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I hope this won’t sound weird but I think I got slightly hyperfixated on your daemon au from ao3 😭 it was a really fun read and got me thru the day when school started up. This isn’t meant to b like pressure for you to update or anything like that so I hope it won’t sound that way, but if you have any thoughts/hcs to share abt the story at all I’d love to hear them!
here's a couple of sketches i did of lyo and wild from my daemon au fic!
and that's really sweet. i'm glad ur enjoying it! i do plan on updating it once my weeks begin to get less hectic. start of semester rn is a bit much...
in terms of hcs and thoughts...
lyo likes forms with flight capabilities, but if she has to choose a land animal, it's usually either a type of squirrel or smaller canine. occasionally, she will take the form of a cat.
when lyo first had to take the form of a dragonfly, wild hated it, and as did lyo. it took them a long time to "settle" into that form.
flora put a bunch of ebooks on the slate so that wild would catch up on the history he either missed or is now unaware of due to his amnesia.
wild had a sister, her daemon would often take the form of different songbirds.
when legend's daemon klasina, settled as a rabbit, he had a crisis. klasi was not impressed.
hyrule is part-fairy, and due to this, pelle has the ability to change forms as though she has not settled. hyrule doesn't share this knowledge readily, so the chain does not know about it. (pelle also goes by he/she pronouns, along with hyrule.)
vasili, warrior's daemon, is an english mastiff. or the hylian equivalent.
#image#text#doodles#loz#linked universe#rambles#lu#lu wild#linked universe wild#linked universe au#asks#fic asks
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House Isekai: A Realm Reborn - Part 14, Bloodstained Philosophy (Prologue)
Act 2 Masterlist
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A young boy ran through the city's plaza in a hurry, almost running into several people along the way.
An even younger boy struggled to catch up as they tried their best to keep up.
(Young Boy) "Come on, Iros! we're gonna be late!"
Iros was completely out of breath while slowly walking, making sure his glasses didn't fall off his face.
(Iros) "Only because you made us!"
A green haired girl the same age as the two of them jogged past Iros, patting him on the back.
(Green-haired Girl) "I'm sure Eris won't mind. Not the first time we've been late."
She stopped for a moment to let Iros catch his breath.
The young boy was annoyed but ran back to Iros to wait as well.
(Green-haired Girl) "To be fair, Ambrus, Iros is right. We're only late because you wanted to eat."
(Ambrus) "How was I supposed to know that it would've taken them forever to make it, Klasina!?"
Klasina shrugged casually, not particularly bothered about being late.
(Klasina) "Next time don't plan a lunch thirty minutes before we go to a meeting, eh?"
Rolling his eyes, his attention turned back to Iros.
(Ambrus) "Jeez, you're STILL out of breath? This is why I said you needed to start training with me!"
(Iros) "Only you and Eris are insane enough to do laps around the entirety of Zanado and call it 'training'!"
(Klasina) "It still helps to get out of the library to walk around every once in a while."
Both of them turned to Klasina.
(Iros) "Whose side are you even on?!"
Klasina just smiled.
(Klasina) "If you got enough breath to talk back, you got enough to keep jogging. Come on, I'll run at your pace."
She held out her hand to him, which he grabbed and stood up straight.
Klasina eyed Ambrus who just shook his head, and the three of them jogged at a brisk pace go their destination.
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8 Years before Present Day…
The memory faded into white as Iros blinked, seeing Arval next to him.
(Arval) "You alright? You kinda zoned out there."
Iros stared at his hand silently.
The color was a sickly white before he sighed, putting back on his glove.
(Iros) "Yeah."
His footsteps were the only thing that could be heard in the Tower, blue lights reflecting off the crystal walls.
It seemed that just standing here was enough for the Tower to begin replaying memories. He took a mental note as he went to check in with the rest of his team.
Iros and Arval walked through the narrow corridor and opened the door, finding the others down in the main room standing and speaking.
They were all dressed in black robes, nothing especially noteworthy to differentiate themselves.
