#guestmusic

[guest-music-events]

Jazz en Librería-café Byron.

Calle Casanova, 32, 08011 Barcelona

22 de OCTUBRE. 18:30H

Alberto Moreno, piano

Alex flórez, contrabajo

https://youtu.be/A7S3m6eOu5c

www.guestmusic.es

#byron #guestmusic #guestmusicevents #music #librería café byron espaicultural músicaambient concierto jazz músicaenvivo livemusic Bcn stantoni llibreria octubre noviembre

[brknmnds]

@qceensofkings asked:

❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ((for Faustian, from Isa))

"I would hope so." Faustian said looking up from his work, his quill still in his hand as he looked at her with amusement. "You are my wife and we have a daughter together."

#qceensofkings #c;faustian #;;guestmuses #v; Harrypotter

[illdocurai]

        “Naughty Hifumi’s get put in the Hifumi-wriggler!”

#DashCommentary ; #GuestMuse ; Hifumi Izanami

[feralego]

@exspiritment sent 🎉 for a nye kiss

The party fucking blows. Deirdre feels as though she’s the most influential person in the room, which at any other time might be something of a thrill, but it’s New Year’s Eve she has no one to schmooze to; no one to mooch follows and likes from; no one to suck status from to carry into the new year.

Why the hell had she agreed to come to this party, anyway? There’d been rumors of actual celebrities having RSVPed to at least three of the other events she’d been invited to. Yet here she is, and it’s too late to get across town before midnight.

She’s glowering by the window that overlooks Times Square when she sees a familiar face heading in her direction, toward the bathroom. And for a moment, she grins as she recognizes the bag over Spirit’s shoulder as one of her very generous hand-me-downs. Though it looks significantly worse for wear than she remembers.

“Look what the cat coughed up,” she says in lieu of a proper greeting, straining her tinny voice to be heard over the speakers. “Who’d you have to blow to get in here, anyway?”

When Spirit isn’t immediately receptive and continues toward the bathroom, Deirdre steps into her path. It’s almost midnight now, and Deirdre hasn’t missed a New Year kiss in eight years; she’s not breaking her streak tonight.

“Hey, I’m flirting with you, loser.”

Annoyed at the attempted rebuff, she huffs a sigh as she hears the countdown start on the street below. The people inside the apartment buzz around and pair off, and Deirdre slips her arm under Spirit’s and pulls her in close. Her other hand twines itself into her hair, and she stares deep into her reddened eyes and waits for a few seconds more.

Their lips crash together gracelessly in the heat of the moment; just as the ball drops and the fireworks explode and the surprisingly audible fluttering of hundreds of pounds of confetti begin to rain down on the street. And it goes on a fair bit longer than Deirdre had planned, with her backing Spirit up against the floor to ceiling window to really make the kiss stick.

She looks bored, initially, once they separate, and she gives Spirit a quick once over before wetting the blade of her thumb with her tongue and using it to wipe some stray lipstick from the corners of Spirit’s mouth.

At that, she smiles, self-satisfied. And that smile grows further still, bubbling up into brightness and a little giggle before she leans back in to plant a red-lipped kiss against the hollow of Spirit’s cheek. That print, she leaves: it’s perfect.

“Thanks doll. I owe you!”

And with that, Deirdre sashays away from the outer wall and back into the more populated kitchen, where she will stay just long enough to make an impression before she bails.

#guestmuse:// deirdre #too apathetic to put this on the right blog #exspiritment:// deirdre #exspiritment

[plumeriaxskull]

         “You know, I could teach you how to make poisons far deadlier than what your little creatures can produce. Poisons even YOU are not immune too ~”

         “. . . This ain’t your blog. Shoo.”

#GuestMuse ; VilSchoenheit #{ Vil pls }

[lunar-realms]

As suddenly as everything in his world had vanished, it all came crashing back, and Ian is almost certain he would have cried out again if he weren't a lizard. It was all so bright and loud at first which certainly didn't help his throbbing headache. He was about to try uncoiling himself when a finger grazed across his back, making him tighten into himself instead.

"Hey... easy, it's okay now. It's me. I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, Sandglass. I had...something else to take care of first, and you hid yourself pretty well."

