#calador

[puzzledjaypros]

Cass removes the masking tape pattern from Calador's dummy and preps it for sewing!

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[7thevilex]

Alador your boyfriend is from the 1650s, he doesn’t understand your inventions 😭😭

Calador ig… randomized ships can be cute if you’re delusional enough!

[apartmentmarinacalador]

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[bellacasa-mallorca]

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[tanoraqui]

now that this fic is all published, I can ramble about the things that happen afterward in the timeline! Feel SO free to ask about anything you want more details of.

First off, all three posts about Dave the Balrog are 100% canon to this au, except for where they sometimes contradict the fic's worldbuilding or plot bc I hadn't settled on every detail yet. Also, Dave’s name is probably more like “Drav”, from the Sindarin “drava-”, “to hew.”

That happens much later, though - about 1980 TA. FIRST, immediately, as Celebrimbor says: it's time to save the orcs!

That is, wildly self-indulgent crossover with @ceescedasticity's fic(verse) elves, once, which isn't 100% my headcanon for orcs but it's essentially canon for this au because it makes everything VERY FUNNY in a tragic irony way. I've thought about this so much that it really deserves its own bullet-point post, but highlights include:

- Annatar attempts to conceal the fact that Curufin and Celegorm are orcs, and, y'know, have been since they died. This works until Celebrimbor identifies a bunch of the orc army's weapons as made by his father, even if the style is strange and fell, and the two of the have a HUGE fight in front of representatives of every Elvish kingdom in Middle Earth and most of an army of orcs.

- Bellow/Turgon is having the single strangest, most uncomfortable road trip of his life, and he counts the crossing of the Helcaraxë in that total.

- Turgon tries to convince Galadriel to take Celebrían and Elrond and get out of here, because inevitably this must be a cruel trick and all the orcs will be forced to turn on all the Elves. Galadriel is like, "Honestly, I've been watching Celebrimbor's slow corruption and Sauron's slower un-corruption for about 2,000 years now, and I think we actually have a shot at this. Also, bold of you to assume you can beat me in a fight."

- Curufin and Celegorm had BOOKED IT when Annatar's summoning-compulsion snapped, on the reasonable assumption that any plan the Dark Lord had for them + Celebrimbor could only be cruel to the extreme...so Celebrimbor and Annatar go on a bonus road trip to retrieve them.

- Everyone meets up by the Sea again, but instead of taking (or, obeying) the offer of escape into Ulmo's hands, Turgon and probably a bunch of other orcs volunteer to come help break the Crucible. They Deserve This.

- In the end, as usual, the day is ultimately saved - as are the souls of thousands of trapped elves - by the power of love and overwhelming violence.

AND THEN...

Celebrimbor & Annatar don't actually rebuild Ost-in-Edhil and Eregion as they were. Those days are over, and also the surviving Númenoreans kinda...regard Annatar as Absolute Evil, for some mysterious reason. And those who knew about the whole or even partial conspiracy - namely Tar-Miriel herself - aren't too keen on Celebrimbor, either.

They leave whoever wants to stay and rebuild in Eregion, leadership tbd based on the traditional system of craft-based meritocracy, and take a few decades off to lay low from geopolitics, work on their marriage, and for Celebrimbor to learn a little bit of necromancy so he can manipulate his own fëa and hröa, thank you very much.

They stay with the Witch-Queen of Calador for a while, discreetly because officially that kingdom is also not on good terms with its “former” evil-ish overlord. (The Witch-Queen of Calador and her not really sane, almost certainly unsafe, but arguably consensual relationship with Annatar really deserves her own post, too. She’s my favorite OC of this au. She really loves bats.)

Elrond & Celebrían get married! Elrond always knew his wedding would have to involve stopping drunken brawls from erupting between people who love him but hate each other, but he’d assumed it’d be Iathrim and Fëanorians, not an elderly Queen Miriel going for Annatar’s eyes with a butter knife.

Annatar regards the birth of Elrohir and Elladan with some concern, this alarming lineage now augmented by the blood of Arafinwë (cut off Melkor’s foot) and Galadriel (Melian’s pupil, hates him). But that’s nothing to how freaked out he is by Arwen, who is such an obvious Reprise of Lúthien that it’s now CLEAR that this was all a Melian scheme to assault him, personally.

He can’t just kill her now—Elrond and Galadriel and both right here, not to mention Celebrimbor. And then she’d absolutely be his enemy when she Returned… No, the only solution is to stay in Imladris for a while and become her most beloved uncle whom she would not dream of assaulting, whom she could not bring herself to injure even if circumstance and conscience forced her hand. Love has ever been the undoing of Melian’s line. The Reprise is obvious, but not so established that he cannot twist it into irony, Lúthien’s heir as his devoted student and companion rather than foe.

