i am an emotional creature: the secret life of girls around the world

white orchid [ newt scamander x reader ]

requested by: anon

prompt: [very long so i’m giving the shortened version] newt falls in love with a no-maj that is forced to forget about him and magic, but there’s an evil wizard that seeks to destroy all no-maj’s that were forced to forget about the magical world. and so it is up to newt to save the reader.

chapters: 2. 3.

warnings: angst, fluff, minor violence

words: 939

a/n; pardon if i am not quite on par yet…it has been a busy time in my life. i was afraid i had lost my ability to write. i hope i did not.


Originally posted by blueskyandpudding

 1. the first goodbye is always the saddest

With a hot shuddering breath you hugged yourself, fingers coming to grasp the edges of Newton’s coat – had had given it to you so you wouldn’t get cold – as you blankly stared into the clouded sky of New York city. His lovely scent engulfed you and gulping down a bitter taste you glanced away from the rain before you started to cry. Jacob stood by the edge of the entrance, watching wistfully as Queenie struggled to hold back the fireworks. Tina, behind you, stared into the crumbled flooring whilst Newt himself stood close beside.

Newt Scamander examined your face carefully, fixated by your very essence as salty tears started to pile up behind his eyelid, making the contours of your figure blur every now and then. He wanted to touch you. To feel the flock of curled hair wrap around his finger, to caress the rose petals of your trembling lips, to pull you into a tight embrace and not dare let go. He couldn’t, however, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away either. Over such a short period of time – barely two days ! – the two of you had grown so fond of one another that it was almost sinful to admit. The dashing grin that belonged to him now bloomed on your lips, and the graceful mannerisms of the French were now engraved into him forever. Time seemed to slow; the buzz of the city droned like background music as he, caged in his own mind, tried to move his body and do something before you’d make the first step into fading away for eternity. But he couldn’t move. His heart ached and his bones locked from anxiety.  And so in silence he spiralled down a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as all he could do was memorize each and every detail of your beautiful face.

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A Diary Detailing Lovers

Request: “What about some Newt x Leta x Gryffindor!Reader, where first it’s Newt x Leta and Bruno Mars - Grenade and after it’s Reader x Newt Bruno Mars - I think I wanna marry you? sorry it’s just I have a wave of Bruno inspiration, I would very much like if you could do something like that 💕

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1798

Warnings: None

Originally posted by nightimethinker


Easy come, easy go, that’s just how you live oh
Take, take, take it all, but you never give
Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss

15th March 1913


I have some wonderful news concerning Leta.

Oh great and wonderful Leta, she’s been so sweet to me lately. And now I’m sure she feels the same way about me. She met me after Potions today at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. We took such a romantic walk, and I even introduced her to the unicorn that lives in the Western depths, the one I named Lucy. Well, Lucy loved Leta, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Leta, with her beautiful brown curls, her perfect smile… oh Merlin I’ve really fallen deeply for this girl!

Then after we stopped to watch the moon, she turned to me. She told me that she cared for me profoundly, and that she knew how hard it was to care for creatures. She showered me in an array of compliments regarding the beasts, she’s always been so supportive of me! She said exactly what I needed to hear, exactly what I wanted. And then, she pulled me by my tie, and she kissed me. She kissed me!

It was the most magical thing I’ve ever felt, I know it sounds ironic. Anyway, I should be off, I’ll be writing a letter to Theseus about this! He will be so glad to hear that I’ve finally bagged a girl. I might even have mind to attach a picture of Leta, just to spite him with her sheer beauty. He will certainly be jealous.

