#La Gale

[x-heesy]

Wonderful I could cry 😭 🕺🏼

Full as the sea

Drunk to the brim

You've been waiting for this for a long time, huh?

Well there it is

So you can talk and brighten up your winter evenings

I'm in an endless spiral, I hate getting up in the morning

The same dirty face every hour, it becomes unhealthy

My insomnia takes up all the space, my fucking panic attacks

I don't even find the strength to complain, it's so tired of me

By dint of going around in circles I seek appeasement in a bottomless hole

Soft or hard medicine, there is zero solution

The carelessness was too short and then I have a headache

A blade in the throat, bridles of diaphanous memories

In the confinement of the shadows of infinitive lack

Emotional breakdowns strut about in large numbers

Walk alone against the wind, don't look back

Spit on the torment, end up getting up

Like stone, I line up on the side of the cliff

And around the counter, not there to put you at ease

What does the blackness and darkness of his smoldering eyes mean?

That thus is made the dead center torpor of its antithesis

We'll die before we're old, you know we lead here

We're useless and that's good, go on your way, make your life

With us, the tiep last three seconds before sinking into oblivion

We have selective memory, go your way, live your life

We'll die before we get old, you know we succeed

We're useless and that's good, go on your way, make your life

With us, the tiep last three seconds before sinking into oblivion

We have selective memory, go your way, live your life

You wonder why I always feel in the breach

It's that by dint of too many emotions the heart breaks and then dries up

Years that I struggle, I force myself to smile anyway

Far from any comfort, I don't make a big deal of it

My pale face, as a reflector

And floppy disks out of the freezer

I try to stay on course, more than one string to my bow

I avoid that my morale is undermined but by force the years mark you

By dint of beatings, poisoning at the source

The target merges into the sequence of the race

Trace my route, I'm made for that, sorry if it offends you

Loneliness doesn't bother me, I avoid false smiles

I drink at the bar, yeah it happens to me

If you see me drifting, don't talk to me

Don't be surprised if I'm aggressive

I have a knockout in my face, I'm running out of time, leave me alone

I got too much to do to give them what they want

I forbid you to use familiar terms with my bar man

I already told you that you weren't from the same family

We'll die before we're old, you know we lead here

We're useless and that's good, go on your way, make your life

With us, the tiep last three seconds before sinking into oblivion

We have selective memory, go your way, live your life

We'll die before we're old, you know we lead here

We're useless and that's good, go on your way, make your life

With us, the tiep last three seconds before sinking into oblivion

We have selective memory, go your way, live your life

I live in a night without a lighthouse, I hate falling asleep at night

The same dirty faces at all the harbours, it becomes ridiculous

My paranoia take up all the space, my fucking panic attacks

There are knotheads to remind me every time I move

I killed the hope of one day having a little air

Subscriber to the confusion of assholes that made their career

A handful of jerks to disappoint, they'll get over it

I don't have the feeling of having betrayed my trajectory or my sound

There is no precariousness chosen, except that of the spirit

That I try to calm too often according to my blood alcohol level

If there is only one road, I prefer brambles to ready-made paths

I beg the official underground, your hipsters, your mugs

Suffice to say that I piss you off, your mediocrity tires me

To you bearers of banners, to you bearers of strasses

I jerk off to take the path of victory

I won't go back to your stupid party, I prefer to stay at the counter

We'll die before we're old, you know we lead here

We're useless and that's good, go on your way, make your life

With us, the tiep last three seconds before sinking into oblivion

We have selective memory, go your way, live your life

We'll die before we're old, you know we lead here

We're useless and that's good, go on your way, make your life

With us, the tiep last three seconds before sinking into oblivion

We have selective memory, go your way, live your life

I forbid you to use familiar terms with my bar man

I already told you that you weren't from the same family

@darksilenceinsuburbiareloaded @dakota-283 @luna-zylum @wetwicksdry @rien-de-plus @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bko69er @derflaneur @boanerges20

Passe ton chemin, fais ta vie by La Gale 🇫🇷

(Go your way, make your life)

[gaudywizard]

There has been a realization.

[vespaer77]

I seriously hope they don't change the camp idles for Gale and Astarion. I love that they're both reading books. I have a head canon about them starting a book club.

I'm... worried about this, lol.....

[florbelles]

HEARTBREAKING—sicko mad with power leads companions with tyranny

[yaoiconnoisseur]

I saw this cosplay of Gale in a bathrobe and slippers and became instantly obsessed with it

[sofancydancy]

"C'est La Vie" / Gale & Astarion ramble 1k words, as I try and figure the characters out... ✦

✦ I wrote all night, Like the fire of my words could burn a hole up to heaven, I don't write all night burning holes up to heaven, no more... ✦

Gale sat near the heat of the blazing campfire, his brown eyes reflecting the stars above him. Everyone else had gone to bed not too long ago, and he would leave for his tent after a moment. 

Just…a few moments more. 

He just wanted to watch the stars a little longer. He wouldn’t have too many moments left to do so, he could feel it. Be it Mystra’s will, or his own mortality beckoning, he felt it like it were breathing down his neck.

