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cryoculus · 2 years ago

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— guard dog 09 ⟢

pairing: thoma x assassin!reader

summary: the nightmares, the death, the curse; all these things didn't make much sense to you. that's until one kamisato ayato helps unearth secrets that have been buried beneath ignorance for far too long.

word count: 4.3k words

notable characters: kamisato ayato

tags: found family, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

warnings: graphic depictions of illness, blood imagery

header art cr: kanishiima on twt

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The walk back to the forest was an utter, absolute pain.

You were grumbling as you traversed the barely illuminated pathways—thankfully having memorized the terrain enough to afford yourself some reverie. On the way down the mountain, you ran into one of those pesky cicin mages that looked like she wanted to pick a fight. The fact that whole day stakeouts usually drained the life out of you meant the best option was to run the hell away. Of course, those little electro cicins didn’t make life any easier and pursued you until you reached the borders of Chinju Forest. Hah. At least those pests knew better than to come in here.

When you finally got back to your temporary stronghold, the sight of a familiar, dilapidated shrine eased your nerves somewhat. You nearly collapsed into the makeshift tent you’d pitched a few meters away. The scent of the earth pervaded your senses as you took in deep, heaving breaths—wondering why the hell you were still here.

It’s been days since you’d left the estate without another word. Days since you burned Kujou Sara’s feather into a crisp. Yet you’re still very much here in the vicinity of Mount Yougou. Even if you knew you should’ve been on the move by now, you chose to linger. As for the reason…

You’re still debating between ‘curious about the Tenryou Commission’s back-up’ and ‘maybe they were lying about Kujou Sara’s magic feather’.

Because ‘I actually regret being hasty and I want to scout the enemy first before warning Ayaka’ was definitely out of the picture.

You turned over to your side—some stubborn rocks digging through the flimsy mat and into your skin. You’re loath to admit, but you kind of miss that comfortable futon they’d given you at the estate… No, screw that. You’ve slept in worse conditions before. This was nothing!

A frustrated sigh fled your lips as you sat upright, staring at your hands on your lap as if they could quell the gritty feeling gnawing at your gut.

It was Day One all over again. You’d scale the rough slopes of Mount Yougou to spy on the resident activity within the Kamisato Estate, watching like a hawk for hours. But this time, you’re not doing it to look for weaknesses in their security or to familiarize yourself with everyone’s habits.

…Maybe you were feeling some hint of remorse for acting so brashly. Ayaka lied to you, but you’d been technically doing the same this whole time. Now that you thought about it, you had no right to cause an uproar. Not when you’re the one who’s technically indebted to her for not having you arrested.

Even if she was completely privy to the nature of your mission, Ayaka kept her silence. She let you become her retainer, her friend. Those fleeting moments you shared over evening tea; the times she’d let you accompany her on brief walks; and that conversation you had before the festival… Though your mind refused to acknowledge it, there was no foul play in the manner in which Ayaka had treated you. But that didn’t mean it made sense to you.

If it means I will gain your forgiveness, then I do not mind if we live our lives separately from now on.

You groaned, massaging your temples firmly. You just could not wrap your mind around how someone could carry so much innate kindness in their hearts. No one could be that genuinely good—not even Ayaka!

Right…?

The sound of bushes rustling nearby snapped you out of the silence.

You parted the folds at the entrance of your tent suspiciously, reaching out for your sword as you surveyed your surroundings. The same old scenery greeted you with the same old mystical air, but you weren’t convinced that you were alone.

Hastily, you tugged your boots back on before heading out of your tent—walking around the perimeter with vigilant eyes. You would have thought this was the forest guardian trying to mess with you again, but that guy eventually quit trying to chase you out on the third day you ignored his threats. But no matter how hard you looked, it was just you, the nearby shrine, and your trusty tent—

“Hey!”

A scowl rooted itself on your face when you saw a little bake-danuki rummaging through your things. It let out a surprised sound when you yelled out loud, and—faster than you could get your bearings straight—it grabbed an unsuspecting pouch of mora from your tent before scampering off.

What the hell? The forest guardian sent those little guys to pester you, but they haven’t once tried to rob you. You let out an irritated growl before preparing to sprint after the bake-danuki, but you immediately froze up when you felt another presence from behind. Before you could even think about drawing your sword, another bake-danuki appeared from the shadows—having disguised itself as a glowing blue lily before snatching the katana from your hands.

“You little—!” Alas, you’re also unable to chase the fiendish animal when you accidentally tripped on a pile of rocks. Of course that was a bake-danuki in disguise, too.

Gods, your life sucked.

“So this is where you’ve been.”

You didn’t even bother feeling surprised when a familiar figure emerged from behind a nearby tree, smiling faintly as his long, white hair glowed in the moonlight. Staring at him from where you’d inevitably landed on your ass, you heaved a long, long sigh as you tried to think about why the Commissioner was here, of all places.

“Milady—uh, your sister told me she wouldn’t have me arrested,” you spoke cautiously. “She’s going to be really sad if you hand me over to the cops.”

Ayato laughed, crossing his arms. “You don’t need to use Ayaka’s feelings as a bargaining chip. I have no intention of surrendering you to the authorities, Miss…?”

“Kira,” you supplied.

“So you’re going to go by that name from now on?”

Rolling your eyes, you hauled yourself back to your feet—patting the dust off your clothes. “That’s none of your business. Why are you even here? If you’re not going to have me arrested, I suppose you’re going to kill me then?”

You’re a little mortified when the Commissioner’s bottom lip swelled into a small pout. Was anyone going to tell you Ayato could make those expressions or were you going to have to find that out yourself?!

“As you can see, I came here unarmed,” he sighed, raising his hands as he did a full, slow turn just to prove a point. “I wanted to talk to you. So forgive me if I had to resort to underhanded means just to disarm you. I’d prefer if this didn’t turn into an unnecessary scuffle.”

“And how are you so sure I won’t kill you anyway?” You glowered at him. “I don’t need a sword to do that, Lord Kamisato.”

Ayato flashed you another smile—another look that served to puzzle you more than it should. He looked so much like Ayaka if he wasn’t intimidating you with those impassive stares of his.

“You didn’t kill my sister right? I’m fairly certain you won’t kill me either.”

You scoffed. “That’s a really tall assumption.”

“Is it?”

He chuckled, moving to seat himself on the cobblestone steps of the shrine. Despite the surface being covered in moss and melted candle wax, Ayato didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he even patted his hand on the spot next to him. You had no clue why he’d want to have a sudden heart-to-heart in Chinju Forest, but you had a nagging feeling that he was not going to leave you alone otherwise…

“Can I ask what the ever-busy Yashiro Commissioner is doing out here at this hour?” you asked gruffly, plopping yourself some distance away. “I barely saw you in the mansion, and now you suddenly have the free time for an evening stroll?”

“I’ll answer your questions truthfully if you promise to answer my questions in the same manner,” he proposed with a calm look. “Do we have a deal?”

“...Fine.”

“Very well,” he began, resting his arms on his thighs before lacing his fingers together. “News of your departure from the estate was bound to reach me eventually. And as I predicted, Thoma and Ayaka didn’t do a very good job at convincing you to stay.”

“Why would they have to do that ?” You frowned.

Ayato sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard of our family’s…penchant for taking in troubled souls.”

Flashing him a pointed look, you replied. “The unnecessary savior complex, you mean?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he remarked with a dry smile. “Don’t you want to be saved, Miss Kira?”

“Saved from what exactly?” You rolled your eyes. “And why are you acting all solemn and sincere with me now ? You always looked at me like I was going to murder you in your sleep or something.”

A lapse of silence befell the two of you, and you could see Ayato trying not to laugh.

You cleared your throat. “Okay, bad example but…you get the point!”

“I was only on guard because I was wholly aware of who you are and what your purpose was for infiltrating the mansion,” he explained. “But now that I’m certain you won’t make a direct attempt at my sister’s life anymore, I can afford to be more at ease.”

Ayato paused for only a few moments. “As for what Ayaka wishes to save you from… Only you can answer that. I might have obtained all the necessary information regarding your past and your occupation, but I’ll never truly know how you feel about these things personally. And in the end, others can only save you if you allow yourself to be saved.”

You processed the Commissioner’s speech in contemplative silence—nothing but the sound of a nearby stream flowing forth filling your ears.

“I’m really sorry, I still don’t understand why you’re all so up in my business,” you admitted. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to let me go? Or throw me in jail, even? Why are you trying so hard for an ingrate like me?”

The Commissioner let out another sigh, tilting his head up to the dark sky. The luminescent wildflowers growing all around you painted his face with a cool glow that softened his features even more.

“My sister has this…gift. It’s nothing special, nothing supernatural. Call it a special instinct of sorts,” Ayato spoke languidly. “Much like our mother, she’s the kind of person who never fails to see the kindness in others—no matter who they may be. It’s a trait not many have these days, given that Inazuma has been plunged into a war.”

“Things would have been different, had you tried to assassinate Ayaka the normal way,” he continued. “If you’d just slipped into her room undetected and slit her throat, your paths never would have converged. But you didn’t do that. You assimilated yourself in our household. You let her scrutinize you; let her see what you’ve buried beneath the darkness.”

When Ayato flickered his silver eyes your way, they almost looked blue in the light of the wildflowers.

“The Yashiro Commission will always open its doors to those who come knocking. That’s something our mother used to say.” He chuckled, lightly sweeping his bangs out of his face. “I’ve had my own reservations about that. However…Ayaka’s intuition has never been wrong. And if she believes in you, then it’s only fair that I do, too.”

“But…” You sighed. “She told me she wouldn’t mind if I left. That doesn’t really sound like somebody who wants me to stay.”

Ayato shook his head. “You might think that our family is full of people with ‘an unnecessary savior complex’, but we won’t try and force you to conform to our principles. It’s as I’ve said: others can only save you if you allow yourself to be saved.”

You suddenly recalled Ayaka’s tearful eyes. How hastily she’d wiped them away before telling you to leave if you wished. How you wrongly assumed that the tears she shed were a fraud.

Ayaka never thought of you as another fugitive she had to save out of some superficial need to live up to her family’s principles. Nor did she think the same about the rest of the people they’d already saved. She thought of you as a person who made mistakes. Someone normally condemned by those who wouldn’t think twice about your reasons for leading the kind of life you live.

It wasn’t just Ayaka either. The Commissioner’s mere presence here was enough of a clue that the Yashiro Commission wasn’t some cookie-cutting organization that only helped people for the sake of their public image.

And…their chief retainer wasn’t half bad either.

Thoma was the person you’d spent the most time with in your stay at the estate. You even sparred with him in this same, secluded spot in the forest only a few days prior. No one who really thought of you as an unsalvageable criminal would make all the effort to make you feel like he cared. So, even if the chief retainer was responsible for your capture in the first place…you suppose you could forgive him for it.

All these years, you’d relied on no one but yourself. You thought all you needed in life was enough money and food to carry you over to the next day.

You’d been so accustomed to being alone that you didn’t know how to receive genuine care when it was so freely given. The thought became more and more pathetic the longer you let the realization stew.

“God,” you grumbled, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly. “This would’ve easily been resolved if I just sat down and talked to them, huh?”

Ayato grinned. “You finally get it~”

“I already told your sister this but I hope you knew everything would have been less complicated if you just let me in on the damn agenda,” you huffed. “Well…of course I’m going to be stubborn at first but—”

“Oh? Miss Kira, are you a tsundere, by any chance?”

You shot him an indignant scowl. “No! A-And if I was, what does it matter?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Ayato snickered before his countenance shifted into something more serious. “Okay, you’ve asked me more questions than I can count, so may I please hold the reins of the interrogation now?”

