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pufferfishartblogorsth · 8 months

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six fanarts uwe krögers challenge

left to right: Archbishop Colloredo (Mozart!), Count Taaffe (Rudolf: Affaire Mayerling), Cardinal Richelieu (Drei Musketiere), Death (Elisabeth), Joe Gillis (Sunset Boulevard), Inspector Javert (Les Misérables)

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wickedthing · 3 months

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*cue wie kann es moglich sein*

#yeah I drew them again. whatever #mozart das musical #colloredo #mark seibert #oedo kuipers #(in case anyone was looking for actor specific fanart?? idk #samael does art #european musicals #euromusical

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fitzrove · 11 months

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My favourite part of every euromusical is where a guy is crawling on the floor and potentially weeping (3 Musketiere, Elisabeth, TdV, MLOR; in spirit also Rebecca and Mozart) and we need more woemn to do that (but!!!! NOT because a man was mean to them!! I want them to have soulshredding existential crises that I can go 'haha gay' about)

#inspired by:#alfred tdv #colloredo #richelieu #kronprinz rudolf #maxim #who else #wearing heels optional #musicals #theatre #honorary mention: nautilus #even tho vater is just daddy issues #and the character is probably not crawlign on the floor #i would stage it so he was though

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whatsaconsequence · 1 year

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Can't stop, won't stop <333

#my handsome boy #mark seibert #fürst colloredo #hieronymus von colloredo #my art #rebecca das musical #elisabeth musical #mozart! das musical #musicals #musical actor #art #colloredo

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sarcasticdolphin · 2 months

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"Work" And for what feels like the first time in forever, Mozart/Colloredo.

Thank you to the lovely @kristylime for requesting them :)

As usual for my mozartredo Wolfgang is somewhat OOC.

Wolfgang can feel Arco’s scowl. It’s not that he takes joy from it - more a deep satisfaction. For all his lordly title the Count is impotent before the Archbishop’s whims, and Colloredo had been ever so clear. Arco could not lay a hand on him. And the Count was likely more familiar than anyone else with what might become of those that disobeyed the Prince-Archbishop.

Which made it rather difficult for Count Arco to drag Wolfgang back inside as he had threatened.

Yes, rather difficult indeed Wolfgang mused as he let his eyes flutter open. The Archbishop’s gardens were vast, but his own favorite place amongst them was the little grove he now occupied.

The trees were large enough to give pleasant shade but small enough that the ground between them was covered with a soft grass that made rather lovely place to rest. Not to nap - that would be a waste of Wolfgang’s precious waking hours - but to gather his thoughts. To let the themes of music weave themselves together in his mind. To let the notes flow onto an imaginary page, all the easier to transcribe in time.

To that end, Wolfgang let his eyes flutter shut. The gardens - and Arco’s sneer - disappeared, leaving him along with the warmth of the air, the firmness of the ground, and the music in his mind. The jaunty little pastoral tune that filled his thoughts isn’t on that Wolfgang loves all that much - it’s too cliche. Too typical. He is a prince amongst musicians - even Colloredo had to admit as such. But the tunes melds and shifts in his mind. Perhaps a lively little quartet, or even a concerto. Or even-

Wolfgang grimaces. It’s not that he owes Colloredo a Mass - for all the pompous nature of the Prince-Archbishop, His Highness has Wolfgang on a remarkably long leash so long as he regularly produces music. And it is the Masses that hold Colloredo’s attention the longest, though the chamber music is a close second. Wolfgang for his part prefers Opera. The church has its rules and as much as Wolfgang cares little for the abstractions of some pope who died a thousand years ago, he takes more than a little pleasure in perfecting the exactness of the Mass while still making it clear the music was his - bound only because he allowed it, not on the whim of the pope.

“Wolfgang.” Arco’s sneer is clear in his tone. It’s not that Wolfgang particularly likes hearing his name on the Count’s rough and nasal voice - no one would ever imagine that the Count was even a passable singer - but Wolfgang’s name is a marked improvement over other things he had called Wolfgang in the past. Still, the echoes of mockery linger in Wolfgang’s ears. Fürstin.

