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frost-queen · 3 months

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Where angels fall (Reader x Caliban)

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Summary: You are Sabrina's friend and brought down from the heavens. When you meet Caliban, he is very suspicious you might be more than a mortal. When Caliban and you grow closer and fall in love, you decide to tell him one day about how you are an angel. Caliban wanting nothing more but to have you all for himself, corrupts you into giving up your wings to be with him.

The sky rumbled. Thick clouds covering up the clear sky. Another rumble thundered behind the clouds. Then a light lighting up some of the clouds. It got brighter as it made the clouds part. Creating a way as the light busted out, hitting the ground hard. For a moment it lighted the brightest till it dimmed out.

The light being swallowed back up. The clouds drawing closer again. On the ground a figure kneeling till it slowly rose. Taking a deep breath. Greendale. Your newly home for as long as he ordered you. The faint glow from around you dimmed out. You took your first step. Stumbling. The next one steadier. As you walked on earth for the first time. Being far away from home.

“Hey Y/n!” – Sabrina said when she entered the library. She approached you as you were seated down reading a book with much interest. – “Hey Sabrina.” – you replied glancing briefly up from your book when she came closer to your table. She smiled at you, resting her hand on the table as you suddenly heard another voice. One you didn’t knew. – “Sabrina!” – the voice called out as you noticed Sabrina rolling with her eyes.

Clearly she didn’t like this person this much. Glancing to the side you saw a young boy approach. Blonde and very attractive. – “I wasn’t done talking to you back in ...” – the boy said as Sabrina cleared her throat stopping the last of his words. She hinted with her head at you as the boy chuckled humorously.

“A memory wipe can be easy on your mortal friend Sabrina.” – he said all cocky. – “Caliban!” – Sabrina groaned out, clearly annoyed with him. – “Yet.” – Caliban continued approaching your table. You lowered your book when he set his hand by your side, coming to hover over your shoulder. He took a deep breath, taking in your smell. – “This mortal doesn’t smell mortal enough.”

You grabbed your book, lifted it up and slapped it up right in Caliban’s face. It startled him, making him stumble back and away from you. – “Personal space is a thing creep!” – you called out, shoving your chair back. Sabrina snickered silently as Caliban was touching his nose where you had hit him. You had gotten up, keeping the book under your armpit. Coming face to face with the creep that was sniffing you. Now you had a clear look of him. And he off you. – “Feisty that one is.” – he said to Sabrina.

Sabrina pulled her shoulders up with an innocent smile. You threw him a sarcastic smile to annoy him. – “So not so mortal, who are you?” – he wanted to know, dying with curiosity. There was something about you that was a mystery. There were some parts of you human, but not all. Something supernatural. When you remained silent went Caliban down in a bow. – “Caliban, prince of hell!” – he exaggerated with some flair.

Sabrina sighed loud with a roll of her eyes. – “Pleasure.” – you responded dull and unbothered. Caliban chuckled nervously when you didn’t seem impressed at all. – “And yours? Who are you?” – he asked taking a step closer to you. – “Wouldn’t you like to know.” – you answered witty taking your leave. Caliban stared stunned back at you. – “Sabrina?” – he asked, pleading with her for answers. Sabrina pulled her shoulders and hands up, not getting involved with it.

After a few classes you went up to your locker. Shutting the door, you were surprised by Caliban standing by your locker. A smug smile on his lips. – “So?” – he said leaning with his hand against the lockers. – “Must I guess or drag it out of you?” – he offered. You laughed at his eagerness. – “I’ll give you my name if you get on your knees and beg.” – you said just to tease him.

Caliban blinked surprised but then slowly went down to one knee, palms up as if bringing you a piece offering. – “Oh my!” – you said astonished that he was foolish enough to do so. You laughed loud, turning around and leaving before his other knee could touch the ground. – “But…” – Caliban muttered out, watching you leave.

“What are you doing?” – he turned his head seeing Sabrina stare confused at him. – “Nothing.” – Caliban replied bitsy, getting up quickly. Still snickering you clutched your books closer to your chest. It was kind of fun seeing the prince of hell throw himself at you like that. If only he knew you were his opposite. Pure and light.

A few days later you were at the library again. A hidden section in a corner at an hour most had gone home. You were reading informative when you heard a whish of flames burning. You immediately shut your book, sliding it down on your lap. For it could only be one person that appeared out of thin air like that. – “So here you are hiding, not so mortal.” – you heard Caliban speak as his footsteps approached from behind.

He set his hand down on the table again, coming to hover over your shoulder. He brought his head down against your ear. – “So you like playing games.” – he whispered as it felt intimate and fluttering. – “Only with you.” – you teased letting your head fall back to look at him. Caliban came hovering over your face with his, smiling flirtatious. – “For a name I shall get on my knees, I will go to hell and bring you the brightest jewel just to hear your name from your lips.” – he spoke making you smile.

“Please don’t.” – you chuckled out bringing your head back. You got up making Caliban move back to give you space. You went to a bookshelf, placing the book you had read back before Caliban could notice it. Caliban picked up another book, opening it uninterested. – “So what must I do?” – he asked. – “To hear that glorious name of yours.” – he added coming nearer.

