this time i wanted to do christine in some cool soprano roles? Because i love her so much
I know my Christines aren’t really consistent but we gotta believe in our hearts thats our girl christine ok yall
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this time i wanted to do christine in some cool soprano roles? Because i love her so much
I know my Christines aren’t really consistent but we gotta believe in our hearts thats our girl christine ok yall

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Your love would name me bitch for the sound of my voice. Villain for the thumping of my heart. Soured and spoilt, the fat sits rancid atop the moulding cream and you-
love him?
love that?
I plucked from the guts of a beast a sweet thing, wide eyed, naïve. Gorgeous. Willing, and meek. Bowing before this bitch.
I sent you a gift, a soft, cushioned boy, his heart stitched into his sleeves. Not a callous on those fingers. Not a snag in that voice.
Just sweetness.
I should have known that sugar rots. Softness gives way to fouling, swollen with the eggs of some ravenous thing, making of the ripest of plums a vessel-
Eating it whole, from the pit to the skin.
You would take it, squirming and fat with puss, and set your lips upon it? You would give tongue and heart and life to that dripping maw?
Never speak again. Never rage again. Never rule, certainly.
How long, you silly thing, until he sees your mother in you? You've my rage, darling. You've my airs.
One day, he will no longer think you beautiful. That bosom will grow cold. He might not yet hear the shriek in your voice, or see the stomping of your feet for what it is, but he will. He will take you, and he will worry at your hems until you unravel.
Oh, sweet girl of crumbling thread and lace, how long until your sweetness, too, will rot? Until you rave and rage against these bars you are letting him stake all around you?
How long, my daughter, until your love names you bitch for the running of your mouth? Villain, for the snarling of your teeth? How long until he steals from you again?
Your father did, after all, and he was so, so sweet when first he took me.
Don't be stupid now, and kill Sarastro.
instead of actually Doing anything abt my dogshit wip novels i filled out these with my ocs (or "ocs" i guess)
is that a fucking the magic flute by wolfgang amadeus mozart fanart
i never posted these

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Opera's Queens - A Feminist Look at Mozart's Magic Flute
Overture to Die Zauberflöte Introduction Hi everyone! The Magical Mythtress is back, this time with a deep dive into some musical culture. That’s right—we’re looking at opera! Mozart’s Die Zauberflöte—The Magic Flute, his second-to-last opera produced and performed during his short 35-year lifetime. This opera holds a special place in my heart—growing up, I wore out my audio cassette tape…
“I think we’re gonna have to kill this guy, Pamina.”
“Damn.”
Jumping on this meme with the Die Zauberflöte characters. Enjoy! Art by me.
To honor both the 233rd anniversary of The Magic Flute's premiere and the late, great baritone Benjamin Luxon, I'm sharing this clip.
"Bei Männern, welche Liebe fühlen," sung by Benjamin Luxon and Felicity Lott. Glyndebourne Festival Opera, 1978, conducted by Bernard Haitink.