Court Composer
I am Maestro Forte; Court Composer, and your most humble servant...

Independent RP blog for Maestro Forte from "Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas" Occasional NSFW. Tracks the tag: courtcomposer

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takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?

I don’t know you, okay?  You’re a stranger to me.  I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I?  No, no I did not.  How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?

Let me tell you what you’re going to do.  You’re going to shut this book right now.  Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.

What?  I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean.  You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark.  Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known.  Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages.  Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?

I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice.  I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before.  The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.

Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile.  Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE. 

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so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

(via goodgirlforthegrasshopper)

courtcomposer:

I smirked and gave a dark chuckle, enjoying the fear in the girl’s eyes. “The Leviathan is a simple beast, my dear… Our bargain is a modest one… Funny, isn’t it?… How little one’s soul means once you’re facing eternity in a Hellish limbo?… Life was the easy choice, but I…

I laughed, crossing my arms as I sat atop a nearby table. “Yes… he makes for quite the lovely companion… After all, what better way to enjoy an oceanside château than with an aquatic pet?… My voracious little monster has had many names over the years… The Vikings called him Jörmungandr… The Greeks christened him Charybdis… The Brits, Devil-Fish… The Jews knew him as Leviathan and to the Finnish, he was Kraken… ((said the traditional way, like Crahh-kin)) To me, however, he answers to the name of Octave…”

courtcomposer:

"Oh, a little here, a little there…" I gave a dark chuckle, reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a jet-black scroll tied with a blood-red ribbon. With a slight smirk, I handed it to the girl; the writing on the paper emitting an eerie green glow the same shade as my…

I smirked and gave a dark chuckle, enjoying the fear in the girl’s eyes. “The Leviathan is a simple beast, my dear… Our bargain is a modest one… Funny, isn’t it?… How little one’s soul means once you’re facing eternity in a Hellish limbo?… Life was the easy choice, but I wanted more… In exchange for offering up small sacrifices every moon to Dagon and Hydra, I received one thousand additional years of life, the guarantee I will never age another day, and the return of all my magical abilities from under the enchantment… Oh, and a *laughs* new little pet…”

gamingartandlove:

So uh, I haven’t seen this on my dash, but check out this kickstarter!

They’re waterballoons that SELF TIE, make a HUNDRED at a time, AND AND they’re biodegradablee!! Seriously why isn’t this all over my dash yet??

They’ve already reached WAY over their goal, but you can still get some early bird deliveries for an early start of the water balloon madness!

(via glitter-tornado)

courtcomposer:

"I think not, my dear…” I grinned and playfully stabbed the tip of my dagger into the table, leaving the blade and handle sticking out of the wooden frame. “You see, I’ve found I rather like it here, and I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon…” Chuckling, I stood up, my…

"Oh, a little here, a little there…" I gave a dark chuckle, reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a jet-black scroll tied with a blood-red ribbon. With a slight smirk, I handed it to the girl; the writing on the paper emitting an eerie green glow the same shade as my musical magic. "I believe THIS should answer all your questions…"

courtcomposer:

"I think not, my dear…” I grinned and playfully stabbed the tip of my dagger into the table, leaving the blade and handle sticking out of the wooden frame. “You see, I’ve found I rather like it here, and I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon…” Chuckling, I stood up, my…

"Oh, a little here, a little there…" I gave a dark chuckle, reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a jet-black scroll tied with a blood-red ribbon. With a slight smirk, I handed it to the girl; the writing on the paper emitting an eerie green glow the same shade as my musical magic. "I believe THIS should answer all your questions…"

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Dean Martin - That’s Amore

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iwannagiveyousomethingbetter:

If you don’t like musicals, you should remember that Cosette, Miranda Priestley, James Bond, Leonard’s mom, Dr. Erik Selvig, Howard Stark, Molly Weasley and Mr. Darcy sing Abba songs in Greece.

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“Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’”


~ Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via katamarang)

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WARNING:
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Do not tell people to kill themselves
Do not make light of another’s issues
Do not tell someone they are a horrible writer
Do not tell someone they are worthless
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Thank you for reading this, and even more if you also follow these principles.

shibusenwitchdoctor:

WARNING:

This mun defends all friends/fellow bloggers.
If I see a bully anon I am inclined to say something to refute the cruel words.

Do not tell people to kill themselves

Do not make light of another’s issues

Do not tell someone they are a horrible writer

Do not tell someone they are worthless

Do not tell someone to leave Tumblr

Do not tell someone to leave a fandom

Do not bully.

Unfollow is always an option if you dislike how someone runs their blog/what they post. There is no reason to be a douchebag about it. Simply click the button and leave them be. There is a difference in constructive criticism and flat-out cruelty. Choose words carefully, as they are very powerful tools.

Thank you for reading this, and even more if you also follow these principles.

(via goodgirlforthegrasshopper)

courtcomposer asked:

"Is this a date?..."

lionessofthelord:

courtcomposer:

lionessofthelord:

Send “Is this a date?” for my character’s response.

"It is if you want it to be~"

Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, I chuckled and took the woman’s hand in my own, giving it a gentle kiss as I raised my wine glass in a toast. “To an unorthodox, but completely lovely date, then…”

"Heh, sounds like fun." She grins as she sips her wine.

I laughed and sipped from my own glass, setting it down and glancing at my surroundings. “So tell me, my dear… Of all the locations for a date,id why THIS place?…”

courtcomposer asked:

"Is this a date?..."

lionessofthelord:

Send “Is this a date?” for my character’s response.

"It is if you want it to be~"

Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, I chuckled and took the woman’s hand in my own, giving it a gentle kiss as I raised my wine glass in a toast. “To an unorthodox, but completely lovely date, then…”

thempress:

People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers”  your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am. 

You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you. 

(via the-shy-saiyan)