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"My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice." /// Indie Newt Scamander Roleplay blog, Based heavily on fantastic Beasts & Where to find them, but also plays out in the different verses. (and with OCs!) Mun is 20 years old! Asks are welcome!

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[huffleprincenewt]

Quick Update!

|| Hey guys! Sorry, things have been hectic. Classes have started, and I have some things later this month I'm attending to! I'm doing a show next week, and will be unavailable to write then. However.... I am free for the weekend! So that means this becomes a starter call! Like/reblog for a starter! If we've interacted before, I'll whip us up a small starter. If not, I'll send you a message and we can plot! This is not mutuals only!

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I am so bad at galaxies

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

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danthesnuggleman:

Dan had indeed seen Pickett, but with how quickly Newt covered him when he noticed, he figured it best not to press it. No matter how much he wanted to know. He really wanted to see the Demiguise again, thank him. And learn about this world Newt was so fond of talking about, but he refrained, looking down at the table almost out of respect to the other, avoiding looking at Pickett while the other tucked him away.

“I’m… I’m a detective,” he admitted after a moment. “Mostly homicides. I- I find the murderers and take ‘em away, and clean up after them too.” He shrugged. “It was Pop’s idea, and it stuck with me. Turns out I’m good at it, so I stuck with it.” Not that he didn’t like his job… Sometimes, he just yearned for something different.

Newt’s eyebrows twitched at the word.

Homicide carried a hefty weight to it. Especially in a muggle world.

“I suppose it pays the bills,” he offered, shifting some. “Not that it doesn’t sound pleasant,” Newt added, quickly.

Death was a familiar subject to anyone who worked with the living. Though Newt was lucky enough to avoid grieving too often; under his care, most of his creatures lived long, and fulfilling lives. Some would definitely outlive him.

But Newt understood. Dan had a strength to him that wasn’t common. And Newt appreciated it, for what it was worth.

[jazzcharms]

{Isabelle} War Days

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jazzcharms:

“Hm?” She finished her bandaging job, then covered him with a blanket so he wouldn’t get cold. “Oh. That’s for pain. It’s not tasty, but it should definitely help keep any discomfort at bay.”

She smiled down at him, then proceeded to tuck him in as she would a child. With a little giggle, she sat beside him again.

“Now, im going to sit here until you promise me you won’t run off again. And at any rate,” her face fell and she looked away. “We have funeral arrangements to make.”

“I can’t make that promise,” Newt swallowed thickly, and gagged, as he tipped the vile back. He shook his head, raking his tongue over the roof of his mouth a few times to rid it of the taste.

He handed the vile back to Isabelle, and stared up at the ceiling. The blanket and bandaging was helping, for sure. But he fought off sleep; Newt had things he needed to be doing.

Injured in the midst of a war was not something he was happy to be.

“I really appreciate the help, but I fear her brothers already know. The bond between dragons is a strong one. They must have felt it.” 

The young magizoologist sighed soft, features tensing only slightly. “I don’t know how they’ll react to another wizard touching her body. I can’t stop their attack. They’re vulnerable, and quite possibly injured as a result from the battle. They’re too unpredictable to request your help. I’m... I’m sorry.”

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@jazzcharms continued from here.

“I- I really shouldn’t-...” Newt trailed off, and sighed. Isabelle was a very strong minded person, he’d noticed. It wasn’t bad. Just a quirk.

“Alright. Alright, go on then,” he gave in, glancing toward Isabelle as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He could always undo the creature they made if it came to be a disruption. 

Newt was bad at saying no. He cared about the other, and wasn’t keen on hurting her feelings.

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danthesnuggleman:

Dan smiled at that. “Sometimes, it takes a lot of effort to get people to appreciate something for its beauty when it’s also frightening,” he admitted. “I hope you can prove they’re not so bad, Newt. If anyone could do it, it’s probably you. I’ve only known you a week, but there’s… just somethin’ about you.”

He stretched and moved to sit down in a chair, sighing heavily. “People fear what they don’t understand. That’s common among any culture across the world. It takes that one brave soul to prove them wrong. I gotta respect you for taking that on.”

Newt couldn’t help but perk up just a little, smiling just a bit wider. Dan was so correct. Moreso than he knew. 

“That’s my goal, at least,” he shifted, to lean a little against the counter. There was a few seconds of silence in the air, and Newt didn’t notice Pickett peak from his breast pocket, lifting himself over the edge to take in the surroundings.

“I very much appreciate the lodging accommodation,” he repeated. “I’m not sure how long my stay will be here- be it a few more days or longer. But I am grateful for the experience thus far.”

Newt shifted, before he noticed Pickett- and barely hissed, moving his hand to cover his pocket, and try to get the bowtruckle to understand now was not a time of exploration.

“W-What is it that you do, again?” He asked, obviously flustered, and trying to avoid mentioning Pickett, though he knew Dan had already seen.

