#Gale Tempest

[kiwiplur]

Day 11: Draw a pony sharing a friendship lesson/making a new friend.

Did something a bit different for this one. Here’s Turn Tables, one of my more recent OCs Bossing up with one of my old OCs from middleschool. he was a pegasus, but wings are hard so i never drew him with them open. Also what the fuck 2011 was 12 years ago who allowed this ;0; 

[sky-ham]

saw that Cleric was the least played class so I decided to play it for my Honor mode run and it's the most fun I've ever had in this game so far

with the right build not only can you can hit like a truck and lock down an area, you can also debuff / damage enemies regardless if they hit or miss you

don't touch the cleric challenge

[luddlestons]

postgame, Leviathan travels around on the hunt for other bhaalist cults. and then i decided this happens because i love dad!gale but Lev acquiring a bhaaspawnspawn is the only way that'd ever happen for the two of them

[i-was-bored-so-this-happened]

Gale Dekarios quotes Shakespeare in battle.

[vespaer77]

Go to hell...

[patemi-pk]

Ever thought about what would had happened if these two had met?

[beckiboos]

Typical I created a character to romance astarion and I romanced Gale, thought hmmm… they don’t really match I’m going to create a character to romance Gale and then I romance Astarion

Why am I like this

[witchparade]

[sketchyelvenasss]

How humorous is it that a tempest cleric marries a man named Gale. Gd

[malcontent7]

Could there be some subtle foreshadowing in our favourite slime anime that isn’t getting enough credit?

So I recently decided to do a rewatch of That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime, and I noticed a couple instances of foreshadowing that I completely missed previously, even though it’s like my tenth time watching it. The first of these is a spoiler for anime only fans who haven’t read the light novel, and the second spoils a big reveal from season two, so be warned.

The first of these has to do with the vision of Rimuru’s “fated one” by the fortune teller at the Night Butterfly bar in Dwargon. This character and her prediction did not appear in the Web Novel, nor the Light Novel, and appeared for the first time in the Manga, where it looked like this:

But the real genius came when it was adapted for the anime.

Notice that in this version, we start with a wide shot of the kids with Shizue, who we’re led to believe is the Fated One in question, which would makes sense given that the vision ends with a close up of her face, and the events of the very next arc. But take a closer look at it’s beginning. Notice who’s at the Center of the wide shot? Chloe! And it’s Chloe’s face that we first see clearly as it cuts to her as she hugs Shizue. The vision then pans over the faces of the other kids: Alice, Gale, Ryota, and Kenya. Only then do we get a good look at Shizue’s face which is where the vision ends.

Given Chloe’s fate to become the strongest hero, and Rimuru’s becoming a Demon Lord, both of which are functionally immortal, and tend to lead to intertwining destinies, this might have been a subtle indication that Rimuru’s true “fated one” is not Shizue, but Chloe Aubert.

The second case I noticed has to do with the dynamic with “Kaval’s” Party. Although Kaval is presented as the leader, Eren seems to be the one most often acting in the role, making decisions for the party with Kaval following them while reminding her that he’s the leader.

In fact “I’m the leader, remember?” or “I’m supposed to be the leader!” become something of a catchphrase for Kaval, usually spoken to Eren.

On a casual viewing, this could just be a sign of how casual the party’s dynamic is, showing that they’re friends first and a party second. But given what we learn about them later, it means something entirely different. The reason Eren acts like the leader sometimes is because…she is. Kaval is only the leader on paper.

Eren, or Elyun Grimwald, is a member of the royal family of the Sorcerer's Dynasty Sarion, a higher station then Kaval or Gido, who are actually her body guards. Kaval is acting as the leader of the party publicly to better hide her identity. When he reminds her that he’s the leader, he’s not lamenting the disrespect, as we’re meant to assume at this stage. He’s reminding her of the roles that they’re supposed to be playing.

This is also seen in how protective the pair are of Eren.

Twice during the battle against Ifrit they moved to shield Eren form potential harm, prioritising her safety over their own. This could be read as the sturdier members of a party covering for the physically weaker mage, or as two loyal soldiers guarding their princess from harm.

Anyone spot any more foreshadowing?

