#HOUNDSOUL: an indie & selective gallagher, served by mik (19, they/them, gmt +8). mutuals-only. blog is still a wip!
SPOILER HEAVY!!! BE WARY!!! I WILL SPOIL THE 2.1 & 2.2 STORY!!!
anyways! please read the portrayal notes under the cut to get some better context for my gallagher! :3
*as of 05/09, here is my updated portrayal of gallagher. a lot of these follow canon as we know it, with some personal embellishments.
gallagher is a HISTORICAL FICTIONOLOGIST whose goal is to fulfill the last wishes of his master and father, MIKHAIL, THE WATCHMAKER
he created DREAMFLUX REEF as a way of preserving the primordial dreamscape, and created the meme SOMETHING UNTO DEATH as a way of transporting people to it.
as a historical fictionologist, his existence is FABRICATED. he appears and disappears whenever he likes, donning whichever appearance and identity he wishes. his physical form is not corporeal, and he will very likely disappear as soon as you realize he's fictional.
i am also writing him as not only a pathstrider of the enigmata, but as an EMANATOR as well. this is because of the powers he has displayed in-game (creating dreamflux reef, creating memetic entities) as well as powers he's implied to have (changing his own appearance/the appearance of others)
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something about this place brought about awful memories. rèn's head refused to remain clear, no matter how much he tried to keep it so. it must be something in the air, the water. just .. some kind of explanation behind his mara acting up in the way that it is. “ DON'T TOUCH ME .. ” his tone sounds desperate, afraid. he doesn't want to unintentionally harm those who do not deserve to meet the edge of his blade. he brushes the other off with his hand, trying to keep some distance between them. “ just .. lead me there. ”
Gallagher doesn't flinch, even when this man pushes his arm aside. He understands what pain can do to someone, and this man seemed to be under a lot of it. He nods and folds his arms across his chest. Then he steps forward, leaving a polite gap between them. "Okay. Just let me know if you need me to slow down."
He starts to walk, flicking his head back every couple of steps just to make sure this man was still within reach. His pace isn't terribly fast, and Dreamjolt Hostelry isn't far from where they are, but he's trying to be careful—one of the few times he actually is.
"I'm Gallagher, by the way." he says as he walks, turning back to meet the man's gaze, "Your name is…?"
─ romantic gestures. bold what applies to your muse , italicize if there's potential / it depends.
holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws ·offering their jacket when it's cold· kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber ·kissing the back of their hand· slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed ·love letters· star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together ·drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties ·feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment ·making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss ·breakfast in bed· defending them in a fight (verbally / physically)· joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal.)
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through labored breaths, his chest rises and falls at an uneven rate. rèn closes his eyes as he tries to shut out the outside world, finding it all to be overstimulating. if he isn't careful, he will lose control. " working on it. " he replies, annoyed. the irritation is not directed towards his companion, but at his own situation. " need to just .. rest. " preferably somewhere quiet, where he won't be disturbed.
He'd seen this sort of agitation before, in the people who'd been affected by the collapsing dreamscape. They'd lose themselves to whatever negative emotion was seeping into the memoria, consumed by rage and animal instinct. This strange man seemed like he was much in the same predicament, except his was a pain that Gallagher couldn't grasp. Its depths seemed far beyond what the hound could pick up on. He is familiar with memoria, not quite what this man is stricken with. Still, a dog is a dog—he tries to help where he can.
"It's alright, sir. You're with me." he stretches out an arm, indicating a free shoulder for this man to lean on, "Let's get you somewhere quiet." His mind goes to Dreamjolt Hostelry, tucked away in that shadowy corner of the Reverie. Maybe he could even fix this man a drink. Something sweet to keep him sane…
" do you like that? do you like how i express myself? " said mockingly, in reference to his fuck ass tie // @houndsoul
IT TAKES EVERYTHING IN SUNDAY to not launch themself over the table and fix the damned improperly tied tie and the ill fitting shirt. but that's how the two are, locked in a cycle of one being meticulously put together down to the last detail and the other having the look of a gutter rat. they have no doubt about it all just being a way for the dog to get under their skin and even more infuriating is that it works every goddamned time.
Sunday's rage inspires laughter. If only Gallagher could bring his phone out and capture the fine expression they make—he'd probably keep their reddened face as his lockscreen forever, his personal relic to a false idol. Alas, he holds himself back. Much as he loved riling Sunday up, now was not the time for a confrontation. He'd save that for when Dormancy was around.