Gale took in a steady breath, the night air crisp, like it could rain any second now.

Oh, how he wished it would rain.

He closed his eyes and pressed one palm against the Orb, feeling it pulse beneath his skin. He tried to quell the hurt there, taking in a steady breath. The Orb wasn’t really the problem anymore, but his soul. It ached in his chest, a thrum of anxiety wedged deep between his ribs.

Everything he was raised for—everything whispered to him, given, was all to come to an end. It was his fault, all of it.

He was already planning how to accomplish his task, even if he felt his fingers tremble upon his chest.

He would try and separate himself from the group—thinking on how to save them from himself. It wasn’t their fault, their sin. Gale would do everything and anything to see to their safety. 

Everyone had all been so terribly gracious to him as it was. Even after learning his folly, they would go out their way to see that he received the magical item that would both quell the weave’s hunger and sate their pockets. 

They shared their fire, food, laughter, and sometimes even their pain.

He was so terribly thankful.

He felt like such a burden. 

Gale huffed a small laugh and rubbed his eyes, blinking away the burn he felt behind them. He had no right to cry about it. He was given a chance of redempti—

“Not getting all weepy, now, are we?” A silky voice asked, and Gale felt the anxiety bloom in his chest again, taking a moment to blink away the pain.

“Gods, Astarion,” Gale hissed at him, the vampire’s hands raised in the air, fingers spread wide. Astarion looked at him, his head cocking to the side curiously. His red eyes looked concerned—wary, even.

“Is it giving you hell? That thing on your chest?”

Gale looked up at him, nodding when Astarion gestured at the log to the left of him: may I?

“Not like it was,” is all Gale could say, looking away. Which was true. Mystra had given that one blessing, at least until he could finish his quest. 

“You sound content, considering what has been asked of you. Or rather…demanded of you.” Astarion spoke, his words clear. Gale looked at him and Astarion’s red eyes pinned him there. He had a stiffness to his jaw he hadn’t before.

This was a glimpse to the man’s own hurt—one Gale had only been seen revealed to Tav a handful of times. Now, those too red eyes revealed something to him.

Gale took a short breath, looking up at the stars again. His brown eyes were glassy, reflecting the sky. “It’s no more than I deserve.”

Astarion tsked with a grimace, one corner of his upper lip lifting to reveal a very sharp canine. He started fiddling with a spot of something on the sleeve of his blouse, annoyed or nervous, Gale wasn’t sure. 

“You deserve better than that. A God demanding yet another sacrifice…” Astarion trailed off, his eyes dimming, his fingers pausing on the spot.

“But if I hadn’t done what I had, I would still be—”

“Used,” Astarion finished for him, firm. Gale felt hot rage then. He stood up quickly and just stared at the vampire, brown meeting red.

He was so mad, but…

Astarion tilt his head, his eyes the softest Gale had yet to see them.

Pity?

Sympathy?

Understanding?

Gale looked away, his jaw tight.

“You know, before you go off stomping all dramatically, I want you to hear something,” The vampire started again, picking at the spot again, nervously.

“I don’t pity you, Gale of Waterdeep. I pity you only in the way that you are giving up so easily. In my time upon this wretched earth, crawling in the dirt and all the shit of the world, I prayed to many a God. None of them answered. Your goddess answered too pointedly. She’s hiding something, I know it. I’ve lived it.” 

Astarion’s eyes trembled with deep hurt and endless rage. A muscle in his jaw jumped, like he was grinding his teeth.

“You don’t give up, you go kicking, or I’ll kick your ass before you even get the chance to blow yourself up.”

Gale huffed a laugh at that, his eyes stinging again. Out of everyone, he never thought that Astarion would be the one to tell him to think of any other way, and not so soon after Tav. 

“Thank you, Astarion,” Gale said, gently, watching him with a small sad smile. The vampire was already looking stiff—uncomfortable, like he’d revealed too much. “Truly. Honestly, I thought you didn’t like me, but I want you to know that I really appreciate the kindness you have shown me.”

“Kindness,” Astarion focused upon, mulling the word in his mouth, like it tasted awful.

“Yes,” Gale told him, a twinkle in his eye. “I won’t say more, as I know this is a territory that is making you literally squirm in your seat but…thank you.”

Astarion blinked up at him, unsure what to do with himself. His mask had fallen, revealing a very lost creature that hid behind his usual facade. Gale sighed and, very gently, pressed a feather-light touch on his stiff shoulder as he passed him.

“Sleep well, Astarion. I hope you found a nice enough dinner. I won’t forget this and hope to return it in kind.” 

What kind, Gale kept to himself.

Astarion could only blink at the open space before him, the spot where Gale had touched feeling too warm. When he finally could turn around, Gale was already in his tent. Astarion’s eyes flicked back and forth, the vampire swallowing thickly. 

“I don’t dislike you,” Astarion told the night, his eyes glassy. A few raindrops fell then, and he blinked up into the sky, a few more drops running down his cold cheek.