You turned back to him, leaning against the bookcase. – “Why? Is the prince of hell interested in a mortal?” – you asked as he kept coming closer. He shut the book, dropping it on the table before he neared you. His arm he rested above your head against the bookshelf. – “Very.” – he spoke lowly. You felt yourself supress a squeal at how flirtatious that was of him.

“Not so mortal.” – he finished tilting your chin a bit back with his thumb. You took a deep breath, debating hard. Yet there was no harm in sharing a name. That still didn’t gave away what you truly were. One send from above, his sworn enemy. – “Y/n.” – you told him. Caliban’s smile widened. He was still touching your chin with his thumb. – “Y/n, a name for a princess.”

You punched him in the armpit for being so ridiculous. Caliban only chuckled as if not effected by the pain. You pushed him away returning to the table. From behind you, you could hear him mumble your name. Saying it like a mantra over and over. As if he thought he’d forget about it. It made you snicker quietly at how ridiculously cute it was. – “Caliban, saying my name three times isn’t going to summon me like bloody Mary!” – you called out to him.

Caliban smiled sheepishly, being caught by you. He hastened himself to your side, pulling a chair back to sit down with you. – “Maybe I like saying it. Y/n.” – he spoke leaning with his chin on his hand. You rolled your eyes at him. Caliban gawked in disbelieve at you. – “Don’t roll your eyes at me, not so mortal.” – he said grabbing your wrist and holding it down on the table.

His sense of immaturity only made you laugh louder. – “Don’t mock me not so mortal Y/n!” – he called out pulling at your wrist. You fell forwards coming face to face with him. Noses inches away from each other. Laughter had stopped as you could only remain still before pulling aware away. Hoping your cheeks weren’t too flushed.

Walking home that night, you gently tapped your hand against your forehead. – “Stop, stop, stop.” – you muttered out trying to knock some sense into you. – “Stop liking him.” – you slapped yourself hard, a bit too hard, making you rub the area with shame. Taking a deep breath you kept telling yourself to not fall for him. No good would come from it. The prince of hell with an angel from the heavens.

Not falling for Caliban was hard. Harder than any other task you had even been given. He wasn’t even school bound yet he kept appearing out of nowhere just to see you. His acts towards you were always full of flirts and charm. There had been a few close encounters where you had almost kissed him. The urge haven grown so desperate, you barely had any control over yourself.

Caliban was doing something to you and you couldn’t stop it. It was too late for that. There was no point in denying it that you liked Caliban and that he liked you in return. Perhaps telling him the truth about yourself wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You felt comfortable and loved enough around him to share your true self. You would do anything for him. That is how deep you had fallen for him. The prince of hell had you on your knees.

It was getting darker as Caliban was walking you home. Biting your lip, you took his hand, pulling him away from the main road over some grass fields. – “This isn’t your usual route home.” – he commented, blindly following you. – “I know.” – you answered going over a pumpkin patch, watching out carefully to not step on one. – “So where are we going Y/n?” – he asked nearly stepping on a pumpkin.

You remained silent walking over to a near small forest. You needed to be away from spying eyes if you were to reveal your true self to Caliban. Near an abandoned playground in the woods you came to a halt. – “Romantic.” – Caliban commented with a chuckle as you shushed him. – “Caliban, you were right, I’m not a mortal.” – you told him. – “I knew it!” – he called out with glory. – “I smelled it on you right away.” – you slapped him to stop interrupting you.

“Caliban listen!” – you made clear. You took a deep breath as Caliban could only stare at you. Was perhaps finally his burning desire off knowing going to be fulfilled? – “I’m going to show you who I truly am, but please don’t feel repulsed.” – you begged him. – “How can I be repulsed by you, princess?” – he answered brushing his fingers down your cheek.

You took his hands taking a step back. You closed your eyes. Caliban stared in awe at you when you started to glow. Light up with a soft bright light. Then with the sound of feathers appeared two white wings from your back. Opening briefly to its full length, before settling behind you. Caliban gawked in love at you. Going down on his knees for you as he bestowed upon your light. – “I am a child of the heavens.” – you told him after having opened your eyes once more.

“You are angelic Y/n.” – he complimented in wonder. He kissed your glowing hands making you smile flustered. Aware of your own self and Caliban’s nature, you looked saddened away. The heavens and the hell couldn’t be together. They never could. Caliban noticed the sadness on your face. He got back up stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “I want you so badly Y/n, but He and Lucifer will never allow us to be.” – Caliban spoke. – “I want you too.” – you answered bringing his hand down from your cheek to hold.

“What if we keep it secret?” – you asked. Caliban shook his head. – “Yours and mine, would never let it pass. He will cut off your wings for loving a hell bound prince.” – he went on. – “He is forgiving.” – you told Caliban. – “He is not, not about this. We shouldn’t be.” – Caliban pushed your hand away, turning himself away. – “No!” – you called out as Caliban smirked half.

