look at you you talented creature

ask me stuff !!!🌞☁️🌈

1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood?
2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet?
3.) have you ever been drunk?
4.) have you ever tried drugs?
5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said?
6.) have you ever made someone cry?
7.) has someone ever made you cry?
8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it.
9.) which came first the chicken or the egg?
10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them?
11.) how many siblings do you have?
12.) have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love?
13.) are you a good cook?
14.) what is your favorite tv show?
15.) what is the last movie you cried during?
16.) what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any)
17.) do you have a middle name?
18.) have you been out of your country?
19.) are you a chocolate fan or not?
20.) how many people have you kissed?
21.) what is your favorite album?
22.) what is your dream car?
23.) what is your lucky/favorite number?
24.) what is your favorite flower?
25.) books or movies, why?
26.) have you ever been on a blind date?
27.) has one of your friends ever backstabbed you?
28.) have you ever backstabbed one of your friends?
29.) what thing do you symbolize love with?
30.) do you have neat handwriting?
31.) do you have a friend with benefits?
32.) do you want a friend with benefits?
33.) if you could be anything in the world, what would you be?
34.) have you ever been blackout drunk?
35.) have you ever met someone famous?
36.) how many concerts have you been to?
37.) which concerts have you been to?
38.) do you have a hidden talent?
39.) what do you do when you’re stressed?
40.) do you think money can buy love?
41.) how old would you date?
42.) have you ever done something illegal?
43.) what is your biggest fear?
44.) what is an unusual fear you have?
45.) can you drive?
46.) do you believe in supernatural creatures?
47.) do you believe in karma?
48.) what is one quality you need in your partner?
49.) do looks matter?
50.) does size matter?
51.) who is the last person you forgave?
52.) what is your favorite ice cream flavor?
53.) what languages can you speak besides english?
54.) ever been on a plane?
55.) ever been on a boat?
56.) is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t?
57.) are there any friendships you regret?
58.) are there any friendships you wish you could make?
59.) have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours?
60.) have you ever walked outside after 12 am?
61.) have you ever seen a sunrise completely through?
62.) are you scared of rollercoasters?
63.) on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually?
64.) do you have any plans this weekend?
65.) do you miss anyone right now?
66.) who do you wish you were talking to right now?
67.) if you could have any superpower, what would it be?
68.) who is your favorite superhero?
69.) are you dirty minded?
70.) what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s?
71.) how many kids, if any, do you want?
72.) who is your biggest OTP?
73.) what is your favorite food?
74.) do you want to be married one day?
75.) dogs or cats?
76.) do you drink enough water daily?
77.) have you ever seen a shooting star?
78.) if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you?
79.) how many best friends do you have?
80.) when was the last time you cried?
81.) have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself?
82.) have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed?
83.) if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go?
84.) what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself?
85.) do you consider yourself a loyal person?
86.) what is your favorite season and why?
87.) have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it?
88.) do you know how to play any instruments?
89.) do like like falling asleep to music or not?
90.) what are you allergic to?
91.) have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like?
92.) if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be?
93.) if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why?
94.) are you outgoing?
95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to?
96.) are you a good flirt?
97.) have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down?
98.) which planet is your favorite?
99.) are you superstitious?
100.) are you a good listener?
101.) are you a good kisser
102.) would you kiss any of your friends?

Sweet Heart

Request: “i was wondering if i could request a NewtxRearder where the reader is an expert on dragons,basilisks and other large reptilian creatures and newt goes work with her for a few months and she’s a little cold at first but newt sees she’s just misunderstood like her creatures and there’s fluff in the end?maybe a series?a smut chapter?wherever you wanna take it”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Sitting on the scaffolding inside the newly furbished reptilian sector, you flicked through the profile you had been given on the man you were to work with in the following months. He had an impressive resume, but it didn’t help the aching disappointment that had taken root in your heart. The Ministry didn’t think you were capable of conducting this research assignment on your own, and it really took a great blow to your pride. You were supposed to be their top reptilian researcher, and yet, they had called in the support of some wizard you had no use for. The Runespoor you were patting huffed, its right head peering down at the sheet with distaste.

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When? : the whole month of July (starting from 1st july !)

How to joint? : reblog this post ( You must be an op related blog) message us to let us know.You can participate if you’re an ask blog or an RP blog ( OC , canon and AU are all acepted)

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More details: there will be activities like a talent show, a contest about the most original, the most beautiful and funiest look based on any sea creature (merman, mermaid, sea monster, fish etc.)

Event chat room: the link of the chatroom will be posted just before the event start ( a day or two before the 1st July)

Dress code: your muse must look like any sea creature

Pls tag any event by #AquaWorldEvent2k17

Bonus art prize giveaway !

There will be prizes at the end of the events for the winners of the contest. There will be 4 art Prizes, 1 for each winner of the outfit contest ( 1st, 2nd , 3rd Place ) and we will pick someone from all the participant. Everyone have a chance to win.

Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: “Something small…a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!

“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.

You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink. 

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.

“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here. 

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous. 

“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.” 

“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?” 

“I think so…” 

“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?” 

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”

With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.

“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…” 

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.” 

“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work.  “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond. 

After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion. 

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest. 

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big. 

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”

“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you. 

“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don’t understand-”

“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…” 

A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook 



good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?


hey are u alive bby?



if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop??? 

I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in. 

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good. 

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…” 

“Yeah, I got it done  yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-” 

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”  

You nodded. “it’s perfect.”

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

leather & gasoline

@captofthesswolfstar ‘s idea:

Harry passed Sirius’ bike down to Teddy. This is just a fact. 

But can you just imagine Remus (in heaven I suppose…) seeing his son on Sirius’ bike…probably wearing Sirius’ leather jacket…can we talk about the emotions!?! 

Teddy has Tonks’ eyes and her smile which happen to be the same was Sirius’ thanks to genetics…
And yeah I’m not the biggest Remadora fan, but all I’m saying is Remus loved Tonks and all that but Tonks knew that Remus would never stop loving Sirius after he passed away, so it’s not a sensitive issue or anything…
Seeing Teddy grow up into a mischievous little punk and riding Sirius’ bike in Sirius’ jacket would have made Remus’ heart explode

*Teddy comes to the age he can ride a motorcycle and he’s nagging about it constantly, so Harry gives him Sirius’ old motorcycle so he can fix it and leave him alone for a bit because he is sure he won’t be able to fix it*

Sirius: My baby! Harry kept my baby, look at it Prongs isn’t it still so pretty?