✦I waited for days for your voice to answer to me, I don't wait up for days for your voice to answer to me no more...✦

[malinaa]

do you have any recommendations of everlark fics from gales pov?

ahhhh 😭 i don’t have a lot ngl but i found these ones:

Intimate Bystander by burkygirl (2k, rated T)

Summary: Katniss said it was just for the cameras. Gale believed her until he discovered she screams for Peeta in the night. In the days before the Quarter Quell, Gale finds out there’s more to Katniss’s relationship with Peeta than she’s led him to believe. In-Panem, mostly Canon. Everlark Fic Exchange, Springtime Edition, Prompt 1 – Gale walks in on/eavesdrops/overhears Everlark being intimate.

decisions (the ones you didn’t make) by sakurayouko (2k, rated M)

Summary: It was a tale as old as time. Two names were called at the annual reaping. One was your best friend’s sister. Your best friend volunteered on the spot. The other was Peeta Mellark, the boy she’d eventually fall for, but you didn’t lift a finger when his name was called. And everything went to hell from there.

-> this one’s less everlark and more of a gale character study but there aren’t many gale pov fics anyway sorry

i don’t have much else but here’s a link to the pov gale hawthorne tag filtered with everlark (and other things). if there are more than these and they’re untagged PLEASE send it

[recitedemise]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗯 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. And it is excruciating. On his chest, one can trace its ugly mark, the brand less discoloration and more, unfortunately, a deep-grooved scar. It is unavoidable and impossible to ever miss. Similarly, the way it eats at him is obvious, too. Gale, especially at the start, when his condition, fresh and disorienting, was still abundantly new, the effects of the orb were frighteningly worse. At that time, he little knew how to quell it, that feeding off the Weave would balm the pain, and so for all those days and weeks of panic, he rotted and ached at a terrible pace. He had decayed. And he had bled. Gale's body oozed black, skin, especially at his casting arm, rupturing like cracks in terracotta. He tasted filth always, the bitterness of wasting flesh thick in his throat, nose perpetually leaking with the ink-dark of bleeding. He'd labored to breathe, a feeling like devouring maggots pulsing in his chest. In fact, at the lowest point by then, wallowing and stuck in his tower, Gale began to lose hair, his nails loose and cracking as he scrabbled at the floorboards, knees weak and pain bolting when he collapsed to the floor. He was a pitiful sight. And a worrying one. And even now, with the consumption of magical artefacts, one can still see the way he bows to the blight, heaving for breath when it takes his chest again, sweat at his temples and mouth gone dry. It's all-encompassing. The agony is chronic. It feels like being eaten, being hollowed to his barest self right from the inside. He's a vessel of magic, and the orb means to consume him down to his every last molecule, teeth bared, hackles raised, and appetite crushing. It's like--dying, stolen away to be but swallowed down whole, surrendering to the suck of a hungering vortex. He's unsightly. As well, too, as a burden, he thinks, to the very naked of his bones. But when someone hangs back, touches him despite his rot, he thinks, you shouldn't have to handle something like this. This mere shamble of a graveyard--he's so sorry to dirty their hands.

[eskawrites]

okay who’s gonna take one for the team and write a super soft ptsd/recovery ronance fic with the title ‘if you wanted you could do no harm’

[trashbag-baby666]

Context: there’s just something about Babushka by Kate Bush that feels so incredibly Gale coded.

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Brought to you by me and Ky being severely delulu 👍🏻

[cashewpilk]

Stopp making all my favorite sadbois so tragic, can't they just be mean and sad for normal reasons just once

[softspeirs]

do not get the urge to write a MoTA/BoB crossover, katie. do not get the urge to write a MoTA/BoB crossover, katie. do not get the urge to write a MoTA/BoB crossover, katie.

do not get the urge to write a MoTA/BoB crossover, katie.

[vincekris]

La Saraghina (Eddra Gale)

Otto e mezzo diretto da Federico Fellini, 1963

[waterdhaviancheesecake]

rejoice, love and cherish be upon you

[mxtchbyx]

is this a riot?

[thefinalbracket]

WE'RE ON GROUP FOUR! This is now THE FOURTH GROUP! That's right! GROUP FOUR!

THIS IS ALSO THE LAST GROUP BEFORE WE ENTER THE QUARTERFINALS!!!!!!!

THAT'S RIGHT! AFTER THIS, WE BRING BACK ALL OF OUR EIGHT AND HAVE THEM GO INTO THE FINAL PHASE OF THE BRACKET!

WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?! LET'S GET INTO IT!!!!

VASH THE STAMPEDE vs LASER KIWI

TONY HAWK vs VINSMOKE SANJI

REIGEN ARATAKA vs SAKURA HARUNO

JESSE PINKMAN vs LA GIOCONDA, THE MONA LISA

KARAMATSU MATSUNO vs JULIET CAPULET

SANS vs DICK GUMSHOE

DOROTHY GALE vs JENNY "XJ9" WAKEMAN

AUDREY II vs BIG MAN

WE HAVE A LOT OF STARS TONIGHT! LET'S CUT IT BY HALF! GO VOTE! NOW!!!!