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Sharing the trinkets I have procured recently

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Happy farcille day ✨

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save a horse ride a cowgirl

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Some recent drawings of my hunter and a shot from my new ref sheet, I can't remember if I'd ever shared the old one here but I lost the file to it and only have a low res version of it left so I've been chipping away at a new one between owed art, his outfit is basically the same but hopefully it'll be done before artfight comes around hahaha.

I changed him so much during the beginning phase of making him but I think I'm finally at a point where I'm happy with how he looks and who he is and I just need to flesh out the smaller details of his character.

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When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?

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your grace

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Making brooms from rice straw with the 'help' of a black cat in Mori, Shizuoka.

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Thinking about Gale's spellbook.

Not the old one, the one he carried when he was Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep - a gorgeous, leather-and-silver bound thing that bulged with a lifetime's worth of accumulated knowledge. There were spells in there penned over wine and cheese with Elminster; in a flow state that bordered on the spiritual after a night with Mystra, remembering her instruction, the feel of her soul against his. That spellbook was the testament to his success, the proof that he had excelled beyond the excellent -

And then Mystra cut him off from the Weave, and it all become meaningless.

His own runes, rendered incomprehensible; beautiful spell-glyphs that turned from condensed power and knowledge to worthless pieces of art. He has to start anew, from the ground up - reforging his connection to the Weave without Mystra's guidance (without her, without), relearning schoolboy spells. Humiliatingly easy magic, the kind he used to do like it was breathing, except this time he has to study and work and try and try, Tara urging him on with firm but gentle words.

He learns different spells, now. Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile. Not the kind of spells that he'll ever need on a day-to-day basis; spells that'll keep him alive long enough when he makes an exodus to the depths of the Underdark, or the centre of some desert wastes, and goes supernova.

The new spellbook is a plainer thing, small enough to fit in a robe pocket (because extradimensional storage spaces are no longer things he can make with a thought). And then he's snatched by a Nautiloid, and... honestly, he'd swear that the spine just wants to hold onto blood-spatters, no matter how many times he cleans them out. The pages get spotted from all the times he's had to flick them open in driving rain; the corners get creased from being shoved in and out of his robes.

And absolutely nothing can protect it from the unstoppable force of his friends.

Karlach nearly sends the whole thing up in flames one night by gesticulating a bit too wildly. Wyll laughs too hard one night and sprays wine all over Gale's new notes on Abjuration. Scratch picks up the entire thing and runs off with it when Gale's back is foolishly turned, and it's only a stern talking-to from Halsin that saves the whole thing from becoming a chew toy.

Smiley cat faces, doodled on the pages in Yenna's untidy hand. A helpful comment from Karlach on the Fireball page: 'AKA FUCK YEAH LET'S GO!!!!' A few lines of Wyll's perfect handwriting, a memento from a long discussion about how infernal energies could enhance fire magic; a few observations from Shadowheart on warding enchantments. Some terse comments on psionic magic from Lae'zel that Gale finds himself weaving into his Shields, and they do seem to hold up a little better now. (Other hands on his spellbook! Touching the pages he carries close to his heart! The man he was would never have believed it.)

He thinks of them all, as he writes new spells. Counterspell, because nothing will touch them. Spells that will carry his people from danger and shield them from harm. He watches Astarion pace before the fire one night and inscribes Sunbeam with a cold smile of promise to Cazador; he glowers at Mizora over the edge of the pages as he ponders what spells would be best suited to killing a devil.

A wizard's spellbook, Elminster told him once, is a reflection of their soul. Gale of Waterdeep's spellbook was a marvel; perfect and polished and resplendant. Untouched by any hands but his own.

Gale Dekarios's spellbook is battered and beloved, covered on every page with the fingerprints of his friends.

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gale doodles (goodles)

first drawing references this pinterest post !

edit: pinterest links don't work if you're not signed in, i've attached the original ref image below the cut and here's the vogue link. the designer is Guo Pei and the dress is from her fall 2019 couture collection

pinterest ux my beloathed

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moon child

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normal reaction to finding no loot

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sketch page for the Pride of the Gate; Wyll --   Kofi | Patreon    

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I love these two fr fr

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rdr2 fans need to accept the fact that hosea is a flawed character whose morality is just as complex as dutch or arthur's. he's got you all fooled. the bank job was entirely hosea's idea from start to finish. he was excited by it as he's excited by danger every time you're out doing something with him, from the bear hunt (which is his idea + he explicitly prefers the most dangerous approach to said idea) to the braithwaites-grays scheme. in ch4 he hypes up the tahiti/paradise "plan" just as much as dutch (he does so to arthur, to pearson, in speeches at least twice) but you all are too busy projecting the stereotype of the ~old wise father on him to see that. if hosea was "always right" he'd be a boring character

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red dead

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wish i could just ask Gale everytime there's a puzzle thing hhhHHHHH