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[mage-and-gull]

Hi ! I drew this for you ! Hope you'll like it !

Silas: Oh, wow! This is amazing, thank you very much! You are very talented.

Oriol:

[ornithological]

i forgot i made this but i am extra feeling it today <3

[oikvw]

heir of grief

[chaosfantasmic]

the boy of all time

[lycanthrop-ee-art]

[alpydk]

Enablers gunna enable. @lanafofana & @tellmeallaboutit

A short fic of - What if, and hear me out, Gale's necrotic energy was actually radioactive?

The first time Gale died was an accident. The transmutation spell on the orb had backfired and almost instantly, darkness had fallen upon him. It was a day later that his soul had been dragged back to his body, an annoyed Tara lecturing him on the potential outcome of such experimentation alone. The dead gull on the balcony was nothing new, merely a result of the feline’s hunts.

The second time Gale died was on purpose. How long could he sleep in blissful ignorance before the necrotic energy that seeped from his corpse became a problem for the outside world? One day, two days? The third was where Tara placed the limit, too anxious at the spreading decay, the orb glowing angrier with each passing moment. They dared not test further.

The third time Gale died was a mistake. Tav had misjudged the sunbeam’s path, leading it through the enemies, but also through the weakened wizard. He’d hoped that the difficulty of getting the true resurrection spell from his pouch would have meant Tav was a little more careful with his life, but as always, he’d been expendable. They’d brought him back, for which he was thankful, and all had continued on their way.

It started as a cough, harmless and insignificant. Tav explained it was probably from too many nights in a cold tent and not to worry. The one chilly night turned into a grey clouded day at camp, Tav secluded to the safety of their bedroll. Something they’d eaten was the overall consensus. Gale observed at a distance, Tav’s pallor reminding him of the grey feathers of the fallen gull.

Shadowheart’s spells broke through the worst of the sickness, allowing Tav to continue travelling with them, but Gale was still weary. As Tav spat blood on to the road, it was justified as a recent bout of combat and a mistimed blow to the face. As Tav bruised like an aged piece of fruit, it was down to the battles and not the underlying sickness. As Tav stopped eating, it was blamed on the stress of their current situation, not the burning sores in their mouth and throat.

They went from strong and confident to a languishing shadow, a ghost of the hero he’d fallen in love with. Sunlit hair became as grey as the rain touched stones they trod upon and conversations of which healing spells to use soon became whispers of which rites would be the most appropriate.

Gale’s mind drifted like that of the Chionthar as the gulls flew overhead, their feathers light on the breeze carrying them to new heights. He wondered if they would reach Waterdeep, would fly over the head of his mother as she crocheted in her small garden. He wondered if Tav would visit with him when they were well enough. He knew this thought was an impossible dream, as Shadowheart called out to him.

Tav lay in his arms in the confines of their room at the Elfsong, the drapes over the bed blocking out the intrusive light. Fever had descended over their body, beads of sweat the only moisture they could tolerate. Once pink flushed lips were now cracked and bloodied, the colour that of the red roses he had longed to give them once they were back home. Vibrant skin now wept as he did, salted tears hidden behind a mask of tenderness, wounds hidden behind the mask of treatment. He told them he loved them.

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The first time Tav died was an accident.

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Scratching an Itch While Standing on the Edge of Brooks Falls (Katmai National Park & Preserve) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: I captured this with my Nikon D800E SLR camera using a Tamron SP 150-600mm f/5-6.3 Di VC USD G2 lens. I was at the Falls Platform with a view looking to the northeast at the Brooks Falls while observing brown bears in Katmai National Park. What I liked about this image was how the bear was either scratching himself or getting tired of the flies around as he stood on the waterfall edge.

[fr-familiar-bracket]

[minmos]

i hate bird identification bc it's like.

every single one of these are all different bird species and if you cant tell them apart YOU ARE STUPID .... now sit down and wait to get a rare bird alert for a seagull that's identical to every one you've seen before. and Your ass is going to have to buy a plane ticket if you think you're going to see a european herring gull in your pathetic lifetime. *spits on you*

These are all the same one though.

[weirdphilosopher]

gull moment

[mage-and-gull]

Oriol doodle

[whensomethingelsecries]

i need to rewatch the couple of videos i'd found of people playing golden fantasia with zero prior knowledge of umineko because they're so beautiful to me

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Barnaby meets sans when

I’ve always wondered what sans looks in your amazin artstyle,…

oh god. not sansaby. not again. im not strong enough

[leopardsealz]

kehaar from watership down my beloved

please reblog my art!

[stardustdiver]

Drink Fred Gull™️

It gives you spleens!

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

A Daily Dose of Bears at Katmai (Katmai National Park & Preserve) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: I captured this image at the Falls Platform with a view looking to the northeast at Brooks Falls while observing brown bears in Katmai National Park. The image is of several male brown bears in the river and falls area attempting to catch salmon to eat. I pulled back a lot on the focal length to capture much more of the falls and surrounding area. My thinking was to include all the bears present and capture the feeling of this wildlife and national park setting.