James: Are you sure you haven’t reincarnated as Teddy, Padfoot? Look at him go with your leather jacket and everything. It’s like you had a child with Tonks instead of M–

Tonks: Did someone say Tonks? Wotcher, lads? Is- Is that Teddy working on a bloody motorcycle? This is awesome 

Lily: So Tonks is a cool mom, right? I would have died once more if Harry decided to ride a motorcycle?

Sirius: *pouting* They are seriously misunderstood creatures Lily-kins.

Lily: Don’t you pout. I have been on that- that thing! You can’t fool me.

James: Harry underestimated Teddy’s talent. Someone go get Remus!

*Teddy fixes the motorcycle and takes it out*

Remus: What? What’s going on? If this is about Teddy having sex aga-

Sirius: Shut up and look down Moony

Remus: That’s.. Teddy? But that looks like–

James: Pads! I know right?

Remus: *with shining eyes* Yes

Tonks: “takes a good look at Sirius, grinning* Well I’m not complaining he takes after Sirius to be honest.

Sirius: How can he take after me Dora? don’t be ridiculous

Tonks: Would you just accept the compliment, Sirius? If we were alive he would have been your son as much as he’s ours.

*Sirius gives Tonks a warm smile, for the first time they are not quarrelling over something concerning their relationship with Remus. Remus is watching Teddy in a state of trance*

Lily: Is Remus alright?

Remus: *smiling* I- I am alright Lils, I just can’t understand how he grew up to be this punk rock without meeting the king of it.

Sirius: I may be the king but Dora here is worthy of being a princess at least.

Remus: *confused* Why aren’t you fighting?

James: Blue hair can be very uniting Moony.

Remus: So you two were waiting for him to get the motorcycle to stop all the shouting?

Tonks: Cousins fight Remus, especially if they have Black blood in their veins.

Sirius: Also being your ex and her being your wife doesn’t help either.

Tonks: Ex?

Sirius: *jokingly* Figure of speech, he still loves me.

Tonks: I know he does.

Lily: I am in complete shock right now, I am not dreaming right?

James: No, love you aren’t.

Remus: He has the Black family trademark grey eyes and your smile Sirius, and Tonks’ hair. This kid is going to be a womaniser.

Sirius: *smirking* If he’s like me as much as he seems to be, he probably won’t be able to even walk straight.

Remus: He’s fucking perfect.

*Tonks and Sirius high five*

Remus: For the love of-

James: They might even turn on you one day, mate.

Lily: We should have just let them be


Hey everyone. This is my first story so please be gentle with me. I hope you like it. Also, I’m writing this on mobile so I’ll try to fix it later.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Requested: No
Warnings: Some mention of blood (not much)

You weren’t ready. You just absolutely weren’t ready. For what, one might ask? Newt Scamander, your long time friend and crush, to let out a short yipe like a dog whose tail had been closed in a door. Snapping your head towards the sound, you watched as Newt stumbled out of the swedish short-snout enclosure with a bloody arm. That, in and of itself, was fairly jarring, but the fact that it was five thirty in the morning made it worse. Forgetting about the potion you were brewing, you rushed over to him. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you searched him for more wounds. 

“Oh my god, are you alright? What happened?” You asked as you brought him back to the shed and set to work on putting him back together.You examined his arm carefully. The gash was fairly deep and bleeding pretty good, but there wasn’t anything sticking out, like a broken bone (it’s happened before), and he was reacting to things normally. Overall, you determined that it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Still, you were worried. 

“I’m fine, but, ah, (Y/N)?” He said. You look up at him with concerned (E/C) eyes.  

“Yes?” He rubbed his neck sheepishly as you cast a healing spell on it. 

“I’m afraid that Everett isn’t very fond of men and, I really do hate to ask this of you because I know you don’t feel as comfortable with larger creatures such as him, but,” He started.

“You want me to see if I can calm him down,” You said. It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement. He nodded, unsaid apologies swimming in his blue-green eyes. You smiled, sure you weren’t as comfortable with bigger beasts as you could be, but it wasn’t as if you couldn’t handle yourself. 

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do,” You said with a soft smile. In all reality, you were only brave enough do it because it was Newt who asked you. 

The swedish short-snout stood tensely in his habitat, looking mildly afraid when you walked towards him. He picked his head up as you approached him. You could feel Newt’s eyes on your back the whole time, as if they were telling you to be careful.They were the only things keeping you from turning around and leaving at the moment. You smiled at Everett, stopping a few feet from him, as to keep out of his immediate territory. You weren’t exactly a dragon expert, you were an expert more on smaller creatures, but you figured that this was a pretty safe distance. Everett came towards you, planting himself directly in front of you, silvery blue skin shimmering in the soft light.

“So sorry to bother you this early, Everett,” You said, calmly. “I just wanted to talk to you, if that would be okay.” 

“You’re doing very well, (Y/N),” Newt called encouragingly from the edge of the habitat. You took a deep breath, keeping focused on the task at hand. Everett glanced at him warily before looking back at you. Newt was right, he really seemed uncomfortable with men.   

“I’m just here to tell you that Newt wants to help you. I know that you’ve had a rocky relationship with men in the past, but he won’t hurt you. I promise. Everett, he wants to help you and take you home,” You muttered. The dragon was zeroed in on you with his undivided attention. You shifted a little and Everett took a more defensive stance. You held your hands up in a nonthreatening manner and he backed down a little. 

“Relax, honey. I know it’s weird being here and I know it’s hard to trust us, but I swear that we want to help you. All I’m going to ask is that you give us a chance,” You said. You could feel Newt creeping closer to you as Everett calmed. 

“For not being an expert on large creatures, you are very talented when dealing with them,” Newt said, not looking at you. Your eyes bounced from the freckled magizoologist to the dragon, not sure what was going to happen. Everett made a low threatening sound and Newt backed up. 

“Hey, hey, Everett, it’s okay. Trust us, trust him, he’s going to help you get home. In the meantime, he’ll take good care of you,” You soothed. The dragon still looked unconvinced and beautifully dangerous. Another low noise and Newt put himself in front of you, acting as your shield. You pushed his arms down and went closer to the sacred creature. Newt tried to grab you, but missed. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Come back here, (Y/N). I don’t want you to get hurt,” He said, looking like a worried mother. You faltered slightly at his concern for you before brushing it off as friendly.

