#idt so

[sorcererclow]

My girlfriend, an avid yuri reader, watching TSHD: "This is yuri in all but gender."

[rawburn]

idk who is still following me but considering getting this going again ... in a v low activity way ~

[xo2dee]

oomfs ive been told im intimidating 🤔 whats the truth here

[audmeseal]

MY CHILD ARRIVED IN THE MAIL LOOK AT HIM AND HIS PRECIOUS SMILE AUGHHH I LOVE YOU FOK AYAYAYATATTATATATATTA

(Thank you to merch by qei bc I wouldn't even have found stuff like this in Indonesia 🥹)

[inkstainedfanfics]

34? thank you!!!!💞

“Please don’t do this.” Newt whimpers, eyes glued to the wand pressing against your temple. “Please, let her go. It’s me you want. I have the information. Let her go and I’ll tell you everything.”

The fanatic sneers, his lip curling up, transforming what could be an attractive face into an ugly sight. His bony fingers tighten on your shoulder. “Well, it seems we found our boy’s weakness. What, you don’t like me near her?”

“Just let her go. Please.”

Sweat drips down the fanatic’s face, falling onto his hand, a bit splashing onto your chin. You flinch, only earning a harder squeeze of his hand. You yelp, and Newt’s expression turns from terrified to harsh, cold.

Livid.

“You want her, you need to start talking. I do have the advantage here, after all.” The tip of his wand digs into your temple, a painful ache that acts only as an anchor for your terror.

Newt raises both his hands, wand pinched between his thumb and forefinger, eyes focused only on the fanatic now. “I’m setting it down. No need to harm her.”

You wait for the brilliant flash of light, the unspoken spell, the release of pain from your shoulder and the chance to run to his side and hold him against you until he can’t breathe. You’re not sure you’ll ever let him go after this, not when he puts himself in this much danger every time he works with Tina.

The only sound in the still room is panting, a noise coming from Tina lying in the corner, face bloodied, hands burned, barely able to remain conscious. You wait for the sound of the fanatic slamming against the ground behind you, wait for the inevitable hiss of air from his chest as it all rushes away.

It never comes.

Newt’s wand clatters against the concrete. Hands still raised, he slowly stands up again, straightens until he’s at his full height. “There. Let her go and I’ll talk.”

The fanatic’s eyes narrow, but he nods. “Don’t move or she dies. Understand?”

Newt nods once.

You wait for him to do something, to shout, to move, to do something, anything.

The fanatic slides his hand to your bicep, yanking you to the side, wand not wavering as he twists it against your head. “Newt?” You murmur, watching him, eyes widening with every slow step the fanatic forces you to take. “Newt?”

He just watches you, hands raised, expression unreadable.

“Newt, do something.” You want to shout, to scare him into motion, but the words are no more than a whisper as you’re walked to the side, to Tina.

The fanatic stops a few feet from her and shoves you down next to her, wand following your fall. “Now get out of here and don’t come back or he dies.”

“Newt?” You murmur again as Tina’s arms wrap around your waist, tugging you against her. “What are you doing? You can’t stay here.”

Newt’s eyes are shut now, not looking at you, not meeting your questioning gaze. “I love you, darling.”

“Newt?” You can hear the panic in your voice, feel it building in your gut, and only Tina’s weak grasp keeps you from tearing toward him.

The fanatic scowls. “Go before I change my mind and keep you as bait.”

“No. No, I can’t. I can’t just leave him –“ You grab for Tina’s hands, intending to tear them away from your hips.

“Love,” Newt interrupts, finally looking at you, his smile only a shadow of the real thing, “do one thing for me?”

“I’m not leaving you, Newt. I’m coming back. I’m coming back for you.”

“Take care of my creatures for me, please. Keep them safe. They need someone like you.”

His creatures. He’s giving up. He truly believes this is the end. Merlin no.

You shriek, ripping at Tina’s hands, trying to shove your way to Newt despite the pain in your legs and arms and head.

Tina’s grip tightens as much as it can and then you’re being sucked through a tube, screaming and kicking and fighting, but Tina won’t let go, and then Queenie’s there, hands hovering over the wounds of both of you, trying to understand your hysterical screams and Tina’s quiet, broken sobs.

“It’s Newt.” She whispers, voice low from exhaustion and pain. “They got him.”

[staarbles]

i'm also now on bluesky!

trying to be more active, but slowly posting art also over at @/staarbles.bsky.social if you'd like to see!

[squeakyexpress]

that stupid blue hedgehog.... AUGHHHHHGGGG IM GOING INSANE

[mysticwtch]

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