[smash cut to late 3rd Age Annatar watching the Music settle into place as Arwen interacts with the newest, currently toddling scion of the House of Elendil and nearly killing the child right then because no, no, thats not how this was supposed to Reprise—that’s his jewel of an elf-queen, Singer and trade-manipulator and niece, and he’s going to lose her forever? Killing the brat won’t even work, that would only make her follow him sooner, one way or another—]

Celebrimbor doesn’t want to build a city (and have his heart broken by the loss of the city) again, but he very much does want to ImproveThe World, and also to Make Things With His Hands. So he and Annatar, and whoever of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain wish to join them, set about… “Traveling” is too loose a term; just because they’re not city-building doesn’t mean anyone here wants to live on the road. They need workshops, forges, and ideally a maia-sized cat tree tall tower from which to survey their domain. They are a highly skilled work crew/technical, artistic & management consultants who change cities every 5-200 years, throughout Middle Earth and perhaps even other continents.

This what Celebrimbor and Annatar do, for most of the rest of their time in Middle Earth. A few of the Mírdain travel with them all the time. Others strike out on their own, or in similar small groups. Others stay in rebuilt Ost-in-Edhil, or Rivendell or the Havens or another Elvish kingdom, and come lend a hand when their particular talents are called for. Everyone who “died” in Númenor and was “resuscitated” by Annatar walked away with a strengthened, basically permanent osanwë connection to the simulated workshop group chat, which they’re aware of, and a location tracker and fëa-stamp saying “PROPERTY OF MAIRON, FUCK AROUND AND YOU WILL FIND OUT” which only an Ainu could detect.

They're the mysterious stranger(s) who accept an offer of hospitality on a stormy night and reward you with a magic ring that blesses your farm with fecundity. They arrive in a city in the middle of a cholera outbreak and inform the local rulers that they're here to overhaul the whole wells & sewers system in exchange for room and board; no, the local rulers do not get a choice in this. One time they do oust an evil ruling dynasty and just kinda take over the kingdom for a few centuries, but then Celebrimbor starts to get paranoid of his own growing attachment so Annatar reluctantly agrees to find and raise some honorable candidate for kingship [gender-neutral]. One of the Mírdain with them says, what about the choice of the people? And then after a lot of discussion, partly in collaboration with their local Men, they write up and seal with Power a Constitution that establishes an oversight body of political, economic, craft and etc. experts to oversee and have veto power over popular elections to kingship from a slate of candidates chosen by the current/soon-to-be previous king, on a strict thirty-year schedule. There, that should stabilize the whole messy business of mortal succession!

Also, 1300 years or so into the Third Age when this version of Gondor hits its equivalent of the Kin-Strife, Annatar takes advantage of its weakness to initiate a plan he's been contemplating for a while, especially while gaining local insight into a variety of nation-states and their management, and returns to Oroduin to forge what may he his last Great Work...a new standard of currency.

It’s called, in the common tongue developing from Adúnaic and Sindarin, the “mira”, pl. “miran”, from Quenya “mírë” (“jewel, precious thing). Where pettier currencies are based in gold or silver or the might of some particular empire, these hold value Because a Great Maia Said So—indeed, Sang So, Sang a new line into the Great Music that these coins would always have a value of…whatever he said so, if he updated a petty lyric or two of their Song. Those who use the coins don’t need to know this; they simply intuit, with coins in hand, what they are worth.

(You can lead even the mightiest empire by the nose if you control the price of grain alone, much less other commodities, or one currency relative to another. Each minute adjustment takes Power, especially to shift the natural balance of multiple interlocking goods…but Annatar is a master of the perfectly placed lever with which to shift the world.)

Maybe at some point the Valar are like, “okay, I think they don’t irrationally hate us anymore, I think this could work” and send a small group of Maiar to openly, humbly approach Annatar and Celebrimbor and ask if they might be apprentices in the craft of…whatever the fuck is happening here. Or maybe something adjacent, because Pallandro and Alatar would really like to fuck off into those excellent looking woods and hunt the remnants of Ungoliant’s spawn, and Radagast actually wandered away 5 minutes ago to talk to a bird. He’s gonna be a while. But Curumo and Olórin are listening politely!

…Or maybe not. Maybe it’s just the Jewelsmiths, slowly becoming folklore, bettering the world (and manipulating wide-scale economics) one stone at a time. (They’d still be the “Jewelsmiths” anyway, even if they included those who, in another universe, were called “The Wise.”)