“Theoretically, the more defensive we act, the more defensive he’ll act. It’s okay, Newt,” You said, turning back to Everett. The silvery creature looked down at you, eyes filled with fear and distrust. You put on your softest, most motherly smile and ventured a little closer. You kept a little distance so he didn’t feel cornered, but stayed just close enough for him to hear you if you spoke quietly.  

“I was like you once,” You whispered, “Scared and alone, really far away from home. Newt found me to, he rescued me and fixed me up. I know it’s hard to trust someone after going through some really awful things, but believe me, Newt will take care of you.” Everette looked at you with large, thoughtful eyes, his defensive position becoming more lax.

Finally, the silvery beast relaxed and strode towards you. You held out your hand to him. The two of you met in the middle as he rested his large head against your small hand. You beckoned Newt over and he approached cautiously. Everett took his head from your hand, watching him. 

“Mummy’s here, Everett. Mummy will take good care of you,” Newt said. You suppressed a giggle tugging at your vocal cords as he said this. It was so hard to take him seriously when he called himself ‘Mummy’ (but oh so adorable). The creature cast a look at you and you gave him an encouraging nod. Eventually, he leaned into Newt’s outstretched hand, nuzzling him as a sign of trust. Newt beamed, looking quickly between you and the beast. You smiled, bowing slightly as if you were in a play. 

Newt’s smile could outshine all the stars at night. God, his smile is what drew you to him in the first place and he kept you there with his love of animals so much like your own. Watching him slowly gain the trust of a dragon that had been so blatantly mistreated made your chest warm in ways you still hadn’t become accustomed to. As the two of you made your way from the enclosure after Newt finished what he had started earlier, he turned to you with that grin. 

“You were absolutely brilliant, (Y/N)!” You waved your hand, dismissing the comment; though you still blushed like a schoolgirl.

“Oh, it was nothing really. I’m glad I could help,” You tittered. His smile remained as he took you by your waist, hugging you tightly. It wasn’t forceful, but it was firm. Dimly, you mind told you that this was one of the rare times where Newt touched you. 

“Really, you were magnificent! And you say you aren’t any good with larger creatures,” He laughed. Your blushed deepened slightly. 

“Ah, well, I try.” Newt suddenly seemed to become aware of the fact that he had been holding you and pulled back. 

“T-terribly sorry, (Y/N). I j-just got a tad excited,” He said, blushing under his freckled dusted cheeks. Smiling shyly, you ran a hand through your hair.
“Don’t worry about it. I actually enjoy your hugs, like, a lot,” You said, embarrassed by your own confession.  

“Ah, did you know that a group of Bowtruckles is called a branch,” He spit out. Blinking, you tipped your head to the side. He was nervous or uncomfortable, maybe both. You immediately regretted saying anything. Newt’s face got redder, your own following suit as the silence stretched out between you. 

“Actually, I… I did know that. Please forget I said anything while I go throw myself into the sun,” You said, awkwardly. Turning slowly, you began to hurry away from the tall wizard. A choking noise behind you stopped you and you glanced back at him. 

“You don’t have to do that on my account,” He said, quickly. “That… that may not have come out right. W-what I mean to say is, um, well…” 

Another thing you’d become accustomed to was reading his mind when he couldn’t seem to get words out. Tentatively, you made your way back over until you stood just in front of him. He avoided your eyes just as you avoided his. How is it that we can both be this bloody awkward, you thought. He had begun to fiddle with his fingers and you finally looked up at him. Lord were you thankful you did. 

Newt’s curly, cinnamon colored hair fell over his forehead just so, making his blue- green eyes stand out. His eyes, though they slid away from your own, were so soft. They reminded you of the mermaid lagoon from the story Peter Pan, the way they drew you in, hypnotized you. The freckles dusting his quickly reddening skin created constellations that the sky only wished it could achieve. Every line and curve of his face added to his overall expression of complete and utter embarrassment. Something in you was thankful that he was generally so transparent when you could see everything he was thinking. 

“You mean, you’re okay with me wanting to hug you more?” You muttered. He nodded, swallowing thickly. 

“Yes,” He replied, “Among other things.” At this, both of you went redder than you thought you were capable of getting. Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud. 

“Alright, you know what? Things are already awkward, so let’s just make it worse.” You took a deep breath, locking your eyes on his. “I really like you, Newt.” 

“Nifflers are capable of producing six to eight young in a litter,” Newt said, loudly; the tips of his ears flushing red. You smiled, awkwardly. 

“I knew that to,” You said, brushing you hair away from your face. He cleared his throat in an attempt to steady himself. 

“Sorry, I’m afraid I’m not very skilled when it comes to talking about these things. Allow me to try again; I care for you very much, (Y/N),” He said, giving you one of his famous sheepish smiles. You smiled shyly and took his larger hand in yours. 

“You did just fine, Newt.” You hugged him this time, pitching yourself into his arms a burrowing into his chest. He hugged you back; you could feel him smile against your hair. 

“If I knew it would only take a Swedish short-snout to get to this point, I think I would have found one much sooner,” He chuckled. You looked up at him with a content smile on your lips. 

“Ditto,” You giggled, “And, Newt?” 

“Yes, love?”

“If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have to hurt you,” You joked.  

“Noted,” He replied, hugging you to his chest once more.

The Heart Is Flexible

Summary: Thor pierces Loki’s ear and tells him all about this thing called piercer crush.

His piercer looks hot.

He has to be new around here because Loki has never seen him before. The guy who did his tongue piercing around four months ago is gone-Loki asked around the shop and one of the guys said he’s in jail, this other person said he’s hiking in hell and this girl said: “the fucker’s dead.” ; second and third options sound kinda similar though so Loki goes for the dead assumption and dead people are always replaced by some living ones and so he has this gorgeous babe here getting ready to stick this huge needle in his ear, pulling on a pair of black gloves and Loki can’t stop staring.

He’s so tall he makes the room look like a matchbox and there’s no way he’s under 6'5. He’s wearing a white cut-off shirt and it says ‘slay’ on the front; the letters are bold and black and the L is actually a fucking sword pointing down, the tip of the blade ending just above his navel, silver watch on the left wrist catching the light, a leather bracelet on the right, a ring on each thumb and a cool neck tattoo-roses or something-in black and red ink.

“Ever done this before?”

