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How did you get on this ship? We are sailing in the clouds??

Oh, who’s to say

[meanwhile in faerûn]

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Astarion and Travis Matagot swap places

[meanwhile in spéir]

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The Children

Aka: The Angels

Consequence, Inevitability, and Eternity. 

The Children watch and see things that you might not even notice. Although they are not strong now they will one day judge you for what they have seen. They represent a coming world that you do not control and one that cannot be stopped. The power of the children might not suggest immediate action, but they are a promise that deeds both good and bad will be answered. 

Nothing is unobserved, a wreckoning is coming.

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One of the few times I manage to pronounce something right!

Every single time I go back to @campaignskyjacks Burza Nyth arc my sad Polish heart sings with how perfectly James pronounces both “burza” and “pióra”, is it ok, am I ok?

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the guy of all time

[image description: a digital drawing of nodoze. he's a thin man with long black hair and dark circles under his eyes. he's sitting on a crate on the deck of the ship, leaning on a barrel, a smoking cigarette in one hand. he's looking to the side with a sullen expression. end id]

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The Changeling

Themes: Transformation, Yearning, Impulse, and Will 

The Changeling comes of age. They find new power and new desire and allow that to alter them. By nature the Changeling is a creature of transition. It is at times unsatisfied with even stable arrangements. 

The Changeling looks upon freedom and joy and burns to answer their call.

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DNI IF YOU THINK BIRDS ARE LAME. THIS IS A POST FOR BIRD LIKERS ONLY.

JAMES D’AMATO SELL ME THE BIRD RIDING SYSTEM. PLEASE.

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This was so much fun to paint. Love Gable so much

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This was so much fun to paint. Love Gable so much

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After hours of work in between doing stuff at my job I finally completed my Gable design! They’re a sphinx cat, sort of, because when I heard his description my first thought was “OH! She’s weird and off putting and gangly like a Sphinx cat…”

I decided to keep that design element because… kibtty….

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made a poster for my favorite skyjacks PSA!!! (so far)

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gable and nodoze but it's the potc 3 wedding scene send tweet

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Jonnit, Travis, and Dref all hanging off of Gable’s flexed arms in their own different ways. Big friend!!!!

thank you for the request, im serious i owe you my life

[image description: a digital drawing of the crew from skyjacks. gable is a large buff person with long hair. they're flexing their arms. on their right arm, dref dangles, eyes wide, sweating nervously. on their back is jonnit, a black teen with an afro and a headband. on gale's left arm is travis, casually glancing to the side, smiling happily. end id]

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The River

Themes: Temptation, Destruction, Challenge

The River's rushing current can overwhelm the weak and strong alike. Flowing water can carve away mountains and wear stones to dust. The River can swell to a torrent capable of swallowing all things. All things it divides us from the rewards we seek. The River is unmistakably dangerous. However, the River is ultimately a barrier, something that separates one bank from another. At great risk, it can be crossed, and an equally great reward can be claimed. Some say that makes the River wicked, as it calls out, promising fortune and grace, only to drag souls down. However, heroes are baptized in the strife of the current. The River's rushing current can overwhelm the weak and strong alike. Flowing water can carve away mountains and wear stones to dust. The River can swell to a torrent capable of swallowing all things. It divides us from the rewards we seek.

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Decided to digitize some of my sketches. Let's hear it for Dref Wormwood

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I can't read this, but you should!

A MILLION YEARS

the ep11 slumber party

Dref had, of course, been to a slumber party. Back in his youth, he’d been invited to dozens, and went to… well, probably three. He was not a very social child, and even his parents couldn’t make him spend the night in a stranger's house without a good amount of bribery. But he had been to slumber parties before, is the point.

However, it’d been a long, long time, and he wasn’t sure he even knew what to do with himself now, watching the other three change.

The infirmary had plenty of beds, plenty of space for the four of them, even with Gable, and it was warm, and cozy, and nice. And Dref felt… well, at home wasn’t quite the phrase, but certainly calmer than he usually was. This was alright. He was going to be fine.

The other three were all getting ready for bed.

Gable’s back was to him as they pulled off their shirt, revealing the gashes in their back, the tattoos that scattered their spine and shoulders- at least until their hair slid back to cover it again. For a second, their eyes met in the mirror, and they raised an eyebrow at him. He wrenched his eyes away, landing on Travis, instead.

Travis was already changed into his loose billowing cotton night shirt and boxers, and was laying on a bed, head turned to the side, sharp eyes fixated on the small window. He looked otherworldly and beautiful like this, like a marble statue of a mythical ocean siren instead of a mere man. As Dref watched, one hand came up to smooth his hair, tangling and untangling itself as he absently gazed off into space.

Jonnit had taken off his bandana, replacing it with a bonnet that didn’t cover his third eye, leaving it out in the open, closed and relaxed. He looked so young as he wrestled off his boots, nearly falling to the ground as he fought the leather. Finally he let out a whine, swinging his boot up to land next to Travis’ head. “Can you help, man?”

Travis let out a long suffering sigh as he was shaken from his thoughts, but helped Jonnit unlace the boot with a groan, propping himself up on his elbow.

Suddenly, Dref realized he might be the first to die. Probably not by a lot, but he was older than Jonnit, and necromancy did shorten life spans by years, even decades, especially when used as much as he used it. Travis- whatever he was- was clearly old as dirt, and the fact that he hadn’t died yet meant he probably wasn’t going to any time soon. And Gable… well, Gable’s shoulder was already healed completely from the hook, in only mere hours.

Dref sat down, heavily, and Gable glanced at him, doing a double take when they saw the look on his face.

“Dref?” They asked gently. “You okay?”

“Ah, it just occurred to me I was probably not going to outlive any of you.”

“No,” Jonnit said, frowning. “No, don’t say that. Maybe I’ll fall off a ship one day, you never know-”

“No,” Dref said. “No, you saw the future, remember? You at least get to be an adult. I’m not sure I’ve got much more in me.”

“You do,” Jonnit said, desperately. “You have to, right?”

Gable stepped forward, slowly, spreading their arms. Their bare chest was littered in scars and tattoos, and their shoulder muscles rippled as they gathered Dref into a hug. “It’s alright.”

“You won’t forget me,” He hummed. “Will you?”

“Of course not,” Gable muttered into his hair. “Neither of us could ever forget you in a million years.”

“But in two million?”

“In two million years I’ll still smell that dreadful antiseptic and turn to complain to you about it,” Travis sighed. “In three million years I’ll wake up in a cold sweat because I dreamed you finally beat me at Illamet. In four million years I’ll be shocked not to hear you gag and retch every time I change.”

“Yeah, man,” Jonnit piped up. “You and I will have songs about us, man, I’m telling you. I’ll be the famous captain and you’ll be my right hand man- don’t… don’t say you won’t.”

“Of course I will,” Dref said, firmly. “If I live-”

“-You will,” Jonnit said, confidence filling every crack in his voice. “You’ll be there with me, and one day we’ll come out on top, and these two will come to visit every weekend, right guys?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Travis said, stretching. “My schedule will probably be pretty full.”

Gable released Dref to toss a roll of bandages at the changeling, who yelped.

“We’ll be there,” They smiled. “Both of us. Promise.”

And somehow, Dref believed them.

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