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anonymous asked:

*same anon who asked for baby Newt & Theseus again* OH MY GOD!! That was ADORABLE!! I can't handle how cute that was & the little story/explanation you gave. "I've been wanting to draw these two again" PLEASE DO! I love Newt & Theseus in fanart/fics so much! And you linked mamin to it too! If they respond I might just die of happiness. You two are my fav fanartists & I get so excited when I see either of you posted something new. I'm still fangirling over the fact you responded to my ask. <3 <3

HELLO THERE! HEHE THANK YOU I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT Aaaahhh I love writing little tiny ficlets :’D I honestly just like to babble about the characters I love so I end up doing that HAHA I’m glad you find them entertaining!

Aaww, yeaa, she did respond! Mamin is such a sweetheart and I love talking to her about Theseus’ and Newt’s bond

ohmygod, I don’t even know what I did to receive that sort of praise but I am so so so flattered??? I don’t even know what to say??? It’s such an honor to be called someone’s favorite fanartist so thank you so much!

aaaa I actually did a continuation drawing that’s about the small filclet I wrote in the prev post! And I also did another ficlet thing heh

Newt wakes with a shudder, a sudden coldness cloaking over him and a sense of wrongness halting his breath with a shaky gasp. His hands twitch towards the blankets that have been pushed away, eyes still heavy with sleep. It ins’t until he hears the first soft whimper that his body jolts, instantly uncurling from his fetal position. Theseus. His mind registers with alarm that the warmth he had been missing was in fact, his brother’s embrace.

He sits up, face twisting in concern. The sight of his brother’s quaking, curled up form had his stomach knotting itself, and the unnaturally high-pitched whines of distress cut through the ringing silence of the night and right into his heart. Newt reached out a gentle hand to brush back sweat-soaked locks, the other moving to tenderly stroke down Theseus’ arm. His lips formed around his brother’s name, hushing and whispering gentle assurances.

He hated seeing his brother like this, usually so strong and composed, now small and fragile. Theseus was anything but. Newt carefully draped his arm and leg over the shaking form in a manner emulating Theseus’ usual sleeping position; ever the protector. Voice pitched low, he began to hum a soft melody, singing quietly to dispel whatever night-terror had dared disturb his precious family.

Newt may not be able to protect his brother from the real horrors of the world, but here, in their own space, he offers his love and comfort as respite- a soothing balm to ease the wounds inflicted by living. He embraces the role of his namesake, keeping vigilance over the night alongside the moon until sobs die away into occasional soft hiccup and the shudders finally still.

Newt doesn’t have the heat of his brother’s arms encasing him in their protection, but somehow -having Theseus in his arms, safe- he feels all the warmer for it.

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FUCK I’M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.
I HAD SO MUCH WORK TO DO AND I SWEAR I’M NOT IGNORING YOUR ASKS Q-Q I’M SORRY

I’M NOT DEAD I SWEAR- I JUST– asldkfnalsdkfbasdf
ANYWAY.

ANSWER TO @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins​‘s ask!

This is also probably not what you’re expecting- I was gonna continue but honestly, I drew 8 pages and died just a little bit :’D uhhh I stopped it there even though it’s a bit abrupt sorry
It’s kind of messy :’) Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be making clean ones anytime soon HAHA but I did go over my sketches so it should be legible??

HHHHHH I tried- I hope you enjoy it!

artemis · goddess of the hunt, forest and moon 

Artemis is known as the goddess of the hunt and is one of the most respected of all the ancient Greek deities. It is thought that her name, and even the goddess herself, may even be pre-Greek. She was the daughter of Zeus, king of the gods, and the Titaness Leto and she has a twin brother, the god Apollo. Not only was Artemis the goddess of the hunt, she was also known as the goddess of wild animals, wilderness, childbirth and virginity. Also, she was protector of young children and was know to bring and relieve disease in women. In literature and art she was depicted as a huntress carrying a bow and arrow.

Can we just talk about how much of a shame it is we didn’t get to see the scene Eddie worked so hard for?! Truly a loss! *quietly crying*

My favorite cinnamon roll is actually a badassmotherfucker!
I do actually want to write a fic about this although I’m unsure of my capabilities as of yet 

I was thinking Newt helps the Aurors apprehend a trafficking ring but gets hurt in the process saving Graves from a surprise knife attack (because no one would think to bring a knife to a wand-fight? idk man). Panicking, Graves demans Newt take off his shirt to be treated despite the protests from a very self-conscious magizoologist because Mr.Graves, I am perfectly fine, it was just a nick really. You needn’t fret over this!
AND BAM.
UNDERNEATH THAT FRAIL EXTERIOR IS A HARDENED BADASS WITH SCARS LITTERING HIS BEAUTIFULLY FRECKLED SKIN.
Cue all the aurors just dropping their jaw like Dayuuum