That voice... He couldn't believe his ears. Ian's head shot out of the ball he'd coiled himself in and though the light hurt his eyes, he forced himself to look. It didn't take him long to shift back and throw himself into the arms of the other, clinging tightly to him and burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Balthazar..."

"Shhh, I've got you. It's okay now... Let's get you home and have Mia take a look at your head, alright?"

All Ian could do was nod, letting himself be picked up and carried off without a single complaint.

#ic #Ian #guestmuse: Balthazar #verse: The Eternal Sands of Time #magic!anon: blind/deaf/mute #time's up nonnie!

[irrfahrer]

@cnlyluck had asked for a Guestmuse!

“Of course-” Of course, Gof had noticed, was the favorite phrase of the Twi’ lek and the translation device that usually so eagerly recorded all kinds of words that could be than remixed to translate her Shyriiwook into Galactic Basic was already so fed up with the usage of the others ‘Of course’ that it had shut down recording and filtering through his sentences for words that could be useful for translations like an annoyed office-worker brooding over towers of paperwork. The pink and green lights of the nebula visible above their heads  on the eveningsky dyed the walls of the buildings around them like paint. There were too many people on the streets for Gofs liking, for one because it was making her work harder and also because so many people and their voices and (-thoughts?) -noises, caused a permanent buzzing at the back of her head that was only moments away from turning into a migraine. ”- its more about keeping up an appearence, you know. Of showing who you are and that you are not afraid, you know. Its about beeing as unmoveable as an rock, of course, showing strenght.”, the Twi’ Lek continued and waved with a wide smile over to one of the waitress’ who worked in one of the cantinas framing the sides of the street and that had like all buildings, opned the windows in the early evening so the now finally a little cooler climate could wash inside along with the lights of the  pink, blue, and green nebula above their heads. The Waitress looked up, noticed the Twi’Lek and the second they recognized Gof client, they turned around like a startled fawn and went back inside the uncomfortable hot building. Smart, Gof thought. “Rude”, the Twi’lek said. For a second the smile on his face seemed to strangely askew as if he had put on a mask that needed to be fixed in its place, but then the second ended and he looked back up at the mimicless helmet  of the Wookie, smiling again: “What I mean is, that I need to be seen so my buisness can flourish, you know. If I am no longer seen it is almost as if that stupid Threats against me were working, so as long as I am seen, people think I am in control and well and standing my ground. The unmoveable rock, you know. Like- do you know how hard I have worked to open my casino here? To lure in customers? How much money I have invested already? How much I have invested to bring me in as the person with a good name to myself, who had opned this casino? So here I am, beeing the rock, of course, showing strenght, of course. Your pay is nothing against what I have already invested here! My hard work is going to pay our for me- like can you even imagine how much hard work opening my casino had already been?”

“No.” answered the translating device in the voice of someone the device had once recored before, this time a deep manly voice that almost sounded as threatening as a snarl,  and with that let out suprisingly politely beside the voices unsettling tune around half of the answer of Gof in which she noted that she did not especially cared much about the workings of casinos and gambling-games that went over a friendly round of Sabacc over who was going to pay for the next round of Spotchka. The Twi’Lek flinched mildy, a little unsettled about the recorded voice the translator device had chosen to play over the Mandalorians answer.

“You do know that I can understand shyriiwook ? I leaned it a few years ago, you know, I had a great teacher, the best I can get for credits of course, so of course I would also understand any kind of dialect so don´t worry about that. You know, you can just talk to me directly, it would be a lot of politer, of course. A polite conversation from client to employee.” “No.”, answered the translating device a lot of more politely than the rumbling answer of the Wookie that the device drowned out perfectly. The air was thick and heavy full of the buzzing of the music; laughter of customers and the bright, colourful lights from the cantina windows and advertisement-banners.

Yet there was something else in the air likea smell, no a sillage, and automatically Gof turned her head up, trying to grasp it without even knowing what exactly it was she was trying to point down. Was it a movement- no, too light for that!-,was it a scent?-no, still too , too light!-, was it a thou- ?

The next second Gof had activated her shield, the orange energy flaring up like a sudden flame only to block the sniped blasterbolt that would have perfectly hit through the side of her clients head, cutting through skin, skull and nerves small and sharp like a needle. The translator device jumped into action with its remix of different voices and recordings before Gof had even finished her sentences: “Cover now, please.” Without any further warning she grabbed for the back of the Twi’Leks coat- a pretty coat, a beautiful coat, a coat that she heard ripping like the finest fragile silk it was made off when her hands climbing- claws cut into it as she picked the other up as easy as a linenpuppet with one hand on his back and, with both of them behind the orange shimmering energy- shield, moved swiftly out of the open into one of the cantinas that were drowned in loud noises and bright lights.

