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zareleonis · 6 months
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the furina callas parallels make me ILL!!!
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blackswaneuroparedux · 11 months
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Art is domination. It's making people think that for that precise moment in time there is only one way, one voice. Yours.
- Maria Callas
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vintage-archive · 1 year
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Maria Callas in her dressing room at the Metropolitan Opera House, November 1956
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wyldblunt · 1 year
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...okay so after a solid week of "too busy for gw art :(" i was possessed body and soul and ended up pounding out the roughs for an entire 12-page prologue to the long form oc comic i have been. thinking about over and over for a long time oops.
these are like the roughest of the rough and i should probably be holding them back until i have more stuff done and i'm actually ready to start posting but??? im just too hyped to stop myself. so here it is. [merrit voice] i hate mondays
remaining 8 pgs are under the cut, ⚠ cw blood, violence, murder
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...and then we're gonna smash cut to lorelei in the grove like, rolling around on picnic blankets with their friends and frolicking with baby fawns and stuff. you know. the two different flavors of Sylvari Vibes
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iloveopera9 · 5 months
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moonsweetswirl · 7 months
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no one has ever considered that neuvillette was in love with callas btw.
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mote-historie · 8 months
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Imogen Cunningham, Callas, 1925
Silver Gelatin Estate Print
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mikopikopon · 8 months
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Navia's dad is sexy as fuck. No wonder Neuvillette fucked him.
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glvssviscera · 8 months
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Hello Neuvillas nation I’m out of my goddamn mind
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battleonthebigbridge · 8 months
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Ah :")
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When my enemies stop hissing, I shall know I'm slipping.
- Maria Callas
Maria Callas at La Scala takes a well deserved curtain call for La Somnambular, a revival of the Luchino Visconti production in March 1957.
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salamiwrites · 2 months
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MONSIEUR NEUVILLETTE
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A fun lil poem I cooked up, hope you enjoy <3
Characters mentioned: Neuvillette, Navia, Callas, Arlecchino (nameless)
#masterlist
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“Hydro dragon, oh hydro dragon, please don’t cry,”
sung the people of Fontaine.
Staring at the sky, one may think, why must it rain?
Rain came down in torrents, no one dared to pry.
In the land of justice, one concludes that fairness is a must.
Yet if such is the case, then why is the system so unjust?
Many look on with glee,
when the unfairly charged attempt to flee.
Trials pass, aristocrats come and go.
With parasols in hand and servants in tow,
In sumptuous parties they demand,
They berate and reprimand,
innocents in the stand.
Navia, maiden with the wavy blonde hair,
sits dejected, with pain too much to bear.
The gloomy sky cast a sorry glance, 
tightened fist and clenched jaw, she yelled in agony,
“Neuvillette, how could you simply indulge in song and dance
as my father lost his honour? How could you do this to me?”
Her father- Callas, once a desirable lad,
so much so the citizens of Fontaine deemed it fad.
The abuse he endured, 
being thrown insults or manure,
harmed his psyche for sure.
In the court case before him,
Callas was accused of a severe crime.
Turning the tide? The chances were slim.
Aristocrats sniggered,  “Snitches get stitches, 
while we continue on with our riches.”
Neuvillette’s flame smoulder,
the truth, he wish he had told her,
In truth, indulge in song and dance he did not,
judging Callas fairly was no afterthought.
However, unseen hands forced him onto the ballroom floor.
A Snezhnayan diplomat, what an eyesore.
Contrasting many a crown, headdress, jewel,
She was cunning, conniving and cruel.
The headdresses she wore, oh so grand,
complemented elaborate schemes, 
orchestrated by her manipulative hand.
Contrasting the glimmering necklaces she wore,
Her true nature, a venomous core.
Neuvillette yearned to recoil in disgust,
but maintain diplomatic relations he must.
Thus he feigned pleasure that night,
In time, things will be set right.
With words left hanging in the air,  Neuvilette motioned to leave.
He didn’t understand human emotions, but in select situations- he might deceive.
His mind littered with questions with answers he could not find,
Never seeming to understand, the heart’s mind.
The palais mermonia, such sorrows does it remind-
Neuvillette casts it aside,
and instead sought solace in the tides, 
which crashes and subsides.
“Woe is me, 
Callas’ judgement I couldn’t reprieve,”
“Woe is me,
his body found under the sea.”
He could never look at the ocean the same,
as such, he returned home to take the blame.
Melusines at his beck and call,
gather with unease in the hall.
Such intelligent creatures brought by him,
carrying expressions so grim.
“Monsieur, oh Monsieur, please don’t cry,”
They attempt to mollify.
With gentle words, they tried to ease the pain.
Having emotions, what is there to gain?
The weight of guilt, heavy upon his soul,
encouraged the raging waves to roll.
“Melusines,” He began with a voice so low,
“I failed him, my friend not foe.
I have not done my part,
this decision weighs heavy on my heart.”
Navia, a witness to the dragon’s confession,
ceased her aggression.
Navia, with her spirit proud, 
Joined the fight, her voice clear and loud. 
No longer grieving, she sought to reclaim 
Her father's honour and his rightful name.
Trials held, the truth laid bare,
aristocrats quiver, captured in the snare.
With combined efforts, such fraudulence faded.
Perhaps time will heal the jaded.
With newfound purpose, he pledged to atone,
The innocent, will no longer suffer alone.
Triumphant, the trumpets will sound.
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wyldblunt · 2 years
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lover's gaze
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iloveopera9 · 5 months
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MARÍA CALLAS & FRANCO CORELLI in GIORDANO's Fedora. Teatro alla Scala di Milano, 1957. Color by Nicola de Lafere on Instagram (ALT)
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mynarco · 9 months
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BAJA BLAST
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mote-historie · 10 months
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“Don’t talk to me about rules, dear. Wherever I stay I make the goddam rules.” - Maria Callas
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