#calcabrina

[whymaige]

💙 Calca Brina ❤️

[carldoonan]

These Creepy Li'l Calcabrina says: "Adorable dolls… Terrible dolls… Yip-Ho-Ho!" 🪆🩰🤖

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

Welcoming my new beloved daughter :)

[lokhlae]

[finalfantasysexyman]

[guava-saur]

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Kenshin & Kaoru ~ Brotherly Antics | Yuko Calcabrina

[gustave-dore-art]

-Alichino & Calcabrina-

[aryaspork]

(rough attempts at translations are based on those of John Sinclair or Durling and Martinez)

[eclipian]

Demonic Sisasystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

number of members: 3

divider credit

“ If you want to overcome the whole world, overcome yourself. “

System Name: Uproaring flames , The Devil’s Collective* , Sin Collective* , Hellfire Club (* system / plural)

Collec. Name: Pitch , Flame , Demon , Dæmon , Hellfire , Brimstone , Vice , Azazal , Cain , Judas , Issac

Collec. Pronouns: It/Its , Sin/Sinner , Sin/Sins , Flame/Flames , Snarl/Snarls , Bite/Bites , Devil/Devils , Dem/Demon , Demon/Demons , 🔥/🔥s

Collec. Gender: Genderflux , Dagger , Boy Butch , Leviathic , Chaosgender , Demologygender , Demonicgender , Bloprikleine , Problish , Sacrilegecoric

Collec. Attraction: Pan , Aroace Spike , Loser Attraction , Cogsagacity Attraction

Collec. Other ID: Devilic , Chaos-Blooded , Demonsensus , Dissounpleasant , Dissoteen , Dissoprereligon

Origins/Modifiers: Metadawn , Helldawn , Zoisrean

Aesthetics: Devilcore , Punk , Gorecore

Name — Pronouns — Identity — Species — Role(s)

Alichino — it/its , he/him , devil/devils — demiman , bisexual aspec — Demon— Protector

Calcabrina — it/its , stomp/stomps , frost/frosts — agenderfluid , lesbian — Demon — Advisor

Nessus — he/him , it/its — nonbinary cis man , gay— Centaur — Avenger

[tyrantisterror]

No Sympathies Old Demon Concept Art Dump Part 3: The Malebranche

By request, I am posting the demon concept art I made for what would eventually become my first novel, No Sympathies. It's art that's over a decade old at this point and kind of hard for me to look at without thinking about its myriad flaws - I'd rework most if not all of these designs now, and even back then I kinda felt like I got a lot better at designing demons towards the end of the batch than I was at the beginning, which made me want to redo the whole project again. Someday I might, too, though probably only as a series of pencil sketches.

But here, for posterity and nostalgia's sake, they are. In this batch, from top row to bottom, left to right:

Malacoda

Draghignazzo

Barbariccia

Cagnazzo

Graffiacane

Ciriato

Calcabrina

Scarmiglione

Rubicante

Farfarello

Libicocco

[violet-stormbringer]

I forgot I had Calcabrina's theme playing in another tab, refreshed the tumblr page after making sure the video worked and was SO CONFUSED AND UPSET WHEN THE SONG KEPT PLAYING.

[trustinsighters]

Dungeon Dialogue: The Antitower

Pleroma #1 (X: 4.9, Y: 14.5) - Aetherial Path

Poroggo Rivertamer #1: Ribbit? Intruders!? Y’shtola: An aetherial path... No simple thing to create. 　↳ Thancred: ...Let's keep moving. Poroggo Rivertamer #2: None shall pass, ribbit!

Pleroma #2 (X: 3.9, Y: 10.0) - Antitower in sight

Alphinaud: By the Twelve, it's literally upside down! 　↳ Y’shtola: The aether is so dense as to be blinding. Poroggo Rivertamer #3: To arms, ribbit! To arms! Poroggo Rivertamer #3: At last, a challenge! <croak>

First Boss, Before engaging (X: 3.9, Y: 6.5) - Zuro Roggo

Alphinaud: Good gods, what an enormous poroggo! 　↳ Thancred: They must provide excellent board here.