“His Highness is expecting you.”

That has Wolfgang’s lips quirking up as he hums. “No. I’m working.”

Arco doesn’t sputter - he would have once, but he seems overly used to Wolfgang’s antics. How tragic, Wolfgang thinks. He will have to come up with some other way to throw the Count off balance. “A rather odd way of composing without quill, parchment, or piano.”

The retort is predictable, and Wolfgang can’t resist the implied insult. He doesn’t lose at anything, after all. “I wouldn’t expect an unlearned churl such as yourself to understand. A quill, parchment, even a piano is useless without the mind to bring the music into being.” It’s not that Arco is totally unlearned in truth, but his ear for music was beyond hopeless.

Colloredo’s, on the other hand? Wolfgang gave a soft shiver. The Archbishop’s ear was the only one in all of Austria that came close to matching his own. It was just as well - the piano Colloredo kept in his quarters was always perfectly in tune.

“Wolfgang.” Arco was well and truly annoyed now. Good. Well, good that he was annoyed. Wolfgang was rather vexed that the Count insisted on speaking once more. He was imagining Colloredo’s voice - a melodic tenor that could reasonably be called angelic. And it was rather rude of Arco to interfere with the lovely picture that Wolfgang had been painting in his mind.

The lively little melody would go to a string quartet. The other melody that had been skulking about the edges of Wolfgang’s mind would be for solo piano.

As much as Wolfgang had once reveled in the praise of the world, there was something utterly hollow about it. Fake. He’d never admit it to Colloredo, but perhaps the Prince-Archbishop had been right, if only to a degree. The masses might praise his music, but they didn’t understand it. Colloredo, on the other hand? Colloredo knew Wolfgang - and his music. Knew them in a way no one else did. And Colloredo understood Wolfgang’s music in a way no one else did. The velvet-clad, honeyed words that Wolfgang adored so were proof enough of that.

Different from the raucous applause of a public premiere, certainly. And so much more addicting.

Arco chose that moment - as Wolfgang was imagining Colloredo’s strong hands on him as he murmured the praise that Wolfgang coveted more than anything else into his ear, meant for them alone - to shift on his feet. The noise of Arco’s shoes on the little loose stones was grating.

Perhaps, the thought comes into Wolfgang’s mind, he should write a comic opera. One about a particularly imbecilic Count.

“Now, Wolfgang.” Said Count almost sounds worried. Then again, they both know that Colloredo’s willingness to punish Wolfgang is generally non-existent. But when it comes Arco, on the other hand? The Prince-Archbishop has a reputation to maintain.

“Hush. My mind is filled with music, and ever so hard at work.” The truth, to an extent. Though Wolfgang’s mind had begun to wander from the music back to the Prince.

Colloredo was handsome - no one would ever deny that - and Wolfgang is one of the few who had gotten to properly inspect the Archbishop’s beautiful face up close. One could not be faulted for thinking the Prince was a marble statue come to life.

And his strength. Wolfgang arches his back almost unconsciously. For all Colloredo is far too gentle with him for Wolfgang’s tastes, there is something about how calmly firm and confident the Prince’s grasp is. Any time Wolfgang is within the Prince’s arms he has no hope of escaping save for by the Archbishop’s will. Not that he ever wants to - Colloredo’s words alone are as amber, fixing Wolfgang in his grasp.

There is another noise from Arco - the Count muttering something under his breath. Wolfgang for his part is too caught up in his musings on and memories of Colloredo to care what childish insult the Count has chosen this time. But he certainly gives a proper yelp as Arco seizes Wolfgang by the wrist and hauls him to his feet, half-dragging him down the path, back toward Colloredo’s sprawling palace.