[strangebindingshell]

he’s so pretty..but…where are his eyebrows….

[ask-gale]

"There you are. I was starting to worry for you, wizard," Tahl'a said softly. Gale's head was in the orc's lap, and the ground beneath him was cold. The bioluminescent mushrooms cast a faint blue and orange glow somewhere above them. They'd been traveling through the Underdark, right next to the Sussur tree, when the earth had begun to shake and a sinkhole opened up. Unfortunately, the proximity to the tree has completely nullified their magic—they would need to be extracted before Shadowheart could heal them.

"Don't move, Gale," the orc warned. "You're badly injured. You've lost a lot of blood. One of your legs is broken, and I suspect your wrist is as well—I've splinted them both but..." she grit her teeth and blew out a sharp, frustrated breath. "You've broken a rib, as well. Broken, not cracked. We can't move without you risking a punctured lung. Shadowheart and Astarion have doubled back to camp to fetch Halsin and Karlach to pull us out. I suspect we'll be here until morning,"

The sorcerer shifted, just a little, reaching for her pack. "I have a blanket, some fish jerky, and a little water left, but nothing to burn and it's bound to get cold. I'm afraid we're in for a rough nice," She fell quiet once more, scowling miserably at Gale's ruined leg. "Let's get some water in you. I might have some wine, too. It'll help ease the pain. Just... Don't die on me, wizard. You still have yet to prove to me how much better you are at magic," she offered him a little smile.

@tahla-of-the-tempest

Gale offers her a weak smile before flinching at the pain he feels... In just about every part of his body. This is bad.

"I don't plan on dying on you any time soon... Not before I've proven myself to you."

He tries to keep it lighthearted, but his mind is racing, a single thought taking over: If he dies now, the orb will doom them both. And who knows what else would happen to the underdark if such a massive explosion were to go off... He can't bear to think about it.

No, Gale has absolutely no intention of dying today, or any time soon. He tries to push the pain to the back of his mind and focus on staying awake, but it's increasingly difficult.

"Hey, Tahl'a..." He says weakly. "Let's have a talk about something... Anything at all. Maybe that'll help a little."

[velmashaircut]

Read last weeks opm chapter on the day it released, was kinda disappointed at first because I was hoping it would focus on Flashy Flash telling Saitama about his past, but I guess that’s next week. I’ve reread the chapter today tho and I like it now, its nice seeing Blast more involved in the story and the reveal that Psykos is Manako’s babymama was cool too.

[gelidponies]

We start off with the two Alicorn sisters. Queen Piercing Gale (Tempest as Celestia) and Princess Sunray (Sunset Shimmer as Luna). The story goes mostly the same, only this time the eldest sister was in charge of raising the moon and the younger brought out the sun at dawn. Though their true talents and domains lied in war and knowledge, respectively. Piercing Gale was a sensitive but diligent and protective soul. She found great pleasure not only in an equally matched battle but being able to protect her subjects with her vast knowledge of strategy. Ponies celebrated her for the fact that they could constantly feel safe, awake or asleep, as she had the ability to help ponies fight their own battles in the dream world. Despite the advancements she helped to provide to Equestrian society the younger sister was not given a fraction of the adoration and attention. Ponies worked and played throughout her day but many found it a waste to spend any of their time studying at all, they treated evert new advancement like it was always a part of life. Princess Sunray began to grow indignant. Not only were her gifts taken for granted but some ponies even stayed up at night and slept through her day! She too appreciated knowledge, first and foremost, for the power and growth it would provide but with a mind clouded by ambition she felt that it was different. Her own magic ate away at the good inside her by the day until she was transformed into a demonic visage of her former self, Consuming Blaze. She longed to make Equestria a shining utopia of scholarly ponies. Even if she had to manipulate and crush dissenters to do it. With her hoof forced in one last grand battle, Piercing Gale was forced to turn the elements they shared on her sister. Gale would have to live with a reminder in the form of her sisters image emblazoned on the sun for 1000 years.

When that time finally came six special ponies came together and well, you know how the story goes. An apologetic princess Sunray was finally given a second chance at life and a second chance at a relationship with her sister. She's still stuck in some of her old ways like assuming she's the best for every task but she truly longs to help and improve her subjects as much as her sister.