“...Don’t tell me you’re the one who taught Thoma.”

The Commissioner barked out another laugh. “Archons, no. I like to pick on our beloved chief retainer every now and again, but even I wouldn’t dare cross him during an interrogation.”

A shudder ran across the length of your spine as you recalled Thoma’s unyielding gaze back at the izakaya in Ritou Harbor. “Agreed.”

“As for my questions… I actually only have one.”

You raised an eyebrow as Ayato turned to face you fully, digging an elbow into his knee before resting his chin on the flat of his palm.

“Since we’ve agreed that tonight is honesty hour, I’ll be the one to tell you that Thoma is in charge of gathering intel for me. That’s one of the sole purposes of his cover job as a fixer. But I’m sure you already know that,” he explained carefully. “For a few weeks, I had him thoroughly investigate your date of birth, your hometown, your relatives—everything there is to know about you.”

Ayato said your real name aloud and you wrinkled your nose in distast. “Wow. Who would’ve known that the Yashiro Commissioner would admit to such obsessive behavior?”

He ignored your little quip. “But, despite Thoma’s extensive talent for intel-gathering, there’s this one piece of crucial information that he couldn’t confirm no matter where he went. No matter who he spoke to. This is what I would like to clarify with you tonight.” The look in his silver eyes was stern, almost grim if you looked closer.

“Who gave you the order to kill my sister?”

Your mouth felt dry the moment Ayato had uttered the words. The first thing that came to mind was to lie to him—to use the Sangonomiya rebels as a scapegoat like you’d originally agreed upon with Kujou Masahito. But…for some outlandish reason, you’re compelled not to do that.

You’ve been at constant war between your contract with the Tenryou Commission and the decisions you actually wanted to make. And from the way Ayato singlehandedly unraveled your individualistic tendencies with a single conversation, you might as well come clean.

So, you told him everything. About the Tenryou Commission’s orders and the tengu feather. How you’re supposed to pin the blame on Sangonomiya to ignite a civil war between the Tri-Commission. How the general, Kujou Sara seemed clueless about her brother’s plotting.

And how you’d inadvertently called for back-up at the height of your rage.

For the first time tonight, Ayato’s easygoing expression fell—replaced by the same guarded look he normally showed you in the off-chance you ran into him in the mansion.

“How long has it been…? Four, five days?” he muttered, shooting back to his feet as he paced around restlessly. After a while, he snapped his fingers before turning to you. “That’s why you’re still here, isn’t it? You’re waiting for them to arrive.”

There’s a hint of accusation in his voice that made your shoulders sag. Well, you just admitted the truth about your employment, and that truth wasn’t quite easy to swallow. Especially now that you’ve informed Ayato that the Tenryou Commission was out for blood. It was normal for him to suspect you haven’t completely cut ties with them.

“Ah, no. I didn’t mean it like that.”

You glanced at him, surprised. Was he a mind-reader or something?

Ayato sighed, still pacing around, fingers gripping his chin. “You’re here because you want to protect my sister and the rest of our retainers. You’ve been scouting the area from the mountains so you could warn them in time. At least, that’s what I want to believe.”

“I don’t have any right to ask you to believe me,” you told him, getting back to your feet as well. “But this is the least I can do to apologize to your sister…and to Thoma. So please, let me help you protect them.”

You didn’t miss the way his brow arched at the inclusion of the chief retainer’s name. But Ayato, at least, recognized the gravity of the situation, and decided not to pry.

“But don’t you think it’s odd?” he muttered. “It’s been days since you lit the signal flare, but they’re yet to make a move… Do you think they were lying about the tengu feather?”

You shook your head. “I-I don’t know. But—”

A sharp cry startled the both of you out of your conversation.

In the distance, you saw the bake-danuki that stole your sword running in yours and Ayato’s direction, whining as he dropped it on the ground in front of you. It tugged on the fabric of Ayato’s hakama, as if it was trying to show him something. The Commissioner shot the animal a bewildered look while you quietly crouched down to pick up your katana.

“What is it?” Ayato asked, letting the bake-danuki lead him further down the path. Curious, you decidedly followed suit.

However, once you made it closer to the main path, your heart stopped.

Soldiers from the Tenryou Commission—dozens upon dozens of them. They marched in eerily perfect unison up the weathered steps of the torii-gated pathway, not showing any signs of stopping. You glanced at Ayato to make sure you were both seeing the same thing and this was not some sick prank being played by the guardian of the forest.

From the way the Commissioner’s face paled, you managed to confirm your sanity.

But the little bake-danuki that had been tugging Ayato along wasn’t done yet. It scratched at his leg, squealing like its life was in danger. You wondered what the hell it even wanted, but then, you saw it.

The other bake-danuki that stole your bag of mora was just up ahead—thrashing around in the iron-tight grip of a Tenryou soldier. Your eyes widened.

Was he… strangling it?

Before you could even act, your sword was swiftly pilfered from your grasp once again. Ayato dashed in front of you in a blur of white and blue, pinpointing the soldier with breakneck speed. He tossed the sheath of your katana onto the forest floor, and with a gleam of silver under the moonlight—you heard the sound of blood spurting in the air.

The soldier immediately crumpled to the ground.

The bake-danuki that led the two of you here immediately ran towards its sibling, and you decided to follow suit. Your heart thundered in your ribcage, hyper-aware that the Tenryou soldiers would definitely have noticed that the Yashiro Commissioner just struck down one of their own.

But they only continued marching forward, as if there wasn’t a dead man lying on the very same path they traversed. They didn’t even give Ayato, who was as conspicuous as he could get, a second glance. It was as if the two of you were invisible to them.

“Now this is very strange,” the Commissioner grumbled, staring at the body in front of him.

Thankfully, the animal he’d saved was still alive, and you noticed that the third bake-danuki had regrouped with them as well. That one placed a mossy stone at Ayato’s feet before the three of them disappeared back into the woods—a thank you gesture, probably.

“Miss Kira, could you come here for a second,” Ayato called out.

You glanced at the seemingly endless wave of soldiers marching into the forest. There didn’t seem like an end to them. Even as you stared off into the path that led to Konda Village, the soldiers just wouldn’t stop pouring in.

“Are they sending an entire battalion?” you asked incredulously, crouching down to inspect the fallen soldier. “And aren’t we supposed to rush back and warn everyone?”

He shook his head. “I have faith in our retainers. It might not look like it, but most of them are trained to fight. They can hold the fort while we deal with this first.”

You immediately understood what Ayato was talking about the moment you laid eyes on the corpse. The Commissioner had only dealt him a clean nick to the jugular, yet blood dribbled from the soldier’s facial orifices. His nostrils, his eye sockets, his ears, even his lips.

“What in the absolute fuck…?” you muttered.

Ayato clicked his tongue before standing up to grab one of the other mindless soldiers off the path—immediately plunging his sword into the man’s chest. The poor man didn’t even have the time to retaliate before what little life faded from his eyes. The Commissioner tossed him to the ground right next to your first specimen. This one immediately began hemorrhaging in front of you, too.

“I’ve only heard about it in stories and passing news,” Ayato spoke slowly, silver eyes fixated on your form. “But I know you’re very familiar with it. So you have to tell me—if my family gets exposed to the Tatarigami curse, will they die on the spot?”

Each word was punctuated with forthright sternness—a tone you could imagine Kujou Sara speaking in, but not Kamisato Ayato. You hadn’t heard him speak like this at all.

But he’d also called the Yashiro Commission his family…

You shook your head. “No. Those afflicted with the Tatarigami can still live for years after they’d been infected. But these men… They’ve been exposed to too much of it. Their sense of reason has been warped.”

It’s strange, how the words flowed seamlessly from your lips. You haven’t forgotten the reason why you fled Yashiori. Haven’t forgotten the signs and symptoms. The expected lifespan of those infected. This was a part of your life that you’ve shut out for so long…

But…something was wrong with these soldiers. The Tatarigami ate away at one’s sanity, yes, but these men were acting as if they were being controlled. As if they no longer had any sort of autonomy—only acting on the orders they’d been given, and nothing else.

“Come on.”

The Commissioner tugged you back to your feet, breaking into a sprint that he forced you to keep up with. You had no complaints. You both needed to get back to the mansion before these brain-dead soldiers arrived. And if your hypothesis about them being controlled was correct…

Then the possibility of them acting on orders to massacre not just Ayaka, but the entirety of the Yashiro Commission wasn’t far-off.

“Can you promise me one thing, by the way?”

Ayato’s head was facing forward as you ducked between the trees, but you heard him clearly. “What is it?”

The Commissioner chuckled. “Promise that you won’t tell Ayaka her brother can be a heartless killer? I think she might just faint if she knew about what just happened.”

In spite of the army of soldiers marching to wreak havoc, the looming aura of the Tatarigami permeating the forest, and the hunger-induced fatigue you’ve been suffering for days… you laughed. Louder than what was considered acceptable in the ridiculous situation you’re in right now.

Who would’ve known it’ll all lead back to that stupid curse?

“You’ll have to hold back from killing anyone once we arrive then,” you told him—snatching back your sword from his grasp as the two of you continued running. “You have my word. From one heartless killer to another.”

Ayato no longer responded after that, but you could almost see him grinning even if he didn’t show you his face.

Now...all that’s left was to save the people who wanted to save you.

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portugalnet · 5 years ago

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Espero que não chateie muito ao perguntar isto, mas é o seguinte. Estou com uma saudade do crl de Portugal. Que músicas/bandas portuguesas poderias recomendar assim à toa (que consideres clássicos, etc) para matar a saudade? Como emigrei à três anos (com 14 anos) nunca cheguei a ouvir/apreciar música tuga. Obrigada desde já.

não chateias nada! :)

vou listar vários tipos de cantores, de tempos diferentes, com estilos musicais diferentes. também vou usar “clássico” de uma maneira um bocado liberal, ou seja, vou-me referir a musica com que eu cresci (tenho 26), que os meus pais ouviam, ou que se tornou um marco tão grande na nossa cultura que basicamente toda a gente conhece se começar a tocar num bar.

Ala dos Namorados (clássico)

Ana Bacalhau

Ana Moura

Anjos (”clássico”)

António Zambujo

António Variações (clássico)

Aurea

Camané

Capitão Fausto

Carlão

Carlos Paião (clássico)

Carlos do Carmo (clássico)

Clã (clássico)

Cláudia Pascoal

Ciclo Preparatório

D'zrt(clássico- não, não aceito criticismo)

Delfins(clássico)

Da Weasel (clássico)

Dead Combo

Deolinda

Diabo na Cruz

Diogo Piçarra

Doismileoito

Dulce Pontes (clássico)

Entre Aspas(clássico)

Excesso (clássico)

Expensive Soul

Furia do Açucar

GNR (clássico)

HMB

Heróis do Mar (clássico)

Jafumega(clássico)

Jorge Palma (clássico)

José Cid (clássico)

João Gil

João Pedro Pais (clássico)

Lena d'Água (clássico)

Linda Martini

Luís Represas

Madredeus(clássico - para mim, peak Portuguese Experience)

Miguel Araújo

NBC

Nonstop (clássico, only haters will say im wrong)

O'QueStrada

Orelha Negra

Ornatos Violeta

Os Azeitonas

Os Capitães da Areia

Os Lunáticos (clássico)

Os Pontos Negros

Os Quatro e Meia

Pedro Abrunhosa(clássico)

Peste & Sida(clássico)

Quinta do Bill (clássico)

Richie Campbell

Rádio Macau(clássico)

Rita Guerra

Rita Redshoes

Rui Veloso (clássico)

Sara Tavares (clássico)

Silence4 (clássico)

Sérgio Godinho (clássico)

Sétima Legião (clássico)

Táxi (clássico)

The Gift (clássico)

Tiago Bettencourt (clássico)

Tiago Nacarato

Toranja (clássico)

Três Tristes Tigres (clássico)

UHF (clássico)

Virgem Suta

X-Wife

Xutos & Pontapés (clássico TM)

#Anonymous #musica #me: puts anjos on this list #tumblr user vagueandseeminhlydeep grabbing a sword: ill end you

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Balance on the Head of a Pin*

Chapter Seventeen

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC | Word Count: 5126 Warnings: Minor abuse, minor violence, French which may or may not be correct, Smut, NSFW

He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the door frame, stating loudly, “Such a ruckus so late in the evening. Why I am certain, not even the crows of Asgard are so noisy.” He may be seeing through a haze of red, ready to gut the woman who was the spitting image of her own abusive and unloving mother, but he would do nothing to make the children Lauren loved fear him.