As stated in the third Dave the Balrog post, they do Sail eventually, several centuries after Arwen’s death. Celebrimbor just gets tired, and Annatar can’t fix it. Ossë spends the whole voyage backstroking next to their ship and sarcastically quoting Annatar back at himself, Years of the Trees insults about being made weak and pathetic by love, until Annatar nearly lunges over the side as a wolf to tear his throat out.

[eric8a]

Discord was of no help.

I'm trying to find a blue to paint Ultramarines in a similar style to second edition. The most common blue I've seen is Calador Sky and I've tried Hoeth Blue. But I'm looking for something in a dropper bottle. And I don't want to decant.

Does anyone have any suggestions?

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

Not your Captain

The Weasley clan were well-known by anyone who sailed the seas and any port they had stopped by. Their pirate empire had grown slowly. First, it was a couple with their crew, sailing the seas and stealing from the rich and corrupt.

As their empire expanded through their kids, they became more renowned. When they came of age, every one of them gained their own ship and started building their crew. With every ship added to their fleet, the more fearsome they became. You knew when their ships showed up together, you were done for.

But that only happened every so often. Usually, they were split up, sailing the seas on their own as Captains of their own ships. Not that they couldn’t wreak havoc by themselves; each of their children was not to be messed with.

And their youngest and only daughter, Ginny, was also not to be messed with. The pretty face and short stature had misled more than a few men, and they’ve all had to pay for it. She was as ruthless as the rest of them. What she lacked in strength, she made up with guts.

They all had their region they frequented and she stopped at the port of Caladore quite often. Not only was it a good place to trade, it had the most excellent fish to buy and with that, a most excellent fisherman.

[tashgoose]

Finished reference sheet for pysicist (fa) of their character Calador, a spellcasting avian. Open for more character design and reference commissions! Regular commissions as well

[doctorslippery]

d200 Single Word Starship Names

Completed List

Intrepid

Longarm

Midsommer

Protos

Worship

Calador

Philosopher

Santera

Castillo

Dragoon

Horizon

Windswept

Aurelian

Resolute

Corinth

Trimaran

Titan

Olympia

Watcher

Matador

Sleuth

Herald

Halcyon

Buccaneer

Flagstone

Respite

Monarch

Sumere

Zemnoi

Polaris

Angkor

Halogen

Pathfinder

Wildfire

Altair

Lamplight

Falchion

Vega

Archimedes

Copernicus

Helios

Hypatia

Cypress

Northumbria

Celeste

Calliope

Carpathia

Vengeance

Remembrance

Nightingale

Sidewinder

Saphrax

Terminus

Deadlock

Tuscan

Vitalis

Cascade

Acolyte

Lockstone

Malkuth

Ætheris

Kaiser

Ascent

Parallax

Saudade

Stargazer

Hephaestus

Proteus

Columbia

Silence

Panama

Harmony

Conqueror

Cromwell

Chimera

Nemesis

Emissary

Syracuse

Lancaster

Nautilus

Dauntless

Reliant

Tranquility

Remus

Romulus

Vanguard

Artemis

Firebrand

Defiance

Renault

Observer

Providence

Stalwart

Tortoise

Leviathan

Covenant

Inquisitor

Claymore

Pursuit

Facade

Bonus Names:

how would you roll Midway

Tenacity

Halacion

Trimaran

Spitfire

Magus

Ravenous

Idalia

Rutledge

Stockton

Errant

Hylacomylus

Mercator

Meridian

Cartographer

Azimuth

Vohlonen

Tyrolian

Vizier

Sahara

Alexandria

Eddystone

Aperture

Fresnel

Ambrose

Rodionov

Iikon

Roanoke

Croatoan

Terracotta

Mercurial

Thermopylae

Odessa

Sunrise

Agamemnon

Atreus

Mastiff

Demeter

Corsican

Tarascan

Gibraltar

Genoa

Ironclad

Ulysses

Malachai

Tortuga

Nexus

Requiem

Solstice

Paragon

Empyrean

Relic

Tempest

Oracle

Mirage

Nomad

Onyx

Valkyrie

Ascendant

Endeavor

Reverie

Calypso

Epoch

Apogee

Odyssey

Rasmussen

Aerostar

Convair

Clarion

Sevastopol

Aralsk

Mentor

Nautilus

Sanctity

Autumn

Primavera

Inquieto

Myrrddin

Tartan

Pendragon

Mezzanine

Troubadour

Pelican

Matador

Armstrong

Chesapeake

Strider

Eloquence

Bastille

Bastion

Algernon

Kingfisher

Evergreen

Avalanche

Sovereign

Solitude

Maktoub

Charrería

Vaquero

Sublime

[dreadnautilus0]

Adms sendo incrivelmente caladores de bocas com poucas palavras...

esse papo de lacrador n gosto n, shoo qq

mas não pode deixar ninguém se crescer pro teu lado não, viu?