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horror and non-horror manga/game



Kurozu-cho, a small fog-bound town on the coast of Japan, is cursed. According to Shuichi Saito, the withdrawn boyfriend of teenager Kirie Goshima, their town is haunted not by a person or being but by a pattern: uzumaki, the spiral, the hypnotic secret shape of the world. It manifests itself in small ways: seashells, ferns, whirlpools in water, whirlwinds in air. And in large ways: the spiral marks on people’s bodies, the insane obsessions of Shuichi’s father, the voice from the cochlea in your inner ear. As the madness spreads, the inhabitants of Kurouzu-cho are pulled ever deeper, as if into a whirlpool from which there is no return…


These terse tales of terror tell the story of a high-school girl named Tomie, who can be seen as a living embodiment of lust and all the negative emotions that go along with it, such as jealousy. Tomie is the ultimate self-destructive entity, yet ironically she survives anything. She is identified by a mole under her left eye.


It is a very dark night. Under a heavy rain, a determined man sets out to track his terrified victim. The decision of Kirishima Seiichi is clear: Tonight, he will kill his wife.


Jisatsu Circle is a manga based on a movie of the same title, written and directed by Sion Sono. At first, the manga was intended to follow the same story, but Sion Sono asked Usamaru Furuya to adapt his own story to it, which resulted in a plot much easier to understand.


A boy went to take his trash out late one night, and found a strange, creepy, lolita woman sitting amongst the garbage bags. She asked if he had a little sister, and he answered her, hurrying afterwards back to his apartment. When he looked out the window, she was gone. Who is the strange woman, and why does she give him such a bad feeling?


 Hideo Suzuki is a thirty-five year old mangaka assistant struggling to be the hero in his own life by breaking back into the lime light with a new serial all the while juggling his relationship with his girlfriend and his own delusions.

  • GYO

 Something is rotten in Okinawa…the floating stench of death hangs over the island..What is it? A strange, legged fish appears on the scene…so begins Tadashi and Kaori’s spiral into the horror (and stench) of the sea. 


A collection of several horror shorts revolving around the life of Mimi (this story’s protagonist). 


You lead quite a nice life… Competing with your friends… Having a childhood-almost-girlfriend, who is coming back to town… All dreams starting to come true… when the ground suddenly shakes and a shelf drops on your head….
Well… You hit your head just now, so it’d be quite… reasonable that everything went nuts and people get eaten before your eyes, wouldn’t it?


A collection of weird, unusual and twisted guro oneshots.


While a young boy, just resurrected as a vampire, commits acts of awful ferocity, the city around him shows all its perversion. The adults abuse their power, the boys degenerate and use all the available means to achieve their goal to give vent to their low instincts. Whoever can’t understand and make opposition is doomed to change or becoming crazy. So which is the real horror? The vampire who kills in order to feed himself or the crawling disease hidden in society, which slowly corrupts without being noticed?

  • AJIN

 The story follows a high school student named Kei Nagai, who is caught in a traffic accident, dies, but immediately revives and learns he is not human, but an Ajin, a mysterious creature that cannot die. Scared, he runs away from humans but is helped by his friend Kai, who joins him in his flee from civilization. He then becomes involved in a conflict between human and Ajin and must choose a side. 


Witness the titular Punpun - who is depicted as a tiny, caricatured bird in an otherwise normal human setting - as he copes with his dysfunctional family and friends, his love interest, his oncoming adolescence and his hyperactive mind.


Suzuki is a troubled boy. He’s lived with uncaring foster parents for most of his life, alienated from the other kids at his school, owner of a cynical, unhappy mentality. Komatsuzaki is a violent, unpredictable bully whose head trauma causes him to act in mysterious, inexplicable ways. Arakawa is a no-nonsense, normal girl who pines after Komatsuzaki but can never have him. A teacher with just one working eye. A mother who committed suicide. A daughter in an endless coma. Attempted rape, murder, extortion, sexual deviance, and a freakish explosion in the butterfly population. All of these elements are whirled together in a story spanning 10 years, a tale of blackness, pain and apocalypse. And maybe just a bit of hope and redemption. It’s a spiritual cross between the misanthropic suburban malevolence of Kyoko Okazaki’s Rivers Edge and the eerie mysticality of Donnie Darko.



