#vienna mignonne

[vallerianella]

some late april-june doodles of an alnst au I cooked up w friends ^_^ - pardon the outfit inconsistencies, it started as slotting in ocs into canon charas and then creating roles and stories independently www

[lesser-known-composers]

Eduard Schütt - Selected Works for Piano

00:00 Scenes Pantomimiques Op.48 - Prelude (Andrea Bambace) 15:57 Schutt/Strauss - The kiss Waltz (Mark Hambourg) 20:05 Etude mignonne Op.16 No.1 (Frank Merrick) 22:44 Schutt/Strauss - Wiener Blut Op.354 (Cyprien Katsaris) 28:26 Canzonetta Op.28 N.2 (Jeffrey Biegel) 31:02 "Solitude" from Pages Intime Op.68 No.5 (Andrea Bambace) 33:42 "Petites Arabesque" from Pages Intime Op.68 No.6 (Andrea Bambace) 35:32 Reverie-Romance from Papillons d'amour Op.59 No.4 (Andres Bambace) 39:54 Valse - A la bien aimeé from Papillons d'amour  Op.59 No.2 (Jeffrey Biegel) 45:09 Reverie from Silhouettes-Portraits Op.34 No.5 (Alexander Raab) 48:15 Schutt/Strauss - Tales from the Vienna Woods Op.325 (Cyprien Katsaris)

*Please note that the recording of Mark Hambourg lacks the first page of the beginning of the piece.

[mary-tudor]

“Louis Auguste was the fourth child and second surviving son of Louis XV's eldest son, the Dauphin Louis of France and his second wife Maria Josepha of Saxony, who was affectionately known as 'Pepa'. The royal couple had been considered unusual at Versailles for their domestic harmony and frank and open adoration of each other in a court where it was considered bad form to be openly affectionate towards one's spouse.

The Dauphin was a complicated character: he wrote to a friend that his soul was 'always gay' and indeed there was a liveliness and cheerfulness about him that made his company much sought after. However, he had also inherited the morbid nature of his parents Louis XV and his devout Polish wife Marie Leszczynska and was obsessed with death and dying, much as his cousin Isabella of Parma had been during her time in Vienna. His mother kept the skull of the delightful courtesan Ninon de Lenclos on her desk, garlanded with flowers (....). She called it 'Ma chère mignonne'.

It is recorded that in the early days of their marriage, the young Saxony princess Maria Josepha had been horrified to witness her new husband and his sisters spending evenings dressed in black and walking slowly around a dim candlelit room murmuring 'I am dead, I am dead, I am dead' in a continuation of a favourite game from childhood. It all seemed a bit weird and unacceptably morbid to a young princess who adored dancing, laughing, being outdoors, having fun and celebrating life.

It didn't help matters that the young Dauphin had been married once before, to the pretty Infanta Maria Teresa Rafaela of Spain, who was four years his senior. The court had giggled behind their spangled and painted fans at the young's bride unfashionable red hair, but the Dauphin had fallen immediately ans violently in love with her and was thrilled when she became pregnant. 'I can hardly believe that I am so soon to become a father!', he wrote to a friend, his delight echoing that of every young father throughout the centuries.

Maria Teresa gave birth to a daughter Marie-Thérèse in July 1746 and died four days later. Her young husband, just sixteen years old at this time, was genuinely devastated with courtiers likening his grief to that of ‘an inconsolable child’, which in many ways he was. The little princess, his only link with his deceased love, was to live for just two years and would die in April 1748 after being given an emertic in an attemp to alleviate the pain of teething.

No one knew quite what to expect when the Dauphin was married again, this time to Maria Josepha, and she must have been quite perturbed when on their wedding night he collapsed in tears into her arms and sobbed about his dead wife, which must have been somewhat awkward to say the last. The marriage seemed doomed to failure until the Dauphin caught smallpox and his little wife insisted on nursing him back to health herself. It is said she took such great care of him that a short sighted doctor (...) said to the Dauphin, ‘You have an excellent little nurse there. Never get rid of her’. The Dauphin made a full recovery and filled with gratitude, he fell in love at last with his wife.

The young couple enjoyed a blissful life together, almost a second honeymoon in fact, and were to be seen at their devotions together in the Versailles chapel every morning, before taking the air together on the terrace by the Orangerie. 

They shared exactly the same tastes for music, reading and gardening and loved to spend their time together. The Dauphin was a talented musician and played the violin, organ and spinet as well as singing in a very fine baritone. (...) He was also a talented actor, capable of reducing an audience to fits of uncotrollable laughter with his comedic roles.

(...) Both were keen philanthropists, who loved to assist the needy and were generous givers to charity. They gave instructions to their children’s tutors that the princes and princesses should be taken to the houses of the needy so that they could see for themselves how the poor lived.

‘They must learn to weep. A prince who has never shed any tears cannot be good’, the Dauphin explained.

He was also very fond of taking his sons to view the baptismal register of the parish of Versailles, where their names were written alongside those of more humble infants. 

‘Look my children, look at your names written after the name of a pauper. The only thing that can establish any difference between you is virtue’, he would say. 

(...) When Louis Auguste was born in the Dauphine’s bedchamber on the ground floor of Versailles in the boiling hot summer of 1754, the royal nursery at the palace was already home to Marie Zéphyrine, who was born in August 1750 and Louis Joseph, who was born in September 1751. Another son, Xavier, had recently died in February 1754 at the age of six months. 

(...) Their new son was born at quarter to seven and immediately passed into the care of Madame de Marsan, who was already governess to his elder brother the Duc de Bourgogne (...).”

From: “Marie Antoinette: An Intimate History”, by Melanie Clegg.

[vallerianella]

hiii yoomf can i ask for 💐 with plume / vienna and suji / vial :>

throwing in mirror crystalball emoji too ofc if u feel inclined <3

omg merry chrimmy oomf 😇 🙏 many blessings

putting suji vial under the cut bc they're them hfhufgh

[vallerianella]

drafts of ocs i've had stewing for a while ^^' some are canon and some are friend's fandorms :>

[vallerianella]

🤭doodle dump ft. some friends ocs because i keep forgetting to post here... trying to be more active again 🙇‍♀️

[vallerianella]

the bonus extra art I forgot to put here lol... random scraps of behind the scenes for fun ^_^

some late april-june doodles of an alnst au I cooked up w friends ^_^ - pardon the outfit inconsistencies, it started as slotting in ocs into canon charas and then creating roles and stories independently www

[siphoklansan]

OH MY GOD THE DESIGNS ARE BEAUTIFUL SLAY?????

drafts of ocs i've had stewing for a while ^^' some are canon and some are friend's fandorms :>