#magsscreamsintothevoid

[onomatopoetic101999]

Can we talk about how the iconic Mr. Lillard went out of his way to have the same cadence Scott Cawthon does as Phone Guy when he's pretending to be the counselor? The pauses and "uhhhh"s were so perfect like I immediately understood what he was going for. Amazing.

#matthew lillard #fnaf #fnaf movie #phone guy #scott cawthon #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #william afton

[eliotlime]

@magnitude101999: I drew Princeton for Artfight! I'm sorry his hair is wrong, I thought he had a mullet for some reason 😭 This is how I imagined The Accident™ looked like. I wish him every happiness 😭

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This is a pretty interesting interpretation of what happened HAHA I keep forgetting that people don't actually know what happens to him even though it's such a staple of his story to me, I haven't been on artfight in a while so thanks for sending this to me!

#Submission #magsdraws #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #artfight #artfight 2023 #gifts #honestly i havent had the energy to go back on there except to look at notifications #it sure has been.. something these few days

[onomatopoetic101999]

I did it myself bc i can't bear to wait 24 hours. Let the children hug 😭😭😭😭 @buggachat

#magsspeaks #magsdraws #magsscreamsintothevoid #my art #buggachat #bakery enemies au #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #ml

[onomatopoetic101999]

Dream: Prologue

Gale Dekarios x reader

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Gale's daily morning stroll begins how it normally does: with peace and tranquility. It was a new habit of his - born out of a shocking amount of nostalgia for the great outdoors, which had grown in him steadily in the 2 months since saving the world. Tara, the brilliant tressym she was, had suggested it.

He is turning the final bend in his route, his tower in sight, when something distinctly abnormal happens. He hears the sound of a portal opening behind him.

Whirls around immediately, hands at the ready for casting, when he notes how high up the portal is. Whoever it was would need to be capable of flight to get down safely. Just when he turns to leave again, come what may, a woman falls out of the portal, hurtling towards the ground.

Gale is so startled, he barely has the mind to reach out and catch her with Telekinesis. She's unconscious, he finds, and remains so even when Gale drifts her into his arms and carries her to his tower, up the stairs, and onto his bed.

He shakes her, but she still does not wake up.

She's beautiful, Gale notes, now that he has the chance. So beautiful - her hair strewn across the pillow, a serene, gentle smile upon her face.

Gale barely resists the urge to reach out a hand and brush a stray lock of hair away from her expression.

Instead, he lets his hand hover, shutting his eyes and willing his magic over her. Surely it must be magic that keeps the Sleeping Beauty sleeping. All Gale has to do is lift it.

He tries every trick in his book, but it's no use. She remains in slumber, even when every spell he can think of is exhausted. He leans back in his chair in a huff. Why wouldn't she wake?

Tara, as always, sensing his distress, leaps up to curl in his lap. She purrs as he brushes an absentminded hand through her fur.

"Just ask her, Dove," she murmurs quietly.

Gale scoffs.

"How am I supposed to ask her anything when she's-" he stops.

"Tara, you genius!"

Gale stands abruptly, barely hearing Tara's indignant yowl, before striding out to his bedroom and into his library.

"I can speak to her! Now where is that scroll...?"

He goes to his most complicated section, thumbing through his fifth level spells.

"Ah ha!"

There it was: Dream. Breezing through the description, Gale mutters the words to himself to ensure it's the correct incantation. It's exactly as he remembered it, and he can't help but beam as he hurries back to the enchanting woman's bedside.

He sits for hours, committing the spell to memory, occasionally glancing at the woman in case she wakes up on her own.

By the time the spell is memorized, Tara has long since gone to bed. Gale's eyelids droop, but he reads through the scroll one more time before retiring to the couch in his parlor.

He sleeps easily, a smile on his face. Tomorrow... tomorrow he'll speak to the beautiful woman in her dreams.

#magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #magswrites #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x reader #gale bg3 #bg3 gale #gale bg3 x reader #gale of waterdeep #gale of waterdeep x reader #dream

[onomatopoetic101999]

Chapter One: Imbroglio

Chapter Two: Incorrigible

Ignis Fatuus Masterlist

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Imbroglio: an intricate and perplexing state of affairs; a complicated or difficult situation

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"Wonderful, you're awake! We found our next lead." Sarah pulls you to the side the second you come down to the main room of the Lodge, and you smile. Her determined enthusiasm, as always, is infectious.

