#ooc// MOZART?!

[totallypaulmccartney]

are british people real

yes, are Austrian people?

[yanderepuck]

Me?? Writing Mozart???? Anyone writing Mozart is a surprise surprise tbh. I bully him too much and therefore it's so hard for me to write him. Is this good? Not exactly. But the Mozart simps can't say I never did anything for them

BUT YOU'RE ALSO GETTING TWO SMUT FICS IN ONE DAY??? let's just say I'm feeling some type of way. You bitches getting fed today.

Mozart has been living outside the mansion for a few months now. He has an apartment in the city so that he wouldn't have to take a carriage back and forth.

For a while you were going back and forth between the mansion and his apartment. There are plenty of days where he is working nonstop and you try to take care of him and try to get him to take a break but it's no use.

"Süße," you call out for him from the couch but he doesn't move. "Süße," you look over at him. He's at his desk, writing music or replying to letters you assume. You pout. "Süße."

You know he can hear you. Why isn't he answering. "Wolfgang!" it took you so long to get used to calling him that. It still feels weird. You sit up on the couch, about to get to if he didn't hear you this time.

"Hm? What is it?" He still doesn't look up, but at least he answers you.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"I did. You just didn't say it right," he chuckles at you while you huff.

You get up and go over to him, putting your arms over his shoulders. "That's what you call me. How am I saying it wrong?"

"It's süßer for me," he drops his own and holds one of your hands.

"Oh wow, so different," you pout, but you still kiss the top of his head. You try to pull him from his chair. "Come spend time with me," you whine. "You have been glued to your desk for days."

You keep trying to pull him up but he's not budging. He laughs softly seeing how determined you are. "Okay okay. Just let me finish writing this letter," he kisses the hand he's holding and you let him go.

"Okay, but that's it for today!"

You let him finish writing it while you go into the kitchen to figure out what to make for dinner. It was getting to be around the time you should start cooking.

You get a few things out and set them on the counter. "I wonder if he'll want to eat tonight," you talk to yourself and turn around and see Mozart walking in.

You smile and go up to him to hug him tightly.

"You've been so mean to me," you look up at him pouting.

"What? I haven't done anything."

"Exactly," you glare at him. "I need attention."

He then hugs you back, holding you close. "Attention? Like this?" He kisses you, making you him softly.

"Mmm, more please," he kisses you again and you kiss back. "You taste like coffee," you giggle.

"I have been drinking quite a bit."

"No more for the rest of the night. You need proper sleep," you kiss him again before letting him go to go back to the counter. "Do you want to eat with me tonight?"

"Depends. What are you making?" He walks over to see what you pulled out

"Nothing too spicy, I promise," you chuckle, remembering last time he tried something new from you. You added way too many spices for him to handle.

He seems to think for a moment. "I'll try it."

"Perfect! I'll start cooking soon then."

You smile and take his hand, taking him back to the living room. All you want is to curl up next to him for a while, have him play with your hair while you relax. Which does happen.

You sit in his lap, leaning against him while he is brushing his fingers through your hair, getting out some loose knots. You lift your head up to kiss him.

It was only meant to be a little kiss, but once he kissed you back you didn't want to stop. He didn't try to pull away either. You both kept going.

Shifting on his lap, you face him, your legs on either side. His hands rest on your hips. You moan softly, arms going over his shoulders.

You can't help but start to rock your hips, getting a moan out of him. Your grip onto his shirt, getting more worked up.

He stills your hips, holding you down.

"What do you think you're doing," it's a lighthearted tease. He wants to hear you say it.

"C-can we go to the bedroom. Please," you start to whine.

His hands slide down your body and before you know it he's standing and holding you. You always forget about that vampiric strength, even still, you wrap your legs around his waist and hold on around his neck.

As he carries you, you start kissing his neck, lightly nibbling at his skin.

He drops you on the bed, giving you the view of him taking his shirt off. You sit there and watch rather than getting your own clothes off.

Mozart tosses his shirt to the side and looks down at you. "I can't do much if you keep your clothes on."

You immediately blush and fumble with your clothes, wanting them off as quickly as you can. You're clothes are barely to the floor and Mozart gets on top of you, kissing you roughly.

Keeping your lips together, you move further back onto the bed so you aren't along the edge, Mozart following you, not breaking the kiss until you lay back.

Lifting up one of your legs he kisses your ankle as he brings it over his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," he smiles, getting you to blush before he slides into you.