“I want to be with you. I want to be yours. I love you Caliban.” – you said desperately wanting him back. – “I love you too Y/n, but your wings prevent us from being together.” – he said saddened. – “Then I don’t want them!” – you shouted. Caliban smiled. His corruption working. – “Are you sure? There is no return Y/n.” – he had turned himself back to you. You nodded. – “I love you, I don’t want my wings if I can’t be yours.” – you told him clearly.

Caliban smiled cupping your cheek. – “Then be my princess.” – he whispered before kissing you. The moment your lips touched his, your wings started to disintegrate. The glow on you fading out to nothing. But a mortal appearance you had. Letting the change pass by you, you kept kissing Caliban. Now I have you for eternity Caliban thought.

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The Spirit of Christmas

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Caliban x Fem!Reader

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Caliban was literally made from the clay of Hell, so Christmas was not something he celebrated. No one in Hell celebrated the Holiday, but I wasn’t from Hell. Ever since Sabrina took over as the Queen of hell and Caliban was exiled, he’s found his way to me. I lived just outside of Greendale and was on my own, besides my familiar. Caliban just stumbled his way near my cabin and I took him in. I wasn’t like the witches he’s delt with, I wasn’t one that worshiped satan. Which is why I celibrated Christmas like the mortals. Caliban didn’t understand, but if he wanted to stay then he’d have to deal with it.

I walked inside my home and Noctus flew to greet me. Noctus is a great horned owl and was the greatest familiar a witch could have. I smiled as he perched on my shoulder. I gave him a little scratch under his chin.

“Where’s Caliban?” I asked as I looked around and didn’t see him. Noctus chirped at me and flew over to his perch.

“Oh, he went to get wood? Perfect, I need some more if I want to get this potion going.” I said as I placed the ingredients I collected on my table near my cauldron. Noctus chirped and tilted his head in confusion.

“You know what time of year it is.” I smirked and my familiar perked up a bit. He loved Christmas just as much as I did. I got to work preparing the ingredients as I waited for Caliban to return home.

The door opened and Caliban walked in with a large pile of wood logs. I smiled at him as he placed them near the door. He looked at my ingredients and his brows furrowed.

“Did one of the townspeople come for another potion?” He asked and I shook my head.

“This is a special one, although I suppose it does effect the town as well.” I answered with a shrug.

“What kind of potion is it? I’ve never seen some of these ingredients.” He asked as he picked up one of my vials. I quickly snatched it back and placed it down.

“It’s for the spirit of Christmas, it’s time everything gets in order.” I said and Caliban groaned.

“This is all for that stupid mortal Holiday?” He asked and I sent him a glare.

“Making this potion makes all of the townspeople happy and makes my powers stronger for the coming year.” I answered and he held his hands up in defence.

“I meant no harm by it, love.” He said and I rolled my eyes. He took a seat as I motioned for the logs to float under my cauldron. The flames ignited underneath and the liquid I put inside began to heat up.

“So is this like a sacrifice type thing?” Caliban asked as he watched me intently.

“No, I don’t do any dark magic.” I said and he shrugged.

“Nothing wrong with dark magic, love. I could always show you.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“Keep your dark magic to yourself, I’d rather not get a visit from the Queen of Hell.” I said. Caliban rolled his eyes and rested his feet on the coffee table.

Once the liquid started to boil I started putting the ingredients in. Caliban watched me the whole time and looked confused. I glanced at him and paused what I was doing.

“Would you like to learn?” I asked and he shrugged. I chuckled and shook my head slightly.

“First you make sure the Holy Water and Glacior Ice is boiling before you put in the chopped Peppermint and Gold Dust. Then you stir it together clockwise six times and it’ll look like liquid gold. Next you add Holly, Silver Dust, Pine Needles, and the very kindly donated Angel Flesh and it sure turn silver with some gold flecks streaked about. You’ll stir that clockwise twice and that’s when you get this pine smell coming through. Now we add Ginger, Cinnamon, and Clove and stir that in. The smell should mix with the pine and smell like a Christmas tree mixed with freshly baked cookies.” I smiled as I inhaled the heavenly smell. Caliban also sniffed the air and gave me a small smile.

“Now we put in the mistletoe and blow a kiss.” I said and he chuckled. He came over and blew his own into the cauldron and I smiled at him.

“Pass me that glass bottle, please.” I asked and he handed me the curvy, slightly dark blue tinted bottle. He examined it and his brows furrowed.

“What is it?” He asked as he handed it to me.

“The hardest ingredient to acquire for this potion.” I answered with a smile. I plucked the top off and spilt some of the contents into the cauldron. The simery blue, silver, white, black, and purple spilled out and changed the potion’s color to red with silver streaks.

“I-Is that Stardust?” He asked in complet shock.

“It is, takes me months to get it every year.” I said as I stirred.

“And there you have it! The spirit of Christmas! Now we just say the chant and everything will be finished.

“What’s the chant?” He asked. I smiled and motioned so my book would float over to us. I turned to the page and pointed at the spell.