Marabeth, dressed still in one of her boring suits, hair askew and makeup smeared, straightened quickly. Her head snapped around to level a look his way. “Children can be unruly. My apologies if they disturbed you.”

It was not the children but the garish woman herself who disturbed him. “Children are children. It is in their nature to be loud and often sticky.” He tilted his head, smiling for Sara. Her eyes showed no fear, only anger and a desire to protect her brother. A surge of pride filled him for she was strong, resilient, and a fighter. “I am sure your aunt would be happy to read to you again this evening. Collect a book, darlings and head for her room.”

Sara’s eyes lit up. “C’mon, Benny!” She jerked away from her mother, grabbed the same book as yesterday, took her brother’s hand and scurried out of the room past Loki before her mother could stop them.

The boy looked up at him with big eyes full of relief as he passed. Loki wanted nothing more than to skin the mother who’d put such a look on Benny’s face.

He moved through the door and shut it gently at his back, listening as the little feet hurried away. He let his eyes wander over the wrinkled, ill-fitting suit, the hair falling out of her coiffure, and the smear of mascara on Marabeth’s cheek.

The longer he looked at her, the more her interest piqued. Her assumption that he would ever look at her with any sort of desire was appalling. But, such seemed the nature of the women in this family; besides his Lauren of course.

Neither Cissy nor Marabeth seemed able to comprehend there was a man alive who would have zero interest in them. At least Magnolia had the good sense to be afraid of him, but she’d been so invested in Montgomery, she hadn’t bothered to look Loki’s direction.

He glided forward, coming to a stop inches from the woman. “There is a special place in Asgard for people such as you.” A piece of hair had slipped free of her tight coil of hair. Loki lifted his hand and tucked it back behind her ear.

“Hard workin’ and underappreciated mothers?” She quivered at his closeness, filling him with revulsion when the lust rolled off her.

“How precious,” Loki tsked, keeping his abhorrence at bay when she dragged her nail down his chest. He took her chin in his hand and waited. When her eyes drifted to his, he was unable to stop the sneer from twisting his lips at her seductive smile. “You truly believe you are a good mother?”

Her face fell, anger replacing her desire in an instant. When she tried to pull away, he merely held her still with a wave of his other hand.

“It is not in my nature to give warnings. I’m much more inclined to… act, and then seek forgiveness, but as Lauren is my Ástvinur, and for some strange reason she still sees you as her sister even after all the horrendous things you have done to her, I shall be lenient this one time. But know this, Marabeth. Hear me and acknowledge my vow. If you so much as raise a hand to those children out of anger ever again not even Fenrir, the wolf of Ragnarok, will be able to stop me from seeking retribution on their behalf.” There was not nearly enough concern or fear in her eyes for Loki’s liking, her face speaking only of outrage.

“You’ve got no right to tell me how to deal with my children!” she hissed, spitting like an angry cat.

Too bad she was up against a wolf and didn’t even know it.

Loki smiled, dark and wicked, letting his magic glow in his eyes as he closed his hand around her throat. “Perhaps, but are you really willing to find out how far I will go to protect those I deem mine to keep safe? You saw what I did to Montgomery for even daring to touch Lauren.” In a macabre mimicry of a lover’s embrace, he cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb all while squeezing her throat a little tighter. “And do you know where he is now, my silly little pigeon? Has your mama been around to cry her woes to the daughter most likely to pretend to care?” The fear was finally starting to crowd out her madness, her inability to move scaring her when his anger had not.

“What did you do?” she whispered, her eyes widening.

“Oh, darling. Who says I did anything?” He smiled darkly when he looked her in the eyes.

“You killed him!” she accused.

It made him laugh. “Montgomery is not dead, pigeon, but he certainly won’t be returning.” He cut off the circulation to her jugular with a press of his thumb. “If he knows what’s good for him, he will stay away,” Loki whispered menacingly.

Panic was slowly filling her eyes, and he revelled in it.

“Now, silly pigeon, if you are as smart as your career implies, you will know better than to mess with my Lauren or the children she adores. What issues you have in your marriage are not their fault. Take out your frustrations on them again, and I will show you no mercy.” He released her throat as he stepped back, tucked one hand in his pocket, and ambled toward the door. “Oh, and pigeon? If you speak a word of this… hm, discussion to anyone, you will never speak another word again.” He let the curse rest in the palm of his hand before flicking the ball of green magic at her chest.

It slammed into her, knocked her off her feet and down on the edge of Sara’s small bed.

“What did you just do to me?” Freed of confinement, she sat grasping at her chest.

“I set the curse. You try to speak of this,” he motioned between them, “conversation in any way and you will never speak another word. An extreme failing in one who fights with words for her livelihood. Isn’t that right, pigeon?”

She snarled, anger and fear mixed in her eyes. “Why do you keep callin’ me that?”

Hand on the doorknob, Loki trailed his eyes over her in much the same manner she had him at their introduction, assessing her like she was nothing more than a thing to be valued. “You are just so… plain in comparison to my Lauren. While she is a swan, graceful, elegant, and refined, you remind me of the vermin which roost upon the ledges of Stark tower. Plain, petty, and annoying. Nothing more than a pest to be eradicated. You are nothing in comparison to my Lauren. A pigeon seems fitting.” He walked from the room, heading for Lauren’s, and smirked when the cry of rage rippled from the woman left behind.

With a snap of his fingers, he removed Marabeth from the children’s room, dropping her back in her own. Samuel had long since left the house so her sudden appearance wouldn’t be witnessed. Loki wouldn’t put it past the crazy woman to do damage to the children’s things in retribution for his actions. If she destroyed her own belongings, well, he cared not a whit.

He made his way swiftly toward the children only to round a corner and nearly run Sara down. “Darling? I thought you were going to wait in your Aunt’s room?”

She clutched at her arm, her nightdress one covered in pink unicorns with her hair loose around her shoulders. Her lower lip quivered. Ocean blue eyes watered with unshed tears. “Mama doesn’t like me.”

His heart simply shattered.

Loki dropped to his knees and swept her into his arms, holding her tight as tiny sobs wet his shoulder. “I’m sorry, little dove,” he murmured stroking her hair. At a loss, Loki, for once, had no idea what to say.

What could he say? Sara was not a fool. She might be young, but she was not stupid. There was no way she couldn’t see the resentment Marabeth held against both her children and her husband. The woman was heinous and cruel, caring not for those she hurt with her words and actions. The strong feelings of repulsion he had against Lauren’s eldest sister became a hatred so intense, he had to glance at his hands to be assured he hadn’t lost his glamour.

Sara’s small arms wrapped around his neck, her face tucked against his jaw, and she snuggled into him in a move only Lauren had ever mimicked. It set him on his heels. The trust of this small, fragile child was so complete he was stunned beyond words. Loki breathed in the scent of her bath as he held her with gentle hands. It reminded him of flowers, soft and sweet, and just like Sara.

“My arm hurts,” she whimpered.

“Does it? Let me see, precious.”

She pulled back, leaving her one arm wrapped behind his neck and held the other out for his inspection.

“That does look like it hurts. May I fix it for you, darling?”

“Can you?” She blinked, her wet lashes splaying over her cheeks.

He tilted his head in acknowledgement and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I can. Watch.” Curling his fingers over the dark bruises left by the hand of her mother, Loki let green tendrils of magic wick over her skin. When he pulled his hand away, her skin was unblemished once more. “How’s that feel?”

“It’s all better!” she chirped, her face brightening. Placing her hand on his cheek, she peered into his eyes. “Thank you, Loki.”

“You are welcome, Lady Sara. Now, why didn’t you go to your Aunt’s room with your brother?” Loki got to his feet, keeping the child right where she was, right where he knew she was safe and wandered slowly toward their destination.

Her head fell to his shoulder. “Wanted to wait for you.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why, precious?” He bit back a smile, finding her evasion cute rather than irritating.

She sighed. “Mama hit Angie.”

“Angie was your caregiver before this, yes?”

“Yes. I was worried mama would hurt you.”

He tsked in dismay. “Your mother can’t hurt me, my little dove. She has not the power to do so.”

“She told Angie she’d make her life… hell,” Sara whispered the word like it was a secret, or perhaps simply a bad one she wasn't yet allowed to speak, “if Angie told anyone.”

“And where was your father in all this?”

“Busy,” she sighed. “Daddy’s always busy. He doesn’t like us much either.”

“I’m sure they love you in their own way, precious.”

She snorted out a sound which, had it come from an adult, would have amounted to yeah right.

“What about your grandmother or grandfather?” he asked, gently patting her back.

“Meemaw is high maintenance, that’s what Pawpaw says. She makes us do… stuff, and call her Magnolia.”

The disgust in her voice made Loki snicker. “What is stuff?”

Her head lifted from his shoulder. Her face twisted, and she stuck out her tongue. “Piano lessons, dance lessons. I have to learn languages.”

He chuckled and tapped her nose. “I speak many languages. If you learn a few, perhaps we could converse together?”

“Really?” Her face brightened.

“Indeed. I would be happy to. What have you learned so far?”

A red flush infused her cheeks. “Um…Je pense... que tes cheveux... sont beaux.”

He smiled at her stumbling French. “I think your hair is very pretty as well.”

Her fingers tangled in his. “It’s silky. Like a kitty.”

“And yours is as soft as a baby rabbit’s tail. It is very like your Aunt Lauren’s.”

She giggled, her eyes lowering as shyness overcame her. Her opposite hand went to her hair, and she twirled a lock around her finger. “You think so?”

“Oh yes. You are the spitting image of your Aunt.” Sauntering into Lauren’s bedroom, he found Benny seated on her sofa, his arm around the bear and thumb in his mouth. “And you, young Ben, are you alright?”

He nodded, eyes sombre. “Mama yelled at Sawra,” he slurred around the appendage lodged in his mouth.

“I know,” Loki said, sitting on the couch and shifting Sara to his knee.

“Mama yelled at me first,” Benny pouted. “She mean.”

Loki held his tongue, refusing to confirm or deny the child’s pronouncement when he, too, thought their mother was mean.

As Lauren was still absent, he decided a change of subject was in order. Looking between the two wide-eyed faces, he encouraged Benny closer. “How about that story?”

“Yes, please!” they chirped together, Benny handing over the book.

He peered down at the fuzzy cover, cocked a brow, and glanced at the fireplace. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I tell you a story of Asgard, tonight?”

“Are there princesses?” asked Sara.

“Are there sword fights?” asked Benny.

Loki rolled his wrist and tossed a small ball of green magic at the fireplace. Flames without heat and without smoke writhed among its stones. “I shall tell you a story of my ancestors, of gods and goddesses. Watch the flames and see the tale unfold.” He flicked his fingers at the flames and set them dancing, and told a story he’d heard so many times he knew it by heart.