Loki wishes it’s just the piercer trying to make small talk but it’s not, some part of Loki’s brain thought teasing would be an awesome thing to do and once the words are there on his tongue there’s no way to keep his mouth shut.

The piercer looks amused and looks at him and his eyes are this mind-blowing shade of blue and Loki pushes the warm metal bar against his front teeth because he’s always toying with his tongue piercing when he’s nervous and fucking up.

The piercer snaps one glove on, “I should be the one asking, you look like you cut Biology or something to be here.”

“Just started college.”

“You’re shitting me,” the piercer looks him over, “you look sixteen.”

“Well, I’m not,” Loki says and the piercer grabs the needle and his chair and moves close to Loki.

He’s putting the second glove on and after taking a long peek into Loki’s eyes he concludes with a smirk, “you look sneaky. I like it.”

“Where’s Matt?” Loki finds himself asking because people calling him sneaky calls for a change of subject cause he is, in fact, sneaky and how dare they uncover his secret so easily?


The piercer’s gum goes off like a tiny bomb and even when he’s got his frown on he still looks hot, “who?”

“The piercer that was here before you. Purple hair. Tragus in both ears.”

“Ah, that dude,” the piercer fiddles with the plastic keeping the needle clean and skims the ceiling with his eyes, “heard he got swallowed by some whale or something while diving god knows where. Whale didn’t like the way he tasted so it spat him out and now he’s in some cuckoo place trying to work through the trauma.”

Loki raises an eyebrow.

The piercer raises one gloved hand, “swear to god. That tattoo artist, what’s her name? Gina, we talked about it just yesterday.”

“She told you the whale thing?”

“She did. But everyone turns into a storyteller around here when it comes to this guy. Looked like an asshole to me, to be honest.”

The piercer fingers the blue head of the needle and he’s looking from one of Loki’s eyes to the other.

“You liked him or something?” he asks and Loki’s eyes get all wide because what the fuck.



Ooh, this guy’s a flirt. Truth was, Matt looked like a suicidal giraffe and had zero sex appeal, but hey, let’s see what happens.

“Oh yeah,” Loki says and gives the piercer a one –shouldered shrug, “I mean, who could resist that face?”

The piercer squints at him with his left eye and his lashes from up close are phenomenal, looking like threads of gold and his blonde hair is brushing his shoulders and Loki squirms in his seat, pushing his shoulders back into the chair, trying to find a comfortable spot and look cool all at the same time.

“You know,” the piercer says and hands Loki a little mirror, “there’s this thing called piercer crush.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” he says and uncaps his purple marking pen, “show me where you want it.”

Yes, please.

The mirror’s frame has dragons engraved on it and Loki looks at his own reflection and he looks nothing like this golden god sitting there in front of him waiting to put a little dot where Loki wants the piercing to be; his eyes are simply grey and his cheekbones are showing, lips really thin like his mother’s, black wavy hair reaching just under his jaw.

The piercer looks at him and when Loki just stares at himself and wonders what the hell is that piercer crush thing and did the guy just make it up on the spot, the piercer leans forward and tucks Loki’s hair behind his left ear.

Loki looks at him and the piercer hands him the pen, “you wanna do it?”

And miss the touch of god’s fingers on his ear? No way.

“You do it,” Loki says and tilts his head back a bit to see better.

“How about here?” Loki points to a spot and the piercer gets so close his hair almost brushes Loki’s cheek and he smells amazing, just like the ocean.

And there’s his fingers touching Loki’s ear and how warm they feel makes Loki realize his ears are freezing cold.

Then, a little poke-the tip of the pen against his skin-and when Loki looks in the mirror again there’s a purple dot close to the top of his ear and it’s exactly where Loki wanted it.

“That’s kinda it,” he says to the piercer because too many praises are never a good thing and the piercer gives him this look that says: 'it’s the pro’s league here, baby. We’re better than you’ and Loki pulls a face.

The piercer puts the pen on the table and comes over to the other side, the wheels of the chair making a fuss.

Loki watches those beautiful hands with their long strong fingers toying with the plastic and the piercer takes one long look at his mouth before tearing the plastic off the needle.

“Did that Matt guy do that?”

“Do what?”

“Your tongue piercing.”

“He did, actually,” Loki says and getting it done hurt so bad because Matt had zero talent at this, should have gone for mechanics instead, but this gorgeous creature here doesn’t need to know about that, “I never told you I have one. How did you know?”

“You keep playing with it,” the piercer says and here they are again, his eyes on his lips and the little metal bar makes a tiny clink when it hits the back of Loki’s teeth and the piercer smirks like 'I knew it’.

“So that piercer crush thing,” Loki says and tries to look like he doesn’t care, “what’s it all about?”

Loki swears he can hear the piercer give this little hum before pulling himself close to Loki so he can reach his ear nice and comfortable.

“Well,” he says and Loki blinks when he feels those fingers on his ear again, followed by the tip of the needle, “we have this saying around here.”

“What, in your little piercers circle?”

He chuckles and Loki feels his gloved knuckles brushing against his cheek as he’s angling the needle and it feels more than nice.

“Yeah. We have like this kinda secret society thing here and all we do is get together on the weekends and just make shit up because what can you do, right? So-”

And Loki thinks about those rings there under all that black latex and to feel them on his lips would be heavenly.

The piercer’s forearm touches his shoulder and the latex on his ear feels cool and Loki fists his hands in his anarchy is power t-shirt.

“We think that this is this intimate thing, to get something like this done. It’s another person touching your body and it’s a lot like love in a way. You trust this person and you share this secret with them because sometimes people keep the fact that they want something like this done hidden. Sometimes you let this person see parts of yourself no one has seen before. There’s a lot of trust there, you know?”

And Loki’s lashes flutter when he feels the needle going in. He takes a sharp breath in and holds it and he can feel the piercer’s eyes on him, and they’re soft.

“And the pain,” the piercer says and his voice is as smooth as the way that needle’s going in, “it feels a lot like pleasure.”

Another sting, this time of the needle going out the other way and Loki closes his eyes, his ears growing warm.

“So we say you get a piercing done, you crush on the person who put it in you-” and there’s the cool bar going in, Loki’s first Helix and the piercer backs away a little to give Loki a smile, “piercer crush.”

He gives Loki the mirror again and Loki takes a look and it’s not the piercing he chose for himself; the bar is silver and the little things keeping it in place are pink and when Loki looks more carefully he spots a tiny heart engraved there on the bar and shit he’s blushing.