"It's on Paradiso. We don't want to raise suspicion for any of the higher ups there," you nod, Paradiso's leadership was notorious for commodifying everything they possibly could, "so you and Sam are going to go under cover as newlyweds!"

You blink. Newlyweds? As in married??

As Sarah explains the details of the mission, specifically where they believed the Artifact to be, you glance over to your proposed companion, who is currently in an animated debate with Mateo. Going under cover with Sam Coe seemed like an idea that would inevitably end in disaster.

It wasn't that you two didn't get along! You adored Sam, and little Cora was one of your favorite people in the galaxy. It's just that... you also weren't blind; everything about Sam Coe screamed "Heart Throb," from his saunter, to his physique, to the deep rasp of his voice. He's the complete package! Who is going to believe he was married to you? You aren't ugly by any means, but you're also nowhere close to Sam Coe's level of attractive.

You take in his features and sigh to yourself. Oh yeah, they're definitely going to believe that this gorgeous, mature, athletic, bombshell of a man was married to you. Mhm. Not suspicious at all.

As if he feels your eyes on him, Sam looks over at you to raise a questioning eyebrow.

You don't respond to the unspoken query, and instead decide looking back at Sarah is easier than unpacking why meeting his baby blues head on is suddenly unnerving.

"Why can't I go as a single vacationer? And why can't you do it? Or Andreja? Where's Cora going to go? Maybe Barrett could come!"

The idea of doing this with Barrett seems like a walk in the park by comparison. You teasingly flirted with each other constantly. You usually would pick Sam's company over anybody's, but for some reason this mission just didn't sit right with you. Sarah nips every idea in the bud.

"The readings that match our previous Artifacts' are coming from the couples' section of the retreat, Barrett and I are off on another lead in the morning, and Andreja can't lie to save her life. There's just no way around it. It has to be you two. Sam has already dropped Cora off on the Eye to stay with Vladimir."

She leans in slightly and puts a consoling hand on your shoulder.

"Is everything okay? I thought you'd be excited; it's basically a week long vacation. Besides, you and Sam have always been so close! He won't let anything happen to you, you know."

You nod as if that comforts you, not being able to explain that your belief in Sam's capabilities wasn't the problem. You probably trusted Sam more than anyone else in Constellation; he was your best friend. He accompanied you on nearly every mission you went on. You knew very well he would put his life on the line without hesitation if it meant protecting yours.

You couldn't explain why the idea of pretending to love Sam bothered you so much. It really did seem unbelievable, but you could tell it was something more than that. You couldn't put a name to it, so you ignore the feelings of reservation.

"Okay, fine. What else do I need to know?"

After fully briefing you on the details, she waves Sam over to you.

He tips his hat to you both in greeting, and is entirely unfazed when she hands you each a wedding ring. As he slides his onto his finger and winks at you, you connect that he knew about this assignment ahead of time. Why are you the last to know?

The blush you feel creeping up your neck leaves you shocked, and you slide your own ring on quickly. Sam has winked at you before! Why are you suddenly so affected by it? He nudges you with his hip, and smiles when you look up at him in response.

"Ready to go, Darlin'?"

You nod. As ready as you'd ever be, you supposed.

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The woman at the front desk smiles as Sam holds the door open for you, his other hand gently pressed against your back to guide you through. His palm is warm through the fabric of your shirt, and he puts just enough pressure to direct you.

Your stomach swoops against your will, and you just manage to keep your facial expression consistent. What was wrong with you? It was just Sam! It isn't as if him touching you was new. You've hugged more times than you could count.

You reach the front desk and the woman glances between the two of you.

"Welcome to Paradiso! Do you have a reservation?"

Sam nods, pulling you into his side. Your hands come up to rest on him instinctively, one on his chest and the other around to his back, while his palm slides around to press into your waist. You smile at the woman and nod as well.

As Sam's husky drawl comes out, you feel his broad chest shift under your palm. "It's under 'Coe', ma'am, for the Couples' Package?" At the use of his real last name, you turn to look at him sharply. He meets your shocked eyes and his smile widens. He leans down to whisper against your ear.

"They'd all recognize me anyway. Relax, Darlin'," his thumb sweeps along your waist, "I've got it all handled." Your fingers tighten to grip his shirt at the feel of his breath against your cheek, but you force yourself to take a deep, calming breath. It's Sam. He's got this. Sam nods in approval and whispers a quiet, "Atta girl," before straightening up again.