[puzzledjaypros]

Cass sews the first of several colored details into Calador's suit. These colored runes are UV-reactive and some will feature embedded LED's!

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[incorrectspelljamming]

Calador: Hey, what are you reading?

Ermin: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself.

Calador: Impressive! I must have it for myself!

Ahshala: So it’s just a Notebook?

Ermin: It’s just a Notebook

[apartmentmarinacalador]

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[safvdie]

sabe que no lo dice en chiste, pero rubio logra sacarle una risita. no lo conoce mucho pero le agrada, y se siente cómoda con lysander cerca. " fue una sabia decisión " ella tampoco lo pensó. la naturaleza nunca fue lo suyo y no se le pasó por la cabeza tomar previsiones al respecto. si en ese momento estaba cubierta es porque había pensado en el frío--demasiado acostumbrada al frío calador de chicago--. gesto que realiza después le resulta un poco cómico, especialmente porque a ella le hubiera pasado igual. no estar pendiente del teléfono era un alivio, aunque extrañaba mucho hablar con su padre. ¿sabía algo de todo lo que está sucediendo?. " no, tranquilo. es más la ansiedad de que me molesten a que lo hagan realmente " hace un gesto con su mano derecha, cerca de la cabeza, asumiendo que son locuras propias. " la naturaleza me pone incómoda " ni hablar de toda la realidad que los rodea. pero tal vez se centra en las incomodidades más prácticas para no pensar en las otras. " aunque seguro habrá alguna planta que sirva de repelente " mira a su al rededor y luego suspira, volviendo a él. " ¿tú cómo estás llevando la caminata? "

' ah, no — decidí robarme unas barras de chocolate en su lugar ' suponía que al estar tan familiarizado con la fauna doméstica y lo fascinante que le resultaba la fauna doméstica, olvidaba pequeños detalles prácticos a la hora de enfrentarse a la naturaleza. o, bien, su falta de costumbre en general en escenarios similares. ' ¿te están molestando mucho los bichos? puedo buscar — ' y toma su teléfono, recordando que de momento es prácticamente un estorbo. resopla, volviendo a esconderlo en el bolsillo interno de su chaqueta. ' puedo intentar recordar algo para espantar insectos ' se corrige, frunciendo su entrecejo.

[rosyandrade12-blog]

De: Fernando Sabino

Para: Clarice Lispector

Nova York, 10 de junho de 1946

Clarice,

Esta é a quarta carta que inicio para responder a sua. Ainda ontem me lembrei muito de você, porque um americano me perguntou se o meu relógio era registrado. A Suíça existe mesmo? Daqui de Nova York não posso te contar nada além do que você calculou. Tenho sentido muita falta de seu livro que deixei no Brasil, para plagiar uns pedaços quando vou escrever o meu.

Tenho tido muitas dores de cabeça

Tive muitos pesadelos

Tive muito pouco dinheiro

Tive muitas oportunidades de ficar calador

Tive muita decepção com os Correios

Tenho cansaço, saudade e calma

Tenho bebido muito, muito, muito

Tenho lido os suplementos dominicais

Tenho tido vontade de voltar

Tenho xingado muito o Getúlio

Tive muito medo de morrer

Tenho tido muita pena de Helena para ter se casado comigo

Tenho tido muita vontade de brincar

Clarice, estou perdida no meio de tantos particípios passados. Estou com vontade de fumar e o meu cigarro acabou, estou com vontade de namorar de tarde numa pracinha cheia de árvores, Só de pensar que você estará lendo esta carta muitos dias depois de ter sido escrito me dá vontade de não mandar. Mas mando, Me escreva, que responderei imediatamente. Como vai indo o seu livro? O que você faz às três horas da tarde? Quero saber tudo, tudo. Me escreva uma carta de sete páginas, Clarice.

[thumalin]

A lot of work in progress

Here you can see all the figures I am currently working on 🙂

Top row:

All figures in the overview. From left to right:

Calador Erskine (OC), Lias (OC), Zelda from "The Legend of Zelda - Twilight Princess", Diego from the PC role-playing game "Gothic", Harada Sanosuke from "Hakuouki" and Skeld (OC).

Middle row:

Calador Erskine, aka the Cannibal, and leader of the Leal'Dhearg and the base have received their first coat of paint.

I always imagined him as some kind of dark knight (but mit in a positive way), that's why his clothes are kept dark mostly.

Bottom row:

This figure of Lias is about 3 or 4 years old and I never was happy with it. Now that I've redesigned her clothes (for like the hundredth time), I want to update the figure as well. I hope that she will come closer to the current concept that you can see in the picture 😊