***

Loki looked up when Lauren walked in from the balcony. “Darling,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Loki?” she whispered, peering curiously at the children asleep on the couch and against his side.

“There was an incident with their mother. Once it was resolved, I told them a story, and they dozed off here. I did not feel like moving them.” He did not feel like returning them to a space where Marabeth could get to them.

He closed his book and shifted his body out from beneath Sara, letting her settle flat to the couch. He hummed, displeased at their sleeping arrangements and waved his hand, letting his magic wash out to create a much nicer bed in which they could rest comfortably together.

Lauren’s arms came round his waist. “That was sweet of you. You didn’t have to tell them a story.”

“I did it because I wished to. Do not let Cissy’s assumptions from earlier today colour your vision, my love.” He tugged her around, bringing her against his chest where she rested her head against his shoulder. “No one can force me to do anything I do not wish to. You of all people should know that.”

She sighed, settling further into him. “What happened with Marabeth?”

“There was an argument. The children were upset.” He trailed his hand down her spine, not wanting to elaborate.

“Loki… just tell me.” She pulled away to walk back out the doors into the night.

With a sigh, he followed. “After you left the table I spoke a few more moments with your father. Even before that, I could hear the argument between your sister and her husband. She is insisting he break things off with his mistress. He does not wish to. She threatened to leave him. He said she wouldn’t dare. Something about the scandal ruining her career.” He shrugged, not understanding that line of reasoning. “Then Samuel left to go see his lover, further angering your sister.”

Lauren rested her hands on the railing, leaned against it and sighed. “Marabeth’s always been one to reach for the stars. Likely, they’re lookin’ at her for a seat on the bench. Make her a judge.”

“Who would be stupid enough to do that?” he scoffed, walking up behind her and caging her against the railing.

“I told you. She’s very good at makin’ people see only what she wants them to. She can twist words to her advantage and lies with ease. She’ll tell you the grass is blue and make you believe you’re colorblind if that’s what it takes to get what she wants.”

“She cannot lie to me, my heart.” Loki traced his lips over her bare shoulder.

“Then you would be the exception, Loki, not the rule. What happened with the kids?”

“Her anger at Samuel boiled over. She got upset with Benny for the thumb she found in his mouth. Sara stepped between them and was punished for it.”

Lauren’s entire body stiffened, a combination of outrage and shock. “She hurt the babies?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and pressed his face against her neck. “They are alright, darling. They are safe.”

She took a shuddering breath and turned to face him. “For how long, though?” Tears sparkled on her lashes. “She never used to be this way. Snide words and harsh comments, sure, but hittin’? Takin’ it out on the kids?” She shook her head. “What happened to her?”

Her whole body tensed as if she were about to explode, and Loki held her tighter, placing a soothing kiss on her temple. “She will not lay a hand on them again, my heart. She cares not about them, but we do. We will see they are safe.”

“Loki, this ain’t Asgard where you can just decree somethin’, and it comes to be,” she sighed.

Maybe it wasn’t, but there were still things he could do, safeguards he could put in place. He had options. “For the moment, they are protected. The rest will come with time.” When she made to protest, he cupped her cheek and shushed her gently. “Trust me, my sweet.”

“Fine,” she huffed, “I already do anyway.”

While that declaration filled him with joy, he ignored it for the moment to ask, “And you, love? How are you feeling?”

Her hands slid up his arms to link behind his neck. “Confused. Conflicted. Angry.” Breathing out, she let her forehead drop to his chest. “Hurt…”

“I learned something about myself tonight, something I have been avoiding for a very long time. I came to the conclusion where there is hurt, there is love. The betrayal I felt at Odin’s deception, the hurt and resentment, though I still believe justified, only proves what I have fought against for so long.” He gave her hair a little tug to get her to lift her chin and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I am still his son. I may hate what he has done, but I can no longer deny that he is my father. He could only hurt me as he did because I… love him.”

“Loki,” she breathed out in awe.

He smiled but shook his head. “Your father’s actions hurt you because you love him, Lauren. After speaking with him tonight, I truly believe he regrets his inaction. What he will do from here, I couldn’t hazard to guess, but do not let the hurt you are feeling deprive you of the relationship you could have… like I did.”

“Oh, Loki,” she sighed, bringing her hands to his face. “Are you alright, peaches?”

“This isn’t about me, elskan min, but you.”

“Still, that’s a pretty big revelation. You sure you’re okay?”

Loki sighed and sank his fingers into her mass of curls. “I have… regrets.”

She smiled a soft, gentle smile and caressed his cheek, causing him to lean into her hand. “To regret is part of life. Part of learnin’. It’s what you do with those regrets that make you who you are.”

“My regrets have brought me you. Perhaps I do not regret them so much, now.”

“Sweet talker.” The radiance of her smile grew.

“I believe you called me silver-tongued, did you not?”

“Silver-tongued devil,” she quipped.

“Ah yes, that was part of it, wasn’t it?” He backed her into the balcony railing with a wicked grin, pinning her there with his body. “If I am a devil, perhaps I should play the part?”

“You’re always playin’ the part!” she laughed.

“Only because there is an angel who tempts me to mischief at every turn.” With a tug of her hair, he had her head tilted up and back, throat bared, lips parted, and sealed his mouth to hers in a decadent kiss. It was like sipping from the finest vintage of Asgardian wine.

The soft sigh which slipped from her lips, the way she softened against him, and the clutch of her hands as they returned to his hair had him instantly aroused. The hand he’d kept at her waist skimmed up to find her breast, brush it tenderly. His thumb found the peak of her slowly beading nipple and rubbed it, just enough pressure to enhance her pleasure.

He lifted his mouth from hers, an action which caused her to whimper in displeasure, then took his teeth to the long expanse of her bared throat. “You look lovelier than the stars, my heart. More radiant than the moon. You are,” he skimmed his lips along her jaw, back to her ear, “simply beautiful, my Valkyrie.”

“Loki.” She clutched at him, pressed her body into his. Eyes of darkening green peered up at him from behind long lashes. “Can you really keep people from seein’ what we’re up to?”

Excitement blazed through him. “Indeed I can.”

“Then I think you should take me to our bed and prove it.” Her eyes gleamed, wicked and glorious.

He swept her off her feet. Loki returned them to the bedroom with quick strides. Magic flicked out in whips and curls, creating layer upon layer of sheer fabric to hang about the bed. More magic guarded the doors, leaving the balcony one open to the night air but sealing out vermin, of both insect and human varieties. Around the children, he placed a shield which would blur them from sight, keep noise to a minimum, but allow him to know if they stirred in the night.

When he reached the foot of the now enclosed bed, he set Lauren gently on her feet. He gazed at her for a long moment, sultry eyes and flushed skin, before reaching for the clip in her hair. The curls rippled and swung, falling down in soft waves to frame her face and dance upon her shoulders with its release. Like the belt, he just vanished the clip from existence when he skimmed his fingertips up Lauren’s arms. At her shoulders, he hooked the straps for her gown and tugged.

Everything fell free.

Lauren gasped, excitement in the sound when she found herself standing before him in not but a pair of blue lace panties.

“So beautiful,” Loki sighed, tracing his fingers over her curves.

He cupped her breasts, massaging them gently, taking his time to learn the softness of her skin. He gave her nipples a light tug before stepping into her body, forcing her back through the curtains and down onto the wide bed.

Her body gleamed like her eyes. The light sheen of sweat simply turning him on. The gold of her serpents shimmered in the bright interior of his newly created bower.

“Oh my… stars!” she gasped staring in awe at the space he’d created.

He chuckled softly for this time there really were stars. Inside their now enclosed bed, the night sky spread out around them. He would love her tonight beneath the constellations of Asgard as if he tumbled her into the grass of one of the high mountain meadows.

“Do you like it?” he asked, though he already knew her answer.

She shifted backward so she could rest in the center of the bed and look all around. “It’s wonderful!”

As he followed her through, he shifted his clothing into a pair of tight black boxer briefs and propped himself at her side. Stroking his fingers down the valley between her breasts, Loki smiled at the wonder in her eyes. “A little piece of home.”

“It’s amazin’!” She lifted her hand as if to touch the shimmer of stars and planets.

Loki caught her fingers and extended her arm out a little to her right and down a few inches. “That way is Midgard.”

“Yeah?” She appeared to squint.

It made him snicker. “If you could not see Asgard from the stream behind your Gran’s, how do you expect to see Earth from Asgard?”

“Hush you,” she muttered.

“Besides, I can think of much more… stimulating ways to spend our evening.”

She looked his way, and Loki was caught by the stars reflecting in her eyes. The glow and shimmer of an Asgardian night glimmered on her skin, sparkled on her necklace, and gleamed fire from the pendant. In the dark of the night, beneath the sky of his homeland and under the heavy influence of his magic, the brúðr steinn was reacting, showing off its own magic. The gold radiated a soft red and orange, no different than the flames of Valhalla it had been forged in.

Loki released her fingers to set his against the warm metal, feeling the pulse of her heart and the flow of magic within. “Do you know, I never imagined giving this to anyone.”

Her hand came up to rest over his. “Why?”

“I haven’t believed myself worthy of an Ástvinur for some time.”

“What about before, on Asgard?”

He traced small patterns along her collarbones and watched her nipples bead as her arousal grew. “Thor was the center of attention. I was the spare. More often than not if a pretty girl came seeking my company, it was to gain access to Thor.”

“I’m sure not every time,” she scoffed, skimming her fingers up and down his arm.

“Perhaps not every time,” he smirked, “but no other has caught me like you, my heart.”

“Lucky me.”

“It is I who am the lucky one.” Leaning down, he kissed her softly, reverently, while his fingers skimmed a caress over her breast. His thumb brushed the pebbled skin of her aroused nipple, his fingers gently massaged the plump flesh while he captured the shocked moan which escaped her lips.

Her hand settled on his bicep when she arched into his touch.

He kissed her with care, with love, and let his hand wander the curves and valleys of her body. The ridge of her collarbone was a sweeping brush. The length of her arm that of a bow. Her ribcage was an elegant arch. Her breasts a sweet mound. The hollows and ridges of her abdomen fascinated him, while the dip of her hipbones had him longing to follow the path his fingers had walked with his lips. When he reached her thigh, he brushed his palm over the strong muscles with a quiet sigh.

She’d melted beneath his exploration, her body was pliant and eyes soft.

He’d kissed her so thoroughly, he knew every corner of her mouth by heart, would never be able to forget the taste of sweet lips and sighing breath.

“My darling,” he whispered, letting his nose brush against hers. “You are like a sculpture, all fine lines and perfect curves. To see you like this, pliant and willing, your skin sparkling with the stars of Asgard, it gives me such joy, Lauren. Tonight, in this place, you exist for me and me alone.”

“Loki,” she sighed. Her hand had long ago slipped from his arm to rest at her side.

He gathered it up, kissed her knuckles and placed it by her head. He did the same with the second as he rose up, straddled her thighs, and peered at her through the darkness. “Keep them there, darling. Unless you are burying them in my hair to keep my mouth on your sweet core, you are not to move.”

“So bossy,” she teased, but her words ran together, drunk on the sensations filling her body.

“My beautiful Lauren.” He bent over her, kissing and licking at her lips before dipping down and sucking on her neck. A swift bite to her shoulder, a full but gentle clenching of teeth made her moan. He worshiped his way down to pluck and play with her nipples, keeping them erect with gentle pressure. “What experience you’ve had, have been quite tame, have they not?” he asked her.

Lauren peered down her body at him. “Ye-yeah,” she cleared her throat.