Your stomach swoops a second time, but you focus on what the woman is saying as she looks up your reservation.

"So! The Couple's package includes complete access to all of the amenities in the Lovebird Section of our resort! That includes our full size swimming pool, which is found outside, our sauna and nightclub, both of which could be found on our Lovebird exclusive basement level, and our many romantic restaurants." She begins to walk away, and Sam keeps you close to his side, this time guiding you with the arm wrapped around your back as he follows. When you reach the elevator, the woman gestures through it's door with a flourish.

"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Coe! Your suite is on floor three, and don't you worry," the woman winks, "it's sound proof!"

Mrs. Coe? Sound proof?? Your surprised steam isn't coming out of your ears with how hot you feel your face burning.

The second the elevator door closes, Sam lets out the bark of laughter you just know he had been holding in. When you smack his chest in protest, he covers your hand with one of his own to keep it pressed there while he wipes a tear away with the other. You try to tug your hand away, but he doesn't let you, instead pulling you gently closer to him with a hand on your waist.

"I'm sorry for laughing, Darlin', I won't do it anymore." He doesn't look sorry in the slightest, and he when adds a teasing "even in our sound proof room," you feel your face start to heat up again. Your reaction starts up a whole new round of chuckles, and while you try to keep a smile off your face, his joy is infectious.

You're still in high spirits when you get to the room, but when Sam puts your bags down, the sleeping arrangements come into view. There was only one bed. One very romantic, king sized, heart shaped bed. Paradiso hadn't been exaggerating when they called this area of the resort the "Lovebird Section". You realize you should have seen this coming, but you hadn't thought about it. What were you going to do?

Sam's breath hitches at the sight of the red covers and the rose petals strewn across the floor, but the pause is so short that you think you might have imagined it. He saunters in and sits on the edge of the offending furniture, taking his hat off and resting it on the covers next to him.

You follow, in a bit of a daze, and sit on his other side. Your mind is running a mile a minute. You were going to have to share, weren't you? Sam would offer to take the floor, you were sure; that's just the kind of man he was. But would you be able to sleep comfortably knowing he was suffering on the floor? No, you decide, you wouldn't. You'd have to share.

Just when you open your mouth to speak, Sam stands, offering you a hand to help you up.

"C'mon, Darlin'! I believe that kind lady mentioned 'many romantic restaurants'." He mimics the woman's voice as he quotes her, and you can't help but laugh at the horrible rise in pitch.

His smile widens victoriously, and he pulls you out the door with him the second you grab his hand.

You'd figure out the sleeping details later. Everything was going to be fine. It was just Sam.

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Chapter Two: Incorrigible

#magswrites #magsscreamsintothevoid #sam coe #sam coe starfield #starfield #sam coe x reader #starfield x reader #sam coe starfield x reader #fake dating #fake dating au #one bed trope #slow burn #ignis fatuus

[onomatopoetic101999]

It's the core six (but modern obvi)! I'm pretty proud of them.

And here's my Tav! (She and Gale are SUPER in love. Just trust.)

#picrew #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanart #bg3 gale #bg3 karlach #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 wyll #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 picrew

[onomatopoetic101999]

Dream

Gale Dekarios x reader

Prologue

Chapter One

#magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #magswrites #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale x reader #gale bg3 x reader #gale dekarios x reader #gale of waterdeep x reader #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate gale

[onomatopoetic101999]

Chapter Three: Iconoclast

Chapter Four: Ignoramous

Ignis Fatuus Masterlist

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Iconoclast: a person who challenges accepted beliefs

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The rest of dinner is so wonderful, you forget the enormous elephant you had left in your hotel room. Sam is mercifully light on the teasing, and while his looks being the explanation for how flustered you've been feeling didn't feel like an exact answer, it's enough to put your mind at ease.

You head back to the room hand in hand, and your eyes are closed in laughter as he opens the door for you. Your gaze lands on the bed when they open again, and your laugh stops in your throat.

Sam notices the change immediately.

"What's wrong, Darlin'? Are you-"

He sees the bed too, then, and catches on.

"Ah." He comes around to stand in front of you, blocking it from your view.

His expression is kind and open, and his smile is gentle. He rubs his hands up and down your arms to soothe you.

"Relax, Darlin'. I'm already planning on taking the floor, okay?"

