#caldor

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_965 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[thecoparoom]

Easter at Caldor

The Day - Apr 20, 1973

[fishmech]

amazing.

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Kiara glowered at Zarek, and knew that killing him wasn’t an option., no matter how tempting it might actually have been. It was nothing to do with any kind of sympathy she might have had for him, nor was it anything to do with some sort of human kindness Caldor had tried appealing to on more than one occasion simply to see if she was truly human. It was more because she knew she’d be in trouble with their boss. Knew that there was no way she’d be forgiven for killing off somebody who could be an asset for the gang before they’d become a proper issue. Though, in her eyes Zarek was way passed the idea of “proper issue” and closer to the realms of an actual liability.

‘Fighting amongst ourselves really isn’t going to help,’ Caldor said peaceably. He was, she realised, enjoying the little moment of in-fighting. To him, it only proved he should walk away from all of this. Sell them out as if he had no hand in helping them evade capture on more than one occasion. But money did wonders for the warlock, and the price they’d offered for his assistance promised loyalty.

‘It might,’ Kiara said darkly, idly flipping her knife around her fingers. ‘Might teach the brat a lesson.’

‘Brat?’ The incredulity behind Zarek’s voice was obvious, but there was a whisper of fear behind it. Whatever bravado he’d tried presenting when all this started had shattered now the odds looked stacked against them completely. Now he was way more out of his depth than he thought possible for a first job.

‘Oh, I have far worse,’ she vowed, before slowly turning her attention towards Caldor. Letting her emotions cloud her thinking wasn’t something Kiara usually allowed herself. She could keep them under wraps until things were safe. This was the longest time she’d had to try dealing with them for, but she refused to bow to the whims of them until all this was over.

Until then, she’d content herself with idle musings of how exactly she might assassinate the apprentice.  

[thevoyageurmoteplass-edits]

Fantasy Criminals Story Introduction

With job prospects limited, Zarek always assumed he’d end up doing something mundane; something so mind numbing he’d probably end up like his father, gambling away his meagre earnings simply for something to do. However, a chance meeting with a gang member leads him on a different path. A path he’d never contemplated for himself, but one which promises a far more interesting life than the one he’d always been told was the best he could hope for. But it’s a world he knows nothing about, and one wrong word is enough to have him running for his life.

Kiara was happy with her lot. Sure, being a criminal wasn’t a life for everybody, but the gang were good people. She trusted them to have her back in a fight, to leave her alone unless she spoke to them. Until she finds herself needing to train up the newbie. A newbie who has yet to learn when to keep his mouth shut, and who she is ultimately responsible for keeping alive, all because of an order from her boss, and her refusal to fail at something that should have been as simple as training a newbie.

Politics in the city’s underworld were trivial things. Caldor never paid them much heed, offering his talents to anybody who would pay.  Sure, it didn’t make him any friends, but it rarely made him enemies. Yes, there were some people he preferred helping over others, but that preference was his own and not something he advertised. Until one criminal tries to make a move on the underworld as a whole, and only two people seem to be doing anything to stop a rogue takeover. Two people with large bounties on their heads.

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[thedecoy-if]

MC can either embrace their tradition and rejection modernity or...the opposite...

[lydiagrimborn1117]

Whumpcember Day 1

Tags: @whumpcember

Prompt: Deal With The Devil

Characters: Viggo Grimborn/Caldor hawthorne

Pairings:Viggo Grimborn/Caldor Hawthorne

Word Count: 485 Words

Summary: Viggo is given the choice to marry Caldor or continue to suffer through the torture until Ryker saves him, but if Viggo is going to marry Caldor, he's gonna make a few exceptions.

Viggo stepped down the stairs leading to the first floor of the hut. Caldor was in the living area sitting on one of the fur covered wooden chairs casually sharpening his dagger. He was quietly humming as he did so. It was almost as if he didn't have the slightest intention on using it on him later. Viggo cleared his throat from behind Caldor watched nervously as Caldor looked over his shoulder before sitting down his dagger and weight-stone. Caldor turned back around and waited for Viggo to say something. "Have you made a decision, my darling?"