“It’ll be more powerful if you read it with me.” I said and held out my hand for him. He sighed, but took my hand anyway.

“I hear the bells on Christmas Day, Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet, The words repeat, Of peace on Earth, good- will to all!” We said together and the liquid quickly turned to smoke and blew through the house. It flew through the door and out into the world. The smoke would go through the town and give the spirit of Christmas to all. I turned to face Caliban and he was already smiling at me.

“I feel… different.” He said and I giggled.

“You feel happy?” I asked and he nodded.

“Then it’s working already.” I winked. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’ve never properly thanked you for allowing me to stay with you.” He said and I smiled up at him.

“You’ve been very helpful, there’s no need to thank me.” I said. He wrapped his hand in my hair and lifted my head a bit more. He moved in and his lips placed on mine. I closed my eyes and fell into the confort of his presents. We pulled apart and he rested his forehead on mine.

“Thank you, love.” He whispered. I pecked his lips and smiled.

“Well, if that’s how you say thank you, then maybe I will let you say it a lot more.” I said and he chuckled. His lips found mine again and I smiled into the kiss.

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Unholy, holy trinity

Characters: Caliban x male reader, Nicholas Scratch x male reader

Universe: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Warnings: None

Being an angle and the prince of light, had his ups, you thought there were only ups to this position until Archangel Michael came to you in a hurry.

As hell began to break down, because of the disappearance of Lucifer, and the death of his daughter, one of the princes living there took the throne. One, without feelings. He declared war on humans, the moment he took the crown.

But before Michael would send the legions of heaven to stop the insanity, he wanted to try a diplomatic approach. That is where you came into play. Born to only do your job, you accepted of course. How could you say no to the general of heaven's army? Especially when he had drawn out his flaming sword?

That Michael and you had a hate relationship was nothing new. Your father had hidden you for a long, just to at one point, give you the status of a prince. Entirely to Michaels's dismay, because he thought this place was his.

Now you could see, how much he loved that you had this position because he could play you as he wanted.

You were sent down directly into hell. Your white aura and the golden wings, made me fear all of them there. Not one of them had a chance against an archangel. But the new lord of hell had only victory in his eyes.

„Even the all mighty angels are falling to my knees! Look at their pathetic weakness!“, you loudly exclaimed.

You could only scoff at his ignorance. „No, king made of clay. I was sent here to propose a marriage between hell and heaven. To stop an eternal war on earth, between the legions of heaven and the horde of hell.“

It was obvious, that you looked down at the king, on his throne, made out of lies. The magic he is wielding is heavenly in nature. What would he do if he knew?

„And who are you, that a marriage like this would bind both our homes?“

„I’m the crown prince of heaven. If my father should die, which is not possible, but if it should happen, I would ascent to become a god myself.“

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree after that. You could see the eagerness in his eyes. But he did not seem to understand that he would not become a god, it doesn’t matter what would happen.

As he walked down the stairs, you saw him half naked, a thin vest was over his shoulders and hid the sides of his toned body, while the rest was open to you. You would’ve lied if you had said, that he wasn’t attractive. You had feelings and lust too.

And born to follow your father, you did not care if someone was a man or a woman, but you still for yourself preferred the first.

Men like Caliban the king of hell. Even though he could be a bit bigger with a little more muscles, his athletic build was already good enough.

Shortly after he left his throne and came down to you, he walked around you, looking you up and down, even lifted your shirt a bit, at least the bit, that wasn’t held down by the armor you wore. He felt about your flawless toned body.

„I will talk to my advisors,“ he whispered into your ear before leaving you stranded with weak knees. You felt pathetic after all, so easily courted by a demon. But they were more or fewer children of your father and Lucifer, so nobody could tell, that you are weak, because both together have the charisma to break anyone.

You awaited his answer in hopes he would accept it. To be free from the shackles Michael had bound you to, would be a blessing you could not refuse. Especially not, if you eternity would have his look.

They came back not long after, a proud dirty smile on the face of the king. „We accept your offer.“

„We would also need a human in this alliance,“ you finally broke the last part of this agreement. At first, Caliban seemed disinterested. Until you told him, that it wasn’t important who would be chosen. As long as this person was a human though and through.

He was sold immediately after and even postponed the ceremony for finding the right person, which took alarmingly not even an hour.

As Caliban came back, with another man in shackles behind him, you immediately dissolved them, which also let Caliban’s smile fade, but you did not care. „An angel and a demon?“, the human asked with fear and curiosity in his voice.

„You really chose the ex-boyfriend of the last queen of hell?�� Your eyes couldn’t even as far into your head as you wanted.

„He already has experience with people like us, he is good-looking and as I heard from witches, a drug in bed,“ Caliban told you, while slithering around you, whispering in your ear.

Trying hard to not break your mask, you only nodded, „Okay, then let us bring this behind us!“

The day of marriage was not in hell or in heaven, but on earth, so symbolizes the trinity. All three tribes were there. Even Michael was there, but he did not look happy, that your mission was this successful. Strengthen your position as prince of heaven.