“Matt was my first,” Loki says.

“And I’m your second,” the piercer says and grins, “hey, the heart is flexible.”

Ocean Eyes

Based on this song.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST!

Originally posted by thesilentages

I’ve been watching you
For some time
Can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes

Infatuation was synonymous with stupidity for you, a girl who didn’t believe in the magic of fairy tales. Fate did not drive people to love, it drove them to greatness; a conduit for the ambitious to make sense of the talents guarded by self-doubt and reservation. You liked to think that no matter what happened, a higher power would be looking after you, centring you to the right course, sending winds to fill your sails along the correct path. If they were Gods, angelic creatures, or a simple act of nature, they did not bother themselves with the entangling of hearts. Love wasn’t as important as true purpose, and your purpose was to be great. You had set your sights high, expectations low. After all, the Gods were anything but fair.

You had excepted this understanding of the world, of what would come and how it was influenced. And then he had to come along, untangling every red string, unravelling the complex map until it was just a heap of yarn. He enticed you, enveloping your thoughts no matter how hard you tried to shut him out. Even in sleep, when darkness would encapsulate your mind, the oceans would burst through with ferocity, demanding to be felt, forcing you under the waves. You were drowning, and falling at the same time. A nightmare disguised as a dream.

You were the shadows, the eyes lurking from the back of the room. The steady thrum of an evening storm, the eventual fade of an echo. He had pulled you into the harsh light, holding your hands so you couldn’t cover your eyes. He had turned your thunder into lightning, your echo into a scream. And he had tugged you under, forcing you to paddle upwards, terrified and choking for air. Then once you’d break the surface, another wave would throw you back into the depths. He made you feel unpredictable and irrational, made you question everything you thought you were.

But the ocean could be calm too. For every wild storm, there were still days. Days where he’d send you a smile, or call your name softly, beckoning you to join him in the shallow, innocent waters.

That’s how he managed to always catch you in a riptide.

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Bon appétit(Vampire!Eric x Reader)

Originally posted by la-luz-del-alma

You walked around the compound, as per usual, enjoying the moon that shone above you, illuminating the pit and the waterfall behind the Chasm.

You clutched your jacket as a cold breeze passed you, making your whole body shake.

After that, you felt something was off. That was not a normal kind of breeze, your feeling in your gut told you.

It could be said that you…Believed in paranormal things. Back in amity, your mother threw the cards and looked at her crystal ball, trying to predict my future. Sometimes she was right, and sometimes wrong, you supposed that it depended on the days.

This talent, more like a feeling was transmitted to you, and sometimes you could feel paranormal things . But this time it was different. You felt like it was a creature different than the ones you had felt before. It was more powerful than a ghost.

You furrowed your  brows at that, trying to sense such energy. When you discovered the owner of the energy you gasped.

A vampire at Dauntless? It can’t be, you thought, but what awaited you a few corridors ahead would make you rethink of your affirmation.

Eric had woken up with the thirst of blood, again. It was the third time this month, and the worst thing is that he had no spare blood left, which meant he had to find a victim.

He closed his eyes and tried to sense anyone who could be awake at this hours at night. At last, he felt a young presence, one of his Initiates he supposed, with a blood really sweet.

He smiled at it, showing his pointy fangs. He opened the door and began his hunt.

You continued walking, arriving to the Pit. You sat in one of the stones and enjoyed the silence of the night, until heavy footsteps put you put of trance.

You instantly jumped from the stone, scraping your elbow drawing a little bit of blood

You looked up to the shadow that clouded your view. It was Eric.

“Oh, it’s just you"You smiled at him.

Eric was shocked, why it had to be you? The one and only initiate he had taken an interest on. He closed his fists tightly, trying to hold the urge to attack your neck.

That was until he saw the blood that was in your elbow. He growled lowly, and licked his lips while looking at you viciously.

“Are you okay? Eric? Hey?“You waved a hand in front of him, only for it to be pulled by Eric, making you collapse in his arms. You blushed. Why was he being like this?

"Mine…"Eric growled in your ear, as he revealed his fangs to you. You shrieked and punched him right in the face. Then you sprinted out.

You passed the Chasm, the dormitories and started running through dark corridors "I can smell your blood darling…” a lustful voice whispered. You came to a halt and held your breath.

An uncomfortable silence settled in and you started to walk to your dormitory, thinking that it was your imagination. Until something crashed into you, pinning you to the wall. “Hello darling…Long time no see huh?” Eric smiled mischievously. You tried to free yourself, but his hand had pinned both of your hands over your head.

“You are the vampire I felt…I thought they weren’t real"You stuttered, as Eric’s approached to your neck. "Oh, but they’re real babe, let me prove it to you how real it is…I am.”

After that, he bit you in the neck, his teeth penetrating the soft skin from your neck. You closed your eyes and moaned. He smirked at his bite. “God, you’re so sweet, it’s the best blood i’ve ever tasted…” Eric moaned, while kissing your lips, then your neck, and then the mark he had left you.

You opened your eyes with a flustered face, as you saw Eric’s skin stained with red blood. He smirked at you devilishly “I will come for you…So don’t try to hide or run, it will only make it worse” he licked the mark and you squirmed under his touch.

The world was turning upside down from the sudden loss of blood, and you passed out.

You woke up, cold sweat all over your body, thinking it had been a dream. You touched your neck, until you heard a sting of pain. You walked to your bathroom, while stretching your limbs. The mark on your necm was real…Which meant Eric was a vampire…

Then you remembered his words “I will come for you…So don’t try to hide or run, it will only make it worse”. You puffed , got dressed and went to find Eric.

You knocked his door three times, until a faint “Come in”. You opened the door and sat in the chair oposite to his.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Attacking people’s necks for the sake of it?” You shouted to him, standing up , your face inches of his.

Eric looked up from the stack of papers he had and looked with a “I don’t know what you’re talking about” look. Then he smirked proudly at the mark he had left you.

“It suits you” he just said. You blushed at his words. Then your smile turned into a scowl “And how am I going to cover up this?” You asked, folding your arms. “Not my problem” he answered, smiling innocently. Then he raised from his chair and walked to you.

He caught your waist and kissed you on the lips, then, he trailed your neck and bit you in the same spot he had marked you the night before.