First Boss, During the fight (X: 3.9, Y: 6.5) - Zuro Roggo

Zuro Roggo: Croaaak! Who dares approach the tower!? Ones with ears to listen!? How wonderful! Zuro Roggo: Me may mah mo, me mo ma me～♪ Zuro Roggo: Someday we'll find it, the─<croak>─connection～♪e may mah mo, me mo ma me～♪ Poroggo Choirtoad: The lovers～♪ Poroggo Choirtoad: The dreamers～♪ Zuro Roggo: And meeeeee!♪

First Boss, After defeating (X: 3.9, Y: 6.5) - Zuro Roggo

Zuro Roggo: It's...it's not easy being... <croak> Alphinaud: I pray I never hear that song again... 　↳ Thancred: Right, into the aether we go.

The Lowe Reaches #1 (X: 16.0, Y: 15.8) - Aetherial Sea Shore #1

Thancred: Is this it, then? The aetherial sea? 　↳ Y’shtola: This is the shore, you might say. Spriggan Doorkeeper #1: Open doooooors, kill you deaaaaaad! Spriggan Doorkeeper #1: Go away! Faaaaaar away!

The Lower Reaches #2 (X: 13.8, Y: 14.0) - Aetherial Sea Shore #2

Spriggan Doorkeeper #2: Not shiny! Not pretty! Do not want! Do not need! Alphinaud: More homunculi! 　↳ Thancred: We'll deal with them like the rest. Spriggan Doorkeeper #2: Pretty tower! Our tower! All for us! Not for you!

Second Boss, Before engaging (X: 14.5, Y: 13.9) - Ziggy

Alphinaud: All these spriggans here... 　↳ Y’shtola: I imagine they were drawn to the crystals.

Second Boss, During the fight (X: 14.5, Y: 13.9) - Ziggy

Ziggy: Ziggy save everyone! Ziggy heeeeeero! Ziggy: Ziggy boooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy zoooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy biggie pretties time! Ziggy Ziggy hey! Ziggy: Ziggy shoooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy super beam time! Ziggy Ziggy hey! Ziggy: Ziggy pshoooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy doooooom!

Second Boss, After defeating (X: 14.5, Y: 13.9) - Ziggy

Alphinaud: That was tougher than I expected... 　↳ Y’shtola: Come, the lowest level awaits.

The Upper Reaches #1 (X: 13.7, Y: 9.6) - Antitower Interior #1

Alphinaud: Even the candles burn upside down... 　↳ Y’shtola: How very Sharlayan to obsess over useless details.

The Upper Reaches #2 (X: 16.3, Y: 9.6) - Antitower Interior #2

Thancred: Defenses for the innermost sector, eh? 　↳ Alphinaud: Can't lower our guard even for a moment!

Third Boss, Before engaging (X: 16.2, Y: 7.6) - Calcabrina

Alphinaud: Those dolls are the guardians of the viewing chamber? 　↳ Y’shtola: Have care─I sense tremendous power from them!

Third Boss, During the fight (X: 16.2, Y: 7.6) - Calcabrina

Calca & Brina: We'll cut your strings! Calca & Brina: Charging into unknown halls! Calca & Brina: You are mindless cretins! Calca & Brina: Yip-ho-ho!

Third Boss, After defeating (X: 16.2, Y: 7.6) - Calcabrina

Thancred: We've come for you, Minfilia... Alphinaud: So this is the closest point to the aetherial sea...Y’shtola: The aether here is almost too much for my eyes.

