#Arlandes

[detournementsmineurs]

Sans elle ... pas de JO de Paris... la vasque olympique symbole poétique imaginé par le designer Mathieu Lehanneur sans combustion grâce à un réseau de Leds et de brumisateurs, août 2024.

Un hommage installé aux cœur des Tuileries à l'endroit même du tout premier vol de Montgolfière orchestré par le savant Pilâtre de Rozier et le Marquis d’Arlandes à partir des recherches des frères Montgolfier, 1783.

[angstmongertina]

7KPP Week 2024: Day 1

So I said I wasn't going to finish this but I decided I needed to start getting in the habit of posting SOMETHING to kickstart my muse again, so here we are already late for day 1 of 7KPP Week 2024.

Technically, the prompt was Background (Remix) and this is perhaps a loose at best interpretation of this, but when @teaandinanity went "psychic MC who is actually aware of the other lives she's lived re: new game plus bonuses," my brain decided to latch onto it and work that into one of my existing characters, so now here we are. Thank you for the inspiration, Tea! ILY!

It's short, but still, to spare you my nonsense, the actual writing is under the cut!

It was a strange thing, the brief glimmers. The feelings of familiarity, the tingling sensations, the sudden visions that would flash before her eyes, vivid and intense and oddly, impossibly, comforting.

She knew better than to talk about them, now. She did once when she was a child, following in Constance's shadow as her sister led her away from the nursery. As they shuffled through the hallways, her feet dragging, tangled in clothes both too big and too rough against her skin, a flash of boisterous laughter and thick furs and pouting blue eyes, bright against a rough snowy mountainside, steadied her footsteps, until she fairly floated down the hidden staircase and through the servant's entrance into the city. The bright bursts of the fireworks shadowed the worry in Constance's eyes, but could not disguise the urgency in her voice, in the hand that gripped her arm, gentle but firm. Grave.

After all, imagine the shame of having an Arlish princess who was half-mad or worse, had been touched by witchcraft.

So instead, Princess Fidelity learned to hold her tongue, watching, knowing, as she grew, as tutors came and went, marveling over her knowledge of history (comfortable companionship and shared responsibility) and academics (nights spent poring over scrolls and tutors in a language at once both foreign and familiar) and politics (bargaining and machinations in a palace that gleamed like a jewel against golden sand), as she plotted with the memory of necessity and talked her way out of trouble with the finesse of handling two powerful crown siblings, as her beloved sister sailed off to the Summit, pale and docile and never to return, ensnared in the web of a brute of a man she has never met but knows she already loathes with the burning fire of multiple suns.

She learned to recognize backgrounds, languages, people, far more varied, more interesting than the parade of nobles through the castle. Honeyed flirtation and quick banter would help her draw attention, while a vague pitching under her feet hardened her spine. Sharp catlike grins approved of careful maneuvering and clever conclusions. Tall, stoic nobles and bright, grinning captains commended her wit, her command. She said nothing, but, in flashes and bursts, she knew them all, loved them all.

So when the king and queen held a banquet in her honor, she knew what was to come. Seven years had passed since her sister had set forward on her path. She would sail to Vail Isle. She would attend the next Summit. And she would do it well.

After all, it was time now to find out her story.

[who-do-i-know-this-man-s3]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[kervl-klear]

[simply-ivanka]

An example of close-minded, naïve, woke "leadership".

Sanna Marin squandered opportunities to make Finland great, to resolve the Sami issues and to unite the country both economically and with a path into the future. She focused on Ukraine, made a stink about trans and gays and ignored the elderly that built the great country of Finland.

Then the Finns got smart and threw her and her party out of their leadership role! Wasted talent (like Obama). She wanted greatness for herself, got selfish, self center and an ego the size of Helsinki and let the good people of Finland go without. Finland now is adrift politically and economically.

Sanna Marin, on the other hand, is working for Tony Blair's political consulting organization making big money and living the jet set celebrity life of a now-divorced woman.

[dergtrash]

Color wheel complete! now with the last two.

Monster Racers DS: Glimmer Fossil Fighters: Shanshan

[rachelraygifs]

Gonna play my favorite Atelier trilogy ever again, the Dusk trilogy, since it's been rereleased on steam. Excited since I haven't played these since I was in college. I'm sure Shallie is still kinda garbage but that's part of the charm.

But first off --

My daughter....

[grailfigure]

Rororina Fryxell // Atelier Rorona: Alchemist of Arland

High Priestess (1/8) by MegaHouse

[paladin-tourney]

Round 1, Side A - Arland Roburtar Gabrian Krahr (Innkeeper Chronicles by Ilona Andrews) vs. Solaire (1HP Club (Webtoon))

Propaganda:

Arland Roburtar Gabrian Krahr (Innkeeper Chronicles by Ilona Andrews)

He is the Marshal (military head of their house) of House Krahr. He belongs to an intergalactic race of vampire knights who live in high tech but essentially mediaeval castles and who value rules and martial prowess highly. His first major command was of the Nexus conflict, a three-way intergalactic war for the planet Nexus. Very obsessed with the vampire version of chivalry.

Solaire (1HP Club (Webtoon))

He's adorable without the helmet (and even with it tbh), but also really strong when he needs to be. He can literally smell evil. Like, with his nose. At one point he rushes into danger and almost gets the party killed and he feels so guilty that his friends got hurt. I love him, your honor. Also his helmet does expressions, like if he makes an angry face the metal on the helmet goes down like his eyebrows. It's kind of hard to explain but it's really funny imo. And his player's name is Jesus which is so fitting for a paladin.

[sterkeyra]

Atelier Resleriana - Roman

Roman finally is here and ahhh Atelier Resleri blessed me with him on first try! I got lucky because he was one characters i definitely wanted and finally the hatchling prince joined my squad.