Just before you three, bound yourself to one another with an arm ring, which is normal in heaven, you were allowed to do something otherworldly.

„I’m allowed to give both of you a blessing. But before that, Nicholas? I will need to heal your broken soul.“ He looked stunned in your eyes.

„I thought only death could bring me peace?“

Again you scoffed loudly, „No that was a lie, Michael brought about humanity. We angels can heal broken souls, if you believe in us enough and ask for help. He just doesn’t want to have heaven full of beings he looks at as insects.“

While Nicholas stood there in stunned silence, you held your right hand above his head, while your left was over his heart. With a bright white light, everything vanished. His body was in perfect condition and his mind was free, from everything he had to endure.

„Your blessing will be immortality and in the same vain eternal youth.“ Another bright light, washed over Nicholas, as heavenly magic filled his body.

„And you Caliban were born out of clay and the wish of hell itself to have someone in power, that is from its own soil. I give you a real body, out of flesh and blood. To give me like Nicholas will, children to rule all the planes of existing one day.“

As the white bright light fell on Caliban this time, he screamed. Demons already wanted to attack, as the light vanished and a new Caliban stood in front of them. Longhorns, coming out of his head, his long blond hair became short. His eyes were black as the night surrounded by dark red veins. Taller and more muscles as you had wished. Now he looked like the king of hell, with four teeth two down and two up, sharp enough to rip someone into shreds.

His people stood there astonished, at the power you have in your and the new existence, of a real king of hell and not just a golem out of clay.

It was save to say, that the rest of the ceremony was a success as well. But what happened on the night of closing this holy, unholy trinity was just another story.

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afieldinengland · 3 months

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the trouble with machiavelli is that he’s right

#right to the extent that i see why people have cast him in a light as if it’s all his fault #man is not a moral animal i think that should be obvious. it’s not machiavelli’s fault #like yes i imagine to get ahead in politics you do have to become a heartless manipulator / bad bastard #caliban mirror etc. he’s right. just imagining ollie asking So what translation of the prince do you prefer #and malcolm going Can you fuck off with the oxbridge shit for two minutes and spin #machiavelli #the prince

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themanwhomadeamonster · 7 months

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Between the DD2 and Warframe stuff we are FEASTIN

REAL SHIT WE HAVE 4K HD 2160P 260+ INCHES OF NOT-GREG EROTICALLY PULLING OUT AND EATING OUR HEART AGAIN ✨️AND✨️SHARED WARFRAME LORE FOR I THINK THE FIRST TIME???

#there's SO much going on omfg #imagine my brain splitting (hah get it-) between the dd2 release and witw next year AHHH #warframe #dragon's dogma #dd2 #dragon's dogma 2 #wf dagath #wf caliban

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shalalalalaw · 2 years

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can you imagine being Caliban-8? Second Hunter Vanguard after Tallulah Fairwind, your best friend and fireteam memeber to whom you dealt the losing hand against an Ahamkara? your friend and Vanguard that you watched lose and get devoured right in front of you?

imagine the guilt and loathing in the man, when he returns to take over duties he doesn't know how to do, talk to people he doesn't know, more of them sent to their death by his hand? so lost he needed the Speaker to goad him into action?

a Solar Hunter, burning bright and fast and it's no wonder he couldn't keep the seat, no wonder any Hunter Vanguard disappears when the Seat is a shackle made of their own choices. their own fear and guilt and pain.

no wonder he left to carry on the hunt, even when he couldn't make it right

alright, i dont believe the last lore tab is about Caliban but CAN YOU IMAGINE??

#caliban 8 #tallulah fairwind #hunter vanguards #destiny 2 #nana took a dive in ish coll again #CAN YOU IMAGINE THE GUILT #THIS MAN CAN HOLD SO MUCH SELF LOATHING IN HIM

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shinehalley · 1 year

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I'm convinced that if Henry had known about Lily's history he wouldn't have used the serum on her either (because I'm sure Victor didn't explain why he let her go, he probably just brushed it off and left or somwthing like this because this man's modus operandi is to run from conflict as much as to breathe anyway)

I do not accept that Henry "my mother was abandoned by my father when I was a child and I hate him for it" Jekyll would not sympathize with Lily "I was abandoned with my child and lost in the most mundane and tragic way possible and I can't let go of that anger because it means abandoning my child" when this is basically the same feeling Henry has towards his own mother!!! He feels angry at his father for her and although he wants to let go of the "bad parts" of him he also constantly justifies his anger towards his own father with justice because that's what he can do for her now, never forget and never forgive even if it means he feels that anger he hates so much.

Henry would understand the mixture of affection and revenge that Lily feels for her daughter that makes her this flawed and spiteful creature despite her potential for the angelic and I truly believe they would have been an amazing duo if the series had continued.