Iros himself wore the same black robes, the only thing special about it was the fact he wore no mask.
The room was mostly empty, besides the stairs he went up into leading to the narrow room.
(Iros) "Find anything else of note?"
The team turned to him as a woman stepped forward.
Like the other Agarthans, their skin was a pale sickly white, complimented by red eyes.
(Agarthan Woman) "Nothing besides the room you were in milord."
Iros turned back to the room behind him.
Who the hell was even capable of making something like this?
The door to the Tower opened, another group of Agarthans walking in.
A man in a red robe adorned with gold led the group. He had a half-mask that covered his upper face and only revealed his mouth.
(Red Robed Agarthan) "Report back to base. Thales wants to make an address to everyone."
Nodding, everyone left the room, Iros being the only one not moving.
After a few moments of silence, the man took off his mask and looked curiously behind Iros.
Arval floated over next to Iros and shook his head.
(Arval) "You're clear."
The Agarthan slowly walked to the side of Iros, his attention still on the door.
(Iros) "There's nothing in there besides a hallway and a teleporter, Ambrus."
(Ambrus) "Same as the last few towers we checked, then."
Iros crossed his arms, shaking his head.
(Iros) "This makes no sense at all. Where did these things even come from?"
(Ambrus) "Think Eris could have made these?"
(Iros) "Without us knowing? Impossible. Besides, Cichol would've put a stop to constructing monoliths like this almost instantly."
Both of them chuckled but quickly went silent. Iros spoke up, though both Ambrus and Arval noticed he was very uncomfortable doing so.
(Iros) "Speaking of, this Tower it…It showed me a memory I hadn't thought of in a long time."
Arval's expression darkened.
(Ambrus) "Hm. Which one would that be?"
(Iros) "When…we were kids. The three of us were running late for a meeting Eris wanted us to attend."
Ambrus remained silent for a moment before slightly chuckling.
(Ambrus) "Gonna have to be specific. There wasn't exactly a one time thing."
(Iros) "The time when Eris yelled at Klasina because she tripped both of us into the river while we were jogging."
(Ambrus) "Ah, that one."
Both of them looked at each other and smiled briefly before continuing.
(Ambrus) "It aches the heart but, after how many centuries have passed, its good to see we still remember them…Know why it showed you that memory in particular?"
(Iros) "No idea, honestly. I wasn't even thinking about her in that moment."
(Arval) "Maybe it has something to do with your subconscious?"
Ambrus turned to Arval, putting a finger to his chin.
(Ambrus) "That's not out of the question. Some of my men reported the same situation checking out the other Towers. Though obviously none of their memories went as far back as ours."
Arval shrugged nonchalantly.
(Arval) "Right, I forget you two are basically fossils at this point."
(Iros) "Oh shut up. You count as one too. Anyways, what's the plan? Do we tell Thales about these?"
(Ambrus) "We'll tell Thales about the one in Zanado, but these other ones? We keep them secret. They're our only shot at fixing his mistakes."
Iros and Arval tensed up.
(Arval) "Do you really think we can?"
(Ambrus) "We have to. For everyone's sake. Our's, Klasina's, and even Eris…We have no other option."
The three walked to the door as Ambrus stared at the foot of the Tower. It was nothing but sand.
(Ambrus) "Hm…I think we can make the place look a little more like home. But that's for another time."
(Arval) "What did the idiot even want us back for, anyway?"
(Ambrus) "Apparently some low rank named 'Lahabrea' found some plans that'd forward our plans tenfold. It's worth at least hearing the grunt out. Maybe we can get him to side with us."
They faded away into a black portal that opened and closed in the blink of an eye, leaving the small crystal tower to the mercy of the desert winds for now...
[Hey Kids!! - THE ORAL CIGARETTES]
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House Isekai: A Realm Reborn - Part 14
“Tonight We honor the hero!!”
Obstructing NO masks and the frenzied kids that break them –
Do they hate lies? Destruction?