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danthesnuggleman:

Dan watched him for a moment, then tilted his head, smiling and chuckling. He waved a hand. “You know what, don’t worry about it,” he told Newt. “I don’t want you getting in trouble, and I can live with a little curiosity. It’s all good. I won’t tell anyone what I’ve seen- Hell, they’d never believe me, anyway.” He chuckled again and finished off his water, humming to himself as he cleaned the cup.

“You’re still welcome here, and I’m not gonna out you to anyone on anything, so don’t worry about that.” He paused and looked back at the other. “And you’re welcome to tell me what you want or keep what you want to yourself, so long as it doesn’t cause any harm to either of us, or threaten my home, ok?”

“There is... Quite a world under the one you know so well,” Newt raised his eyebrows, barely, looking toward the floor. “I am as much a part of it as you are... This one. And each contain their own mysteries.”

Newt wasn’t normally one to speak so much. But Dan brought the words out of him. Made it easier to talk. He supposed it was better than just talking to himself all the time.

“But as there are your branches of protection, there are... Similarities for mine.” 

Newt wanted Dan to draw the conclusion. That way he wouldn’t be technically breaking any rules. And he could obliterate Dan at any time, though the more he spoke and understood... The less Newt wanted to.

Not that he was partial to it in the first place.

“My manuscript is to, more or less, erm... Prove to a different subculture that, the things they fear... Are wrongfully so.”

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danthesnuggleman:

Dan hummed. “General manuscript,” he nodded. “Alright. Takes you to some pretty interesting places, I’m sure. Makes me wonder what brought you here. It’s so… boring here. I can’t imagine you’d find anything odd or interesting in this corner’a the world.”

He moved back to his plate, taking a few more bites before going to wrap up the rest. He had to eat light, or his stomach would hate him for it. The troubles of having a sensitive stomach. He didn’t want to get sick off such a good meal.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “If I’m… bein’ too nosy, you can tell me off. I mean, you’re no murder suspect or nothin’, so I don’t need to know. It’s just my curiosity getting the better of me. You don’t get saved by a strange sloth monkey that can disappear every day, y’know?”

Newt immediately thought to backtrack.

“It’s... Less of a disappearance,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “More of a... Camouflage. The Demiguise, it...” He genuinely couldn’t think of a lie to explain to the other. Nothing would explain it’s sort of future vision. 

Though Newt wasn’t completely dis-accurate with the explanation of camouflage. It technically was.

“A lot of my work is... Secretive, should I put it lightly,” Newt explained, feeling a bit guilty. “Certain home rules dictate what I can and cannot tell you, and... I’m not certain I know the rules of the States in their regard,” he admitted. “But I’d... Hate to cause trouble away from home and risk the safety of others or my manuscript.”

Newt sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, obviously deliberating something internally. 

“I apologize, Daniel. I don’t mean to come across as unappreciative of your generosity. I wish I could tell you more. I really do.”

[huffleprincenewt]

“Ah. N-No, I-... Invisibility isn’t in my repertoire,” Newt admitted. Dan sure wasn’t letting go of the Demiguise thing.

Though he supposed he brought that upon himself by dishing out more information than needed. 

“I find myself in odd places writing at times,” Newt carefully stepped around the subject of his suitcase. It was too much to explain all at once. Especially to the other.

“It’s... A general manuscript,” he started, nibbling his bottom lip. “About the... Odder things of this world. Herbs. Animals. The like.”

He wasn’t lying. He just wasn’t telling the whole truth, as he thought it may have been too dangerous to do at that time. He could trust Dan, sure, he’d learned. But unveiling an entire wizarding community to someone who was bascially a muggle cop? 

It didn’t sound like a good idea.

[huffleprincenewt]

stolideux replied to your post “( o w o)/ ��”

"I've uh... ah, won that in the fair. You looked like you ah, needed a company so I uh, gave that you." cue in a sheepish smile from Ringo's visage.

@stolideux

Newt was a bit confused, though he wasn’t completely putt off by the action. It was sweet, even if the other was almost a complete stranger to him. There were worse first impressions to be made.

It seemed as if the MACUSA wasn’t completely inhospitable, after all.

“I-... Appreciate it,” he replied, turning the plush over in his hands. He supposed it could be something Pickett could latch onto instead of Newt himself, or a good present to put in the Oocami enclosure. Something warm and soft.

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danthesnuggleman:

Dan hung back, out of Newt’s way, and watched him cook. It was neat, weird too. But he seemed ok with it. Newt seemed pretty comfortable now, and Dan found himself actually enjoying that fact.

He took the plate and smiled, then tilted his head. “You gonna eat?” he asked gently. “I mean- You don’t gotta, if you’re not hungry, but… I’m not gonna be mad at you for eating in front’a me or nothin’.” He rubbed at his nose and looked toward the ice chest.

“If there’s leftovers and it’s good, which it smells good, I’ll probably eat ‘em later.”

“Not quite hungry yet,” Newt shrugged. He didn’t eat a whole lot. It was just in his nature.

Newt set to cleaning the dishes and countertops he’d dirtied, doing his best to wrap the leftovers and store them away for later. Dan could toss them when Newt wasn’t looking if it made him feel better.