#I'm obsessed with the possibilities for these two #mainly because Henry had too much potential to be restricted to Victor #so i imagine him interacting with the other characters and it gets out of my control #besides Lily I think it would be very interesting to see him interacting with Vanessa platonically #and I have some slightly less innocent ideas involving Ethan and Caliban #but that's for another post #penny dreadful #henry jekyll #dr henry jekyll #lily frankenstein #brona croft #victor frankenstein

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princessofcaliban · 2 years

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#sam corlett #red carpet #vikings valhalla #vikings: valhalla cast #caos #caos cast #prince caliban #caliban #caliban the prince of hell #cute boys #australian boy #blond boy #caosedit #sam corlett imagine #australian #blonde boy

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theromanticistera · 3 months

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You taught me language, and all I gained from it is that I now know how to curse.

#shakespeare #quotes #literature #literary quotes #caliban #tempest #ferdinand #feeling #imaginative play

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femalethink · 11 months

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Why procreation should be "a fact of nature" rather than a social, historically determined activity, invested by diverse interests and power relations, is a question Marx did not ask. Nor did he imagine that men and women might have different interests with respect to child-making, an activity which he treated as a gender-neutral, undifferentiated process.

In reality, so far are procreation and population changes from being automatic or "natural" that, in all phases of capitalist development, the state has had to resort to regulation and coercion to expand or reduce the work-force. This was especially true at the time of the capitalist take-off, when the muscles and bones of workers were the primary means of production. But even later — down to the present — the state has spared no efforts in its attempt to wrench from women's hands the control over reproduction, and to determine which children should be born, where, when, or in what numbers. Consequently, women have often been forced to procreate against their will, and have experienced an alienation from their bodies, their "labor," and even their children, deeper than that experienced by any other workers. No one can describe in fact the anguish and desperation suffered by a woman seeing her body turn against herself, as it must occur in the case of an unwanted pregnancy.

—Silvia Federici, "Caliban and the Witch: Women, the Body and Primitive Accumulation".

#silvia federici #marxist feminism #feminism #marxism #radical feminism #radblr #patriarchy #women's liberation #proletarian feminism

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comicaurora · 9 months

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i've seen you answer a couple of questions about what various characters sound like (basically the main party + the void dragon), and it got me curious - what sort of voices do you imagine the various gods to have? (i'm most curious about tynan, zuurith, caliban, tahraim, gleicann, and primordial life specifically - you don't need to list out every single god you've ever mentioned existing. unless you want to.)

Tynan: When it's a musical that isn't sung through and a character who's about to belt his number is taking a couple sentences to speak "normally", which in theater-land means smoothly bouncing his lines off the far wall of the auditorium. When he gets genuinely upset it falls apart into a hissing, crackling buzz.

Zuurith: Bassy and resonant. Doesn't shout, just gets louder and more echoey. It's a pretense of control just like everythig else in his life.

Caliban: Tenor/contralto range, higher when they're excited or mad. The kind of voice with a smile you can hear over the phone.

Tahraim: Low and almost smokey, but he takes such a conversational tone it's hard to notice. Speaks openly and honestly, smiles often when facing something new. Talks like he doesn't realize anyone ever needs time to catch up to him.

Gleicann: Wind through high, creaking branches counterpoints the low rumbling of quaking earth and distant water. Slow, yet still unpredictable.

Primordial Life: Is she speaking, or did she already speak and you're just hearing the layered echoes? What would a valley sound like if it sang?

#asks #aurora

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tritoch · 2 months

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wild to me to see posts like "wow everything in the tempest is named after shakespeare...emet you melodramatic bitch you sure loved theater". because the prospero-emet thing gets played up so hard in the english script and you can carry it so far!

like prospero is an asshole magician who, after being deposed by his brother as duke of milan, settles himself and his daughter on a remote island, enslaves the local spirits using his magic, and bitterly plots to reclaim his past glories. he rules through violence and deceit, and only survives and is reconciled when his plots reach their fruition and his brother is taken to his remote island and plots ensue and everyone decides he was totally right all along and they were huge dicks to him and they're sooooo sorry and he gets to go back and be duke again wow! and it's okay because he's like "i was only doing mean magic to get my rightful spot back and now i'm giving it up because magic is evil. :)"

the tempest is what emet wants his life to be. prospero is not a villain in the text of the tempest. he is barely treated as antagonistic by the text and framing of the play itself. all his abuses, his neglect and control of his daughter, his enslavement of caliban and ariel (local spirits/monsters/people of the island), his deception and plots against his brother, his abuse of magical powers (not awesome, from the pov of the contemporary audience), all that ultimately gets swept aside in the rightness of his return to milan and the warm feeling of the world being set to rights. prospero can't undo the years he spent on the island but they are ultimately a blip in his life before he returns to the rightful state of affairs. his abuse and enslavement of caliban, easily the worst thing he does in the play, is totally set aside when caliban goes "wow now i see how truly benevolent my master is. i love him and see the ways of christian good and i'm so, so appreciative he chose not to kill or beat me even though he totally could have and would have been in the right. he's so just and intelligent." everyone loves and forgives him and they all agree both his management of the island and his ultimate return are so good and so wise and so right.

emet comparing himself to the tempest (or being compared to it, depending on how you want to read the diegetic status of the place names) is absolute wishcasting. it is an attempt to manifest the happy ending he will never, ever get because his sins cannot and would not be forgiven in the way he wants. he wants to imagine himself as the righteous returned duke whose crimes, including the enslavement, abuse, and exploitation of those he saw as his rightful inferiors, were totally worth it, i promise. and if emet is prospero, the warrior of light is his caliban.