The Antitower Dungeon Dialogue Infographic

[pr1ncesspopstar]

A Complete Set - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 18: Hackneyed

Ao3

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“If you keep squirming like this, small lass, you’ll end up with a lazy eye and I don’t know if I’ll have the skill enough to fix it.” Halditar grunted, resisting the urge to squeeze tighter, knowing a drop of strength too much might shatter the little porcelain body in her hand. Which would have been a true shame considering the work she put into repairing the cracks across her little limbs and cheek.

Brina giggled something fierce, but went limp as a marionette should, making it much easier for the adventurer she now belonged to pop the polished glass eye back into her head. A bit morbid were this anything but a doll, but a doll she was. One Halditar kept locked in a box for a long time. Not out of a sense of maliciousness, seeing how some people treated toys they found creepy so poorly, but her clash with the once complete guardian of the Anti-tower left one part of the duo that made Calcabrina worse for wear. Broken limbs and tattered dress and messy hair. Too damaged to hold herself up, but too pathetic to just leave and let the damaged magicks seep out. Especially with how fiercely Calca screeched upon seeing the state of her sister. The two could not be separated, that was insisted upon. The only solution the dragoon had, at the time, was hoard her away like a piece of treasure until she found someone with the skills capable to repair the doll wholly was found.

Sadly, none like that ever came to light. Across the sea, or even in different shards, no one knew how or wanted to touch the horrifying little figure buried at the bottom of her bag. As their journey dragged on, Halditar began to think it best to give up. ‘Twas only a doll… but so was Calca. 

Halditar had never had much in the way of toys growing up herself. And if she had, she was certain dolls wouldn’t have been amongst her favorites. But it was clear once upon a time, before being a part of the defense system for the Anti-tower, Calca had been loved. Her hair was matted and lose from cuddling, slicked with far too much gel for styling. Her make-up was rubbed off in some parts and applied back on with childish scribbles. And a name, threadbare and unreadable now clearly decorated the back of her dress. She was a beloved doll, and one that loved back in turn. And now that love kept her waiting so very patiently for her sister, who had to have been equally as loved no doubt. The roe couldn’t just ignore the strange toys after whisking them up from their old home.

So she stuck to her search. Picking up trades as a child may take up trinkets and stones. The ways of a gatherer had long been her companion outside of combat, but it wasn’t long before she found herself as comfortable with a forge or oven as she had been a pick or blade. It had been a far longer journey than learning the way of the land, but the opportunities it offered were too valuable.

Especially when amongst the documents in the library of Sharlayan, she found the documents detailing Calca and Brina’s creation, once popular toys for the daughters of researchers that fell to the wayside with time.

Her only cause of action had been obvious.

“Sister, sister, can we play yet?” A little knock came from outside her room in the Baldesion Annex. Brina squirmed to life once more in her palm, those false lashes fluttering with magic.

“Soon, sister, soon! Yip-ho-ho!” The doll bereft of her red dress parroted.

“Aye, but only if you leave us be, little lass!” Halditar added. A sad ‘yip-ho-ho…’ sounded outside the door, but went quiet after that. Forcing the doll to wait outside had been the only way the adventurer found she could fix Brina in peace, Calca so excited she would not stop running around the room laughing, exciting the broken remains of her sister too much to work with.

The work needed had been extensive, from learning to repair porcelain to how marionettes were built in the first place. But it had been nothing building furniture didn’t prepare her for. And the process she found was more than reward it, it was calming too. Just sitting at her desk all day, the sun warning her skin as the orchestrion roll played and before her eyes the dulled dusty skin of the doll became white and pristine one more. Gummed up eyes were polished to be crystal clean and shiny and her hair was washed of spiders and ray shite. Halditar left the signs of the previous owners love, the way the hair was so carefully styled, the unreadable name on the back of the dress, the where the make up had been worn away from so much cuddling. But beyond that air was like a new doll sat before her.

“There, all done.” She told Brina. The doll sat up, twirling and testing all her joints in the way only a doll could, spinning her torso and head, opening and closing her mouth. Her only thanks a giggle of satisfaction, before jumping up and off the desk of her owner that repaired her.