#mozart/colloredo #colloredo #yes I left this on a cliffhanger #cause I also want to know what happens next #this is my trying to make sure you get more of these two #my fic #mark seibert is a gorgeous human being #and as always he is my colloredo choice #and odeo's Mozart just seems the type who would thirst after him #while composing/resting #he's a good multitasker lol

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waitwtfismylife · 5 days

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some of you have never looked archbishop hieronymus von colloredo in the eye and told him to kiss your ass and it shows.

#mozart das musical #mozart #colloredo #oedo kuipers #mark seibert #european musicals #musical theatre

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donatellarte75 · 1 year

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Pozzo del Castello di Colloredo di Monte Albano (Ud). Olio su tela gessata 60x60 cm Castle of Colloredo di Monte Albano, Udine, Italy. Oil on gesso canvas 60x60 cm #pittura #pitturaolio #pitturaoliosutela #pitturaoliosutelaitalia #paintings #colloredo #colloredodimontealbano #oilpaint #oilpaintings #oilpainting #oilpaintingart #oilpaintingoncanvas #oilpaintingoninstagram #castellodicolloredo #castellodicolloredodimontealbano #pozzo #pozzodelcastello #château #puitsdeau #puitsdeau💧 #waterwell #castlewaterwell #brunnen #schloss #schlossbrunnen @mondoartista https://www.instagram.com/p/CLNd0hWrIxG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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sad-and-t1red · 6 months

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a 100% correct mozart! das musical relationship chart brought to you by me ✌️

(source, inspired by fitzrove tdv post)

#mozart das musical #european musicals #yes nannerl/waldstätten is heavily implied and actually canon (in original vienna production) why are you asking #also sometimes im thinking about constanze/colloredo being mozart's worst nightmare in 2020 korean production and yeah me too #mzt!

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klqdraws · 10 months

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I wasn't Planning on drawing him, but it just Sorta Happened

Anyway, I may be mlor brainrot but Mozart! Colloredo has always had a chokehold on my psyche

#mozart! das musical #based on Son Junho colloredo because my colloredo fixation was directly started by that man

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marcogiovenale · 18 days

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13 aprile, recanati: "né di sospiri è degna la terra" - giacomo leopardi e carmelo bene

@ Museo Villa Colloredo Mels via Gregorio XII – Recanati Né di sospiri è degna la terra. Carmelo Bene/Giacomo Leopardi. Dal 13 aprile (ore 17:00), alla Torre del Borgo di Recanati, un’imperdibile mostra di fotografie inedite, curata da Andrea Balietti e Claudio Fazzini, racconterà l’incontro tra Giacomo Leopardi e Carmelo Bene. https://www.facebook.com/events/1172401840795942 12 Settembre…

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aldemochizuki · 1 year

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除夕夜画邵除夕的产物

只是想画邵hc而已！以及骗人来看匈扎（？

免责声明：百分之八十是临摹JohnMGreiter的那张科洛雷多，我只是拙劣地模仿。

#fanart #hungarian musical #szabó p. szilveszter #hieronymus von colloredo #mozart! das musical

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wickedthing · 4 months

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a piece of you still lives inside me

#GUESS WHO REWATCHED MOZART DAS MUSICAL #as someone who laments how small euromusical fandoms are I’m here to provide more food for the 3 of you who are still alive #colloredo fr single-handedly dragged me into musical hell #mozart das musical #colloredo #samael does art

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fitzrove · 7 months

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the musical

#theres lots of other themes too ahdhsjfj but i enjoy mark colloredo he's such a freak #also i imagine mozart is not saying that appreciatively oajufjhsjfjsk #musicals #theatre #meme #also if this has already been done i apolgoise

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raydioactivegeorg · 1 year

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new mor songs just dropped. apparently

#i think if colloredo got like. a villain song in mor or smth it would be petit reve. and it would be about how stupid mozart is

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sarcasticdolphin · 1 month

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Mozart/Colloredo "Think (of me)"

This is the third part of the idea that I came up with after @kristylime suggested them.

This one is actually like full on smut for half of it and the riding crop actually gets used this time around.