After he separated from you, you were perplexed. “Wha-what wa-was tha-that about?” You said, trembling. “Just a little meal, I’ve quite the appetite. Get accostummed to this, that’s only the beginning”.

By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.



    Thor left a little while later, and Loki had pulled Willow into a seat by the fireplace, sat across for her then proceeded to make her tell him about everything that happened in the time they’d been apart. Willow told him about the argument with her mother (leaving out the part where she’d slapped her, of course), the usual deal with her fellow classmates, and how she’d passed her final exams with mostly A’s and B’s (which he made sure to express how proud he was of). Loki listened to her ramble on about a band she’d discovered and the last book she read with a slight smile on his face; he had truly missed this. He knew most of what she told him (and many things she didn’t) from the news Heimdall sent him, but he liked the way she expressed her thoughts and feelings; it was so distinctly her.

    After a while, Willow finished recounting and turned the conversation to him. “So; what’ve you been up to?”

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Just a Bite (Newt scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by vladsmoppets

Someone requested I think 22 and 15 so here it is! I changed the dialogue slightly to fit the story So I hope you don’t mind. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Also for those of you who don’t know a Doxy is a fairylike creature except it has black hairs all over it with an extra set of limbs. It has two rows of sharp teeth that are poisonous and have beetle wings.

You carefully weaved through the trees trying to keep your camera from hitting anything. Newt was a little ways head seeming completely focused on the task at hand. Not that this shocked you, after all you had been traveling together ever since New York. He recognized your talent for photography while hanging out with Queenie and Tina. Well he needed a photographer for his book so he chose you.
         A small chirp of some bowtruckles sounded pulling you away from your thoughts. They were watching you two nervously as you passed through. You smiled a little watching as the little creatures hopped about anxiously. You stumbled slightly on a root and once again fixed your gaze on Newt. He was now even farther from you then before. “Newt! Can you slow down?”
             Newt looked back concern flickering in his eyes before he looked forward once more. “Can’t (Y/n) We really must keep going,” He said avoiding a thorn branch.
              “Yea I know but-” A loud buzzing sounded right beside you causing you to freeze. “N-Newt?” You looked back only to find that the tall Hufflepuff had vanished. You glanced around as another buzzing noise passed by. You looked walked forwards through some brush and froze at the sight.
                 A small black humanoid figure was flying about. It seemed to have an extra pair of limbs and dull beetle wings. It continued to buzz about and dark beady brown eyes met yours. It blinked and seemed to study you curiously. You cautiously raised your camera to take a photo of the strange creature.
                   The shutter sound seemed to shriek through the woods. Spooked the creature flew forwards sending you stumbling back. Pain shot through your arm and before you knew it you were on the ground. Your arm throbbed unhappily and you glanced at it to find 2 rows of holes from what looked like teeth. You groaned and sat up rubbing your eyes… Why were there suddenly dark spots?
                     “(Y/n)! (Y/n) where are you!?” Newt’s concerned voice reached your ears and you grudgingly got up. “Here!” You replied wondering why the world was tilting so weirdly. Newt appeared in front of you the worry evident in his eyes.
                      “There you are! I’ve been looking all over you!” Newt stated. His eyes scanning you for any sight of injury. He stopped at your arm. His eyes widened in surprise at the bite on your arm. “What did this?” He asked gently running his fingers across it. You winced as black spots blurred your vision.
                        “Some buzzing thing… I think… I need to sit,” You muttered slowly sitting down. “Took a photo.” You pressed your back against a tree trying to ignore the throbbing of the bite. Newt instantly took your camera from you. His eyes narrowed as he tries to make the photo out.  “Oh no…. Why this one?!” Your stomach twisted unhappily as newt carefully picked you up. Why were the lights suddenly so bright? “Alright (Y/n) I need you to stay calm… Alright?”
                         “Stay calm?” You watched the blurry lights soften slightly as the dark spots seemed to grow. “I’m seeing dark spots and everything’s blurry how can I stay calm?” Newt’s eyes softened and sat you down on the ladder.
                           “I’m sorry (Y/n)… I should of warned you about the Doxy. I’m so stupid,” He said anxiously working about trying to cook up an antidote. You let out a slight sigh. “The stupid things should be called biting fairs,” You grumbled rubbing your eyes. “Besides my fault i strayed off…” You whimpered slightly as your arm burned and the dark spots in your vision seemed to be growing. Newt cursed slightly as a potted herb fell to the floor and shattering into pieces. You shakingly tried to stand worry evident in your voice as you asked,“Newt are you alright?”
                            Newt finished the potion quickly turning to you and frowning when he noticed you shaking slightly. “Yes (Y/n) I’m fine” Newt was in front of you now and gently grabbed your good arm. “Alright this doesn’t have the greatest taste, but it’ll get the job done,” Newt said holding the potion to your lips. You drank the potion trying to ignore that the horrible taste of it. Once it was gone Newt scooped you up and set you down on the couch. “Alright (Y/n) I need to get the case back home… So you stay here and rest alright?” Newt took a quilt from the back of the couch and placed it on you.
                               You nestled into the blanket suddenly feeling exhausted. “Okay…. You’ll come back in though right?” You asked looking up at him, though that was difficult since your vision was still slightly blurry, making him smile slightly. “Yes (Y/n) I’ll be back as soon as I can…” You smiled and closed your eyes as Newt left the case. Of course he kept his promise. When you woke up, with regained vision, Newt was right beside you holding you close. You smiled slightly seeing the peaceful look on his face. You pressed a kiss to his forehead before burying your face in His chest and drifting off again.

Rogerhgold: People have spent their whole lives looking for a 🦄 - a magical creature most people believe does not exist. Without knowing it, I spent half my life looking for a unicorn too. A magical creature who would inspire me with their Supreme talent, who could challenge me with their drive and desire to push every boundary in their quest for excellence, who could uplift me with their soaring spirit, who could humble me with their kindness and inner beauty and who could teach me new things every day even though they are less than half my age. @camila_cabello you are my inspiration and my partner you are my best friend and my family forever. If I had spent a lifetime looking for you it would have been worth every single minute of every single day. Thank you for being in my life, for your incredible kindness for your beautiful heart and friendship for your incredible talent and inspiration. You light the whole world angel. Happy 20th birthday - keep dreaming keep soaring keep inspiring I love you with all my heart and I am so grateful to have found you, you magical unicorn. ❤❤❤❤🦄

Drawing is not my thing, obvi
But anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to this adorable & psychopathic creature❤

Thank you for the inspiration, fun and making me falling in love with every single piece of comics of yours

Xedra’s Notes:


I think this looks amazing! :D His expression is great, the text is great, and I’m really digging that cake in the background, haha! Thank you so much hon!