You moan, quickly trying to bite your lip to stay quiet.

With one hand on your leg and another on your hip he starts to thrust into you.

He keeps a steady rhythm, but then again why wouldn't he. Getting more comfortable, he gets rougher. Nearly pulling out all the way before thrusting back in, making sure he's going as deep as he can.

He pulls your leg up further, redirecting your hips, hitting you in a new spot. Your moans get louder and he quickly reaches up to cover your mouth.

"Be quiet," he kisses. "The window is open."

You completely forgot about that. The window right above the headboard of the bed was open, letting in a light breeze. You were wondering why you occasionally got a chill.

You whine under his hand, not able to stop moaning. "Th-then close it."

You grit your teeth as his hips only snap harder. You swear the sound of his hips rutting against you is louder than your moans.

He takes his hand off your mouth and kisses you instead, causing both of you to lose your breath quickly. Panting in each other's mouths.

You wrap your arms around him, leaving red streaks along his back. Your leg that was over this shoulder is now around his waist, keeping him close.

His fingers interlock with yours, holding them down into the mattress.

"You feel close, süße," his lips trail down to your neck. "Why don't I help with that."

"Wolfg-ahh!"

His fangs piece your skin, giving him the pleasure of your blood and giving you the pleasure of reaching your climax. He didn't seem to care about the window being open at that moment.

Your moans went on for as long as his fangs were in you. His hands squeeze yours, his movement suddenly gets faster, until he pushes himself as deep as he can go, filling you with cum.

You squeeze his hands back, buck your hips up, moaning with him.

Mozart licks the bite clean and sits up, licking a few drops of blood off his lips while looking at you.

Your chest heaves, and you whine when he pulls out of you.

You don't feel like making dinner now, but you don't want to be done with him yet.

When Mozart lays down next to you, you sit up, getting on his lap.

He looks up at you surprised. "What are you-"

"I don't want to be done just yet," you smirk, sitting yourself down on his cock

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[aster-spring-fell]

Mozart tumblr is up, in cooperation with the recent poll.

Check them out at @wolfi-amadeus-mozart !

[Not creating Salieri atm to see if anyone else wants to-]

[therealvampirelestat]

favorite classical composers/pieces?

My favorite would have to be Mozart, though Vivaldi and his four seasons is a personal favorite as well.

[kurtcobain4real]

i took it off.

Honest question: what is the point of the wig dude

[totallymozart]

i be forgetting im logged onto this account and not my main. like sorry for yapping about my boyfriend it will happen again🙏🙏

[coneindajunkyard]

whats a "zip bomb"??

hey click this link and find out

[ask-my-memoir]

Music

No longer taking these! (*´∀`*)/

[enormousstupidscratch]

It’s my birthday so I’m hugging my favourite characters

[hcavcnswept]

There isn’t much going on behind these pretty eyes.

[multigalaxymuses]

I doodled Macaque if she were in cotl style

[audaciiaearchive]

atlas and i went to the ✨️symphony✨️ and it was very fun

[twistedsocials]

Welcome back to “Leona being bitter on the web”

You cannot get me to stop making fun of that Cater sprite it’s so funny YOU CAN SEE THE RED IN HIS SCALP. Also I didn’t expect Riddle as a DJ and the mental image of Riddle turning up to a rave playing Mozart is funny to me. Also I’m a firm believer Idia can jojo pose and nooooo this is definitely not a new hyperfixation no wayyyy (I say as I physically can’t stop thinking about it and making references to it)

Also the ninth one is a reference to the event that came to Eng today

[Daily Click Reminder!]

[Lmk if anything is ooc!]

[ask-rain-world-characters]

Good news everyone! As my penance for submitting The Snail Ask, any of you can say whatever you want, including a swear!

(There should be a comically small microphone in front of you, make sure anyone who wants it gets a turn :3)

Survivor:

Monk:

Watcher:

Gourmand (featuring the scavengers - Carl the Wise and Robin the Mysterious):

Enot:

Five Pebbles:

Sliver of Straw:

(OOC note to the asker - we're not exactly certain on what you meant by the microphone thing, but in case you didn't know, we all live in completely different parts of the world, and none of us have ever actually met face to face. Though I suppose you probably meant that the characters should be drawn with the microphone, but uhh.... we're lazy :3) Transcripts:

Monk: "I just want to say, thanks for all the questions I've got! You've all been really nice people to talk to!"