And a prince he is, as he is actually Richard Lantana of the Lantana kingdom. So basically he is the representation of Gio and Tantris. Gio the runaway king and Tantris that joined by giving us a false name 😂

I love Roman already (even though his cape looks like eggshells when he wears it over his head) and I bet Sterk might lash out at him just like at Gio😂

[skullislandproductions]

The “wet cement” image, from my previous post, here, painted by Craig Kelly, as it appears in the credits for “Little Go Beep,” with the list of animators, as well as an acknowledgment to the great Chuck Jones.

[seerstella]

Mike Farrell as Astronaut (Major) Arland (the shish kebab and belly dancers poor astronaut whose mission was switched to Tony's by Jeannie II) in I Dream of Jeannie episode Genie, Genie, Who's Got the Genie Part 3 (1968).

[angstmongertina]

7KPP Week: Day 2

Once again, I'm late (this time a full day already!), and my fic is tangentially related at best, so I'll add some rambling underneath about what some actual dates might be!

Anyway, day 2 is date night, here featuring a little fic of Temperance and @teaandinanity's Nisha and some discussion of NPC!Tempy and Lia!

As before, more 7KPP nonsense under the cut!

The musicale was a rousing success. That was apparent enough from the applause after the performance and the smiles of the guests as they bid Lady Nisha and herself—though, admittedly, far more towards Nisha, the official hostess of the event—farewell. And yet, Temperance hardly noticed, entranced as she still was by the melodies still dancing in her mind, the images of the violinist drawing his bow across the strings, clear and confident and with passion in every single note.

If she were to be perfectly honest with herself, she hardly cared for the social sense, but at least in the artistic sense, the musicale certainly was a success as well.

It wasn't until Nisha had bounced up to her, with far more speed and enthusiasm than her typical languorous movements would suggest, that she noticed the emptiness of the room. Their guests had all swiftly made themselves scarce, no doubt preparing for the introductions later in the day, while the performers packed up their instruments, murmuring in voices too low to be heard, even despite the acoustics of the room.

And judging by the glint in Nisha's eyes, it was a relative solitude that she intended to take full advantage of.

"I see your sister's descriptions of your musical talent were no exaggeration, Princess."

In spite of herself, she stiffened, the denial falling off her tongue with practiced ease. "You are too kind, Lady Nisha, and Princess Constance far too generous with her compliments."

"I, too kind?" A hidden smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I fear Lord Blain - who has a far longer-standing acquaintance with me - would vociferously disagree with that assessment. Though, I suppose your sister's compliments carried less weight after a closer acquaintance with her… expertise.”

On instinct, she smothered her laugh, a hand clapped over her mouth before the sound, harsh and inelegant, could escape. Given the still brighter grin she received in response, however, she only partially succeeded.

And oddly, she did not really care.

She did, however, pause, looking at her new friend more carefully. "She demonstrated her musical talents?" That, even more so than the letter Lady Nisha had cheerfully delivered to her, was an indication of her sister's trust; Temperance could count on one hand the number of times her sister had voluntarily performed—if her off-tune warbling could be called that—in front of her, let alone to others of their acquaintance.

“In a matter of speaking. She happened upon my serenading of a not quite empty courtyard, you see, and gave my performance a most impressive encore."

Judging from Nisha's satisfied expression, it was hardly so simple, but before she could formulate a proper response and despite her best efforts to avoid it, she found herself tugged forward to sit at the piano, and looked back up at her friend.

"She also revealed your aptitude for music," Nisha offered, nodding towards the instrument.

Barely restraining a start, she looked down, to where her hands had instinctively settled into position for a simple minuet, and let them drop, fingers slipping from the polished ivory keys into her lap as she shook her head. "You exaggerate. It was only a few brief lessons, several months' duration at most, and many years ago now." She twisted her fingers in her lap. "Certainly hardly worthy of a beautiful instrument such as this."

"The instrument would much rather be played, I think, and if you won't, then I will."

Lady Nisha's words were a threat and one she intended to follow through, she discovered, torn between amusement and horror as her friend leaned over, fingers twisting into some facsimile of her previous position and coaxing out notes more discordant than she thought would have been possible. Even the musicians paused their conversation to glance over, and she flushed, barely resisting the un-princess-like urge to knock Nisha's hands aside.

The lady in question straightened up and winked. "Last chance?"

"Fine." She sighed, though surely even the swiftly retreating observers could see her faint smile as she settled her fingers back into position and began to play.

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Tempy is quite the musician, and if coaxed into it, will play music for a friend who might ask it of her. In particular, should you be interested in practicing any dancing, she is a very willing musician, though not a participant--she is rather nearsighted and lack of corrective lenses (because princesses do not need glasses) has made her rather clumsy. Because of this, she has memorized much of her repertoire and can perform without sheet music, if properly encouraged.

And as a bonus for Tea, Lia is similarly musically inclined, though as a mom friend through and through, her date will vary a bit more depending on what she senses you might need. For some, this might be a calming walk by the lake, while for others, this may be a meal and some light conversation, or even time spent in companionable silence in the library. If she likes you and suspects you are harboring feelings for someone, she may even try to matchmake, giving you opportunities to interact with your beloved, in whatever form would be most helpful. Even if she may be harboring feelings for the same person.

[leakedexperience]

In today's article, we describe how the Atelier series just made an April Fool's yuri schoolgirl AU of one of its most popular het ships... and how it might actually be a more fascinating character study than it looks at first.

[kervl-klear]

gives u a banan

These three had been eating cabbage in olive oil for a week straight so your bananas sent them over the moon.

BNP02 clear for landing, thank you again for the banana! 🍌🍌

[smashorpass50plus]

Ludwig Giovanni Arland (Atelier Meruru)