You take a deep breath. You were an adult. You could do this. You could share a bed with Sam. It was Sam! It was just Sam.

"No," he raises an eyebrow. "No. We'll share. Nobody is sleeping on the floor all week."

He blinks, clearly shocked by your suggestion.

"It's no trouble, Darlin'. The last thing I want is for you to be uncom-"

"Sam! It's fine. Really."

You move around him and grab your tank top and sleep shorts, heading to the bathroom to change before he can argue anymore.

When you get out, he's turned off every light except the lamp on the bedside table. He's also taken off his shirt and jacket, leaving him only in soft looking pants.

At the sight of his bare chest, you swallow. Sam smiles apologetically.

"I didn't pack a shirt to sleep in. Are you sure you're still okay with this?"

You squeak out a "It's fine!" as you briskly walk over to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers and turning so your back faces him.

You feel the bed dip as Sam gets comfortable on his side, and you're thankful the bed is big enough to keep you from touching.

"Good night, Darlin'."

Sam's voice is no higher than a whisper, as if he's worried he'll scare you if he's any louder.

You offer him a quiet "Good night!" back and screw your eyes shut.

You could do this. It's just Sam. Sam, your closest friend. Sam, who was so attractive, looking at him was difficult. Sam, who apparently slept without a shirt on.

You shift slightly and tug the covers up over your arms, forcing yourself to relax. It's just Sam.

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You wake up the next morning in complete bliss. Everything feels more comfortable than it did last night. You'd shifted at some point to lay on your stomach, one leg bent to rest across the mattress. The pillows are somehow softer than you remember, and you must have missed that the blankets were heated in your hurry to sleep, because you're completely bundled in warmth this morning.

You smile and shift slightly, nuzzling deeper into the pillow under your head. It isn't until you feel the supposed blanket on your back tighten that you realize your mistake.

Your eyes pop open and you try shoot up onto your forearms. Sam, still asleep, doesn't let you go so easily. His arm is an unyielding band across your back, and he sighs sleepily as he brings your head back down to rest on his chest with his other hand.

His fingers bury in your hair, and you close your eyes, trying to deny how nice it feels to be wrapped up in him like this. After a few more fruitless attempts to get free, you give up, allowing yourself to go back to sleep. You'd deal with it when he wakes up, you decide. You really were very comfortable...

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You don't know how long you fall back asleep for. It doesn't matter, really, because at first it seems as if you're in the same predicament as before. Sam's hand has migrated from your head to around your back, and the one previously on your back has drifted down to rest on your thigh, but the effect is the same; you wouldn't be getting out of bed until Sam let you.

Suddenly, Sam's breathing pattern shifts, and his hands tighten where they rest on your body. You force yourself to remain the same. For a reason you can't explain, you want to find out how Sam will react to waking up like this.

You feel his breathing hitch under your cheek as you assume he realizes what's going on, but he doesn't respond with the same panic you did. Instead of trying to get away, Sam nuzzles his face into your hair and inhales deeply through his nose. The hand on your back presses you closer to him, and the one your thigh raises to rest where yours sits on his chest.

He sighs out a whisper as he laces your fingers together, so quiet you almost don't hear it.

"Oh, Baby Girl. What am I gonna do about you?"

You feel heat begin to thread through your entire body. 'Baby Girl'? You weren't awake yet, why was he trying to fluster you? You feel him press a kiss onto the top of your head. 'Baby Girl'??

You pretend to wake up, then, sure if you laid there any longer you might spontaneously combust. When you rise onto your forearms this time, Sam lets you, running his hand up and down your back slowly.

His blue eyes are lidded with sleep as they meet yours, and they crinkle at the corners when he smiles at you.

"Good mornin', Darlin'." His voice is deeper and raspier than normal, and you feel heat creep up onto your cheeks.

"Good morning."

There's a pause where you both just look at each other for a moment before you speak again.

"Are you, uh," you clear your throat and Sam raises an eyebrow, amused. "Are you gonna let me go?"

Sam's smile widens, and as he moves his hands off of you, he sighs a resigned, "if I must."

You get off of him as soon as you're able, and high tail it to the bathroom to change, your mind reeling. What in the galaxy was that? 'Baby Girl'?

Was he so committed to messing with you that he said it on the off chance you were awake? You look at yourself in the mirror and scrub a hand down your face. If he was putting this much effort into flustering you, handling this whole week was going to be even more difficult than you thought.