Lucius is the son of the devil who has to clear the mansion of it’s residents. To do this he must orcastrate “accidents” without anyone suspecting him of any foul play. The player starts as Lucius and must cleverly devise these incidents from simple household items. Every time he succeeds he will gain supernatural powers to help him take full control. 


Cry of Fear is a psychological single-player and co-op horror game set in a deserted town filled with horrific creatures and nightmarish delusions. You play as a young man desperately searching for answers in the cold Scandinavian night, finding his way through the city as he slowly descends into madness. With a strong emphasis on cinematic experience, immersion and lateral thinking, players will be taken on a nightmare rollercoaster-ride through the grim streets of Fäversholm and beyond. Not everything is as it seems…

  • OUTLAST AND DLC- Whistleblower 

Hell is an experiment you can’t survive in Outlast, a first-person survival horror game developed by veterans of some of the biggest game franchises in history. As investigative journalist Miles Upshur, explore Mount Massive Asylum and try to survive long enough to discover its terrible secret… if you dare. 

Outlast contains intense violence, gore, graphic sexual content, and strong language. Please enjoy.


Among the Sleep is a first person horror adventure, in which you play a two year old child. After waking up in the middle of the night to mysterious sounds, you start exploring the dark looking for comfort.


Welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, where kids and parents alike come for entertainment and food as far as the eye can see! The main attraction is Freddy Fazbear, of course; and his two friends. They are animatronic robots, programmed to please the crowds! The robots’ behavior has become somewhat unpredictable at night however, and it was much cheaper to hire you as a security guard than to find a repairman. 

Can you survive five nights at Freddy’s? 


As the lone survivor of a passenger jet crash, you find yourself in a mysterious forest battling to stay alive against a society of cannibalistic mutants. 

Build, explore, survive in this terrifying first person survival horror simulator.


The last remaining memories fade away into darkness. Your mind is a mess and only a feeling of being hunted remains. You must escape. 


The Cat Lady follows Susan Ashworth, a lonely 40-year old on the verge of suicide. She has no family, no friends and no hope for a better future. One day she discovers that five strangers will come along and change everything… 

By author Remigiusz Michalski (Harvester Games) this suspenseful psychological horror game features stylized artwork, a simple keyboard control method and English voice acting, plus a compelling, atmospheric 70 minute soundtrack by micAmic and featured artists Warmer, 5iah and Tears Of Mars. 


A five-part Adventure Horror series set in the same universe as Robert Kirkman’s award-winning comic book series.

The Walking Dead: Season Two continues the story of Clementine, a young girl orphaned by the undead apocalypse.


Decay belongs in the pantheon of great modern zombie games alongside Valve’s Left 4 Dead series and Telltale’s Walking Dead episodes.

Enjoy your long winter evenings

"Elliot Rodger wasn't a misogynist!"


“Seeing James was always pleasant in its own way. He was my comrade in virginity, for he too didn’t get any attention from girls, and I’m sure he suffered from it, but not as much as I did. I was very perplexed as to why he didn’t feel any anger towards girls for denying him sex. He should be just as angry as I am. I supposed he didn’t have a very high sex drive, or he was just a generally weak person.”

“I was capable of killing them, and I wanted to. I wanted to kill them slowly, to strip the skins off their flesh. They deserve it. The males deserve it for taking the females away from me, and the females deserve it for choosing those males instead of me.

“One time, as I was walking across the huge bridge that connected the two campuses, I passed by a girl I thought was pretty and said “Hi” as we neared each other.She kept on walking and didn’t even have the grace to respond to me. How dare she! That foul bitch.

“On one of these nights, I crossed paths with a boy who was walking with two pretty girls. I got so envious that I cursed at them, and then I followed them for a few minutes. They just laughed at me, and one of the girls kissed the boy on the lips. I’m assuming she was his girlfriend. That was one of the worst experiences of torture from girls that I’ve had to endure, and it will be a scar in my memory forever, to remind me that girls think I’m unworthy compared to other boys.”