She dashed to the door, opening it up and instantly hugging her blue-clad mirror. Laughing in perfect sync as they spun around as little girls might.

“Sister, sister, I’m finally here! Here I am, Calca!”

“You are, you are, sister! Now we can play!”

“Forever, can we play?”

“Let’s play forever, Brina! Yip-ho-ho!”

They stopped the spinning and turned to Halditar, running up in unison and trading off bouncing, one landing as the other took flight. “Play with us, Miss! Play forever, won’t you?!”

“Play forever, I shan’t. But I can join you for a once around the island at least. Amalience wanted to get a look at you two once she heard I was looking to fix a Brina doll, apparently she had a set of you two as a girl she loved dearly, so why don’t we visit her?”

Chanting a want to play with this Amalience and maybe meet her set of Calca and Brina, the dolls raced out of the room as fast as their little legs would carry them, their Warrior of Light not following too far behind. Halditar worried not if they would get lost, for on their shoes she so carefully wrote her own name, her own mark of affection for the dolly duo they were more than happy to wear.

[st-highwind]

Per popular request (and honestly I don't know why I didn't do this from the start), I have continued the tradition and given the new four elemental archfiends malebranche names like the original four had!

Ciriatto, Archfiend of Thunder (Little Pig)

Graffiacane, Archfiend of Ice (Snarling Dog)

Farfarello, Archfiend of Shadow (Goblin)

Alichino, Archfiend of Light (Harlequin)

Additionally, while reading through names, I saw Calcabrina there! I was a bit disgruntled that Calcabrina didn't mean harlequin, given that they're puppets, but put that aside. Additionally, Barbariccia means Curly Beard when there is another name --Libicocco-- that means Windy! I like Barbariccia though, it suits her.

An additional malebranche name I liked quite a lot was Draghignazzo, "Nasty Sneering Dragon". For the hell of it, I thought it would be neat if that was Golbez' dragon's name! I want to bring that shadow dragon back for more than a boss battle cutscene.

Additionally, on a tangential line of thought, I thought it would be neat if Farfarello is actually the Dark Elf. Canonically the Dark Elf is just...there. I thought it would be nice narrative-wise to bring him back as an Archfiend given his prior success of acquiring the Earth Crystal. It's just an idea and the longer I think about it, the less pliable it seems, but it's an idea nonetheless.

[sanguinesocierie]

   ༓☾ character interview ☽༓

 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴.   her   skin   is   very   fragrant.   she   smells   of   roses,   cinnamon,   bergamot   &   blackberry.   a   sultry   sexy   type   of   scent.   strong   enough   that   if   you   stood   near   her,   her   scent   would   immediately   tickle   your   nose.   its   not   overwhelming,   just   enough   to   be   pleasant.   dreamy   even.

𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿.   she   lounges   lazily.   mostly   on   her   side,   her   head   resting   on   an   arm.

𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷   𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳   𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈   𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈.    quite   a   bit   of   time.   she   bathes,   does   her   hair,   makeup,   puts   on   her   elaborate   dress   &   veil.   touches   up   her   nails.   maybe   a   little   more   than   half   an   hour.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲   𝙳𝙾   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈.    in   her   main   verse   &   medieval   fantasy   type-verses   she   actually   enjoys   bard   songs.   especially   romantic   ones.   stories   of   forbidden   love   &   such   grab   her   attention.   so   much   so   that   fina   will   sit   happily   under   a   tree   to   listen   to   a   bard.   in   more   modern   ones,   slow   jazz   with   a   heavy   focus   on   the   saxophone   is   her   favorite.

𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙾   𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃.    black,   blood   red   &   white   ribbons,   dolls   (   i   kinda   imagine   they   resemble   the   calcabrinas   from   iv   )   cute   rabbit-type   plushes   (   black   ones   ),   jewels   of   varying   shades   of   red,   flowers,   preferably   white   lilies.