So to no one's surprise, under the cut.

It’s already well past sunset when Wolfgang slips into Colloredo’s quarters. Said quarters are rather well lit compared to the dimness of much of the rest of the palace.

The Prince-Archbishop is out of the black garb he had worn earlier, and now wearing the purple and bold robe.

“You have a rather interesting definition of sunset, Wolfgang.” The Archbishop doesn’t turn away from the window, instead picking up a glass of whiskey from a side table and taking a sip.

“No, Highness. I was composing and I-” Wolfgang trails off. They’ve been through this before.

“Mmmmm?” Colloredo hums. And instruction, and a command.

“I lost track of time, Highness. I was caught up in the music.”

Colloredo does turn then, eyes raking over Wolfgang. His chest is bare underneath the purple and gold robe, looking more like chiseled marble than flesh. “Caught up in the music, you say.” The archbishop puts the whiskey down and takes a few lazy steps toward Wolfgang. “Thinking of nothing else.”

“Yes, Highness.” Wolfgang isn’t sure what to look at. They are alone, but it still feels odd to meet the Prince-Archbishop’s eyes. Colloredo solves Wolfgang’s problem by nodding to the piano. A silent command.

And Wolfgang relaxes as he sits at the piano bench, letting his fingers run over the keys before he begins to play. The tune he had been composing wasn’t a terribly difficult one, at least technically, and Wolfgang’s mind wandered as a result. Just as it had that afternoon as Wolfgang worked the harmonies out.

The song isn’t a long one, and Wolfgang is done soon enough, letting the last chord linger before he withdraws his fingers from the keys. It is only then that he notices the Archbishop just beside him.

“You really are in your own world with the music, thinking of nothing else.” Colloredo’s hand ever so gently strokes Wolfgang’s cheek, tilting the musician’s head so their eyes meet. Wolfgang finds Colloredo’s tone to be something between a sort of wonder and an amused understanding, though perhaps there is something more. Deeper. The prince can be hard to read at times, and Wolfgang far preferred reading music to people.

“Yes, Highness.” Wolfgang’s words are more whispered than spoken. Colloredo might be pompous, but he could also be so very perceptive.

“Perhaps I ought to ensure you think of me.” Wolfgang’s tongue wets his lips as he catches a little exhale. But there is no way Colloredo has missed it, even as his hand drifts from Wolfgang’s cheek. The Prince-Archbishop has the top button of Wolfgang’s shirt undone soon enough. “Off.” It is unmistakably a command. “And get on the bed.”

Wolfgang’s attention remains hyper-focused on Colloredo as the other man takes a few steps, retrieving something from another side table, but his limbs obey Colloredo, shedding the loose white shirt and his shoes, then clambering into the bed.

It is just as sinfully luxurious as it had looked, and Wolfgang lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment, until the bed dips beside him and something smooth traces over his cheek. Smooth like leather.

“Over.”

Wolfgang does as he is commanded, turning over onto his back, and lets his arms sprawl above his head. It is the riding crop in Colloredo’s hands.

“Wolfgang, Wolfgang, Wolfgang. Whatever shall I do with you?” Colloredo traces over Wolfgang’s chest with the riding crop, drawing little designs - some simple shapes, but also what could be notes. Music. Is Colloredo’s mind also ruled by the tunes that Wolfgang knows so well? “I told you to be here at sunset, and you were late. I ought to punish you for that. But the music was ever so lovely. And you ought to be rewarded for that.”

“Hit me.” Wolfgang can barely believe he managed to articulate it even as his own voice rings in his ears. At once the smooth ticklish motion of the riding crop stops and Colloredo seems broken from his own musings.

For a long moment there is silence, broken by a sensation that Wolfgang can’t quite put words to at his left nipple. He moans and arches his back on instinct. “Highness.” He breathes. It is almost a prayer, and Colloredo understands well enough. More.

The second strike - to his right nipple this time - is harder, and Wolfgang finds his hands going into fists even as he tries his hardest to keep them in place.