(Girl’s name) should have been mine, and if can’t have her, no one should! I fantasized about capturing the two of them and stripping the skin off her boyfriend’s flesh while making her watch.”


“It was only when I first moved to Santa Barbara that I started considering the possibility of having to carry out a violent act of revenge, as the final solution to dealing with all of the injustices I’ve had to face at the hands of women and society. I came up with a name for this after I saw all of the good looking young couples walking around my college and in the town of Isla Vista. I named it the Day of Retribution.It would be a day in which I exact my ultimate retribution and revenge on all of the hedonistic scum who enjoyed lives of pleasure that they don’t deserve. If I can’t have it, I will destroy it. I will destroy all women because I can never have them. I will make them all suffer for rejecting me. I will arm myself with deadly weapons and wage a war against all women and the men they are attracted to. And I will slaughter them like the animals they are. If they won’t accept me among them, then they are my enemies. They showed me no mercy, and in turn I will show them no mercy. The prospect will be so sweet, and justice will ultimately be served. And of course, I would have to die in the act to avoid going to prison.”


“I titled one of the videos I uploaded “Why do girls hate me so much?” in which I ask the entire population of women the question I’ve wanted to ask them for so many years. Why do they hate me so much? Why have they never fancied me? Why do they give their love and sex to other men, but not me,even though I deserve them more? In the video, I show that I am the perfect, magnificent gentleman,worthy of having a beautiful girlfriend, making the world see how unreasonable it is that I’ve had to struggle all my life to get a girlfriend. It is my attempt to reason with the female gender, to ask them why they have mistreated me. I was hoping I would get some sort of answer from girls. In fact, a small part of me was even hoping that a girl would see the video and contact me to give me a chance to go on a date. That alone would have prevented the Day of Retribution, if one girl had just given me one chance.

But no…

As expected, I got absolutely no response from any girls. The only responses I got were from other men who called me names and made fun of me. Women don’t care about me at all. They won’t even deign to tell my why they’ve mistreated me. This just shows how evil and sadistic they are.Oh well, they will realize the gravity of their crimes when I slaughter them all on the Day of Retribution. How dare they reject a magnificent gentleman like me!


How dare those girls give their love and sex to those other men and not me, I constantly think when I see young couples.”


The ultimate evil behind sexuality is the human female. They are the main instigators of sex. They control which men get it and which men don’t.

Women are flawed creatures, and my mistreatment attheir hands has made me realize this sad truth. There is something very twisted and wrong with the way their brains are wired. They think like beasts, and in truth, they are beasts. Women are incapable of having morals or thinking rationally. They are completely controlled by their depraved emotions and vile sexual impulses. Because of this, the men who do get to experience the pleasures of sex and the privilege of breeding are the men who women are sexually attracted to… the stupid, degenerate ,obnoxious men. I have observed this all my life. The most beautiful of women choose to mate with the most brutal of men, instead of magnificent gentlemen like myself. 

Women should not have the right to choose who to mate and breed with. That decision should be made for them by rational men of intelligence. If women continue to have rights, they will only hinder the advancement of the human race by breeding with degenerate men and creating stupid, degenerate offspring. This will cause humanity to become even more depraved with each generation. Women have more power in human society than they deserve, all because of sex. There is no creature more evil and depraved than the human female.


Women are like a plague. They don’t deserve to have any rights. Their wickedness must be contained in order prevent future generations from falling to degeneracy. Women are vicious, evil, barbaric animals, and they need to be treated as such.”

“The first strike against women will be to quarantine all of them in concentration camps. At these camps, the vast majority of the female population will be deliberately starved to death. That would bean efficient and fitting way to kill them all off. I would take great pleasure and satisfaction incondemning every single woman on earth to starve to death. I would have an enormous tower built justfor myself, where I can oversee the entire concentration camp and gleefully watch them all die.

If I cant have them, no one will, I’d imagine thinking to myself as I oversee this. Women represent everything that is unfair with this world, and in order to make the world a fair place, they must all be eradicated.

