play” on his phone, which was attached to a speaker, and a nocturne by Chopin in B-flat minor began playing.

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[musik-ist--leben]

A gasp escaped Wolfgang's lips as soon as he felt Constanze's fingers stroking his length. Carefully removing his fingers from his entrance, he relaxed himself to let his wife take the lead. He didn't mind that he had been close to climax just moments before- because he knew it would be even greater now that he had some well-needed assistance.

Though he was thinking of Constanze the whole time she was gone, he didn't expect her to catch him like this. Not that Wolfgang minded- the surprise of it aroused him further.

Wolfgang couldn't hold his moans back, no matter how hard he tried. His body shifted into her touch, to feel more of it, he needed more.