These days are cast downward.
The honey of sweet body-temperature permeates its smell,
Bringing a stimulating flavor -flavor -flavor…
I just wanna hold your hands!
I just wanna hold your hands!
I just wanna hold your hands!
“Hey people! Let’s go back to zero!”
Get crazy, Hey Kids!! The era changes in succession; an never-ending uneasiness!
Get crazy, Hey Kids!! Along with you, whom I expected to see here!
With frenzied tears, I want to stay connected, searching out this love I can’t forget,
So get crazy, Hey Kids!! Would you still say the future is empty?
Get crazy, Hey Kids!! Send flying your worthless ego – a pointless struggle.
You’re okay going crazy?? So won’t you just go ahead and spit out my name?
“I swear I respect the hero!!”
Bloodstained Philosophy
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Café Reese aan de Hoogstraat, augustus 1938. De gevel van het café is versierd t.b.v. het 40-jarig regeringsjublieum van koningin Wilhelmina.
Reese, Dirk Henri Martinus. - Dir. der N.V. Mij. tot Expl. van D. Reese's Proeflokalen. - Geb. 20 Aug. 1880 te Rotterdam als zoon van Carl Hermann Reese en Klasina Maria Roose. - Geh. op 16 Sept. 1903 met Jacoba Steenbeek te Rotterdam.
Reese bezocht de lagere school en voer vervolgens jaren op passagiersschepen van de Holland-Amerikalijn. Na zijn militaire dienstplicht vervuld te hebben, richtte hij te Rotterdam een café op. Deze zaak liep zoo goed, dat al spoedig eenige andere er aan toegevoegd werden. Door het oprichten v.h. café-restaurant-cabaret Pschorr in 1916, voorzag Reese in de behoefte aan een amusementsgelegenheid voor het betere publiek. Hier treden bekende Ned. en buitenl. artisten voor het Rotterdamsche publiek op. Te Amsterdam opende hij in 1922 eenzelfde gelegenheid: „Mille Colonnes". Beide inrichtingen kregen later een plaats in de rij van Heck's Lunchrooms en Heck's Cafetaria's, van de N.V. Mij. tot Expl. van Heck's Lunchrooms, welke door R. mede werd opgericht.
Om Rotterdam voor de inwoners zoowel als voor de vreemdelingen aantrekkelijk te houden, richtte hij vervolgens het Café-Rest. Pschorr Dancing op, alsook hotel Atlanta die beide een groote vermaardheid, ook buiten ons land verwierven door hun moderne en comfortabele inrichting. Vóór tot den bouw van dit hotel overgegaan werd, bezocht R. eerst diverse wereldsteden in Europa en Amerika.
Voor het vliegwezen koesterde hij reeds van den beginne af een groote belangstelling en de eerste vliegers zooals Olieslagers, Verschaeve e.a. konden toen reeds op zijn moreelen en financieelen steun rekenen. - Hijzelf was een der eerste Nederlanders die zich in het luchtruim waagde. Hij stelde het leger bij de manoeuvres in 1911 een tweepersoons vliegtuig ter beschikking, waarvoor hij dankbetuiging ontving van den toenmaligen Min. van Oorlog, Dr. H. Colijn.
De foto komt uit de collectie Topografie Rotterdam. De informatie komt van iisg.nl.
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"Volkan Demirel'e" yaptiginiz kulup olarak yakışmadı . Volkan Demirel kulup icin elini onlarca kez taşın altına koymus ve de koymaya devam ederdi. Buyuk haksizliga taraftar olarak karşıyız. Fenerbahçe nin klasina yakismadi. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Ri03wHNSD-7TRlREjPtKn9x_1S0JKvKY4d6M0/?igshid=1qeumzoio6jca
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The Alternative Elfstedentocht, for The New York Times. Klasina Seinstra (left) was the first woman across the line in 1997, the last time the race was run in the Netherlands. Erben Wennemars (right), despite winning two Olympic medals, has never had an opportunity to compete in the original race, and dreams of doing so one day.