He smiled, wicked and excited. “Shall we… play, pet?”

“Play… how?” Her tone was wary, but her eyes were excited though cautious.

Lapping slowly at her flesh, he sucked hard on her nipple and made it swell, grow big and round and taut. “You humans have an interesting variety of implements to heighten sexual pleasure. I particularly found these of note.” Watching her watch him, Loki closed his lips over her pert flesh again, let his magic swell in his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the bejewelled clamp he left behind.

Lauren clenched her hands into fists and threw her head back as she cried out, “Oh… my… wow!”

“They say the sensation is quite something.” Loki grinned wickedly, catching the drop down jewel between his lips and gave it a little tug.

She jerked hard but didn’t move her hands. “That feels…”

“Tell me.” He could have purred with how excited he was. His cock jumped and throbbed, demanding attention, but he ignored it in favour of Lauren’s second breast.

“Good!” she groaned when he treated her unadorned nipple to the same experience.

Once both had a sparkly clamp attached, he licked from one to the other, creating a thin chain, and connecting them together. “Now, shall we… play, my heart?” Wrapping the chain around his finger, Loki gave it a gentle tug.

“Merciful God!” she squealed, body arching with the intense pleasure.

“Not tonight, darling,” he teased, kissing his way across her chest.

Her legs moved restlessly between his, thighs rubbing together, seeking relief.

“Do you ache, Lauren? Does your body long for mine?”

“Yes!” she moaned, hands opening and closing. “Please, Loki!”

Kissing her belly, he gave the chain a tug. “Please what, my sweet?”

Eyes full of stars turned to him. A flush darkened her cheeks. “Take me to Valhalla.”

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El medievo cantado a los niños

[Emilio Villalba y Sara Marina con la marioneta de la pequeña juglaresa. / JUAN CARLOS VÁZQUEZ]

En su segundo álbum pensado para los niños, Emilio Villalba y Sara Marina presentan un paseo por el medievo a través de una serie de historias protagonizadas por un personaje infantil

Llevan años Emilio Villalba y Sara Marina trabajando en el entorno de la música medieval con proyectos diversos, tanto en el terreno de la interpretación como en el del rescate de instrumentos. En 2014 dieron otro paso cuando se plantearon hacer un disco destinado a los niños. “Muchos amigos nos preguntaban si podían ir con sus hijos pequeños a nuestros conciertos. Y les decíamos que por supuesto, e incluso empezamos a poner cartelitos de ‘Reservado para niños’ en la primera fila. Así que decidimos hacer trabajos especialmente dedicados a ellos con piezas más cortitas, arregladas de forma asequible y acompañadas de historias”. Así nació Música para princesas, dragones y caballeros. “Aquello fue un simple compendio de historias medievales”, comenta Sara.

Para su segundo trabajo infantil han ido más allá: “Teníamos la idea clara de mostrar a los niños personas (reales o imaginarias) que se dedicaron a la música y podían contarles algo desde su experiencia vital”. Y Emilio añade: “La Pequeña juglaresa es una marioneta que va conociendo a diversos personajes, a un ciego de romances, a Alfonso X, a una trovadora, a Hildegarda de Bingen, a un constructor de instrumentos… Es una fantasía, una historia sin fronteras ni temporales ni espaciales. Es una niña que viaja por la Edad Media para acabar convirtiéndose ella misma en música”.

El guion es del propio Emilio Villalba, aunque hay pasajes extraídos literalmente de tratados y libros de la época: “Por ejemplo, las recetas que aparecen en el cuento de las monjas las saqué de un tratado medieval sobre recetas curativas. Fray Bermudo habla con algunas frases extraídas de su libro de música. El personaje que explica cómo se lee la música en el cuento de Alfonso X usa una frase sacada de un tratado de clave...” “Sí, y además ese personajes habla con acento sevillano, porque ese relato lo ambientamos en el Alcázar y nos resultó divertido”.

En el proceso de grabación, el trabajo casi duplicó su contenido: “Teníamos el disco preparado para grabar antes de la pandemia, escrito el guion, seleccionadas las piezas, pero no veíamos el momento de hacerlo. Llega la pandemia. Nos ponemos a grabar y surgen más historias. Por eso hicimos dos cedés: el primero era lo que teníamos pensado; el segundo fue surgiendo sobre la marcha”, aclara el músico sevillano. Y su compañera añade: “Surgió la dama de la torre, surgió el tema de la peste, que en un primer momento dudamos de meterlo, porque no sabíamos si iba a dar miedo a los niños, pero luego pensamos que sí, porque vivíamos un momento único, con la pandemia”.

La idea de usar una marioneta en escena vino “siguiendo las recomendaciones de algunas madres y nuestra propia experiencia anterior. Los niños necesitan visualizar a la protagonista, que en este caso es una niña, una juglaresa que nos sirve para unir todas las historias. Pensamos que los niños podrían identificarse mejor y motivarse más con la imagen en vivo de ese personaje que es una niña, como ellos, una niña capaz de aprender todas esas cosas”.

Emma Zahonero y Jesús Mendiola, de MV Arte, se encargaron de hacer la marioneta. “Son especialistas en restauraciones antiguas de todo tipo. Y como era un personaje medieval, decidieron hacerlo con técnicas medievales. El aspecto de la cara está basado en algunas vírgenes niñas. Pero además aplicaron todas las técnicas medievales en la fabricación: cortar la madera con hachas, pintarla al temple al huevo, con los pigmentos mezclados en conchas de Santiago, y con articulaciones hechas como en la Edad Media, con cuerdas de hilo. La forma de manipulación es completamente medieval”. El vestuario es de Sara: “Lo hice fijándome en la iconografía. Empecé con patrones de ropa de niños adaptados a la marioneta, haciendo muchas pruebas. La tela es de terciopelo muy antiguo, tiene cien años”.

Todo ello parte además de dibujos y diseños gráficos realizados para el álbum por el propio Emilio Villalba: “El arte gráfico me apasiona desde pequeñito. Queremos darle una identidad, que vean que es un producto nuestro. A los niños les gustan esos dibujitos. A veces algunos padres nos han mandado por mail esos dibujos copiados por los niños. Es emocionante”.

Para la selección musical “partimos de la premisa de no aburrir. Tenían que ser temas que pudieran ser bailados o cantados”, cuenta Sara. “Y luego, el timbre –sigue Emilio–. Como tenemos tantos instrumentos, la riqueza tímbrica, el color, es esencial. Buscamos variedad de sonoridades y colores en escalas, ritmos..., tenemos dos saltarelos, una cantiga de Santa María, un tema andalusí, saltamos también al principio del Renacimiento, siempre con el repertorio que, como instrumentistas podemos asumir, danzas, estampidas...”

A ello se añaden algunos temas de composición propia. “Me consta que hay músicos que en discos de antigua meten cosas propias, pero no lo dicen, las ponen como anónimas, porque les da vergüenza. Pero hay que hacerlo. En este álbum hay alguna pieza singular, como La nana de los sueños que es una pieza que soñé. Soñé que estaba en una conferencia sobre música y había una mujer que cantaba acompañándose de un instrumento, un laúd muy pequeñito. Me desperté, tenía la melodía en la cabeza, fui y la grabé”.

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Un par de temas (Ecco la primavera de Landini y el romance de La mañana de San Juan) son cantados por niños. “Había niños que cantaban nuestras canciones de Sephardica. Así que pensamos que en un disco dedicado a ellos las voces tenían que ser suyas. Pero niños normales, que supiesen afinar, pero no buscamos voces educadas, sino lo más naturales posible. Son hijos de amigos, de músicos, que más o menos saben cantar. Son temas difíciles para ellos. El romance parece fácil, pero no, les costó. Me encantó ese corte de respiración en medio de las palabras, me parece tan natural, tan bonito. Además esto incluye una segunda lección: escúchalo, que tú puedes cantarlo igual. Cualquier niño puede cantar. Eso queremos transmitirlo. Cualquiera puede estudiar y aprender música. Nuestra juglaresa es una niña aventurera, que quiere aprenderlo todo porque es curiosa. Y ese espíritu de curiosidad es el que queremos transmitir con nuestro disco y en nuestro espectáculo”.

Presentado en el pasado Festival de Música Antigua de Úbeda y Baeza, el espectáculo de La pequeña juglaresa se podrá ver próximamente en el Circuito de la Diputación provincial de Sevilla. “Estamos también en negociaciones con el Teatro de la Maestranza, que han abierto un programa pedagógico muy interesante. Esperemos que ese sea el estreno en Sevilla”. Y mientras, estos dos juglares siguen con sus otros proyectos: “Tenemos un interesante programa sobre Ibn Gabirol, que haremos en Málaga y en el ciclo de las Noches del Alcázar. A principios de agosto, estrenamos en el Palacio de los Marqueses de la Algaba junto a la compañía de teatro de María de Melo un espectáculo en torno a Alfonso X. Tenemos también un proyecto titulado La dézima musa que va a ser precioso. Y con nuestra fundación, dedicada a los instrumentos históricos, vamos a montar una exposición guiada y con miniconciertos con copias de instrumentos de las cantigas, que posiblemente pase por Murcia, Cuenca, Cádiz, quizás también Sevilla”.

[Diario de Sevilla. 17-05-2021]

#emilio villalba #sara marina #ibn gabirol #alfonso x #sephardica #francesco landini #emma zahonero #jesús mendiola #fray bermudo #hildegard von bingen #música #music

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New on Netflix: March 2021 Releases

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The streaming wars are just as fiery and competitive as ever. Disney+ now has one Marvel TV show under its belt (WandaVision), with another one to come in March (The Falcon and The Winter Soldier). In response, Netflix is broadening its reach with its list of new releases for March 2021.

Netflix always features plenty of international options for viewers across the globe, but March is the first month where it seems as though international releases make up roughly half of Netflix’s originals. And that’s great! China’s The Yin Yang Master and Spain’s Coven of Sisters both look to be intriguing films this month.

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Pacific Rim 3 and Expanded Universe Possible

By Don Kaye

Best Anime On Netflix to Stream

By Daniel Kurland

On the U.S. domestic side of things, however, pickings are bit slimmer. March 3 sees the release of the intensely American-sounding true crime documentary Murder Among the Mormons. That will be followed up by the animated Pacific Rim: The Black on March 4. Perhaps the biggest potential TV hit this month, however, will be The Irregulars on March 26. This series features a novel concept that’s set in the world of Sherlock Holmes.

Original movies of note this month are the Notorious B.I.G. documentary Biggie: I’ve Got a Story to Tell on March 1, and the Eric Andre hidden camera film Bad Trip on March 26. March 1 will also see the arrival of Batman Begins and The Dark Knight.

Here is everything else coming to Netflix in March 2021.