#emet-selch #ffxiv #hades #shadowbringers spoilers #like by the time you get to the end you've already spoken to the amaurotine shades and hythlodaeus in particular #it's incredibly clear that even if emet's plans come to fruition he is *utterly alien to the world he is trying to restore*#and like prospero is restored in the end. but his wife is still dead. miranda grew up isolated and alone.#also to take a somewhat more jaundiced view #the things he did to caliban and to ariel can never be undone. that stain is with him forever.#and i mean even IF you can just yank all those souls right out of zodiark and fix the whole thing #there's still everyone who died before the first sacrifice and after the second. also THE VOID IS THE VOID.#'yeah uh we'll just fix that. when zodiark is up and running properly.'#sure dude i totally believe your expertise on the problem you caused by not knowing enough. you definitely know enough now.#anyways he can't waver for even a moment bc it means acknowledging he has betrayed everything he ever claimed to believe in due to his grie #he is in blood stepped so far etc. if i can be allowed to mix my shakespeares #emet-selch more like emet-sunk cost fallacy

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relax-and-read-on · 6 months

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Math San, I Gotta Ask For More Of That Primarch planet Swap AU, The Amount Of Imaginations That Is Going Through My Head Is Insane, But Headcanons are enough of you do not want to update, As I Am also Genuinely Interested In The Headcanons as well.

Hello hello!!! I am *slowly* going back into updating my blog again, so!

Primarch planetswap au: HC edition!

Lorgar (From Terra): actually quite close to his father and Malcador. Has the habit of walking into Malcador rooms and face planting on the old man bed to complain, after a hard day of not strangling the high lords.

Angron: On Inwit, he had the disastrous habit of running toward all the giant carnivorous monster. Due to his empath power, he ended with a monstrosity called "Land-Orca" that he treat like a dog as a pet.

Fulgrim of Nuceria: Sign language was actually the primary one in the slave pits, to communicate away from the guards. The system that Fulgrim and his sons use together is different from any other, and quite secretive. He actually started teaching it to Ferrus.

Alpharius Omegon on Chtonia: They were actually homeless, until emp showed up! They never wanted their full identity as two knows to other, as it could have compromise their secret statut of vigilante, fighting back the local gangs.

Magnus of Medusa: Think rocks are tasty, okay? He never quite got over his habit of eating sand, but now it's mostly crystal. Has an actual chart ranking the tastiest ones, and fucking LOVE how tasty fossil are.

Leman of Delivrance: Has yet to fully understand that has wolf dna, and as such fight a lot of his instinct. Insist on touching everyone he consider family, and check on the regular where everyone is, and if they are ok. Always eat last too.

Konrad on Maccrage: when he was a child and having really bad convulsion, his mother gave him a pet ferret (wich used to be common pets for Romans) as some kind of alert animal. Konrad doesn't deal well with food often, so his beloved lil friend (called Regulus) became the fattest, happiest noodle.

Ferrus of Caliban: He actually has a romantic side! He grew up hearing songs of knights and princess, and then ended up becoming a knight himself! And while incredibly chivalrous, the realm of the arts (outside a forge) stay incredibly foreign to him. He does love nowaday harlequin romance novels.

Horus on Nostramo: In spite of having created a rather criminal society, he made extreme effort to make it a true meritocracy. Any street urchin can become a mob enforcer under him... If they navigate properly the treacherous world of the mafia.

Sanguinius of Fenris: He actually is a supremely picky eater, and does not trust 95% of vegetables. He only ate meat until he was found by the Imperium, he's not a goat, why do they keep waving kale at him?!

Lion on Colchis: Fully, 100% aware that the chaos gods are real, and actively pray to them. He has his "religion of the Emperor" that he actually use as a facade, since it annoy Emp so much, he doesn't look into his "true" belief.

Perturabo on Chemos: has actually developed full AI again, but hide it HARD from Emp and the Mechanicus. He like his robots!! He think that they should have rights! Why can't the Imperium be less stupid about this... Vaguely in love with Rogal and his Cool Armours.

Jaghatai on Baal: Became quite the warlord, locally. Was especially curious of the use of radiation, and definitely made some horrible WMD back in the day. Currently falling in line with the Mechanicus, as every vehicules present on Baal was almost holly in their culture.

Rogal of Nocturne: Created some really, REALLY advanced fortification that can, somehow, follow the landscape change. Is pioneering the use of dragon scales mixed with special metals, creating something that might be stronger than ceramite. Does not understand why Perturabo is always hanging around.

Roboute on Barbarus: decided to fight necromancy with fire... Artillery fire, to be exact. He brought the industrial revolution to Barbarus, and has pretty intense plan for terraforming the planet. Hasn't stopped working in.... Approximately 50 years.

