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Someone can create a story where Newt is bad or vastly evasive, becoming apathetic towards people, causing his and Tina's romantic relationship to not exist so easily on his part and was hidden by her, showing a Newt that is shown on the outside weak, but inside he is a bit twisted and a Tina who proves to be a cruel person, but inside he is even sweeter and more fragile than Queenie herself.

Fanstastic Baes And Where To Find Them ~

Jacob Kowalski ~ ☼

Newt Scamander ~ ❀

Credence Barebone ❃

Percival Graves ☂ ~

A Little Too Much-Part 3

Guys, i’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I have tried making this one a little longer, hope you like it Also, thank you anon for being so supportive. I love you 😍 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There you were. In all your glory, in the most perfect most beautiful way. All Newt wanted to do was rush up to you, and hold you in his arms. He found it hard to control himself, all he wanted to do was to breathe in your familiar scent, to feel the way you fit perfectly against his chest, to look into your eyes and tell you he is sorry. That he is miserable and that every second every moment after you left was filled with regret and pain only. And here you were, walking in with a smile on your face, like you have never been better. “I don’t deserve a beautiful girl like her ”, that is all Newt could think of. Of course you wouldn’t forgive him, hell he couldn’t forgive himself until now. Then how in the world could you possibly do that?No, he couldn’t ask of that from you after he hurt you so much. Just at that moment, he saw you gaze onto him and he swears he saw your smile disappear. He knew he should have left, but he didn’t, he had to see you happy for once, hopefully the last time he sees you happy without him. And so, all he did that night was drink. 3rd PoV I saw Newt. For the first time in years. “Take your mind off him (y/n),this is your night “, yet even if you kept talking to people giving them fake smiles and handshakes, your mind kept going back to him. You needed an escape, to get away from him so you went out through a back door. You curse under your breath at the sight you see outside-Newt, drunk and passed out near a dumpster, all you did was send him back to his apartment, you didn’t want to see him again.Did you? And so Pickett was there to save you. You handed Pickett a note, to give Newt when he wakes up. "All I need is some closure”, that is what you thought. But you knew that wasn’t true. —————————————- Hope you guys like this. Its basically off the top of my head. I am going to make 2 More parts, and then do Rain. That is hopefully a going to be longer :)

Porpen tina ~

Fandoms I Follow

Okay, so i will do the following fandom requests and i will NOT do smut for now, sorry ‘bout that. But, any other requests feel free to send in. I will need something to write on, so if you wanna see me write you gotta send requests lovelies.

1- Harry Potter (Any and every ship except Wolfstar. No can buddy)

2- Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

3-Sherlock

4-The Flash

5- How I Met Your Mother. (I am not sure people even read these fanfics)

6.- The Big Bang Theory

7.- Game Of Thrones

8.-Percy Jackson (Sorta, since i read the book a really long time ago, so i dont remember much except Percy LOVES BLUEEEEE! I do take everything for Mangus hase series )

For now, i guess that’s it, but i guess i can write stuff for singers and stuff? If I know who they are. I really need requests, send in some please :3.Pwease?

Lowkey wanna draw some Newtina after I finish the requests in the ask box... Requests first, though!

Sorry for not posting here in a while! I’ve been more active on Instagram, you can find me there! (>temari114) Here are some of my FB doodles over the past months!

More of Newt Scamander because I can't get enough of him. This time with colour!

Newt Scamander Sketches

I rewatched Fantastic Beasts and remembered how much I love both the movie and Newt Scamander.

I am trying to get a feel of how to draw him.

Refs under the cut

What happened to Percival Graves?

" Don't let the past consume you. " - for leta??

Breath came in shallow, shuddering gasps, lungs could no longer remember how to fully expand, constricted by the vise-grip of anguish. Tears would have welled unseen behind her expressionless facade, an opaque veneer concealing the tempest of emotions raging within the innermost chambers of her soul. There, entombed in the silent archives of her mind, Leta Lestrange wrestled with the specter of a future bereft of the possibility of Corvus' laughter and love - an existence as bleak and colorless as the unforgiving void that had torn him away.

The voice addressing her registered only faintly, like a distant echo reverberating through the cavernous hollows of her grief-stricken psyche. Each question circling around topic of past made her breathing feel like a Herculean feat, each inhale a laborious act of will, drawing in air that felt devoid of life-giving essence.

In the labyrinthine recesses of her consciousness, Leta wandered, a forlorn specter haunting the ruins of sibling bond, now reduced to a silent mausoleum of nostalgia and regret. Her presence back on the ship - vibrant and achingly poignant, Irma's call saturated her thoughts, rendering her mien an inscrutable cipher - a fragile mask concealing the maelstrom of anguish that raged akin with that fated storm within the innermost chambers of her shattered heart.

' Don't let the past consume you.' Words tasted foreign on upon tongue as she repeated to herself in mere whisp.

The bride of sorrow stared vacantly ahead, detached listlessly, untethered from the present moment. The words spoken to her hung in the air, fading into a distant, muffled echo as if emanating from the far end of a long tunnel. Heart felt leaden in her chest as she managed a typical honey-liquoriced answer as if nothing bothered her, " Past is but all-consuming. "

But how could she explain the weight of her grief? How could she articulate the way it wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud? ... Thoughts of Corvus like any day prior consumed her consciousness - flashes of what could be joyful memories now forever tinged with the grey pallor of his absence. The well-meaning words of comfort, offered by a faceless stranger, dissipated into the ether, powerless to penetrate the all-consuming miasma of despair that enveloped her, a suffocating shroud woven from the unraveling threads of a life forever altered by the cruel machinations of fate.

And somewhere out of this room of glamour, full of feathered hats, coquettish applause, pearls, and sparkling champagnes the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room she couldn't see -- but concurrently felt the first stirrings of possibility. The past would always be a part of her, but perhaps it didn’t have to define her completely. That's what she always told herself, what her best --- her only friend told her. With each step forward, she could honor her little brother's memory while also reclaiming her own life. And for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope despite not purposely answering any further.