A few women would be spared, however, for the sake of reproduction. These women would be kept and bred in secret labs. There, they will be artificially inseminated with sperm samples in order to produce offspring. Their depraved nature will slowly be bred out of them in time.”


In such a pure world, the man’s mind can develop to greater heights than ever before. Future generations will live their lives free of having to worry about the barbarity of sex and women, which will enable them to expand their intelligence and advance the human race to a state of perfect civilization.”


(The above quotes are direct excerpts from the shooter’s “manifesto”) 

Part 2: “Elliot Rodger wasn’t racist”

Enslaved by a Dragon- [Watch Me Burn] - Cumbersmaug Fanfiction

A single strand of hair infused in dragonlust, steeped in fire and Anath’s own secret concoction. The very catalyst that spawned the series of inevitable events, a downward spiral that lead to this very moment.

Mirkwood is a wasteland of rubble and ash. Smaug is missing.

And what of Cumber.

Cumber is gripping your shoulders, his haggard face inches from yours, icy blue flame curling like smoke from his lips. His eyes are dead and unseeing, but he senses you all the same. He slams you against the wall, a desperate, wounded beast.

You remember the smell of soap and lye. The red-haired woman in the wind-ravaged shack. An apparition as real and tangible as a nightmare. Anath had shared Cumber’s bottle of phantasm with you. A demonstration, he insisted, holding the bottle to your nose. You relived the harrowing moment over and over and over until the phantasm grew thin. Then you smashed the bottle against the docks, eyes stinging with tears.  

“I told you to leave!” He hisses. “Why’d you come back?”

Your knapsack is full of glittering phantasm. You are unsure what fills your heart.

“I incinerated your family! I crushed your mother with rubble, I reduced your brother to a pile of ash-”

You touch his cheek gently. He is thinner than you remember, cheekbones sharp with neglect. He flinches from you as if burned. He takes hold of your wrist and leans close, teeth bared. You trail your other hand down his chest, feeling the hollow, battered breath beneath chiseled flesh. He is wasting away, like sand whispering through your fingers. He shivers at your touch, his entire body tensing taut as a bow. He wrenches your other hand from him and pins your arms over your head.

All his secrets lay bare to you. He has nothing to lose. Not any more.

“I do not want your pity,” he rasps, breath warm against your ear. You feel his self-restraint fray at the scent of you. The magnetic pull of your body. “…Leave. Or I swear you’ll regret it.”

“I’m never leaving you again,” you murmur, your lips a whisper from his. “…What are you going to do about it, dragonboy?”

With a deep-throated growl, his mouth crushes against yours, his tongue parting your lips and plunging as he grabs fistfuls of your clothes and shreds them with searing fingers. You mould to his embrace like molten gold. Icy flame drifts from his lips and lap down your fragile skin, soft and cold like mist with only the heat of his tongue to soothe your shivers. You whimper against him as his fingers singe your flesh.

“…Must you be so anxious to be damned?”

He lifts you and shoves your high against the wall, burying his face in your neck, teeth grazing the tenderness of your throat, your shoulders. He takes a swollen nipple in his mouth, suckling and rolling your aching tip with a vengeful tongue. You arch your back, pressing against him with delirious fervor. His brows are furrowed as he rediscovers who you are with rough, warm hands, tracing his memory of you to how you curve and slope beneath his fingertips.

He rakes along your legs and inner thighs, brushing your desire with a trembling thumb. White lightning streaks through the core of you, then blossoms into shimmering heat. You whimper, suddenly aware of your hypersensitivity. You are uncertain of what this means, how you are to withstand him if his single touch threatens to incinerate you. He draws his hand back and clenches into a white fist.

“…Sweet, foolish girl,” he whispers, looking pained. “You know not the unwholesome creature I am. I will swallow you whole and burn through you, leaving you broken-”

“I’m already broken,” you whisper fiercely. “By you. By Thranduil. By Anon.”

Determined, You free him, feeling him hot and thick and straining between your palms.