New on Netflix: March 2021

Coming Soon Abla Fahita: Drama Queen — NETFLIX ORIGINAL ARASHI’s Diary Voyage ep24 — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY The Yin Yang Master — NETFLIX FILM

March 1 Biggie: I Got a Story to Tell — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY Batman Begins (2005) Blanche Gardin: Bonne Nuit Blanche (2021) Crazy, Stupid, Love (2011) Dances with Wolves (1990) DC Super Hero Girls: Season 1 I Am Legend (2007) Invictus (2009) Jason X (2001) Killing Gunther (2017) LEGO Marvel Spider-Man: Vexed by Venom (2019) Nights in Rodanthe (2008) Power Rangers Beast Morphers: S2 Rain Man (1988) Step Up: Revolution (2012) Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny (2006) The Dark Knight (2008) The Pursuit of Happyness (2006) Training Day (2001) Two Weeks Notice (2002) Year One (2009)

March 2 Black or White (2014) Word Party: Season 5 — NETFLIX FAMILY

March 3 Moxie — NETFLIX FILM Murder Among the Mormons — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY Parker (2013) Safe Haven (2013)

March 4 Pacific Rim: The Black — NETFLIX ANIME

March 5 City of Ghosts — NETFLIX FAMILY Dogwashers — NETFLIX FILM Nevenka: Breaking the Silence — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY Pokémon Journeys: The Series: Part 4 — NETFLIX FAMILY Sentinelle — NETFLIX FILM

March 8 Bombay Begums — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Bombay Rose — NETFLIX FILM

March 9 The Houseboat — NETFLIX ORIGINAL StarBeam: Season 3 — NETFLIX FAMILY

Movies

Robert Downey Jr. Wants to Build a Sherlock Holmes Universe Like the MCU

By Kayti Burt

Sherlock 10th Anniversary: Behind the Scenes Set Secrets

By Louisa Mellor

March 10 Dealer — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Last Chance U: Basketball — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY Marriage or Mortgage — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

March 11 The Block Island Sound (2020) Coven of Sisters — NETFLIX FILM

March 12 Love Alarm: Season 2 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL The One — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Paper Lives — NETFLIX FILM Paradise PD: Part 3 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL YES DAY — NETFLIX FILM

March 14 Audrey (2020)

March 15 Bakugan: Armored Alliance The BFG (2016) The Last Blockbuster (2020) The Lost Pirate Kingdom — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Zero Chill — NETFLIX FAMILY

March 16 RebellComedy: Straight Outta the Zoo — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL Savages (2012) Waffles + Mochi — NETFLIX FAMILY

March 17 Operation Varsity Blues: The College Admissions Scandal — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY Under Suspicion: Uncovering the Wesphael Case — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

March 18 B: The Beginning Succession — NETFLIX ANIME Cabras da Peste — NETFLIX FILM Deadly Illusions (2021) The Fluffy Movie (2014) Nate Bargatze: The Greatest Average American — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL Skylines (2020)

March 19 Alien TV: Season 2 — NETFLIX FAMILY Country Comfort — NETFLIX FAMILY Formula 1: Drive to Survive: Season 3 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Sky Rojo — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

March 20 Jiu Jitsu (2020)

March 21 Navillera — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Philomena (2013)

March 23 Loyiso Gola: Unlearning — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL

March 24 Seaspiracy — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY Who Killed Sara? — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

March 25 Caught by a Wave — NETFLIX FILM DOTA: Dragon’s Blood — NETFLIX ANIME Millennials: Season 3 Secret Magic Control Agency — NETFLIX FAMILY

March 26 A Week Away — NETFLIX FILM (Trailer) Bad Trip — NETFLIX FILM Big Time Rush: Seasons 1-4 Croupier (1998) The Irregulars — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Magic for Humans by Mago Pop — NETFLIX ORIGINAL Nailed It!: Double Trouble — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

March 29 Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom (2013) Rainbow High: Season 1

March 30 7 Yards: The Chris Norton Story (2020) Octonauts & the Ring of Fire — NETFLIX FAMILY

March 31 At Eternity’s Gate (2018) Haunted: Latin America — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

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Iglesia Sant Serni de Coborriu

Tras un paseo en bicicleta por los caminos de Bellver de Cerdanya durante las vacaciones de semana santa, me encontré con una ermita en mitad de la nada y un cementerio muy antiguo situado tras los muros de ésta. Le hice una fotografía sin pensar si quiera en su historia, pero al informarme más tarde sobre el lugar, descubrí que la ermita no sólo se construyó en el siglo X consagrada por el obispo Pere Berenguer en 1137-quién la nombró iglesia del pueblo de Vilavedra, población que murió posteriormente a causa de la peste-.Además fue saqueada por cátaros (religiosos que afirmaban la dualidad creadora de Dios y Satanás) que se llevaron objetos e instrumentos sagrados, y sufrió un incendio en 1793 por los franceses. Lo más impactante, y lo que causó el cierre total de la ermita desde dentro y fuera fue el saqueo y profanación que sufrió durante la guerra civil española en 1936, que fue abandonada hasta su restauración exterior (donde han colocado algunos postes con información histórica) llevada acabo en 1967. Las tumbas del cementerio eran tan antiguas que a penas pude leer los nombres de las lápidas, pero no me pareció un lugar del todo agradable en el que estar totalmente sola.

Con esta publicación, lo que quiero demostrar es que, una Iglesia románica puede pertenecer igualmente a la historia moderna y contemporánea, básicamente porque ha pasado por ese período de tiempo y ha sufrido fenómenos a causa de actividades humanas, por lo que su historia se ha alargado, y todavía perdura hasta nuestros días.

Pd: dejo una fotografía curiosa, en la que me pareció ver un rostro en una piedra de la entrada de la iglesia

Sara Aceña Guerra

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Des concerts à Paris et autour

Mars 28. Caves + Faux départ + Tentaculo + Cookies – Supersonic (gratuit) 29. Chicaloyoh + KosmoSuna – Le Zorba (gratuit) 29. Bleib Modern + La Peste + Nebula Glow – Supersonic (gratuit) 29. Drame + Le Réveil des tropiques – Centre Barbara-FGO 29. Angry Skeletons + Laurence Wasser + Drywud + Rivière de corps – Pointe Lafayette 29. Collateral + Le Casquette tour + Grégoire Bruno + Allister Sinclair + Gérard Jugno 106 + Macmann – L'International 29. Laurent Garnier + Scan X – Rex club 30. Orval Carlos Sibelius + Domotic – Le Zorba (gratuit) 30. Méryll Ampe + Carbon Sink – Galerie Planète rouge (gratuit) 30. Luminance + Pure Ground + Bunker Bal (dj) + Haktion (dj) + Dasz (dj) – Le Klub 30. Polar Inertia + Shlømo + Luigi Tozzi + Twin Peaks – Concrete 31. Schlaasss + Petosaure + Enfance de merde – Supersonic (gratuit) 31. Maulwürfe (fest. Artdanthé) – Théâtre de Vanves 31. The Noise Consort (fest. Artdanthé) – Théâtre de Vanves 31. L'émeute philharmonique de SEC + Kouma + Polar Polar Polar Polar + Stratocastors + Joujou – La Parole errante (Montreuil) 31. BIC + Kasper Toeplitz – Mains d'oeuvre (Saint-Ouen) 31. Laura Not + Heap + Tiff + ANDCL – La Station 31. 14anger + AnD + Schwefelgelb + Scalamerya & VSK + Blind Delon + Darzak + SΛRIN – Docks Eiffel 31. Arnaud Rebotini – Nuits fauves 31. The Horrorist + NX1 + Useless Position + Sharplines + Luisetti & Craft + Ilyss – Glazart

Avril 01. Olden Yolk + Delphine Dora – Espace B 03. Telefon Tel Aviv + Farmworker + Axel Rigaud – Supersonic (gratuit) 03. Action Beat + RMQ + House of John Player – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 04. Suuns – Elysée Montmartre 05. Michaela Antalova + Amundsen + On lâche les chiens – Le Zorba (gratuit) 05. UUUU + Quentin Rollet & Jérôme Lorichon – Espace B 05. Dance with the Dead + Christine + Mlada Fronta + Confrontational + Midnight Danger – Gibus 05. Eric Chenaux + Bass Clef – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 06. Le Prince Harry + Whispering Sons + The Guru Guru + It It Anita + Empereur – Supersonic 06. Le singe blanc + Nohaybanda! + Casse gueule – Cirque électrique 06. Litige + Cookies + Fumo Nero – Pointe Lafayette 06. NSI (Tobias & Max Loderbauer) + Sendai Soundsystem (Peter Van Hoesen & Yves De Mey) + ENA + Izabel – Concrete 06. Abdulla Rashim + Vril + LGML + Thomas Evans + Wondernature – Nuits fauves 07. Nozomi Misawa & Marion Bataille (fest. Raccords) – Bibliothèque Françoise-Sagan (gratuit sur résa) 07. Terminal Cheesecake + GuiliGuiliGoulag + Sweet Williams + Futuroscope – Espace B 07. Massicot – théâtre des Amandiers (Nanterre) 10. Jamie Stewart joue Xiu Xiu – Olympic café 10. Structure + Walking Idiots + Oktober Lieber – Le Klub 10. Wolf Eyes Music 2018 + Evil Moisture + Delphine Dora + Sophie Cooper – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 11. JC Satàn + Cockpit – La Maroquinerie 11. Silent Era + Youth Avoiders + Retsar Bai Naim – La Comedia (Montreuil) 11. Descendeur + Disposition Matrix + Bordigaga + Saada Abe – tba 12. Dune Messiah (dj) – Le Sans-Souci (gratuit) 12. Mont Analogue + Vendège – Le Zorba (gratuit) 12. The Ex + Anarchist Republic of Bzzz (fest. Banlieues bleues) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 13. Amusement Parks on Fire + Ulster Page + Misty Coast – Supersonic (gratuit) 13. DJ Krush – La Bellevilloise 13. La Secte du futur + Dune Messiah + The Space Padlocks – La Station 13. Èlg, Catherine Hershey, Borja Flames & Sourdure + D.K. + Carval Tarek (dj) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Tribalism + Parquet + Babil Sabir + Luca Ventimiglia + Mesce Basse + Broken Cash Machine + We Use Cookies + Hypnoqueen + Stex-1 + Junkaa-Poika & Stokastinen + Antoine Viard, Andrea Hakl & JF Riffaud + Minia Mania (dj) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 14. Dominique a + My Brightest Diamond – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 14. Infecticide + Exo_C + Randy x Marsh + Mauvaise foi + Forge (Monospace fest.) – Petit Bain 14. Techno Thriller + Air LQD + Lostsoundbytes + Maoupa Mazzocchetti + Violent quand on aime + Constance Cjlore + Ian Tocor – La Station 14. Badbad – 2, rue Paul-Eluard (Montreuil) 14. Function + Shifted – La Machine 14. Lil Louis + Josh Wink + Ellen Allien + Levon Vincent + Acid Arab + Paranoid London + Wlderz + Thomas Delacroix – Paris Event Center 15. Dominique a + Adrian Crowley – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 17. Jacky Molard Quartet, Albert Marcoeur, François Corneloup, Christophe Marguet et Jean-Michel Veillon – Café de la danse 18. Chrysta Bell – La Maroquinerie 19. Christian Death + Punish Yourself + Volker – La Machine 19. Peter Kernel – Point FMR 19. Ventre de biche + Compas dans l'oeil + Le Mal des ardents + La Coupure – La Station 19. Primal Scream + Nathalie Prass + Hollywood/Mikhael Paskalev (Arte concert fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 19. Carole Robinson, Buno Martinez & Charles Curtis : "Naldjorlak I, II et III" d'Éliane Radigue – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 20. Die Selektion + Gost + Hørd + Koy + Valeskja Valcav – Supersonic (gratuit) 20. Crystal Sound – La Générale (gratuit) 20. Zarkoff + Al Niklaus (dj) + Law & Haktion (dj) + Schwefelgelb (dj) + Philipp Strobel (dj) + Petula Black Sperm – La Station 20. Laurel Halo + Konrad Sprenger – église Saint-Merry 20. Lovatarxx + Cyclikweetos + Vyryl – Espace B 20. Mondkopf + Second Spectre + Swarm Intelligence + SpunOff (dj) + Size Pier (dj) – La Machine 20. Idles + Lice – Trabendo ||COMPLET|| 21. Grand Blanc + Lenparrot + Buvette... (Disquaire Day) – Point FMR (gratuit) 21. Igorrr + Niveau Zero – Trabendo ||COMPLET|| 21. Yan Wagner + Tristesse contemporaine (fest. Clap Your Hands) – Café de la danse 21. Modeselektor (dj) + Actress + Nathan Fake + Rival Consoles + Moxie b2b Louise Chen (dj) (Arte concert fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 21. Louisahhh + Jeanne Added + Maud Geffray + Myako + Léonie Pernet + Betty + RAG + Nari Fshr + Sophie Morello + Vikken + Leslie Barbara Butch + Sara Zinger + Catherin + Apollo noir + F/cken Chipotle (10 ans de Wet For Me) – La Machine 22. The Body + Fange – Olympic café 22. Norma Loy + Babel 17 – Supersonic 24>26. Franck Vigroux & Kurt d'Haeseleer – La Pop 25. Nine Eleven + Binaire + Unlogistic + Ayatollah – Le Klub 26. Ought + Foammm – La Maroquinerie 26. Wrekmeister Harmonies – Espace B 26. A Place To Bury Strangers – Trabendo 26. France + Why The Eye? + Mikhail Mineral – La Station 27. Popsimonova + Sleep Loan Sharks – Le Klub 27. Madben + Emmanuel Top + Trunkline (dj) – Rex club 28. She Past Away + Lebanon Hanover + Selofan – La Machine 28. Rhys Chatham + Krikor Kouchian + Chloé & Vassilena Serafimova – Centre Pompidou 28. Tomaga + Vanishing Twin + Veik – La Maroquinerie 28. Arcade Fire – Bercy Arena 28. Regis + Inigo Kennedy + CTRLS + Anastasia Kristensen – Nuits fauves 30. Koudlam + Bajram Bili + Pointe du lac – La Maroquinerie 30. Iron Fist of The Sun + Am Not + Kevlar + Kontinent – Les Voûtes 30. Seth Troxler & Miss Kittin – Badaboum 30. Silent Servant + Orphx + François X + Oko dj – Concrete