#portrait#elfstedentocht#alternatieveelfstedentocht#Make Portraits#on assignment#The New York Times#pete kiehart
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Faeblood of the Day: Hubrecht Coppenal
HUBRECHT COPPENAL b. 1909: [cue up video of that person in the bird of paradise costume doing the display dance]
After completing school, Hubrecht spent some time familiarizing himself with the family business. He then decided it was time to make an economically advantageous match. He started off by going to the United States in 1929 to court Gloria Llyrion. When she turned out to be only interested in Rolfe Underwood, he turned his attention to her younger sister Imogene, who was not impressed.
Imogene has been very good about wearing hand-me-down clothing. Somehow I'm not surprised that patience did *not* extend to hand-me-down suitors. <--attributed to Merton Llyrion>
The Llyrions being a lost cause, and Rowena Underwood being pregnant by a Faery lover and thus not in the running, he spent some of the early 1930's in Arizona, courting Ashling Soyokai. That sputtered out when he learned that *Ashling*, not her brother Tahoma, was next in line to head the Soyokai family, and so would not be moving anywhere. He then returned to Europe, set up housekeeping temporarily in London, and started paying attention to Branwen Faerbaen. They went out a few times, but Hubrecht lost interest when Branwen told him the Faerbaens were having money problems. (They weren't, actually, but Branwen wanted to find out what he was *really* interested in before things went any further. His reaction quite settled the matter.)
At the same time as he was trying to court Branwen, he wrote to Isidora Petronov, but she never wrote back. He also wrote to Afanasi "the Last" Koszcey, requesting permission to pay court to Athanasia, or possibly Anastasia. Afanasi wrote back that he could if he wanted, but not to expect any success unless he was prepared to come live in Siberia, and had a close friend or brother lined up for the other twin. Hubrecht dropped that line of inquiry.
If Claus weren't already married, I should be severely tempted to put him in a skirt, call him Klasina, and see how long it takes Hubrecht to turn up with a bouquet. <--attributed to Elfreda Seligkint, ca. 1938>
Here I am, twenty years old and I haven’t heard a thing from Hubrecht Coppenal. I think I’m hurt. Although I suppose he might have learned from his mistake with the Soyokais and worked out ahead of time that I’m my father’s heir? <—attributed to Nahid Ameshai, ca. 1935>
The outbreak of the Second World War/the Prussian Sorcerers' War put paid to any more overtures to Eastern Europe. In 1940, Hubrecht proposed out of the blue to Alcyone Elwin, who turned him down flat. As neither the Elphinstones, nor the Tuathdans, nor the Belenes, nor the Alfvens had any remotely suitable candidates, this meant Europe was out. Instead, in between dealing with actual business concerns (for his mother was getting older and less able to deal with them herself), he wrote to Ajanamar, asking Enitan Oshunmare if he happened to have any daughters whom he'd somehow forgotten to mention; Enitan confined himself to a polite if succinct negative. Then Hubrecht went to North America again.
Oh, yes, of *course* he's here on business. He's going to propose to me, isn't he. Hide me! <--attributed to Imani Oshunwood>
Will somebody please get the man married to *someone* before he drives everyone mad? <--attributed to Rowena Underwood>
Overtures to, indeed, Imani Oshunwood and Rowena Underwood having been rejected, Hubrecht went back to Europe before the end of the war. He was not very involved in the fighting, but did work with several cleanup and reconstruction teams.
Who is this Hubrecht man and why is he writing to me? <--Matylda Mleczko>
Finally, in 1952, Hubrecht Coppenal married Roswitha Schwarzwald, to the relief of practically everybody.
#scedasticity's ofic family kudzu#s.o.f.k.: coppenals#i'd tag all the other families but really it's MOST OF THEM
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Just did a brain storm on some new builds with Liz & Klasina. It was much needed. Good to have ideas and no restictions for any club. Just build what we want how we want. No pressure just fun.
