May 28
"Never one without the other, we made a pact" pack it up Grindeldore we know it's you
May 17
Apr 21
If there’s anyone out here who used to enjoy my fics, check out the new one please! Hope you enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Apr 6
I really wish jkr wasn't like this because oh my god. my sister picked fantastic beasts and where to find them for the movie last night and good lord. I want to draw those characters. I was doodling during the movie and one page of my sketchbook is just pickett the bowtruckle now. this is genuinely the worst.
Mar 12
the exact face he needs to be making while i yap abt the strangers that pmo today and also the stuff we did in art block on top of how i hate certain english teachers and love certain ethnic studies teachers
Feb 9
011: Newt Scamander
"I've botched this, haven't I?"
Newt won't meet your eyes, fingers fidgeting with his napkin. The restaurant is lovely—candles, white tablecloths, the sort of place normal people bring dates. But Newt has never been normal, and watching him try is somehow worse than if he hadn't tried at all.
"What makes you say that?"
"I've talked about Mooncalf mating habits for twenty minutes." His ears are red. "And doxy dental structure. And you haven't touched your food because I keep—I'm doing it again, aren't I?"
You reach across the table, stilling his restless hands. "Newt."
He finally looks up, blue-green eyes anxious behind falling curls.
"I asked you to dinner because I wanted to spend time with you. That includes the Mooncalf expertise."
"Most people find it tedious."
"I'm not most people." You squeeze his fingers. "Though I am wondering why you chose here instead of somewhere you'd actually enjoy."
He blinks. "This is where people go on proper dates. Pickett said—" He stops, looking mortified. "I took romantic advice from a Bowtruckle."
Your laugh startles both of you. "What did Pickett suggest?"
"Flowers. Candlelight. Trying not to talk about creatures." Newt's smile is self-deprecating. "I managed one out of three."
"The flowers are lovely," you assure him, nodding at the slightly wilted bouquet he'd thrust at you earlier—clearly picked from someone's garden. "But next time, take me somewhere you love. Show me your world, not what you think I want to see."
His expression transforms—hope and relief and something warmer. "There's a Kelpie sanctuary outside the city. It's not romantic, exactly, but—"
"It sounds perfect."
"Really?"
"Really."
Newt's smile is sunshine breaking through clouds. "I'd like that very much."
Feb 5
So I'm in a discord server where fantastic beasts screenshots get thrown around with fair regularity. There seems to be a preference for movie 2&3 Tina hair, but I have to make my stand (cowardly, in my sewer corner here on tumblr) and state that movie 1 was the clearly superior 'do.
But that said, because everything in my brain eventually bleeds together, all this has given me is the mental image of some friendly get-together, wherein Newt says plainly:
"I liked your old haircut better." And that isn't to say that he dislikes anything about her. He simply wants to know why she changed it.
But smiling back, calmly, without a hint of malice, she replies, "I liked it better when you don't have a boyfriend."
In the background, Percy nearly snorts his coffee, trying not to laugh. (He knows what he did and he will not repent or relinquish his position XD)
So long story short
I rose from the dead and rewatched FB1 and 2, am still weird about Newtina, and decided that I’m finally gonna just post the rest of my 5 year hiatus fic Seekers After Truth on AO3. That phone note takes up so much storage. Its gonna be…42 chapters. And end on a cliffhanger for a story I now have literally no memory of.