SHINee Witch Aesthetics

A/N: in honour of october, i did some witch!shinee aus!! I was inspired by the lovely @ijustyehethatlotto ​ ‘s superb exo moodboards and @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen ‘s delicious name moodboards (check them both out!) and thought i’d make these as like a halloween special. i hope you enjoy!!

*:・゚ Taemin / Minho / Onew / Key / Jonghyun *:・゚

  • okay so Taem? Healer.
  • suuuuuper skilled at potions.
  • the type to open his jacket and whisper hey kids need some remedies
  • but his voice would be soft n gentle and you’d say yes bc he looks so eager to help you for some reason??
  • creatures from all over seek him out because nobody can stop talking about the cute man in the forest who sells top notch potions
  • he’s half faerie which explains his  drop dead gorgeous looks  talent with plants
  • lives in the forest and moves around a lot bc he gets bored easily
  • prefers being in his tiny form mostly
  • his regular customers are this pack of werewolves, some faeries and a couple really dedicated humans.
  • those humans are r e a l l y dedicated
  • they have to be bc, werewolves and faes have no problem navigating the forest but humans? They get lost so easily and are so slow?? Taem doesn’t really know how they find him every month but he’s thankful bc he thinks they’re cute and appreciates their company
  • doesn’t really mess with big healing spells bc he hasn’t got enough faerie magic to do them well since he’s half human and all
  • you can bet your ass he owns a herd of succulents
  • he’s named them all and talks to them constantly like ‘martha, you’re looking real green today’ ‘stewart, can i talk to you about the changes in forest economics around here lately?’ ‘abersynthe-jubilee-martindale, you will not believe-’
  • Jinki tried to eat him when they first met and Taemin claims he still hasn’t recovered to guilt trip Jinki into giving him rides everywhere
  • being a faerie (even a half one) is exhausting okay?
Satisfied~Part 1- Newt Scamander x Reader

Satisfied-Part 1

A/n: Hello! I finally completed the first part, and there will be more parts to follow. This is based off of the song “Satisfied” from Hamilton (this is also one of my favorite songs from there). Basically, a brief summary is that Newt has fallen for the reader, but he knows that you and his brother have a connection. He knows that he won’t be happy, but as long as you are, he’ll be okay, eventually. Thank you all for all of the amazing support still, and you are all wonderful and lovely and amazing!

Please Enjoy!

Warnings: slight angsty or heartbroken themes

Part 2:


The excessively large dining room was swarming with people that Newt had never had a conversation with or even heard of. Elegant place settings etched with shimmering gold foils reflected from the light of the glass chandelier hanging frozen above couples dancing and twirling to the sway of a distant violin. He sipped quietly on his glass, the bitterness of the beverage stinging the back of his throat slightly.

Normally this was not his sort of scene. Faces of people faded into the background and blurred with the music. Of all of the places in the world, this was at the top of the list for being one of the worst. It wasn’t that the party itself was terrible, as his brother Theseus was a wonderful host. He was charming, attractive, and strong, everything Newt thought he wasn’t, which is why he became discouraged when he saw you playfully laughing with him on the opposite end of the room.

Newt remembered the day he had first introduced you to his brother. He had stopped by for the enjoyment of the holiday season, and you had accompanied him. The snow was falling and softly forming into sheets as he led you up to his brother’s front door. Your hair was done up and your outfit was elegant enough to make the queen jealous. The lace shaped around your collarbone while the color highlighted the depth of your eyes, and it all molded to create pure beauty and poise. When Theseus invited the two of you inside, Newt had introduced you as his illustrator to his book, but Theseus saw you as more. He extended his hand to grasp yours, only to bring it back up to place a gentle kiss upon it. The rest of the night, he cracked jokes, rolled compliments off of his tongue, and quietly left subtle hints of flirtation towards you. As Newt led you out the grand door to head back home, he thought he saw a new glimmer inside of your eyes, and he felt a new sense of tightness around his heart. It was fiery and hot, like a burning coal left inside of a fanned flame, but he didn’t entirely grasp its meaning.

However, now Newt was well aware of that burning flame inside of him. He was in fact, jealous of his older brother. But who wouldn’t be? Was he a hero? You bet. Was he handsome and charming and dashing? All of those if not even more. Was he perfect for you?

Newt looked up to see you conversing still as Theseus offered an arm for you to take.

To answer his question, yes he was perfect for you.

You and Newt had met through the ministry as he needed someone with exceptional artistic talent to illustrate every detail of his creatures, from the rugged horn of the Erumpent to the miniscule scales of the baby occamies. With a quick interview and observance of your previous work, Newt had selected you to follow him on all of his adventures and to document not with words, but with shades and textures of all varieties. He hired you professionally, but after a few weeks together, you two were practically inseparable best friends. You both spent long nights busy at writing and drawing, and you would each alternate turns on making tea and cooking (even though you usually did the cooking since Newt frequently caught things on fire while doing it himself). When either of you were having a rough day or needed some cheering up, the other was moments away and fully prepared for deserved hugs. You were his friend, or at least that was what he constantly reminded himself when he looked at you.

At first, he denied ever having feelings for you. He couldn’t fall in love with the person who had become his best friend, that wasn’t how these types of relationships worked. It was simple really. He writes the book, you draw for the book, and that was all, but with time, it all began to morph and melt. You were a breath of winter air, pure, enticing, refreshing, and his lungs longed for you. He wasn’t supposed to think of you like this. He wasn’t supposed to look at you lovingly as you blew the stray hairs away from your face as your lips curled in complete concentration on your art. He wasn’t supposed to desire your laugh or the way you lit up a room with your joyful smile, grinning large from excitement. He wasn’t supposed to let his eyes wander down to the thin strip of skin that appeared on your waist when your shirt lifted partially as you tried to reach the top shelf, stood up on the points of your toes as you eagerly tried to grasp the desired item. He wasn’t supposed to fall for his partner or friend with a personality of both explosive fire and passionate serenity.

The day he introduced you to Theseus, it became a lost dream. Newt was well aware of what Theseus thought about you, as he often asked Newt if his “ravishing partner” was visiting with him when he would come over. He had even personally invited you here himself, and if that didn’t confirm that you weren’t Newt’s, then what did?