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Chapter Four: Ignoramus

#magswrites #ignis faatus #sam coe #sam coe x reader #sam coe starfield #sam coe starfield x reader #starfield #starfield x reader #magsscreamsintothevoid #fluff #reader insert

[onomatopoetic101999]

Chapter Two: Incorrigible

Chapter Three: Iconoclast

Ignis Fatuus Masterlist

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Incorrigible: beyond correction, reform, or alteration

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After debating back and forth on which restaurant to visit, you eventually decide on "The Landscape," which touted "The best view in the galaxy!". You both chuckle at the name, but when the hostess brings you to a table against the window, you can't deny that the sky's watercolor of oranges and reds takes your breath away.

Sam pulls your seat out for you. He also presses a kiss to your cheek as he pushes you in, and you let out a breathy laugh. He grabs your hand across the table the second he sits down, and rests his chin on the other, blue eyes roaming your face.

The feel of his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand steals your breath, and you find it hard to meet his gaze. It was so strange; when he was teasing you and laughing with you the way he always did, touching Sam, much less looking at him, wasn't even close to a problem. Why was being around him suddenly difficult when he was being affectionate?

After the waiter comes by and takes your drink orders, he tugs on your hand playfully. You glance up to meet his eyes. He's just really pretty, you suppose. That's probably why. You've never been flirted with, much less 'married' to, someone this attractive before.

He smiles at you, and you let yourself blush. You're only human! It isn't your fault he's hot. He does need to stop staring before you burst into flame, though. You squeeze his hand before reaching across the table to turn his face gently towards the window.

"Stop looking at me like that, Sammy! It's making me self-conscious."

You're not sure where the nickname comes from, and you feel him tense ever so slightly when he hears it, but he recovers quickly. He covers your hand with his and turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm.

"I can't help it, Baby. You're just too beautiful."

'Baby'? 'Beautiful'?? You thought you had figured out what was going on in your head, but feeling the full force of Sam Coe's flirting makes a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupt in your stomach. He thinks you're beautiful? Why does that matter to you? You try to keep how much the name and compliment affect you from showing, but you have a feeling Sam can tell when his eyes narrow ever so slightly, lips tilting up in a smirk.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you tilt your head, trying to figure out what his game is. He shifts his hold on your hand, moving it so he can press a gentle kiss to the back of it as well. When he starts to press steady kisses up your arm, your eyes widen, and you pull your hand back as if you'd been burned.

Sam huffs out a laugh, and it clicks. Ah. He's making fun of you again. You're a little disheartened; had he actually meant what he said then?

When your face falls, Sam's does too. He reaches out, but before he can take your hand again, he's interrupted.

"Oh aren't you two the sweetest! How did y'all meet?"

You whip your hand into your lap and out of Sam's reach just before he can grab it, and you feel your face burn as you turn to the kind looking elderly woman who asked the question. How much did she see? Why did her interrupting Sam's silly game bother you?

Sam remains unfazed, but it takes a second for his eyes to move from your face to address the woman.

"We met at work. I was taken with her the second she walked through the door."

While the woman 'aww's, you glance at Sam, surprised how smoothly he had just come up with an alibi. He must have figured out everything he was going to say beforehand, you decide. You hadn't realized how good of a liar he was.

The woman turns to you, patting a kind hand on your shoulder.

"He's a keeper, Sweet Pea. You can tell he's head over heels for you from a mile away."

You let out a small nervous laugh, though you have a feeling the woman thinks it's because you're flustered, not because the idea of Sam being in love with you is amusing.

Your suspicions are confirmed when she shifts her hand to cup your cheek instead. "Aren't you just the cutest?" she looks at Sam now and remarks, "She really is adorable, isn't she? You just want to eat her right up!"

You've managed to stay relatively unbothered by the whole conversation, but when Sam rests his chin back on his palm and responds with a husky, "oh, I plan to," any chance of staying ambivalent goes right out the window.

A blush fills your face immediately, and the woman erupts into giggles when she feels the heat against her palm.

She takes a step back and grabs the hand of the older man smiling indulgently behind her.

"Oh, I just adore young love. Never lose that spark, you too!"

She leads the man away, and the second they're out of ear shot, you lean forward to flusteredly whisper, "'Oh, I plan to?'" at Sam.

He just shrugs.

"What? We're married, aren't we?"