Base by https://www.deviantart.com/l-starshade

[vespaer77]

Pairing: Gale x Named OC/Tav Author play through, making it up as we go =) Rating: Eventual smut 'cause you know they bone. Cosmically.

Link to read on AO3

Summary: Tempest Tidewater's Terrific Teas, Tonics, and Tinctures had been her whole life. She'd built her little shop from nothing but an empty shack and a dream, turning it into a household name in Neverwinter for all things aches and ailments. But at the height of her success, a mystery had begun to unfold. Her supply chain had suddenly run dry, amongst strange rumors of troubles brewing near Baldur's Gate. Left no choice but to leave her life's work shuttered and dormant behind her, Tempest embarked upon a journey south seeking answers, never anticipating the wild adventure she'd soon be set upon. This is a story of friendships and struggles, of mindflayers and cultists, but mostly… of how an artificer and a wizard fell in love.

Tempest Tidewater could hear the rush of the river behind her. And if she kept her eyes closed and stayed very still, she could almost imagine she was back in Neverwinter, gathering mergrass by the shore and waiting for a ship to arrive from Baldur's Gate carrying herbs that were found in greater abundance near the Cloakwood. And though the fabled market district in Waterdeep would claim the greater bulk of the supply, she could still rely heavily on trade to bring her things like mugwort, belladonna, and autumncrocus. Even balsam and daggerroot. If she could've sourced the quantities she'd needed from the surrounding hillsides, she would never have left. But the latitudes just weren't as favorable.

And the shipments had begun to dwindle. She'd even started struggling to make simple healing potions.

She hadn't been the only shop owner to feel the pinch. The Chionthar was a huge artery, carrying a heavy and widely varying flow of trade goods down from the continent and out through Baldur's Gate, to seek foreign ports all along the Sword Coast. The fall of Elturel had only been the beginning. Soon after came troubling rumors of hoards of devilkin roaming the surrounding forests and villages. Then there were tales goblins and gnolls, raiding tollhouses and terrorizing towns and fishermen.

And then it was drow.

And then it was cultists.

But now it was like a dream.

If she stayed very still, she could imagine that she would just wake up, safe at home. That she would open her eyes and step out of her bed, warmed by the first rays of sunshine that spilled past her windowsill. Like the ones washing over her even now. She would dance down her creaky little staircase, humming a tune as she donned her cured leather apron to begin sorting her ingredients and measuring caustic solvents. She would eat scones with honey and start boiling the kettles to brew the tea.

And if she stayed very still, so still, deadly still and just kept her eyes closed, she could smell it. The tea. Lavender to calm, mint to soothe, rosehips to heal, and currant for a smile. And of course her prized morning tea - a black blend, lively and bright, yet also acrid and smoky. Heady, like the wood coals of a bread oven. Or a campfire. Or like smoldering flames.

Like ashes falling all around her.

Flesh burning, still on fire.

And then a sound came from behind her, or above or all around her. Large chunks of detritus, groaning before falling and splashing into the water. Sounds of fragile wreckage crackling with heat before submitting to the forces of gravity. She was not safe.

Her eyes flew open and she sat up straight.

It was real, all of it. The gangplank bouncing beneath her knees as she boarded the ship without looking back. The beautiful, hazy blue mirage of Blackstaff crowning the horizon as her ship passed Waterdeep. Even her capture by a nightmarish nautiloid ship. And finally, her infestation with an illithid tadpole. All of it. It was no dream, and she would not be waking up. Her life's work - the entirety of her savings, her education, and her efforts, the whole sum of all her meager accomplishments - lie shuttered and dormant behind her to collect cobwebs and late fees and tax penalties, possibly in perpetuity.

Tempest Tidewater's Terrific Teas, Tonics, and Tinctures.

Yes. Terrific, indeed. A terrific loss. The latest in a lifelong string of them. How could she ever rebuild?