Newt emptied his glass, set it on a table next to him, and desperately tried to find a way out to the back gardens, for he knew that if he had to see the two of you together for the rest of the night, he would surely collapse and drown in a sea of tears himself. With every gesture that his famous brother expressed, a new crack appeared in Newt’s heart. He wouldn’t be satisfied with the constant feeling of ache and woe in his chest, the prolonged rejection of his own happiness and desire, but if his brother was happy, that would be fine by him. He still had you as a friend for now, but even that could slip into a faint memory. He had to accept that you were not his, and that you had eyes for another.

With a few more strides, he located the glass white door he recognized from previous visits and was out on the back gardens. He had come to this event with you, however, he had the broken realization that he was most likely going to leave alone.

The gardens were magnificent, just as much as his brother’s personality. He doubted that anyone had seen him slip out, and in all honesty, he didn’t care. He just needed to be out of there. From the tall paned windows he could still see you inside, oblivious to his disappearance. He wanted nothing more than to waltz back into the scene and pull you into a passionate kiss, not some brief peck of lust, but instead a heated one that would display all of his restrained affection and love. He couldn’t do that though, Theseus would be heartbroken. You probably would be too.

Sitting next to a row of rose bushes, Newt let his body limply droop down. Theseus would make you happy, protect you, and cherish you. He would care for you and perhaps start a family with you in the future, perhaps a future without Newt in it as much.

Tears cascaded down Newt’s face as the air pricked the hairs on the back of his neck. He wouldn’t be in a state of satisfaction, but you two would be happy. All he could ever ask for truly was that you, his love, were happy, even if what made you happy wasn’t him. He fiddled with a few fallen petals in between his fingers as he stared up at the night sky by himself.

At least you were happy.



okay so I 100% accept the headcanon that Grantaire just    collects stray cats wherever he goes


imagine Enjolras and  Grantaire living together and Enjolras just slowly noticing like random bits of catfurniture creeping into the apartment until one day he finds loads of cat hair on his jacket and just 

“Taire? Are you hoarding cats in our house without telling me?”

and Grantaire is just looking really shifty and “……….. what no why would you even suggest such a thing Apollo, i am offended that you would even insinua- SHIT LEONARDO NO” AND THIS SCRAGGLY BALL OF BLACK FUR JUST SHOOTS OUT FROM UNDER GRANTAIRES BED AND STARTS RUBBING AGAINST ENJOLRAS’ LEGS??

and Enjolras is most surprised by the fact that he isnt even surprised and just sighs and goes “how many..?”

“*mumbling* four”



Enjolras doesn’t even have the strength to argue with him just kinda glancing down at the cat which has now settled on lying across his feet like “Leonardo? Fine. what are the others called?”

And Grantaire just lighting up because HEY ENJOLRAS HASNT SAID HE CANT HAVE THE CATS THE CATS CAN STAY YAYYYYY and proudly presenting him with 3 more ugly looking creatures, who probably have the capacity to be very handsome once Grantaire has managed to sort them all out, and announcing their names are “Michaelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael”

and Enjolras is quiet for a really long time before “You-       You named our cats after four ugly turtles who live in a bloody sewer?”

Grantaire goes from exhilaration (oh my GOD HE SAID OUR CATS) to a hideous blend of indignation and fury because OH MY GOD ENJOLRAS YOU DID NOT JUST OVERLOOK FOUR OF THE MOST TALENTED AND FAMOUS ARTISTS IN HISTORY OVER THOSE FUCKING MUTATED NINJA ARSEHOLES WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?! before scooping up his cats and leaving the room leaving Enjolras in some sort of shocked/horrified state and Grantaire being really sulky and not talking to Enjolras for the next 24 hours

until Enjolras comes over and apologises for insulting the cats (which he doesn’t particularly want to do but he does it for Grantaire god dammit because he loves him) and suggests they host a housewarming for the cats to cheer him up as they are official members of the apartment now. so they invite all of Les Amis over for a cat party and its all going super well with Grantaire showing off his new fur babies and then Courf speaks

“Grantaire, i think i speak for us all when i say why are they nam-”


“-ed after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

and Enjolras basically has to hold R back even though he knows theres no real threat because nobody could ever hurt Courf hes an angel 

and now no one is ever allowed to mention TMNT in front of Grantaire ever again

Hentai is art. Why do people try and argue against this? Is it just butthurt western artists jealous that an entire form of expression is locked away from them? Hentai is not just art; it is artistic expression in its most unadulterated form. Go to the Louvre and look at the Mona Lisa, tell me what you feel; angry? Sad? No, you won’t feel any of those, you might appreciate the talent of Da Vinci, and the line work or colours, but what does it make you feel? The best pieces of art carry real emotion, really making you feel with just strokes on paper. Hentai taps into the most primal of human feelings: lust. The very desire for all living creatures, the very meaning of life, represented in the succinct form of art. Some of the greatest moments of my life have been inspired from this art, and you have the nerve to doubt it because you’re some butthurt American mad you can only draw nonsense and call it “abstract”? Need more proof? Waifus. People are so infatuated with this art they go as far as to literally fall in love with it. Did people in renaissance Italy fall in love with the Mona Lisa and sleep with body pillows of her, desperate for the intimacy with their lover? NO! Because it lacks the true, raw emotion that Hentai has. Next time you think about saying Hentai “isn’t real art” remember the happiness it has brought people, and the raw emotions it inspires deep within. Don’t try and tear down another art form down just because you’re a Butthurt westerner who can’t draw for shit.

“How do I…?”

“How do you look?”

Aithlin’s brows flattened, but the warmth in Dorian’s eyes coaxed a smile out of him. “You shouldn’t interrupt me, but… yes, how do I look?”

“Like the most beautiful creature in Thedas.”

“’Aside from myself, of course’.”

Dorian laughed, low and sweet, and shook his head, forefinger tucked up beneath the curve of Aithlin’s chin. “There you go, putting words in my mouth again, when I’d much rather you find another way to engage it. A kiss, maybe, if you’re feeling adventurous?”

I was so so amped to get a chance to commission @oatson, and let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed with the experience! Not by a long shot. Please, if you have a chance, go commission her. She’s such a sweetheart and (obviously) so talented! I mean, look at Aithlin’s arms.