Newt had glanced toward Pickett, which had reached his tiny hands out, looking for a piece or two of rice. He smiled, and brought a few up to the creature, which held it, and nibbled at it oddly. 

He sighed soft, before turning away from the counter. His sleeves were rolled up, and in lighting that wasn’t rushed, or totally dark, it was easier to see dozens of peculiar scars running from the backs of his hands, up under his shirt. He’d been working with creatures so long, there almost wasn’t a spot on him that hadn’t been bitten or scratched or the like. 

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Newt nodded. He, in general, avoided the consumption of meat. Not completely, but moreso... It was a subconscious habit. One supposed working with creatures day in and day out proved that eating it yourself made you feel a little guilty.

So Newt decided the best dish he could make on the fly was a sort of risotto with a macaroni salad. It didn’t quite mesh together, not completely, but could be served and made without a whole lot of prep work.

Newt gathered what he could from the chest, and with direction to Dan’s cabinet for spices, before stepping off to the room, and gathering a few herbs from his suitcase.

“I keep them to study from,” he halfway lied. But it was the best he could come up with.

Newt hovered over the stove, working with diligent and rather skillful hands. He was quite used to cooking, slicing, dicing- anything you could imagine, he did it almost on the regular.

A little less than twenty minutes passed, before Newt brought a plate toward Dan; a warm meal. He smiled, softly, before turning halfway toward the stove. 

“I don’t suppose you save leftovers, do you? There’s... Some extra, if you choose to do so,” he murmured, almost sheepishly. Cooking for humans was a tad bit odd.

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danthesnuggleman:

Dan hummed, listening to the other talk about the Demiguise. Sure, he didn’t understand it, but Newt did, and he spoke so much more openly than he’d witnessed the whole time they’d spent together so far. It was something sort of… magical almost. He smiled, nodding. “I’m glad for him. He’s welcome in my place any time.”

He ran his hand through his hair and looked to the ice chest. “I don’t have much left,” he admitted. “I mean, if you can come up with somethin’, sure. But I figured a trip to the diner’d work out easier. ‘Less you’re not big on diners. I can go pick somethin’ up and bring it back, too?”

“If you don’t mind me having a look,” he motioned toward the ice chest. There was a lot he could do with very little.

It wasn’t that Newt had a vendetta against diners. It was moreso the people in them, and the almost disgusting complexity of the whole ordeal. Creatures ate with general reckless abandon, not caring much about appearance. It was also a mostly quiet ordeal, depending on who he was feeding. 

But in diners, one had to pay attention to manners, how much space he was taking up, the tab, other people... Newt just wasn’t super fond of the experience.

He stepped over to the chest, gently lifting the lid. Oh, he could definitely make something do out of what was inside. He’d borrow some ingredients from his shed- nontoxic ones, of course, safe for humans- but Newt could make a rather lovely meal.

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“They can see thirty seconds into the future before imminent disaster strikes,” Newt explained, shifting his weight to his left foot. “The unavoidable disaster, rather than the latter. That’s when it steps in. Must’ve seen your... Mishap,” he smiled, chuckling under his breath.

“But generally a creature without a mischievous nature, unless prompted by... It’s favorite things. Luckily, we were inside, instead of out.”

Newt caught himself, and shut himself up, realizing he’d been speaking a little too openly about a magical creature. But Dan... Seemed unfazed by it. Was it possible the detective wasn’t a muggle after all?

“I... Am a bit rusty, but I could whip something up, here, if you’d rather it,” he suggested. 

Newt prepared food for creatures all the time. Creatures with rather specific and picky appetites, he might add.

[huffleprincenewt]

Newt was barely gone but five minutes. He’d confirmed that the Demiguise had returned to it’s habitat.

He gave it a gentle scolding. 

“You mustn’t get out like that, you know it’s dangerous,” he’d told it, arms folded gently over his chest. “Though both of us appreciate it, it’s something... You know that muggles cannot know about.” Newt sighed, and looked back toward the shed. 

The Demiguise moved out of it’s hammock, and reached up to touch Newt’s arm.

He kneeled down, and gave it a soft stroke down it’s back. “I’m sorry for snapping at you,” he gave it an apologetic look, and the Demiguise nodded, accepting the apology. It backed away, and came forward with a chocolate coin wrapped in tinfoil.

“A present for him? You’re being awfully generous,” he smiled, but ventured over to the Bowtruckle trees, where he plucked Pickett up in his palm and sat him on his shoulder.

“I suppose if he knows about one, a second won’t hurt,” he hummed, and looked toward Pickett. “But can you at least climb into my pocket? I’d prefer not to have to explain everything over breakfast.”

The creature made a face, but agreed, and Newt stepped back into the bedroom, smoothing over his vest once again.

“Erm- Dan-...” He paused, wetting his lips. “This is for you. From the Demiguise. He doesn’t often give gifts, so,” Newt sheepishly held out the coin, averting his gaze from the other.