Viggo took a deep breath and hesitantly nodded. Caldor smiled widely and scurried over to Viggo. Caldor ignored Viggo's uncomfortable whimper as Caldor wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into a passionate kiss. When Caldor pulled away, he and Viggo were gasping for air.

"That's wonderful, sweetheart!" laughed Caldor joyfully "Come and tell me what you've decided." Caldor guided to the wooden chair and sat down. Viggo went to turn to sit down in the wooden chair next to Caldor, but before he could Caldor grabbed his wrist and pulled Viggo onto his lap. despite how many lines Caldor had crossed, Viggo pushed away his feelings for the time being and put himself in a more suitable position.

"I've decided to go through with the marriage," answered Viggo before he continued "On a few conditions." Caldor's smile vanished almost immediately and was replaced with a frown, "What kind of conditions?" "I would like to write letters to Ryker once a week, go outside once a month. Not including the time I have to go get vegetables from the garden. Lastly, I would like to have a say in getting in bed with you. This marriage will not be an excuse for me to be your sex toy."

Caldor scoffed loudly and looked Viggo dead in the eyes with a murderous stare. Viggo closed his eyes tightly as Caldor placed his hand on Viggo's inner thigh. "And what makes you think you can make such demands?" asked Caldor incredulously. Viggo could practically hear the anger rising in his voice.

"Consider it your wedding gift to me,"stated Viggo calmly "If you don't like that then there won't be a wedding. Are we in agreement?" Caldor's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He could tell Viggo was up to something. His intelligent mind had a plan, and it somehow involved them getting married. Caldor could use that against him though when the time came to it.

"I have a condition as well," began Caldor "I must be present when you write those letters to Ryker. I can't have you giving me away." Viggo hummed at Caldor to show him he understood. They had a deal then. It was the best Viggo could do to buy himself some more time. If Viggo was lucky, Ryker would get here before the wedding.

[squidwardqtentaclesrevenge]

This is actually depressing.

I haven't seen a Kmart since the one in Brockton, MA closed when I was a teen.

[echovilled]

— toy soldier.

→ pairing: celeste lune x daphné whirlpool. → genre: pg-13 → word count: 612  → prompt: “I can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt"

“Daphné, I am fine.”

The angel turns around to look back at the nymph that decided to follow her outside to Grogstone Hall after her abrupt departure from the group. They had just encountered another fight and like always, Celeste threw herself to the frontlines and took most of the hits herself. Cuts, bruises, blood seeping through different spots in her clothing is not an appearance that is new to her, though and perhaps no one will realize that. She’s used to being hurt, use to fighting her way through the next day because that is what circumstances had made her be. She is nothing but a void, a hollowed-out shell that continues to take the brunt of everything until that one blow officially kills her and she becomes one with the stars again.

So why does she feel those same beliefs slip through her fingers with every waking moment she spends with her? Why does she feel Isira’s chain around her neck loosen…why does she feel free?

It doesn’t stop her pleads, her fevered steps to match her naturally quick pace as she begins to walk the moonlit pathway, Daphné’s movements have been embedded in her mind to the point that she knows they are in desperate need to reach her and infiltrate her psyche but she can not let that happen. She can’t let her see the stains underneath the perfect complexion. She can not let her see that she is not this magnificent person that she was born to be, that her belief in her is so incredibly misplaced.

“Celeste, you are not. I can heal you, let me help you!” she almost pleads with her to stop walking, to stop slipping from her grasp, to stop running and thinking once someone cares back, that’s a target for them to leave you again. Celeste can’t let it happen, she won’t let it happen but the more she thinks about it, the more it all becomes too much and she snaps.

“ENOUGH!” she turns around abruptly with her voice raised in exasperation. Her golden eyes are ablaze with frustration, anger…and deep sorrow. It makes the nymph stop right in her tracks with a flinch back and bemusement written across her face. This is not the soft-toned, gentle angel that has been so intertwined with her very being since they first met. She has never spoken to her this way, ever, but it is not regret that crosses over Celeste’s face…it is shame.

“Why…why do you care so much about me, Daphné?” she asks her in an almost choked sob, her throat feeling like it’s about to close when she addresses her directly. “Why do you bother yourself with me?”