#Gof #cnlyluck #V: Guestmuse

[sasaradurude]

#GuestMuse ; Malleus Draconia #[no elaboration jusT TAKE IT]

[mtccrazym]

SASARA BLASTS THIS FROM THE TENT HE IS HIDING IN

#GuestMuse ; Sasara Nurude

[mxndanemagic]

@crownlcsking​ liked for an Evelynn starter~

“What’s the point in making deals with gods if you can’t even get better eyesight from it!?” She was salty about it after all these years. “Contacts are pain to use and magic is tricky to fix eyesight..” 

#guestmuse;evelynn #crownlcsking

[guest-music-events]

"La Corte del Faraón" Tràiler by Guest Music

No deixeu de serguir-nos a:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzB04VYZ4WYb0XUZLgXTG8Q

Us necessitem!!!!

#youtube #guestmusic #sarsuela #zarzuela #lírica #música #lacortedelfaraón

[hughhyuuhue-a]

     “Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu UNOVA!”

    The crowd cheers! ! ! Hayden, Helena & Hazel all wave from their spots on the stage. The three of them all give each other high-fives. What a concert this has been!

“We have oooooooone more song for you, as promised --”        “But no ENCORES, loves!”

          Hugh grins as that voice cuts him off right on queue. The crowd gets quiet, then quietly whispers to each other. That voice was a little familiar to some of the fans? Now how dramatic will this be? 

       Fog covers the stage. The sound of heels clicking can be heard. Then a dramatic FWOOSH as the guest swooshes off their long coat, the fog now swirling and dancing around before a giant X shows up, the fog now clearing up thanks to Zig-Zig’s obstruct.

“ ‘Ello loves!”

       THE CROWD GOES ABSOLUTELY WILD ! ! ! ! ! !

“That’s right, all the way from the Galar region -- Piers! We’ve managed to get him out here for a collab and we’re going to showcase that single special for you!”

“No encores though!”

#GuestMuse ; Piers #{ been wanting to do smth like this for a lil while }

[illdocurai]

        Teeny tiny squeaky voice.

   “Dooooppooomiiiiinnneeee~”

#GuestMuse ; Hifumi Izanami

[vulnussanentur]

Pinning Predicament

October 31, 1981, Masquerade | Post Explosion @cxradocdearborn

The evening was a resounding success. Smiling at the Minister as the woman chattered about something or another that Narcissa simply didn’t truly care about but was still devoting half her attention to listen to, she sipped her drink and swept her eyes across the gathered crowd. It was a remarkably diverse group, highly egalitarian, which was exactly what this reception was meant to be. The private dinner was a little more exclusive, of course, but still remarkably cut a reasonably representative slice of society. Those nasty rumors might swirl about, but based on tonight there was little substance to them as they attempted to stick to Lucius Malfoy. Which was exactly the point of all of this.

The Minister finished her thought and Narcissa started to move away, thanking her for the lovely evening (as if she and not Cissy had organized most of it) and making excuses about not wanting to monopolize the woman. Turning, she spotted Lucius through the crowd, positively charming everyone in arms reach. For a brief moment, she caught his eye and she smiled at him; a warm, affectionate, but purely polite smile. After all, the Malfoys, for all their inexplicable attachment to each other and tendency towards showing that were dignified, respectable people, and appropriate behavior did not run to clinging to each other or shooting witheringly passionate looks across crowds at public events.

Before Lucius forgot that, Narcissa turned again, setting her glass down on a passing tray. From here, she had a perfect view of the crowning achievement of the evening: the statue. It was beautiful, of course, but also very . . .  Lucius. Ostentatious and Extravagent were the mildest terms that could be applied to it. But then, that was the Malfoys in two words as well. Personally, Narcissa came from stock that preferred a little more subtlety, and didn’t feel the need to flaunt such wealth, but she had married into that clan of excess. And adjust well, if her costume for the evening was anything to go by.