Mortarion of Prospero: Like in many of my hc, Morty is intersex. He's lucky to have landed on Prospero, where androgyny is a sign of beauty. He actually like cultivating that appearance, and if asked what his gender is, he usually just reply "mushroom".

Corvus of Chogoris: if it's me, then you bet Corvus is a transwoman lol. She wear traditional mongolian ceremonial outfit as a power move, because *no one* expect her to be able to move this easily in all those heavy clothes.

Vulkan of Olympia: VERY close to all 3 of his siblings! He was never a fighter there, and instead worked hard to promote a democratie and division of power. He still is in contact with all of them, especially Calliphone. She keep teasing him about his possible crush on a certain Oracle...

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simstraffikcone · 7 months

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Old Capp family photograph.

I like to imagine when his sisters were born, Tybalt was warned that they were fragile and how they couldn't do anything by themselves and he was just like, "Ah yes, so this is my purpose. To protect these weak, tiny babies."

He hasn't grown out of his protective streak much to the chagrin of his sisters. His perceived protection was a bit much, especially when it delved into fights with the Monty family.

"Goodnight... Where are our daughters?"

Precursor to photographing the cute scene. Cordelia doesn't take kindly to finding empty cribs where her daughters should be.

I like to imagine this incident is what made Caliban's hair go from this to this:

#veronaville #ts2 premades #ts2 #tybalt capp #juliette capp #hermia capp #my art #little sweet babies #cordelia capp #caliban capp #babybalt

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liriostigre · 3 months

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Hiiii ty for such a great uquiz!! Would it be possible to see the description of all the books you could get matched to? I’m curious what the vibes are for the rest!!

hi 🌷 here you go:

White Teeth by Zadie Smith: Excessive, maximalist and very ambitious multigenerational and multicultural epic novel that starts with the unlikely friendship between Archie Jones and Samad Iqbal. It explores themes of race, identity and the intersections of culture, heritage, and modernity. Clever and hilarious dialogue, very creative when it comes to language and style, unique and bold when it comes to narrative. Perhaps a flawed novel due to its ambition, but excellent nonetheless.

Despair by Vladimir Nabokov: Excellent writing; very ambitious and stylish. It is somewhat a twisted novel but you will find a lot of humor despite. The narrator speaks directly to the reader as he writes what he regards as his perfect crime. This novel is one of Nabokov's earliest works in which one can easily identify themes and literary devices that the author explored later in his most known works.

The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño: Brilliant and stunning novel about poets and poetry! Very dense and challenging; it requires patience from the reader. This novel is so infinitely dear to me that i can't even explain its brilliance, but i have to give you at least an idea of the plot so: The story is arranged in three parts and told from multiple points of view. It starts in Mexico City, in the 70s, and continues across decades and continents. It follows the adventures and misadventures of Arturo Belano and Ulises Lima—poets, drug dealers, wanderes, criminals. Now, about the themes, the writing, the style, the narration? Just absolutely perfect even at its most tedious, difficult and anticlimactic parts.

The Hearing Trumpet by Leonora Carrington: Unconventional, absurd, imaginative and exuberantly surreal apocalyptic fairytale quest. It follows 92 year old Marian who is sent off to a peculiar old-age home. If you aren't familiar with Leanora Carrington's art you should look at some of her paintings because this wonderful novel feels just like her surrealist paintings!

Mrs. Caliban by Rachel Ingalls: This novella tells the story of a love affair between a depressed suburban housewife and an amphibian creature who escaped a scientific research center. It might sound like a quirky fiction story but it actually deals with the most mundane and banal aspects of life and human relationships. Brilliantly written; neat and precise prose, wonderful storytelling. The author knew what she was doing and not a single word she wrote was wasted.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton: Delicately written little adventure about tiny people who live in the secret places of houses. I am enamored (obsessed!!) with miniatures—dollhouses, dioramas, fairies—so imagine how dear this book is to me.

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn: The murders of two girls bring reporter Camille Preaker back to her hometown. As she works to uncover the truth about those crimes, Camille finds herself forced to unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past. Very entertaining read. It has best seller written all over it (which might not be the biggest compliment lol but i mean for this genre so it is a compliment).

Rage by Sergio Bizzio: Claustrophobic, anxiety inducing, fast-paced psychological thriller that made me think of Bong Joon-ho's Parasite the whole 4 hours it took me to read it. I read it in it's original language, Spanish, and i particularly loved the dialogue; its idiosyncrasies and authenticity (tqm Argentina!)

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby: Rob, an obsessive music fan, reminisces his top five worst break ups to understand his most recent heartbreak. He is a very arrogant and cynical guy who defines his entire life through records, and because he is constantly interacting with music that almost exclusively deals with love—and a very idealistic version of it—he finds himself unsatisfied with the way his life has turned out.

#so sorry it took me so long to reply!!#idk if you meant of ALL the quizzes... 👀 anyone these are 2023's only 🫣#💌#anyway* lol not anyone

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