Mai 01. Venetian Snares & Daniel Lanois + Joanne Pollock + Tryphème – Trabendo 03. Black Leather Jesus + Vomir + Rien – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Iceage + Pardans – Petit Bain 09. Me Donner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 10. Derya Yildirim & Grup Simsek + Stranded Horse (Le Beau fest.) – La Petite Halle 11. And Also the Trees + Tropic of Cancer + Better Person + En attendant Ana + Magic Island (Le Beau fest.) – Trabendo 12. Deerhoof + Ulrika Spacek + First Hate + Pantin plage + Le Couleur + [Good Morning : ANNULÉ] (Le Beau fest.) – Trabendo 12. I Hate Models + Ancient Methods + Rrose – La Machine 13. God is an Astronaut – Trabendo 14. Bryan's Magic Tears + Le Villejuif Underground + VvvV – La Maroquinerie (gratuit sur résa) 15. Sinivia Alvise + Erwan Keravec & Mats Gustaffson + Orchestre orange & Gëinst (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 17. Moor Mother + Boy Harsher + Succhiamo (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 17. Alessandro Cortini + Fléau – Petit Bain 17. Clément Edouard + Giani Caserotto + Elise Dabrowski & Claudine Simon (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 18. Sister Iodine + Ramleh + B-Ball Joints (Low Jack) (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 18. Joachim Florent + Nox.3 & Linda Olah + Chassol (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 19. Yo La Tengo – Cabaret sauvage 19. Horse Lord + Das Ding (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 19. Deux boules vanille + Mondkopf + The Noise Consort (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 19. 999999999 + Raär + Under Black Helmet + Dax (dj) + Parfait – tba 20. Bundle of Joy (Barnt & Superpitcher) + La Mverte + Xeno & Oaklander + Cité lumière + December + AZF (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 20. Biscuit Mouth + Melkbelly + Storm{o} + BadBad – Espace B 20. SNTS (Marvellous Island fest.) – Ile de loisirs (Vaires-Torcy) 22. Zëro + Moodie Black – Petit Bain 23. Buzz Kull + IV Horsemen – Espace B 23. Otomo Yoshihide + Kaze – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 24. Otomo Yoshihide & Chris Pitsiokos + Ikuro Takahashi – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 24. HMLTD + Faire (dj) – Petit Bain 25. Mogwai + Jon Hopkins + James Holden & The Animal Spirits (Villette sonique) – Grande Halle de La Villette 26. Car Seat Headrest + Naked Giants (Villette sonique) – Trabendo 26. Marquis de Sade + Anna Von Hausswolff + Exploded View (Villette sonique) – Grande Halle de La Villette 26. Kelly Lee Owens + The Sea & Cake + Tzusing + The Field + Richard Dawson + Ariel Kalma + Jackie Mendoza + Flamingods + Sassy 009 (Villette sonique) – Prairie du cercle nord et périphérique (gratuit) 27. Abra + Essaie pas + Flohio + Nilüfer Yanya + Smerz + Snail Mail + Hookworms + Fire! + Mario Batkovic (Villette sonique) – Prairie du cercle nord et périphérique (gratuit) 28. The Chamelons – Supersonic 29. Deerhunter + Midnight Sister (Villette sonique) – Cabaret sauvage 29. The Damned – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 30. The Damned – Petit Bain 30. John Maus + Flat Worms + Kate NV (Villette sonique) – Trabendo 30. Igorrr + Ni – Les Cuizines (Chelles)

Juin 02. Penguin Café – Fondation Cartier 02/03. Björk + Beck + Jamie XX + King Krule + Father John Misty + Migos... (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 07. Molly Nilsson – Badaboum ||COMPLET|| 08. Molly Nilsson – Badaboum 09. Trisomie 21 + Delacave – La Maroquinerie 09. Waxahatchee – Espace B 11. Preoccupations + Moaning – La Maroquinerie 12. Damo Suzuki's Network – Espace B 12. Thom York – L'Olympia 13. L7 – La Cigale 14. Ty Segall & The Freedom Band + Mike Donovan – Bataclan 15. Bernard Grancher + Infecticide + Les Trucs – Centre Barbara-FGO 15/16. Ryoji Ikeda : "Formula - c4i - Datamatics" – Centre Pompidou 16. Vitalic (fest. Bains numériques) – Lac d'Enghien-lès-Bains (gratuit) 17. Animal Collective – Le Trianon 22. Modern Life Is War + Cro Mags – Petit Bain 25. Nine Inch Nails – Olympia ||COMPLET|| 27. The Jesus & Mary Chain – Le Trianon 29>01.07. Motor City Drum Ensemble + Antal + Golden Dawn Archestra + Tin Man + A Deep Groove + Josey Rebelle + Toshio Matsuura + Cotonete + Zaltan + Lomboy + Ceephax Acid Crew + Nick V + Saint DX + Kamaal Williams + Blake Baxter + Muddy Monk + Eliott Litrowski... (Macki Music fest.) – parc de la mairie (Carrières/Seine) 30. Echo Collective joue "Amnesiac" de Radiohead (fest. Days Off) – Le Studio|Philharmonie 30. Nils Frahm (fest. Days Off) – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie

Juillet 03. David Byrne (fest. Days Off) – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 04. MGMT (fest. Days Off) – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 06. Trami Nguyen et Laurent Durupt jouent "Piano Phase" de Steve Reich + Bruce Brubaker + Laake + Fabrizio Rat + Murcof & Vanessa Wagner + Tom Rogerson + Grandbrothers (fest. Days Off) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 06. Amelie Lens + Daniel Avery + Floating Points + Folamour + Jeff Mills + Laurent Garnier + Kink b2b Gerd Janson + Not Waving + Solomun... (The Peacock Society) – Parc floral (Vincennes) 07. Richie Hawtin + Tale of Us + Charlotte de Witte + Chloé + Maetrik + Mano Le Tough + Octo Octa + Joy Orbison b2b Kornel Kovacs (The Peacock Society) – Parc floral (Vincennes) 08. Maulwürfe – La Gaîté lyrique 09. Eels – Olympia 13. Ministry + Grave Pleasures – Elysées Montmartre

Août 20. Front Line Assembly + Die Krupps – La Machine 24>26. Dirty Projectors + Idles + The Black Angels + Parcels + Cigarettes after Sex + Bonobo + Carpenter Brut + Justice... (fest. Rock-en-Seine) – Domaine de Saint-Cloud

Septembre 01. Ariel Pink (Paris Inter. Fest. of Psychedelic Music) – La Machine 04. Thee Oh Sees (Paris Inter. Fest. of Psychedelic Music) – La Cigale 05. Feist – L'Olympia 22. The Wedding Present – Point FMR

Octobre 04. Ballaké Sissoko & Vincent Segal – La Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt) 20. Tallinn Chamber Orchestra : Fratres, Cantus in memoriam Benjamin Britten, Adam's Lament, Salve Regina et Te Deum d'Arvo Pärt – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 26. Jon Hopkins – Trianon

Novembre 04. Peaches Christ Superstar – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 18. Ensemble Links : Drumming de Steve Reich – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 23. Michael Nyman : "War Work: 8 Songs with Film" – Salle Pleyel

Décembre 01. Deux boules vanille (fest. Marathon!) – La Gaîté lyrique 09/10. Moriarty – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 15. Gaspar Claus – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Avril 14. Arnaud Rebotini joue la BO de "120 Battements par minute" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Mai 17. Philip Glass : Études pour piano – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 18. Bruce Brubaker & Max Cooper : Glasstronica – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Juin 26. Magma – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie

en gras : les derniers ajouts / in bold: the last news

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Un nouvel article a été publié sur https://www.rollingstone.fr/les-transmusicales-2018-programmation/

Les Transmusicales 2018 dévoilent une programmation exceptionnelle pour leurs quarante ans

Le festival rennais, « nouveau depuis 1979, » accueillera cette année encore la crème des nouvelles expressions artistiques

« Ce n’était pas vraiment prévu au programme. À vrai dire il n’y avait pas de programme. » Voilà comment Les Transmusicales envisageaient les choses lors de leur première édition en 1979. Quarante ans plus tard, le festival reste à l’avant-garde des nouvelles scènes musicales, libéré de toutes contraintes de genre, refusant de s’enfermer dans des cases. Cette année encore, pour cette quarantième édition qui se tiendra du 5 au 9 décembre prochains dans vingt-cinq lieux iconiques de Rennes, l’événement regroupera quatre-vingt trois groupes et trois compagnies de danse, dans des styles aussi variés que le rock, la pop, le post-punk, la musique psychédélique, les musiques africaines modernes, la techno, le hip hop ou encore l’electro pop. Un éclectisme total qui promet de belles découvertes.

« Nouveau depuis 1979 »

Pour preuve, la programmation complète, tout juste dévoilée, garnie de noms prometteurs qui, s’ils ne vous disent rien aujourd’hui, devraient très bientôt résonner fort. Rolling Stone vous prépare une petite sélection de ses coups de cœur, à découvrir durant les prochaines semaines pour vous accompagner jusqu’aux portes du festival début décembre.