"You flatter me!" His tone is oversweet, "Y'know, not many people notice the tie, if any. But you seem to appreciate it very much."
This is certainly a bar, but its not World's End. In fact, even if he'd ended up taking a seat && joining in the Fool's revelry, he still would've felt out of place. Odd disjointed comedy he walks, the puppet hangs from frayed string, he's been lingering in the Land of the Dreams for too long. Overstaying his welcome, this is not his stage. Fun enough place to visit, but he has other matters to attend to.
Leather pads along the counter top, dancing of his fingers matching that of the smirk that plays at the corners of his lips. Even if the peculiar bartender had just spun the story up on the fly, there's typically a hint of truth in a lie. Experiences influencing even a small fib. What is to the man's advantage, && Sampo's in contrast, is that they do not know one another. Or the mercenary hopes that Gallagher doesn't have a clue that this patron is in fact that blue-haired bastard running a few scams.
Despite the jovial cadence, there's a discordant atmosphere that lingers around them. Sampo leans on his elbows, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. ❝ All that dramatic build up && you want me to guess ? ❞ He sighs. ❝ I dunno, just seems like a happy ending would've been unlikely, even though it's preferable to share such joy. ❞
"Ah, but that's exactly why I asked you." Gallagher responds, a twinkle about his eyes, "An ending's only as good as you let it be."
He leaves it at that for a bit—he'd always been fond of mysterious silences, of letting someone else's thoughts run on their own. Where his patrons would get drunk on alcohol, he'd get drunk on their uncertainty. Besides, this was a man whose thoughts he wanted to probe. It's not often he comes across patrons willing to indulge him for more than a moment—even more rare are patrons who Gallagher feels so drawn to. He'll take what he can get.
Gallagher grabs a few more drinks. Then, he brings out a glass. Some props, if you will, for the performance he wants to do. Then, he sets the stage.
"Consider the universe:" Gallagher pours an ounce of SoulGlad into the glass, then gently layers a bit of gin atop it. The two drinks meet but do not mix. Their horizon hangs in a delicate balance, amber against colorless. "The same event can be experienced differently by different people. In fact, this is how things usually go. Yet there is always one dominating narrative—why?"
Gallagher takes a spoon and stirs. The gin is consumed by the SoulGlad. He pushes the drink forward. "Because it's the majority that determines the ending. And that's not bad, it's just… boring. It's good to keep your options open, no? Otherwise you'd end up mixing the same drink over and over. So come on, keep guessing," Gallagher smiles, "Maybe you'll stumble upon the truth."
send "grasp" to grasp my muse's jaw and force them to look your muse in the eye (accepting!)
He's never seen the angel fall so far from grace.
Physical altercations were never in vogue for someone of their position. But suppose he'd hit a nerve—he knew how close the two Halovians were and yet he kept pushing, kept teasing. It was his own hubris that led them here. But Gallagher doesn't mind. He doesn't feel bothered. If anything, he revels in the way Sunday seizes his jaw, jerking him down so he can meet their gaze. He wants to laugh. Look at him, now at eye-level with who was essentially the son of God!
Gallagher huffs.
"Wow, you're a strong one, aren't you? Grabbing a hold of me like that…" he manages a smile despite being held by Sunday's grasp, "you'd make a good Hound."
sorry for the lack of activity recently!!! finals has been beating my ass and i've also been in the process of untangling how i really feel about the latest story... but i promise i'll respond to everyone soon~
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i can't shake the thought of gallagher being one of the last people to be adopted by the watchmaker like i don'r know why but to me he seems younger than micah. the thought of a hotblooded young gallagher who grew attached to this father figure only to have that taken away from him like Yeah i would also remain stalwartly by his side for years and years
A LIE ALWAYS BEGINS WITH A TRUTH and this was his—that for as much contempt he held for this world, his love for the Watchmaker would always be double that.
He was never a courteous man. Always with a quip to say, always with an insult to sling. Sarcasm became the language with which he spoke to the world. It makes sense. For a pathstrider of the Enigmata, no one's really supposed to know what they mean. Some veil themselves using flowery words. Gallagher does through wit. No wonder they called him hound—with a bite and bark as magnificent as his, it's hard to not see the wretched dog spirit he embodied. But with Mikhail, something inside him always seems to soften. His words don't land quite as harsh as they usually do. His remarks are never quite scathing. "Old man" grows to be a term of endearment; rolled eyes, a hug. As if mirroring his transformation of the dreamscape itself, Mikhail always manages to turn Gallagher's edge into something sweeter.