“Make me whole again. Please.”     

He groans as your hands slide down the length of him. The faint, ribbed lines that crisscross in scale-like patterns down rigid and unyielding flesh are familiar to you. Your palms tingle with a slow fire as you caress him. For a moment he is still, lost in the sensation of your gentle touch. He finds your mouth with his, breathing you in as a drowning man gasps for air. He pulls your hands from him and wraps your arms around his neck. He rests his member between your legs, sliding slowly back and forth, the delicious hot ridges grinding against your swollen pearl. You moan throatily into his mouth and he answers with a tortured groan.

The sensation is maddening. Electricity crackles through you and grows and multiplies, surging through your limbs in tremors. Jolt after jolt of pleasure sinks its claws into your bones. Hunger yawns within you, gaping and aching like a desperate wound.

“…Cumber,” you plead.

“-Not yet.” He hisses through gritted teeth. “You’re not ready. I don’t want to hurt you…”

But you are ready. White embers dance across your hazy eyelids, igniting every fraying nerve in your being. You are a million sparklers all at once, burning brighter than the sun. Can he not hear it in your breathy sighs? Feel it skitter beneath his steady friction?  


He loses his breath and jerks his head in firm denial.

“Not. Yet.”

You can wait no longer. You shove yourself against his rock-hard tip, forcing him to meet you.

He winces and grips your shoulder, expression pleading.

You ignore him, focusing on your breath, on the fanned out flame that twists and writhes inside you. You push. And freeze.

He is living coal, iron slickness of perfection.

But he is right.

He is too much.

Too much.

Your cry escapes your throat in a broken whine as the realization streaks through you in fiery pangs.

“I’m…hurting…you-” His voice cracks as he clumsily tries to pull from you.

The world is spinning red and black as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, pressing your weight against him to take him further. Nothing compares to the harrowing desire that eats you to the core. He has denied you for much too long, and you will have him, limits be damned.

“A-Ahhh-” He chokes, his eyes rolling back. He is shaking, his breath escaping him in ragged sobs.

You are being split in two, pulled and spread and stretched too thin. But you must have all of him. You must. With a sharp cry, you slam him to the hilt, taking every lasting inch of him into your being.

You are shuddering breath. Black, beautiful flame. And he is now yours. As he has always meant to be.

His trembling lips taste of guilt and desire. How his emotions rage, thrashing like beasts. You cup your hands around his cheeks, wishing he could see the trust in your expression. He has little faith, but you know he is incapable of breaking you. He loves you more than life itself.

“Love me, Cumber” you whisper. “Please.”

Resignation sinks in and he draws from you like a coil winding back, and thrusts in slow precision.

Slow. Deep.

Searing sparks sizzle through you, seizing the very essence of you and ravaging your senses with a cruel, excruciating pleasure. You sink your teeth into his chest, muffling your scream. He freezes.

“…Don’t…Stop!” You rasp against him, your cheeks wet with tears.



The beast within him roils, ever famished, ever covetous. You clutch at him as he drives into you, harsh and filling. With each full-bodied plunge he cries out with guilt-wracked pleasure. The world swirls red and black and gold. Nerve-searing exhilaration fries the very fabric of who you are. Your consciousness weaves in and out of the firestorm. You are nothing but fire and darkness steeped in pure, raw bliss as he so utterly possesses you. You can feel him losing control, slipping away in the frenzied indulgence of the starving beast. You are the vessel of his pleasure, the flesh he feasts in raging inferno. He will take and take and take from you, until the he has made you his and solely his, as the mountain is his, as every fire-kissed coin and diamond is his.

“…Don’t stop,” you whisper as your climax rips through you, blazing like a fallen star.

“…Don’t stop.”

Unblinking, Thranduil stared into Anon’s swirling palantir, watching from the long-forgotten crystal sphere deep in the dragon’s lair. Then he hurled Anon’s palantir from him with all his might, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

[posted 6.11.14]

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