She looked like one of the statues come to life, her robes a rich gold that tumbled down from a knotted bunch on her shoulders. Her hair was piled high on her head, pale blonde locks flecked with more gold, while her mask was a masterpiece of goblinwork. Little wonder that she kept being complimented and compared to the statue. In fact, as she looked up at the statue, she found a man with a camera at her elbow. Something about a photo for the Daily Prophet. But of course! All gracious smiles, she agreed and swept into what was the optimal place for a photo of the statues (scouted out before hand for just such an occasion, of course). Falling easily into an elegant pose, she waited, and wondered why the man wasn’t taking the picture. Except, there was someone shouting behind her -- was someone up on the statue, no this was unacceptable, where was secu—

. . . had she fallen sleep with Draco curled up on her chest again? When had he gotten so heavy? True, he was a growing boy, the very best boy, but this—perhaps it was time to listen to Twilly and cut down on the sugarplums Draco was eating. And what was that screaming, like a tortured bell endlessly ringing in her head, pounding against her skull. No, no, that wasn’t right. None of that was right.

Narcissa’s eyes flew open with a gasp, or the attempt of one. Something heavy was crushing down on her, and refused to budge as she pushed against it, the warm, smooth surface unyielding against her hands. Blinking to try and clear her vision of the spots, she struggled to keep breath in her paralyzed lungs, fighitng to keep the panic at bay. Finally, her sight started to clear, but it provided few answers. Was that a hoof? Why was she under a horse. No, a centaur. An oversized one. Made of gold. The centaur of the statue! What had happened? Groaning, she struggled, trying to free herself, but she was well and truly pinned. At least one of her hands was free to reach out, scrambling beyond the confines of her equine cage. “Hello?” she called, unable to hear herself over the ringing that drowned out the rest of the world to the point that it might as well no exist. Her fingers touched something warm, delicate -- fingers! Someone’s hand. “Hello!” she repeated, raising her voice as she clung to them. Grunting with the effort of trying to fill her lungs, she pulled, tugging them closer as she tried to get her head to stop spinning. “Please, I can’t move, someone needs to levitate this off me.” Twisting, she could look out through the gap she was reaching through, to the light, to the person. The stopped for a moment, and panic rising, she tugged, only to have them give away after a second. There was a sputter of dust, rubble, and then Narcissa realized she was holding the hand—and only the hand—of the photographer who moments before had been gushing about her dress and asking her to pose. Cissy screamed without any air in her lungs, a low guttural sound as she flung it away from her.

#guestmuse | narcissa malfoy #homenum | october 31st 1981 #event | masquerade #∟thread #p | pinning predicament #c. dearborn

[verfurdc]

Alrighty! I have decided that for a period of time, I will have Charlem.agne from Fate Ext-ella Link as a guest muse in this blog as a way to test him out and see whether I feel him enough as a muse to actually make a blog for him or not! this doesn´t mean I won´t keep rping Carmilla, and if you are not interested in seeing him appearing in your dash, feel free to blacklist the following tag! #guest;charlie . So from now on, feel free to send asks directed to him, or let´s rp if you want!

#guestmuse #important #about #guest;charlie #so for a limited period of time; feel free to send him asks or let´s rp yeah! #i just love charlie he is great! #if asks are not specified they will be answered with carmilla as usual yes ye s

[athenafire]

Bonely had heard the news of Oddballs new pups and, knowing how hard their mother was being worked, brought her a gift of meat. It might not have been the succulent meat of crab, but he figured every bit helps when dealing with youngin's. "Heard yeh had pups," he remarked, laying a slab of nyarlagroth meat before her. "It ain't much but It's what I got, 'n' with all yer doin', yeh'll need all the strength yeh can get."

   Oddball had been running around on the hunt until exhaustion, finally passing out with her cubs each night. She had not much time yet to teach them, even if they were only a week or two old at this point.

   The Frost Trolls droopy ears perked up at the offering. Her species had...a bit of a reputation for being thugs. They had tried for generations to kick that. The Pitbulls of the Troll world.Even Oddball, with her careful nature around the pups and other Trolls, did her part in dispelling that image. But no action did more, than the overjoyed look in her eyes as she gently raised and held the gift as if treating it roughly would have the slab taken away.

   White eyes flicked back to Bonely, closing, and nodding softly at him in thanks.

#GuestMuse: Oddball #pawnshopsouls