The answer is however many show up outside the window he tosses food scraps of. I'm sure Astarion comes up with beautiful names for each of them but they're just called "cat" 85% of the time.
Bed time would be a real unbalanced situation during winter.
For anyone wondering why I haven't been putting any new shit out lately, it's because I've been working on painting a few shots from the Astarion hug scene (with Gale!):
it is a PAIN IN THE ASS
I'm also slowlyyyy working on a very self-indulgent Bloodweave spelljamming fic! They're going to space babeyyyy
You see, I was primed at a very young age to deeply enjoy Gale's romance music because as a youngling I would listen to the Dearly Beloved theme from kh2 over and over again
Getting popular as a creative person: Cool, big fanbase, lots of compliments, but stressful. A constant pressure to appease the masses and produce "content"
Marshaling 2-3 weirdos who love your shit no matter what and go absolutely fucking bananas whenever you make stuff: No downsides, and you can Get Freaky With It. In fact, being a self-indulgent freak is encouraged and often demanded
Kept thinking about this line the last few weeks every time it was sunny out lol 🌩️🌨️🌦️🌪️⛄
[Video description: a line art only animation of Gale of Waterdeep. He looks up at the sunny sky and happily says "lovely day, this!" Then he looks suspicious and continues "for now..." After a moment clouds come rolling in, a strong wind starts blowing and heavy rain comes pouring down. At the top is written: "western Europeans in spring:" /End video description.]
Plenty of highly intelligent people end up getting sucked in to cults because they just wanted people to hang out with. There are antivaxxer nurses. Your ability to act on empirical reason breaks down fast if your social and emotional needs aren't being met.