Mozart~

Why didnt they keep this dialogue in the movie I find it hysterical

"Show me your penis and I'll stop yelling" ahh mozart

Throwback to when i saw this on a whiteboard at school and flipped out...i wish I knew who these people are theyre so real❤️

I always wondered why he looked so tiny here and then realized its because there's a giant ass wall behind him

Or, maybe because he's small and insignificant.

You sound angry Monsieur~

here have some Küchen:33

No one would care if you died again, Monsieur~

Mwa Tata now Good Sire

I require much...finer taste in company

I always wondered why he looked so tiny here and then realized its because there's a giant ass wall behind him

Or, maybe because he's small and insignificant.

#it is in the middle of the night and i have just made a split second decision #Mozart Nation?#Arise.#The time of this post means sometbing by the way.

You sound angry Monsieur~

here have some Küchen:33

//In the big 2026 that post is still gathering so many reblogs XD

A fool's desire,

to be carved from the fig tree

and brushed with gold,

to be held with high worth and Emperor's favour.

A dead composer casts notes of

melancholy into the River Styx,

a yew sapling planted near his grave.

flowerpowergoth

I got inspired by this fic by @areyouscaredyet to draw Mozart and Salieri as as a Raven and the Canary :D

well-there-it-is

Addressing the matter of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's unfortunate death

I am quite sad to announce that one of my composers has passed suddenly over the night. I shall not be halting festivities for the pleasures of my people, but I do wish to remind us all that Death is imminent and every last moment should be thoroughly enjoyed. Grace upon you, Wolfgang.

Signed,

Joseph Benedikt Anton Michael Adam

#emperor joseph #wolfgang amadeus mozart #amadeus 1984

#too many notes #amadeus 1984

On the current topic of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

It apears he has died. A pity, really. Although the two of us were never really close... in fact, we hated each other... in fact, our last interaction was me celebrating his death... I do offer my condolences to the wife and two young boys he has left behind. I do not feel guilt for the way I treated him in life, as I believe I was justified in my actions.

I will NOT be attending his funeral, as I frankly could not care less, and out of respect for the dead... being as no one wants their enemy at their funeral (I would be one of many for him.)

Again, my condolences to his (very few) loved ones.

Sincerely,

Count Franz Xaver Wolfgang von Orsini-Rosenberg

Bells toll in the distance. Christmas Bells - but only some feel jovial.

The news spreads fast. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart The Child Prodigy died of acute liver failure and alcohol poisoning.

A pauper's funeral. An unmarked mass grave. Only the gravediggers who saw promise of fresh limb turned up to mourn.

The Palace of Schönbrunn - lit up with festivities and musicians from unveiled places doesn't notice. The Houses of Mozart are quiet - unendlessly so.

The Requiem lies half broken on the floor, last haunting notes of a Ghost brought to life spilling forth into a sea of ink, staining half the pages black as dusk. It was never finished.

God's flute finally split in two at his own desperate use, trying to make music out of a muse that is broken.

#mozart #amadeus #amadeus 1984 #Mozarts death #part 3 #final part

cookbookbutch

Your merciful God. He destroyed his own beloved, rather than let a mediocrity share in the smallest part of his glory.

Amadeus (1984), dir. Miloš Forman

#mozart #amadeus #amadeus 1984 #mozart's insanity

Thank God!

#..what?#mozart #amadeus

You are so cute as a Papa, Herr Mozart 🥹

My baby boys...mein Franz..

Back to the good days...

#mozart #amadeus #amadeus 1984 #mozart's insanity #wolfgang amadeus mozart

He preferred it when the lucidity slipped through his fingers, the ever welcoming burn of pauper’s wine down his throat taking the edge off the building discomfort in his side. So when the fear gripped him once more, the ill-fated musician tipped back glass after glass until the memories faded once more.

He was never sober. Not really - he would have been drunk off the mere presence of an audience in front of his masterpiece, his Opera, before realising that his own pitiful cheers echoed through an otherwise empty space. Cheers interrupted by coughs and shaky inhalations of the very air that seemed to poison his success.

Maybe he was poisoned from the start.

That thought was chased by another long swig straight from the bottle.

Chills racked his entire body - the glass tinking against the wall as he was forced to lean against it. Not even Stanzi’s vows of forever stayed with him now. Alone and tipsy through the night - praying, begging, hoping that his God would not send his Angel.

Some small mercy, the draft on the back of his neck at all times to remind him of his fate.

The Requiem, not yet completed, lay on the edge of the weathered piano - a frail breeze enough to scatter the notes back into the air he snatched them from.

He dared not touch it.

A sharp stab of pain erupted in his side, eliciting an involuntary wheeze of shock from his lungs. It pounded with unsung agony - and if he had the thought to fear he would have guessed his ribs were cracking in on themselves.

Over-dramatic - like always.

The lights swam in front of his eyes, the familiar blanket of dread draping heavy around his shoulders - forcing him down, down to the floor.

It seemed his God wasn’t listening anymore.

“Bitte…bitte nicht Mein Herr. It’s not finished…more time, more time I beg of you!”

It seemed to speak, muffled and rasping Death.

“Wolfgang.”

A whine escaped him.

He felt a hand, too cold to be real but too solid to be a figment, resting upon the back of his neck. Did His Messenger mean to choke the Holy breath bestowed upon him from his lungs?

God-blessed help him now.