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🎊おかげさまで6周年
🎂3/4 はKLASINA6周年記念日、
そう、アトリエにとっては奇跡の日です！
初めて自分の城を持った6年前の今頃は後戻��できない船に単身で乗り込んでしまったような心細い気持ちで怖くて震えていました。
そんな6年間の恐ろしさと感動が表裏一体だった一日一日を回想すると愛おしい日々でいっぱい、心の充足感は計り知れません。
それもこれも支えてくださった皆様のおかげ、応援してくれた友人のおかげです、ありがとうございます！
思いっきり没頭できる健康や環境があるのはとても幸せなこと、
実は特別なことです。
7年目はもう少し自らをいたわって心身の休息もとり入れながらこれからも精一杯精進してまいります。
7年目のKLASINAもどうぞよろしくお願い致します！！
6年間の一コマを動画にまとめました。
よかったらご覧ください。
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RAISA KOK finalist at the MITTELMODA FASHION AWARD http://mittelmoda.com/on-stage/raisa-klasina-melissa-kok/
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A is for Aquidneck
A is for Aquidneck
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My 2017 theme is “The History of Kanata”, the parallel world that is the setting for “Eagle Passage, and the theme reveal is here. I also wrote about this world in my blog post ‘This could be Kanata’.
A is for Aquidneck Island: On 28th September 1638, Samuel Hopkins and his congregation of Separatist settlers are welcomed by the Migisi clan mother, Klasina to discuss their needs, including…
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Café Reese aan de Hoogstraat, augustus 1938. De gevel van het café is versierd t.b.v. het 40-jarig regeringsjublieum van koningin Wilhelmina.
Reese, Dirk Henri Martinus. - Dir. der N.V. Mij. tot Expl. van D. Reese's Proeflokalen. - Geb. 20 Aug. 1880 te Rotterdam als zoon van Carl Hermann Reese en Klasina Maria Roose. - Geh. op 16 Sept. 1903 met Jacoba Steenbeek te Rotterdam.
Reese bezocht de lagere school en voer vervolgens jaren op passagiersschepen van de Holland-Amerikalijn. Na zijn militaire dienstplicht vervuld te hebben, richtte hij te Rotterdam een café op. Deze zaak liep zoo goed, dat al spoedig eenige andere er aan toegevoegd werden. Door het oprichten v.h. café-restaurant-cabaret Pschorr in 1916, voorzag Reese in de behoefte aan een amusementsgelegenheid voor het betere publiek. Hier treden bekende Ned. en buitenl. artisten voor het Rotterdamsche publiek op. Te Amsterdam opende hij in 1922 eenzelfde gelegenheid: „Mille Colonnes". Beide inrichtingen kregen later een plaats in de rij van Heck's Lunchrooms en Heck's Cafetaria's, van de N.V. Mij. tot Expl. van Heck's Lunchrooms, welke door R. mede werd opgericht.
Om Rotterdam voor de inwoners zoowel als voor de vreemdelingen aantrekkelijk te houden, richtte hij vervolgens het Café-Rest. Pschorr Dancing op, alsook hotel Atlanta die beide een groote vermaardheid, ook buiten ons land verwierven door hun moderne en comfortabele inrichting. Vóór tot den bouw van dit hotel overgegaan werd, bezocht R. eerst diverse wereldsteden in Europa en Amerika.
Voor het vliegwezen koesterde hij reeds van den beginne af een groote belangstelling en de eerste vliegers zooals Olieslagers, Verschaeve e.a. konden toen reeds op zijn moreelen en financieelen steun rekenen. - Hijzelf was een der eerste Nederlanders die zich in het luchtruim waagde. Hij stelde het leger bij de manoeuvres in 1911 een tweepersoons vliegtuig ter beschikking, waarvoor hij dankbetuiging ontving van den toenmaligen Min. van Oorlog, Dr. H. Colijn.
De foto komt uit de collectie Topografie Rotterdam. De informatie komt van iisg.nl.
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