You shake your head at him and pick up the menu, trying and failing to keep a smile off your lips. Even if it is just meaningless teasing, you can't deny how nice it feels to be so obviously admired, much less by someone as amazing as Sam.

"Do you know what you plan on ordering, Honey?"

Sam recognizes the change in subject as the white flag of surrender that it is, but he doesn't let you off the hook that easily.

"Only if you're on the menu, Darlin'."

He doesn't move fast enough to dodge when you lightly smack the menu on his head in response.

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Chapter Three: Iconoclast

#magswrites #sam coe #sam coe x reader #sam coe starfield #sam coe starfield x reader #starfield #starfield x reader #slow burn #sam coe fic #series #fluff #magsscreamsintothevoid

[onomatopoetic101999]

Can I just say how THRILLED I am that they did not make Luisa Madrigal the typical tomboy strong girl? Like. Being that tall and buff is already considered masculine, and they could have leaned into the stereotype of Strong/Tall Cannot Equal Feminine but they DIDN'T, and I cannot begin to say how much that MEANS TO ME.

I am the tallest woman in my family at 6 foot, and I often am taller than the men I meet too. I am chronically ill and not even slightly buff, but still!! So often I felt pressured to dress masculinely. I have felt unfeminine many times in my life, but let me tell you. Seeing that 22 year old (the age I am) over 6 foot (the height I am) woman wear a DRESS and want to ride UNICORNS and imagine PINK FLUFFY CLOUDS made me wANT TO CRY!!!! Tall girls can be girly too 😭

#luisa madrigal #tall women #tall girls #femininity #masculinity #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #encanto

[onomatopoetic101999]

Dream: Chapter One

Gale Dekarios x reader

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Prologue

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It was surprisingly peaceful, the dream Gale found himself in. Art Callaugh had been the only other time Gale has dealt with anything similar to this, Art and been in extreme distress. This woman however....

Gale looks around him in search of her. He seemed to be in a forest, one not inspiring fear, but instead tranquility. A breeze blows past him, ruffling his hair, and the sun warms the grass under his bare feet. Despite all the serenity, Gale was struck with worry. Where was the woman?

As if hearing his confusion and feeling his distress, the breeze blows again, this time with enough force to gently push him forward. The greenery around him seems to come alive, guiding him towards a bright patch of Sun ahead of him. A clearing?

Gale follows nature's call, sure Halsin would rebuke him if he didn't. When he reaches the edge of the forest, his suspicions are confirmed: There's powerful nature magic at hand. There are animals here - rabbits and squirrels and deer, all resting peacefully, congregated around a form Gale cannot discern from the edge of the group.

He takes a step forward, and the animals part like the sea. At least, most do. A single fox does the opposite. It slinks into the path Gale is on and lets out a warning yelp, hackles raised.

Just as Gale lifts his hands in an attempt to broker peace, there is movement behind the creature. The woman had been laying down, Gale realizes, and she sits up to place a placating hand between the fox's eyes.

"Calm, Faux."

Gale knew she was beautiful, but to see her awake and full of life takes his breath away. She looks at him, and he feels as if he's found a fire after days in a blizzard.

Her eyes twinkle as she addresses him with a quiet "hello".

Her voice matches the scenery around them; soft and calm and warm. Gale can't help but smile with her gaze and attention on him fully.

He gives a deep bow, hand placed over his heart. He's drawn to her, and takes a single step closer to say hello himself. His usual blustering greeting doesn't fit here, he realizes. He softens his voice to match hers instead.

"Good morning, Lady,"

At his voice, her smile widens. She stands and brushes off her dress, coming forward with her hand outstretched.

"It is a good morning, isn't it?"

She's tall, Gale notes, as she nudges the fox gently to make way for him. Almost his height.

He meets her halfway, taking her hand in his, and while he is sure she is expecting a handshake, he cannot resist the urge to turn it, placing a gentle kiss on its back.

He is rewarded with a small gasp, and he looks up to see her adorably flustered. He smiles and steps closer still, unable to deny the invisible string drawing them together. The woman doesn't seem to mind, stepping closer herself.

Her voice is hushed, tone curious.

"What is your name, sir?"

Gale straightens, voice similarly soft.

"Gale Dekarios, Lady. And yours?"

She gives it, and Gale knows he won't forget it for the rest of his days. She repeats his back to him in the same breath, and it is as sunlight injects itself directly into his veins.

"Have we met, Sir Gale?"