En attendant, voici l’affiche complète (à retrouver avec toutes les infos sur le site officiel des Transmusicales) :

Ajate

Al-Qasar

Aloïse Sauvage

Arp Frique

Atoem

Bafang

Ben Lamar Gay

Big Buddha

Bigger

Black Pumas

Bodega

Brook Line

Bruno Belissimo

Candeleros

Charles Trees

Chatoune vs Marilou

Choolers Division

Crocodile

Cyril Cyril

Disiz La Peste

DJ Haze

DJ Lag

DJ Whitehot

Dombrance

Dox Martin

Ekiti Sound

El Vidocq

Elena Colombi

Eut

Fabrizio Rat

Fleuves

Gigsta (DJ set)

Glitter (DJ set)

Gloria Dave

Hubert Lenoir

Indianizer

Initials Bouvier Bernois

Johan Papaconstantino

K.O.G. and the Zongo Brigade

Ko Shin Moon

Komodo

Kosmo Pilot

L’Amateur

La Fleur (DJ set)

La Fraîcheur (DJ set)

Les Louanges

Los Orioles

Losange

Lyzza (Dj set)

Madam

Madmadmad

Makeness

Misterdo

Muthoni Drummer Queen

Nabihah Iqbal

Nâtah Big Band

Nelson Beer

Nihiloxica

Nova Materia

O’Sisters by Missil

Ouai Stéphane

Péroké

Pongo

Praa

Presseyes

Raph Dumas

Repi Del Mundo

Rexregis

Robert Finley

Ryder the Eagle

Saodaj’

Sara Zinger

Sink Ya Teeth

The Blind Suns

The Cinema Escape

Teh Correspondents

The Homesick

The Naghash Ensemble

The Psychotic Monks

The Surrenders

The YD

Topper Harley

Underground System

Venice Club

Vurro

Wooze

X-Altera

#2018 #programmation #rennes #transmusicales

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Avril 01. Olden Yolk + Delphine Dora – Espace B 04. Suuns – Elysée Montmartre 05. Michaela Antalova + Amundsen + On lâche les chiens – Le Zorba (gratuit) 05. UUUU + Quentin Rollet & Jérôme Lorichon – Espace B 05. Dance with the Dead + Christine + Mlada Fronta + Confrontational + Midnight Danger – Gibus 05. Eric Chenaux + Bass Clef – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 06. Le Prince Harry + Whispering Sons + The Guru Guru + It It Anita + Empereur – Supersonic 06. Le singe blanc + Nohaybanda! + Casse gueule – Cirque électrique 06. Litige + Cookies + Fumo Nero – Pointe Lafayette 06. NSI (Tobias & Max Loderbauer) + Sendai Soundsystem (Peter Van Hoesen & Yves De Mey) + ENA + Izabel – Concrete 06. Abdulla Rashim + Vril + LGML + Thomas Evans + Wondernature – Nuits fauves 07. Nozomi Misawa & Marion Bataille (fest. Raccords) – Bibliothèque Françoise-Sagan (gratuit sur résa) 07. Terminal Cheesecake + GuiliGuiliGoulag + Sweet Williams + Futuroscope – Espace B 07. Massicot – théâtre des Amandiers (Nanterre) 10. Jamie Stewart joue Xiu Xiu – Olympic café 10. Structure + Walking Idiots + Oktober Lieber – Le Klub 10. Wolf Eyes Music 2018 + Evil Moisture + Delphine Dora & Sophie Cooper – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 11. JC Satàn + Cockpit – La Maroquinerie 11. Silent Era + Youth Avoiders + Retsar Bai Naim – La Comedia (Montreuil) 12. Dune Messiah (dj) – Le Sans-Souci 12. The Ex + Anarchist Republic of Bzzz (fest. Banlieues bleues) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 13. Amusement Parks on Fire + Ulster Page + Misty Coast – Supersonic (gratuit) 13. DJ Krush – La Bellevilloise 13. La Secte du futur + Dune Messiah + The Space Padlocks – La Station 13. Èlg, Catherine Hershey, Borja Flames & Sourdure + D.K. + Carval Tarek (dj) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 14. Dominique a + My Brightest Diamond – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 14. Infecticide + Exo_C + Randy x Marsh + Mauvaise foi + Forge (Monospace fest.) – Petit Bain 14. Techno Thriller – La Station 14. Badbad – 2, rue Paul-Eluard (Montreuil) 14. Function + Shifted – La Machine 14. Lil Louis + Josh Wink + Ellen Allien + Levon Vincent + Acid Arab + Paranoid London + Wlderz + Thomas Delacroix – Paris Event Center 15. Dominique a + Adrian Crowley – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 18. Chrysta Bell – La Maroquinerie 19. Christian Death + Punish Yourself + Volker – La Machine 19. Peter Kernel – Point FMR 19. Ventre de biche + Compas dans l'oeil + Le Mal des ardents + La Coupure – La Station 19. Carole Robinson, Buno Martinez & Charles Curtis : "Naldjorlak I, II et III" d'Éliane Radigue – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 20. Die Selektion + Gost + Hørd + Koy + Valeskja Valcav – Supersonic (gratuit) 20. Zarkoff + Al Niklaus (dj) + Law & Haktion (dj) + Schwefelgelb (dj) + Philipp Strobel (dj) + Petula Black Sperm – La Station 20. Idles + Lice – Trabendo ||COMPLET|| 21. Igorrr + Niveau Zero – Trabendo 21. Yan Wagner + Tristesse contemporaine (fest. Clap Your Hands) – Café de la danse 21. Louisahhh + Jeanne Added + Maud Geffray + Myako + Léonie Pernet + Betty + RAG + Nari Fshr + Sophie Morello + Vikken + Leslie Barbara Butch + Sara Zinger + Catherin + Apollo noir + F/cken Chipotle (10 ans de Wet For Me) – La Machine 22. The Body + Fange – Olympic café 22. Norma Loy + Babel 17 – Supersonic 24>26. Franck Vigroux & Kurt d'Haeseleer – La Pop 25. Nine Eleven + Binaire + Unlogistic + Ayatollah – Le Klub 26. Ought + Foammm – La Maroquinerie 26. Wrekmeister Harmonies – Espace B 26. A Place To Bury Strangers – Trabendo 27. Popsimonova + Sleep Loan Sharks – Le Klub 28. She Past Away + Lebanon Hanover + Selofan – La Machine 28. Rhys Chatham + Krikor Kouchian + Chloé & Vassilena Serafimova – Centre Pompidou 28. Tomaga + Vanishing Twin + Veik – La Maroquinerie 28. Arcade Fire – Bercy Arena 28. Regis + Inigo Kennedy + CTRLS + Anastasia Kristensen – Nuits fauves 30. Koudlam + Bajram Bili + Pointe du lac – La Maroquinerie 30. Iron Fist of The Sun + Am Not + Kevlar + Kontinent – Les Voûtes 30. Seth Troxler & Miss Kittin – Badaboum

Mai 01. Venetian Snares & Daniel Lanois + Joanne Pollock Tryphème – Trabendo 03. Black Leather Jesus + Vomir + Rien – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Iceage + Pardans – Petit Bain 10. Derya Yildirim & Grup Simsek + Stranded Horse (Le Beau fest.) – La Petite Halle 11. And Also the Trees + Tropic of Cancer + Better Person + En attendant Ana + Magic Island (Le Beau fest.) – Trabendo 12. Deerhoof + Ulrika Spacek + First Hate + Pantin plage + Le Couleur + [Good Morning : ANNULÉ] (Le Beau fest.) – Trabendo 12. I Hate Models + Ancient Methods + Rrose – La Machine 13. God is an Astronaut – Trabendo 14. Bryan's Magic Tears + Le Villejuif Underground + VVVV – La Maroquinerie (gratuit sur résa) 15. Sinivia Alvise + Erwan Keravec & Mats Gustaffson + Orchestre orange & Gëinst (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 17>20. DJ AZF + Bundle of Joy (Barnt & Superpitcher) + Xeno & Oaklander + December + B-Ball Joints (aka Low Jack) + La Mverte + Succhiamo... (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 17. Moor Mother + Boy Harsher (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 17. Alessandro Cortini + Fléau – Petit Bain 17. Clément Edouard + Giani Caserotto + Elise Dabrowski & Claudine Simon (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 18. Sister Iodine + Ramleh (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 18. Joachim Florent + Nox.3 & Linda Olah + Chassol (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 19. Yo La Tengo – Cabaret sauvage 19. Horse Lord + Das Ding (fest. Ideal Trouble) – La Station 19. Deux boules vanille + Mondkopf + The Noise Consort (fest. Switch) – Théâtre de Vanves 20. Biscuit Mouth + Melkbelly + Storm{o} + BadBad – Espace B 20. SNTS (Marvellous Island fest.) – Ile de loisirs (Vaires-Torcy) 22. Zëro + Moodie Black – Petit Bain 23. Otomo Yoshihide + Kaze – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 24. Otomo Yoshihide & Chris Pitsiokos + Ikuro Takahashi – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 24. HMLTD + Faire (dj) – Petit Bain 25. Mogwai + Jon Hopkins + James Holden & The Animal Spirits (Villette sonique) – Grande Halle de La Villette 26. Car Seat Headrest + Naked Giants (Villette sonique) – Trabendo 26. Marquis de Sade + Anna Von Hausswolff + Exploded View (Villette sonique) – Grande Halle de La Villette 26/27. Abra + Essaie pas + Flohio + Kelly Lee Owens + Nilüfer Yanya + Smerz + Snail Mail + The Sea & Cake + Tzusing... (Villette sonique) – Prairie du cercle nord et périphérique (gratuit) 28. The Chamelons – Supersonic 29. The Damned – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 29. Deerhunter + Midnight Sister (Villette sonique) – Cabaret sauvage 30. John Maus + Flat Worms + Kate NV (Villette sonique) – Trabendo 30. The Damned – Petit Bain 30. Igorrr + Ni – Les Cuizines (Chelles)

Juin 02. Penguin Café – Fondation Cartier 02/03. Björk + Beck + Jamie XX + King Krule + Father John Misty + Migos... (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 07. Molly Nilsson – Badaboum ||COMPLET|| 08. Molly Nilsson – Badaboum 09. Trisomie 21 + Delacave – La Maroquinerie 09. Waxahatchee – Espace B 11. Preoccupations – La Maroquinerie 12. Damo Suzuki's Network – Espace B 12. Thom York – L'Olympia 13. L7 – La Cigale 14. Ty Segall & The Freedom Band + Mike Donovan – Bataclan 15. Bernard Grancher + Infecticide + Les Trucs – Centre Barbara-FGO 15/16. Ryoji Ikeda : "Formula - c4i - Datamatics" – Centre Pompidou 16. Vitalic (fest. Bains numériques) – Lac d'Enghien-lès-Bains (gratuit) 17. Animal Collective – Le Trianon 22. Modern Life Is War + Cro Mags – Petit Bain 25. Nine Inch Nails – Olympia ||COMPLET|| 27. The Jesus & Mary Chain – Le Trianon 29>01.07. Motor City Drum Ensemble + Antal + Golden Dawn Archestra + Tin Man + A Deep Groove + Josey Rebelle + Toshio Matsuura + Cotonete + Zaltan + Lomboy + Ceephax Acid Crew + Nick V + Saint DX + Kamaal Williams + Blake Baxter + Muddy Monk + Eliott Litrowski... (Macki Music fest.) – parc de la mairie (Carrières/Seine) 30. Echo Collective joue "Amnesiac" de Radiohead (fest. Days Off) – Le Studio|Philharmonie 30. Nils Frahm (fest. Days Off) – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie

Septembre 01. Ariel Pink (Paris Inter. Fest. of Psychedelic Music) – La Machine 04. Thee Oh Sees (Paris Inter. Fest. of Psychedelic Music) – La Cigale 22. The Wedding Present – Point FMR

Décembre 01. Deux boules vanille (fest. Marathon!) – La Gaîté lyrique 09/10. Moriarty – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 15. Gaspar Claus – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Avril 14. Arnaud Rebotini joue la BO de "120 Battements par minute" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Mai 17. Philip Glass : Études pour piano – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 18. Bruce Brubaker & Max Cooper : Glasstronica – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie

Juin 26. Magma – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie

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