Perhaps that's why he grew attached to his mixologist act? Was there something about taking things and bringing out their better flavors that reminded him of good ol' pops?
He can't say for sure. It sounds plausible. Mikhail always did encourage him to try out new things.
Gallagher sighs. He looks out from the precipice he stands on, gazing into the memoria moon. Mikhail's body rests next to him, basking in the same silverlight. Gallagher brings out his flasks, twists off its cap, and has a sip. The taste is bittersweet, perhaps more of the former than the latter. Gallagher is silent.
"Guess I'll be going now." he says to Mikhail. Mikhail says nothing back.
Gallagher takes another sip; heaves another sigh.
"Y'know, it's strange. I was just getting used to all this. To being Gallagher. But now I have to leave."
Silence again, save for the lingering chatter that always rang in the air of Dreamflux Reef. They numbered not too many, yet the people that this primordial dream attracted were always the lively sort. Gallagher thinks about this and laughs. Then he takes another sip.
"You know how it is with us Enigmata folk. Lies can only exist so long as they have the reason to. I don't, anymore, so…"
He moves to drink from his flask but finds that it's near empty. He has to tilt his neck to feel the rest drip into his mouth. After he finishes it, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lets out an exhale. He closes his eyes and hums.
"It was great, though. It really was. In the end, it all worked out." he opens his eyes. He turns to look at Mikhail's resting body, cradling that dream bubble like a child, smiles, "You sneaky old bastard. Staking everything on a crew who you didn't even know would return here. Was it worth it? Are you happy out there?"
Silence once more. Gallagher sets his flask down.
"I'll just have to find that out for myself. Let me join you, old man. Let me meet you in hell."
He takes a breath that grows deeper, and deeper, and impossibly deeper— then eventually stops.
A lie always begins with the truth, but it also concludes with it as well, and this was his—that all dogs quietly return to their masters in the end.
hsr 2.2 spoilers (esp for g.allagher and s.unday!)
the journey g.alladay have gone thru is insane from being the most toxic yaoi to lowkey doomed (ok g.allagher "if it weren't for these cursed paths we could have had good talks" the history fictionologist) like???? idk i'm eating it up
i really would have like seeing g.allagher's reaction to s.unday's whole thing with the order during the charmony festival. especially as he admits that he doesn't really have a lot of faith as a follower of the enigmata + s.unday's whole spiel talks about faith explicitly.
i also do think that g.allagher still has a general dislike for the family, and that he only brought up cooperating with s.unday because he thought he could have taken him up on his offer.
idk!!!! this story quest gave us a lot of g.alladay crumbs... g.alladay snacks, even.... if you think i'm over him calling s.unday "birdie" then think again!
HEAVY 2.2 SPOILERS! DO NOT READ BELOW THIS CUT IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO GET SPOILED
so... guess who was right about g.allagher being a historical fictionologist? DING DING DING! mik wins! and i clocked a decent chunk of his lore, down to him being fictional.
"but mik how did you know he might have not been real" BEHOLD:
i may have only cited this in a different meta post, but i've been aware of this curio for a while now and thought that it could have alluded to the fact that g.allagher wasn't real. in addition to this, i also suspected that the name of his light cone, "what is real?" could have also alluded to this.
SO. HE'S NOT REAL. not even in the sense that his whole schtick is fabricated but, rather, his whole being is 'fictional.' what does that mean for him moving forward?
prior to this, in my head, i always believed that maybe g.allagher was confined to the dreamscape—or at least, this version of him was—and the version of him in reality was a completely different person. now that i know that he might not even be real, i will recalibrate my portrayal:
g.allagher can manifest in reality, he'll just be an illusion. a smokescreen. an illusory automaton. think of it as similar to how b.lack swan manifests. he'll seem no different from the average person—but will disappear once you know he's fake.
also (i'm planning on writing a whole nother meta post for this) but i'll probably tweak his interactions with s.unday specifically a bit more. he's not as spiteful as i make him out to be, but he is still teasing and a bit of an ass, which i will definitely keep.
i'm so bummed they seemed to just ignore him by the end of this story quest btw like i would have loved to see his reaction to s.unday's form. i just know he would be PISSED
SIDE NOTE: in the final end credits scene, did y'all catch how g.allagher was played by penacony like?!??!?!?!?!? i have a whole other essay i could write about that
but anyways, there! just a small portion of my thoughts. it's negligible, really. honestly won't even affect much of my operations here. i just wanted to yap.
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