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I have a stash of artefacts stack up just for him.

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prometheus: hot take,

the greek gods: no give that back

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When Astarion orders a negroni, he raises an eyebrow at Gale in lieu of a question.

“Oh, go on then,” sighs Gale and addresses the bartender. “Another one of those for me, please.”

Are Astarion’s fractionally improved manners a result of introspection or all part of the performance, he wonders?

thank you, ✨thank you✨ to @koalamatcha for commissioning this gorgeous art from @misfitlunatik for my fic, ceremony.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63657097/chapters/163171273

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Ok gooners HAVE SOME MORE OF HIM 🗣️🗣️🗣️

(feat. mage hand poor guy)

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Give me your best trade offer ideas I will start:

I receive: A hand, You receive: Lack of hand

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Gale has got a gun

And he is ready to use it

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Orin the Red

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i wish mistborn was more popular bc i think kelsier is primo tumblr bait. he's a smartass bastard con artist who hired a little freak teenage girl for a heist and immediately swerved into being her adoptive dad. his immediate first instinct upon meeting a god was a solid right hook and he has repeated this at least twice more. he refuses to stop fucking up everyone elses plans and will die if he goes more than 12 hours without making a Devious Plot of some sort. hes started at least three religions/cults that revere him.

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[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame

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GALE + bowing like a gentleman

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the lanceboard is set. let me recite their demise.

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— Gale Dekarios likes you too. Very, very much.

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I want to play with Halsin’s hair.

Imagine him sitting on the ground in front of you, and you’re on a couch/log of sorts right behind him. One of your legs is draped to the side of his shoulder, the other tucked underneath yourself half cross-legged as your fingers play with Halsin’s hair.

He sits quietly with his eyes closed, enjoying the sounds of nature and your gentle touch. You like to play with his hair- somehow so.. luscious, even when he’s been living as a bear. Makes you jealous, really.

“braids or bun?” you ask softly, waiting a moment as you realize he wasn’t paying attention. “…Hal.” You poke, tapping his shoulder, seemingly taking him out of a trance.

“Hm?”

“I’m asking what you want me to do with your hair, Halsin” you say, raking your fingers through his scalp again as you mindlessly part strands, debating on braiding or not.

“I have no preference other than for this to never end.” He’d coo, with a slight chuckle as he can feel you tense slightly. He’s not a fool, and he’s not the only one in camp aware of your crush. But, he is respectful first and foremost, as to not push your limits. Though, he hasn’t inquired.

“Hal, please” you’d say, thanking the gods that his back is turned to you so he cannot see your fight to contain a smile.

“Whatever you feel best, my heart.” Oh, he may not be facing you, but he knows the warmth rushed to your cheeks with that line. He’d reach his hand back somewhat, enough to rest on your thigh as he sits patiently.

..until you playfully smack his hand away, “Don’t distract me or you’ll end up in pigtails at best.”

If only you two would just confess and get on with it, you could have many more hair-braiding sessions to fix up the post.. shared-bed-roll-nights.

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How can you not fall in love with this wizard when he looks at you like this?!? 😍😭

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Gale x Tiefling!Tav, but Gale isn’t all that familiar with Tieflings. Of course, he thinks Tav is absolutely stunning – even if he never really considered sharp teeth to be something he’s into before -  he is a little nervous, though. He knows near to nothing of the infernal - except for summoning one from the hells, maybe. And he really, really doesn’t want to leave a bad impression by accidentally knocking his head on their horns when he tries to kiss them.

 So he does what he usually does when something isn’t as clear to him as he’d like; he buys a book. But bookshops or libraries simply aren’t a commodity on their travels, at least not until they reach Baldur’s Gate, so he makes do with what he can find. He gets hins hands on one eventually, of the cheap romance, cliché title, badly written kind - aside from that its pure smut, but it’s pretty useful for interpreting Tav’s emotions based on the movement of their tail.

Eventually, Tav and him become closer, close enough for Gale to share the multitude of books he carries around with them. So one day, while Gale is distracted, Tav goes through his collection and finds that book. At first, they plan to tease him about it, endlessly, possibly for the rest of their lives, if Tav gets their way. They flip through the pages, intent on remembering at least one line from the book to innocently quote back to him over dinner later, as they stumble across several annotated pages, comparing details from the book to Tav – how darkvisison makes them more sensitive to light, how Tav might prefer a dimly lit environment. They read through every note but halt upon finding a whole list of possible compliments, all crossed out, a simple ‘I’m in love with you.’ Written at the bottom.

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Don't distract Gale pls, he's yearning