Do you know, I have literally less than one scene to finish writing for Apperception and it'd be ready to post? I'm screaming at myself for procrastinating this shit gdi




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Do you know, I have literally less than one scene to finish writing for Apperception and it'd be ready to post? I'm screaming at myself for procrastinating this shit gdi
i have no idea if anyone even cares anymore but the next (and last) chapter of apperception is nearly complete and will be posted soon. i’m having some personal issues at the moment (and some uni ones haha) so that’s why i haven’t been on here for a while and why apperception hasn’t been updated
or green vine for that matter, oh gods
Chapter 5 of Apperception is now up, as I promised at Christmas (forgive me).
hey, hey look, it’s a snippet of Apperception, Chapter Five:
At the far end of the room was a metal door, worn and heavy-looking. Newt made right for it, still sticking close to the edge of the room, mindful of hidden spells and traps in the room. His magical awareness kept him from tripping on the most innocuous of cracks and alerted him to a detection spell on the handle of the door.
His wand would be much more useful for this sort of unravelling of spells, but Newt had handled himself well enough in the past when he was wandless. Flicking his wrist in a sharp motion, the handle moved, and the door opened; the detection spell bypassed completely. Whoever had cast it obviously not thought anyone would attempt wandless magic to open the door, they hadn’t even cast the spell properly!
Newt quirked a brow, considering how useful that knowledge would be in the future. If these smugglers were amateurs, then that boded well for him but not so well for the creatures. Amateur smugglers tended to lose a lot of their ‘stock’ purely out of ignorance and lack of knowledge.
“You’re so certain of your own goodness, Newton, but we both know you’re not as good a person as you lead others to think,” Grindelwald replied, eyes flashing. “The Hufflepuff who everyone dismisses for his Gryffindor brother. They don’t realise you’re the deadlier of the two; just like everyone thought Albus so good and noble.”
And here we see a very good reason to NEVER TALK TO GRINDELWALD EVER NEWT! WHAT DID I TELL YOU!
Snippet of Apperception for ya’ll because ya’ll have the patience of saints for waiting so long for me to write this!
Like seriously, patience of saints
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Little snippet from Apperception (yes, another one):
“You’re not alone in having panic attacks, Newt,” Theseus said softly. Newt’s brows drew together. “I used to have them a lot after I found all those kids… I’d keep seeing their faces, hearing them scream and cry out for help and I couldn’t do anything!” Theseus scrubbed at his eyes furiously. “The nightmares were bad enough, but whenever I came across anything that even remotely reminded me, or could end up the same way, I’d… well, I used to freak out. Freeze up. Not move.”
“You never told me,” Newt said quietly, honestly surprised. Theseus had told him he’d had nightmares, yes, but panic attacks? No, he’d never mentioned those.
“I was ashamed of it,” Theseus admitted bluntly, looking at Newt with a glimmer of faint humour in his eyes. “You used to look up to me—the big brother who was brave and tough and who everyone loved. I didn’t want you—didn’t want other people—to look at me like I was broken.”
All aboard the angst-train??