Wolfgang isn’t counting - his mind is far too lost in the alternating sensations of the strikes and the gentle soothing of the cool leather as it traces over his chest.

“So sensitive.” The Archbishop’s words are punctuated by another strike, and Wolfgang moans once more. Yes. He’s always been sensitive. But this - his thoughts are interrupted by another strike, and his mind focuses on the crop. And on Colloredo. On the coolness of the leather and the heat of the archbishop’s hands as they glide over his chest. First from nipple to nipple, tweaking both of them and drawing more moans. Wolfgang is ever so sensitive. But then drifting lower, dipping into Wolfgang’s trousers, and grasping his member. His rather hard member, though he hadn’t realized it before, still so caught up in the sensations of the riding crop.

“Over.” The command is soft - more breathed in Wolfgang’s ear than anything - and full of promise.

Wolfgang obeys, and the Archbishop is on his a moment later, nipping at his neck, fiery chest plastered against his back, weight firm and unyielding above him. Their hips roll in concert - smoothly at a rhythm of the prince’s choosing. The feeling is divine, and Wolfgang muses that it must be some form of heaven.

So it is no surprise that he whimpers as Colloredo pulls away. But he is pleased again soon enough as the Prince-Archbishop pulls their trousers down and oiled fingers begin to prepare Wolfgang. Colloredo’s words from earlier ring in his mind once more. Think of me.

And as the Prince-Archbishop’s oiled member finally presses into him, Wolfgang can imagine nothing else, purring at the sensation.

“Mine.” Once he would have scoffed, have run from such a possessive declaration, especially by one such as Colloredo who could so easily make it a reality.

“Yours.” Now, though? Colloredo’s possession is all-encompassing and Wolfgang wants nothing more.

The Prince-Archbishop’s hips snap forward, thrusting into Wolfgang with abandon even as Colloredo’s teeth return to Wolfgang’s neck, nipping harder.

“Yours.” Wolfgang repeats the mantra. “Highness.” Sometimes he manages the honorific as well. But Wolfgang suspects that Colloredo has other things on his mind.

He’s almost at his peak when the prince’s hand comes tight around his member.

“You’ll think of me from now on, won’t you? Come when I call you?”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours!” Wolfgang would have said anything, but his half-coherent words please the Archbishop enough that Colloredo’s hand releases him and he spills his seed at last.

For his part Colloredo doesn’t stop, fucking Wolfgang through his incoherent oversensitivity until he has his own pleasure and Wolfgang feels the seed within him.

The weight above him is pleasant as he comes down from his high, and it feels so secure. Like he belongs in a way he hadn’t for so much of his life.

Colloredo does drag him off to the bath after some minutes, but on some level it is a blur. Wolfgang is tired, and in this he’s more than happy for the Archbishop to do as he wills.

They are back in the bed soon enough, and Wolfgang is asleep in Colloredo’s arms only moments later.

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He sits gingerly the next morning, the soreness still present and Colloredo’s words heavy on his mind. Think of me. Wolfgang shifts, letting his back arch just a touch. How could he not?

#mozart/colloredo #my fic #mozartredo #I'm not sure exactly what their ship name is #cultverse if up next

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earthly-apples · 1 year

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Has become Uwe-Colloredo fan honestly ignore the beard (although I admit it has kind of grown on me) and he’s SOOO AMAZING every detail every move I could rip it into tiny pieces eat his performance once twice thrice and put them together only to repeat the cycle again.

The 1999 prod of Mozart! is amazing. They shouldn’t have cut Der rote Rock, shouldn’t have changed Der Prinz is fort, did Nannerl dirty! 😤 The 15 and later prods are still very enjoyable but the ORIGINAL👀👀👀👀

#and this is just from watching all blurry Uwe Colloredo clips and playing the cast CD on repeat #I don’t even dislike Weber family song now #still not a huge fan but it’s fun to listen to how they made the orchestration sound sluggish #ok. I might like it a bit more than I admit.

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