“Because I care about you Celeste, I can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt. ” and like a dam, tears begin spilling over as she quickly crosses over the pathway to take her hand, pulling it close and tightly to her chest. “Can’t you see?! I am not anyone worth to be saved, I am not worth your thoughts, your worries.” her tears are hot, stinging her open wounds as she shakes her head. “You care for nothing but a mere toy soldier and you do not deserve to be poisoned with my insidious layers of bleeding wounds underneath.” she gently lets her go, those being her final words as she turns her back to her and continues to walk the pathway back to the dorms.

She hears her name being called again, every time sounding more desperate than the other but she shakes the feeling away. She has to leave first because it is safer that way.

[radiocampania]

Luciano Caldore - Pruovace ancora

Videoclip ufficiale del nuovo singolo di Luciano Caldore “Pruovace ancora” Regia di Ferdinando Esposito Autori: G. Golino / L. Caldore / M. Sarti Arrangiamenti: Mimmo Sarti Chitarre: Maurizio Fiordiliso Basso: Roberto D’Aquino Batteria: Davide Frezza Mix & mastering: Francesco Di Tullio Produzione: MG Production di Giorgio Mascitelli Regia: Ferdinando Esposito Attori: Nello Flaminio / Valeria…

[scumgristle]

it's 1995 and i'm over here just being a bashful nerd, trying to get the gateway metal cool kids to notice my Spawn t-shirt and black fleece jacket (ie what qualifies for "goth wardrobe" at the local Caldor)

[mybeingthere]

In 1938, Anna Mary Robertson Moses (1860-1961, known to us now as "Grandma Moses"), a 78-year-old grandmother living on a farm hung a few of her paintings in a drugstore window. A New York art collector, Louis Caldor bought them all and promised to make her famous. She laughed. He tried to interest dealers, but they thought she was too old.

Sidney Janis, chairman of the Museum of Modern Art’s (MoMA) art committee, took a chance. In 1939, he arranged a one-person, members-only exhibit of Moses’s paintings, which coincided with MoMA’s exhibiting of “Guernica” and a huge retrospective of Picasso.

The rest is history.

[fishmech]

Caldor Memorial Day Sale Flyer, May 1989

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Fantasy Criminals Story Introduction

With job prospects limited, Zarek always assumed he’d end up doing something mundane; something so mind numbing he’d probably end up like his father, gambling away his meagre earnings simply for something to do. However, a chance meeting with a gang member leads him on a different path. A path he’d never contemplated for himself, but one which promises a far more interesting life than the one he’d always been told was the best he could hope for. But it’s a world he knows nothing about, and one wrong word is enough to have him running for his life.

Kiara was happy with her lot. Sure, being a criminal wasn’t a life for everybody, but the gang were good people. She trusted them to have her back in a fight, to leave her alone unless she spoke to them. Until she finds herself needing to train up the newbie. A newbie who has yet to learn when to keep his mouth shut, and who she is ultimately responsible for keeping alive, all because of an order from her boss, and her refusal to fail at something that should have been as simple as training a newbie.

Politics in the city’s underworld were trivial things. Caldor never paid them much heed, offering his talents to anybody who would pay.  Sure, it didn’t make him any friends, but it rarely made him enemies. Yes, there were some people he preferred helping over others, but that preference was his own and not something he advertised. Until one criminal tries to make a move on the underworld as a whole, and only two people seem to be doing anything to stop a rogue takeover. Two people with large bounties on their heads.

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[thevoyageurmoteplass-edits]

Fantasy Criminals Story Perspective Character Introduction: Caldor

Name: Caldor

Nickname(s): N/A

Birthday: 27th of October

Age: 31 years old

Height: 183cm / 6’0’’

Dominant Hand: Right

Occupation: Warlock For Hire

Species: Warlock

Faceclaim is Mahesh Jadu

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[thedecoy-if]

So, Theoden is not an RO?, I'm guessing judging from the RO posts 😔

Just found the demo at 5am. It's 7am now 👍 worth it. I'm excited to see the world building and more of the characters ✨

People are advocating for Theoden and S very strongly!

And thank you. I hope you enjoy the next chapter :]