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i have been drawing this smug bastard for three days.
i like the canon design well enough, but i wanted something a little more... austere? old world nobility with some more "modern" flair. he looks cleaned up for hosting dinners AND can still get out in the field and torment some PCs <3 There's also just a LITTLE bit of tywin lannister in there somewhere i think.
also before you ask, my DM made him 6'5 (195 cm) U////U
feel free to use the design in your game if you want- just please tag me or comment because i'd LOVE to hear people's thoughts ^v^
Sheeeeee’s baaaaack! Hi everyone!!!!! I’m still alive! Real life has been super busy but Ive spent the past few months chipping away at this animation in my absence. I plan to make more animatics (tho they wont be as detailed but hopefully at a faster pace lmaoo.) I hope everyone is doing well! XOXO Silvi 💋
On Pinterest, search “[your OC’s name] core” and show us the first six results!
Thanks for the tags @onlytavs and @deianestormborn 💕 Since almost all of these are low resolution pictures, I turned them into tiny moodboards, if you don't mind~
Also, I'm sure I broke Pinterest because after awhile it showed the same pictures for each searches, so I had to skip a few. 🤷
Go on Pinterest and search: lyrics, color, character, place, outfit and aesthetic. You don't have to choose the first one, just scroll until you find one you like.
No-pressure tags for @valannamizarym @starlit-serpent @faircatch2025 @celestialvampirespawn @his-morning-star @the-shadowfell-darkroom @bloodless-sandpiper @aimlesspixie @amuletspore @lyriumandbiotics @blacklodge13 @kt-catt @desperateani @wasteful-sam and anyone else who wants to share!
Thank you for the tags @faircatch2025, @optimisticgrey, @deianestormborn, @litsenn, @emmy-and-the-tieflings, @kt-catt
VP by the incredible @alstromeri-a 💖 Template from here.
Gentle tags for: @andromedaancunin, @dr4gonwriter, @ladyofcrowsandcoffee, @oursusanellen, @worfs-glorious-hair, @lucretiouswept, @unovafarm, @aristenfromwarsaw, @gods-saddest-unicorn, @facetheworldbitch -- sorry if any of you have already done it and I missed it. Crazy few weeks. Link me to it if you have 💖
Tagging according to a tag list (lemme know if you wanna be on/off it!).
Neck deep in preparation of the upcoming chapter as well as the BG3 birthday event, so have a snippet :)
Parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
"Yes. They were well hidden, excellent at obscuring their presence, and despite their precautions I found them at the market and dealt with them when you passed through Aka Way. They put up a reasonable fight in the alley, but I could not interrogate them. Broad daylight, very little time, too many eyes... So I killed them, searched them, and found—" She paused and drank again, and the weight of what came next settled visibly over her. "He had Manshoon's emblem in his pocket."
Gale's face froze as his mind began, with the terrible efficiency she had always admired and occasionally feared, to assemble the implications.
"I recognized the insignia but didn't understand why it mattered. I pocketed it and the seven silver the man had on him, moved the body deeper into the alley, and then my plan fell apart entirely: shouting, windows opening, someone calling out. I changed my appearance, more by instinct than anythind else, to flee in the opposite direction. And that is when Halaster found me."
"You killed your first person in Waterdeep and encountered Halaster Blackcloak," Gale summarized, his voice stripped entirely flat, "during my first week at the Academy."
Celeste chuckled, despite everything. "I did. Before I quite understood what was happening, a door opened, a hand reached for my shoulder, and I was dragged inside. The door closed the moment I landed on my ass, and Halaster laughed at me. Called me an idiot for meddling in a Chosen's affairs."
She grinned briefly at the memory. It had been an extraordinary day, unbelievable to the point of comedy, but extraordinary nonetheless.
"He also lectured me extensively on Waterdavian business acumen and suggested I needed considerably better disguises if I intended to go against the Zhentarim. He proposed working with them instead of against them, and offered me a contact he trusted."
Gale laughed briefly and clearly involuntarily, the sound escaping before he could reclaim it. "And did you? Trust a contact provided by the Mad Mage?"
"I did not. I took the beholder jerky he gave me for Tara, accepted his instruction to say nothing of it to you, and left." She paused, gulping and searching his eyes. "I cannot tell you precisely why I agreed to it. There had never been lies between us before that moment. But some part in me agreed, and I have spent a considerable amount of time since then understanding what that part was."
The room fell quiet. The fire crackled. Celeste pulled one knee closer to her chest, arm wrapped loosely around it.
"I got drawn into it. The secrecy. Navigating a part of Waterdeep that opened itself to me in ways I had not anticipated. Scheming. Listening. Meeting the right people, opening the right doors at precisely the correct moment. Offering a favor here, settling a debt in someone else's name there."
"And yet you did not think you could trust me with any of it." The genuine feeling of disappointment in his voice nearly brought her to tears. Nearly.
"I could have." She admitted without deflection. "But I chose not to. Because I never wanted any of it to touch you. The Urge, what I had done in Baldur's Gate or who I had been and what I was becoming. I did not want those things to exist in the same space as you."
"You considered me incapable of standing beside you in that reality," he huffed, and the scholarly elaboration was entirely gone from his voice now, reduced to something skeletal and honest and far more painful for it. "You determined I was too fragile. Too decent. Too fundamentally removed from the darkness that constitutes your reality to be permitted to witness it."
Her head came up sharply, eyes finding his. His jaw was set again, his posture outwardly composed in the way she had learned, over years of loving him, to recognize as its own kind of fury.
"The exact opposite. You are a good man, Gale. You are my husband. You have always been worthy. Capable and powerful—"
Nothing. No visible reaction. Not even the flicker of acknowledgment she had hoped for.
"I made the conscious choice not to include you," she continued, her voice steadier than she felt. "To keep this from you. I did not want anything I have been or done to touch you."
Gentlest of tags for @bladesingerlily (YOU PROMISED) @alrendriablaze and @unovafarm who liked the previous parts as well as @lilhumanoid @the-font-bandit @the-shadowfell-darkroom @cornamentado @chaushaus @archduchessgortash (save my Saturday morning, please) @adrielmancy (show us that outline WIP!) @thechaosbard @alliskit @faeriiefire @starlit-serpent and @lilhumanoid