Even as she asks, she draws him closer, kneeling with him on the grass. He shakes his head.

"No, I would remember a face like yours."

She laughs, and Gale beams.

"Surely I must know you from somewhere! I have never felt like this in my life."

Gale nods, free hand drifting to place an errant hair behind her ear.

"I believe there is magic at play here, Lady." He whispers it as if it's a secret, and she giggles even as she flushes.

"There must be, Sir Gale. I feel as if I've known you all my life and we've only just met. I know nothing about you!"

Gale sits down fully.

"Let's rectify that, then. My name is Gale. I am from Waterdeep. I have a Tressym named Tara, and I am a wizard. Now you."

He doesn't know how long he sits with her, trading facts and stories, but he does know it is long enough to tire him.

He yawns, and she frowns.

"You have to go, don't you?"

"Yes."

Gale stands, and she follows.

"Will I ever see you again?"

He begins waking up then, he can feel it.

"Yes. Yes, I promise-"

He's still grasping for her when he wakes up, reaching so far he stumbles out of his chair and onto the floor.

Tara is near him immediately, purring incessantly against him.

"What happened, Dove? Did you find out where she came from?"

He sits up and allows her to rest in his lap, brushing a hand through her fur.

"You know Tara? I forgot to ask."

#gale dekarios x reader #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #magswrites #bg3 gale #gale bg3 x reader #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

[onomatopoetic101999]

Hey so like. Max The Quarry Brinly is not as helpless as everyone is making him out to be. He really seems to have been "poor little meow meow"-ed by the fandom.

Like yeah, Laura is awesome. The coolest. BUT. Max didn't leave everything to her bc he was a wimp, he left everything to her bc he wAS A WEREWOLF. Apart from the failed escape attempt (that could absolutely be explained from malnourishment and confinment for multiple weeks) he is not shown once to be any less level headed than Laura is. Multiple times, his intentional attempts at humor and his help in brainstorming balances Laura out perfectly. He is the first to figure out the actual problem (werewolves) by himself!!

Idk. I'm just tired of folks dumbing male characters down (see: movie Ron Weasley) to make the women seem cooler (see: movie Hermione Granger). Women can be perfectly independent, confident, and awesome without needing a guy to be stupid around her.

T.L.D.R.

Why can't Laura and Max be a power couple? Why does everyone make him an idiot instead?

#max brinly #the quarry #the quarry max #the quarry laura #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #video games #gender roles #i guess #the quarry spoilers #laura kearney

[onomatopoetic101999]

My favorite Frostbite moments!!! (The twins getting In-Unga ready to be Forest Triplets, Dancing at the Winter Winds, "What Are You?") @maiden-of-asgard is SUCH an amazing author!!! Go check out this fic I am in love.

Also, I'm 6 ft IRL so it was fun to draw these scenes with a human who is almost Loki's height.

#frostbite fic #maiden-of-asgard #frostbite fanart #frostbite art #ficrec #fic rec #magsrecs #magsscreamsintothevoid #magsspeaks #loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #magsdraws

[onomatopoetic101999]

I think my biggest problem with Zukka is that it erases Suki entirely. She is already forgotten in So Many fan projects. Fan art doesn't display her, fanfiction doesn't include her, like. She is INTEGRAL to season 3, and VITAL to Team Avatar!! In order for Zukka to make sense, you have to get rid of her, because everyone knows that Sokka has been in love with her since her introduction. Its garbage. Just another way to erase a strong female character. 🙄

#anti zukka #soki #sukka #alta sukka #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid #avatar the last airbender #sokka #zuko #suki #team avatar #feminism

[onomatopoetic101999]

When you just published your first series on here and your phone starts blowing up on the daily but instead of getting notifications from people liking it and reblogging your story they're alL COMMENTING ON AND REBLOGGING THE STUPID POST YOU MADE ABOUT MATTHEW "I ALWAYS COME BACK" LILLARD

#hilarious #magsscreamsintothevoid #magsspeaks #help #im so mad #also its hilarious #but sTILL

[onomatopoetic101999]

Saw the Mario Movie. FINALLY a sibling relationship that I can relate to!! I hvae never related to movie or tv siblings that hate each other. I don't get it! My little brother and I NEVER do stuff like that!

Finally a sibling duo that would move mountains for each other. I'm obsessed.

#mario movie spoilers #magsspeaks #magsscreamsintothevoid