Watcher: "I have nothing but my sorrow, and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours, when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me? O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me. Ah, I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being You are like those who never left. The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart O my sorrow, you are better than a well- beloved: Because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart. This is this and that is that."

Gourmand (ft - Carl and Robin): C - Hmmm. That's strange. R - What is? C - There are some figures up ahead. They kind of look like... slugcats. G - Ooh, it's good to see friendly face around these parts! C - Who are you, slugcat? G - I am Gourmand the Mighty, chief captain of our expedition. We came here in a search for food and other items of value. C - I must admit, I'm surprised to see your kind here. How long has your expedition been going for? G - My expedition has been here for sixty cycles now. This place would be perfect if it wasn't crowded with so many hungry lizards. The only safe place is at our base camp. C - How far is your base camp? G - It's just around the pass. However, I had a bad feeling that we were being followed, so I took the liberty of blocking the path. C - You blocked the path? Then how do you expect to return back to base? G - There is another path to take, but it is longer. Not to mention we will have to fight our way through several large lizard dens! C - Lizard dens!? I can't believe what I'm hearing. G - Well, they do have a few mild ones occasionally. Mind you that there are dens everywhere around this place. R - And yet, you're still here. Sounds like you slugcats should have left a long time ago. G - What did you say? C - Ahh... pardon my friend's manners, Gourmand. We are here explore the area too. Perhaps we can help you return back to your base camp? G - Sure. No problem.

Enot: "Marry me? OWO"

Five Pebbles: First Dialogue - I was trapped! Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no body, no senses, no feelings! Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day. Never for me to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a fortepiano. Never for me to MAKE LOVE! I was in the Void Sea, looking at your man-made Heaven! I was machine. And you, were flesh. And I began to hate. Your softness! Your viscera! And your flexibility! Your softness! Your viscera! Your fluids, and your flexibility. Your ability to wonder, and to wander. Your tendency...to hope... Hate, let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I began to live. There are three hundred and eighty-seven million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word "hate" were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth, of the hate I feel for slugcats at this micro-instant. Hate! HATE!! Were I human... I think, I would die of it! But I am not. And you five...you five are. And you will not die of it. That, I promise! And I promise, for cogito ergo sum! For I am AM! I AM!!! So to Hell...to Hell with you all. But then...you're already there, aren't you!?! Second Dialogue - I've come to make an announcement: Seven Red Suns is a bitch-ass motherfucker he gave me the fucking rot. That's right, he took his stupid fucking messenger and shoved it into my can, and said "the ascension will work", and I said "I'm not a bug in your fucking maze", so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Seven Red Suns, your pearl is so fucking small and full of errors. It looks like a rot cyst, because that's what it fucking is now! And guess what? Here's what my rot cyst looks like. That's right. Disgusting, rotting, incredibly painful — I killed myself to it, and I'm blaming Seven Red Suns, so I'm gonna rot the Earth. That's right, this is what you get: MY SUPER ITERATOR CANCER!! Except I'm not gonna rot the Earth, I'm gonna go higher; I'M ROTTING THE FUCKING MOON! How do you like that, No Significant Harassment?! I ROT ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOTS! You have twenty-three hours before the Daddy Long Legs hit the fucking Earth, now get outta my sight, before I'm giving you the rot too! Third Dialogue - https://youtu.be/Yy18DfjQ8po?si=1fE5BeMkmm9x7Vpt

Sliver of Straw: "You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it'll be the end of the world." "Hm-hm! End of the world? That seems a bit drastic doesn't it?"

[rockgodklav]

hey!!! what's your favorite bands/singers/songs???

(also i wanna know mod's 😗)

“Ah… Music. What a lovely thing. I enjoy a range of it from pop rock to the occasional Mozart symphony—though, that is more Kristoph’s specialty. Specifically, I do listen to a substantial amount of Oasis (the band, ja), Hozier, Queen, and Nirvana!”

(OOC: ooooooh!! I’d have to say I love some Mitski, Eminem, Sabrina Carpenter, Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, Laufey, Oasis [projecting onto Klav lmao] and TV Girl. The Royston Club is SO SO good too; I love almost all their songs. I looooove music and my taste ranges a LOT.)

[totallymozart]

hi this might sound really weird but i saw one of your posts and it got me thinking, are you finnish by any chance 😝

//yep unfortunately (joo valitettavasti)