@intothewildsea liked for a thing
He was definitely having a fucking day.
First they were in a storm that had whipped up out of nowhere, then shortly after they found a dock until it passed this fucking annoyance of a cult had made themselves known. Some sort of large scale ritual, again. He couldn't even confidently say that at least this time demon babies weren't spawning out of people, considering the fact that he suddenly found himself- well. He wasn't entirely sure, initially.
It became apparent after a while, and he did not appreciate it any more than the situation that he had originally been in. This was a worse situation, in all honesty. Especially when the smell of smoke became apparent, a jerking throughout the ship- the telltale signs of a failing ship. And he was stuck in place.
This was a god. Damn. Day.
Erskine wasn't entirely sure how he ended up on the ground again. Intact, thankfully. Mostly, at least. He could fix the prosthetic very easily. It would look concerning to anyone who didn't know the arm was fake, considering the angle it was currently bent at. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone immediately in the vicinity. He had time to fix it. He was more concerned with figuring out where in the world he was.
(He could deal with the panic later. When he was safer.)
He had his weapons, at least. That was something. He still had a- ow. Fuck. A flash of pain shot through his head when he tried to gauge whether or not he still had a connection to his god. That probably wasn't good. It didn't fully subside, either.
Nor was the sound of another person approaching, just barely noticed. It was more the flicker of movement at the edge of his peripheral that alerted him to the presence. Well. This day just kept getting better. "You okay?" As if he wasn't standing in the middle of a clearing, bloodied and dirty.
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Iirc i remember Gale was into painting amongst other things he did while hes stuck in his tower and i hc he's damn good at it (man's a prodigy, wouldnt put it past him sdjkhskjd)
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bass player shart my beloved
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unleash me
( wizard's tower as a prison)
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the council will decide your fate (being kissed passionately)
(we had a chat about Vet!Halsin, who walks around with little birds under his hair and can carry a mastiff like it's nothing)
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Dark Gale hasn't left my brain since the last time I drew him
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You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.
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🐱⛸🏒🐶
(yes, i am still brainrotting but what else is new)
(ice rink au)
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modern au 'magic' hits different (for Mira at least)
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