How she longed for one more piece of Tangy Tidewater Taffy. How she ached for one single, soothing cup of tea. She could just lay back down and mildew into the wet sand instead, never open her eyes again and become as sun-bleached as a sand dollar before sinking away forever. But she'd made a promise to herself, long ago, when she left her childhood home. When she spent so long languishing in inadequacy at the top of a wizard's spire. When she felt so lost and so alone - a feeling that had never left her, if she was honest.

She'd promised herself that she would not let this world beat her.

So, she groaned and slapped her knees, and summoned the strength to stand up and brush herself off. She wanted to scream. She wanted to weep. She wanted to take this hurt that sat in her belly like a blade and wrench it out. Oh, how she yearned to find that stupid fucking marid that cursed her family line and punch that bitch in the throat. After all, woe betide anyone who dared to be born genasi. At least, in the pastoral communities that worked the land and fed the breadbasket of Neverwinter.

Already exhausted into apathy by her anger, she chose to inspect herself for hidden injuries then she turned a slow circle to get her bearings.

Despite the black smoke still pouring out of the purple, tentacled abomination lying crushed and dead on the beach, the sky was warm and blue and cloudless, letting cheerful sunlight glitter across the water. An insect buzzed past her nose to land on plump, abundant blades of mergrass swaying in the light, gentle breeze of late afternoon. It was a perfectly lovely day, all things considered.

Wherever she was.

To ground herself and wash the grime of battle from her skin, she took off her boots and waded out into the river for spell. There was time for aimless wandering later. The daylight was already fading, and she wouldn't get far before she'd need to forge together some sort of camp for the night. So she allowed herself a moment of peace to float on her back and let her hair billow and fan all around her. She let the water cradle her like the mother she never had. One that wanted her. She listened to the river as it filled her ears and she dug her heels into the gravel, heeding the mild, placid current as it filtered through her toes. It renewed and replenished her, feeding her courage and a connection to the world around her, a direction forward like the needle on a compass.

Which she found she needed immediately when she stepped out of the water and slipped her feet back into her boots. Ahead of her, twisted and face down where they fell, lie the crumpled forms of those who were less fortunate than her. The poor souls who did not survive the crash, or possibly even the circumstances of their capture to begin with. Their blood soaked the dirt in dark puddles beneath them, and insects had begun gathering to feast. Clouds of them hung heavily in the low, orange shafts of afternoon sun.

But then she saw something move. Something so small she nearly missed it.

It was a foot, just ahead, along the trail of the scar the nautiloid had carved into the earth. And then Tempest thought she heard a moan. Someone was alive. With any luck, it was one of the women she'd met while still aboard the ship. The githyanki had been a skilled fighter, and if one could forgive her ruthless demeanor, she was clearly beneficial to have as a traveling companion. And Shadowheart, while cagey and mysterious, was a cleric. It was possible the girl's skills in the healing arts could even rival her own.

So she finally moved forward. Solid strides with purpose, one foot in front of the other, and with each step she felt that purpose grow. With each step, faces and words and memories circled through her mind like water down a drain. A wizard who preferred her as a pet rather than an apprentice - a meal ticket, as long as her mother's monthly tuition kept rattling in his coffers. A mother who couldn't wait to sell her once she finally came of age, and at last could pretend her family curse did not exist.

And a kind mentor, the first and only to see beyond the places where planar elements had marked her, who had the courage to nuture an untapped spark of potential, and whose only crime was to simply die of old age, happy and fulfilled.

She wondered if Mister Henry would still be proud of her, now that she'd lost everything. Now that she'd conflated her own courage with foolishness. But then his voice called to her from the depths of her own memory, steeling her nerves as she knelt beside the dark-haired cleric who stirred in her slumber on the sand. It was something he'd told her when he'd first taken her in, when no one else would.

"Look for the light in the darkness, girl," he'd said. "It will always be there. They may be at odds, but they are still sisters. Where one ends, the other surely begins. Look for the light, do not fear the dark, and be ready to begin."

In many ways, her life had begun the day she'd met him.

And it would not end here on this shore.

"Okay," she murmured to herself, reaching to shake Shadowheart's shoulder. "It's okay. I'm okay.

"I'm ready to begin."

[evilhorse]

Plenty of different facial hair styles left for “Jimmy Gale” to try.