Description – The reader meets
Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the
years at school.
A/N – I was up at 5AM with this
in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t
upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with
the ball itself, what do y’all think?
Your heavy bag weighed you down
as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If
you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was
something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be
a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it
really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.
As time marched forward, you
pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you
ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and
yours skidded across the stone floor.
“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered,
hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.
“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.”
You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late
to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a
mess then you should stop and help fix it.
The boy couldn’t find the words
to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all
found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then
because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts”
You looked down to his books, the
main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock,
“The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of
Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.
“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about
killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”
Newt was taken aback by the
question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who
he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I-
I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat
sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they
h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”
It was only after the bold
statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the
taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps
a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.
“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin,
“That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”
You stuck out your hand, Newt
recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and
after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a
fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he
found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he
had shook your hand.
“So, do you have a name or am I
stuck to calling you new friend?”
“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”
“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”
“Newt? That’s a funny name.”
“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles
don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards
have great names like that.”
You nodded, unashamed, despite
some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that
you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one
“It’s okay though,” You beamed
with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about
it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I
haven’t seen you in the common room before?”
“Oh, I um, I usually spend time
in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”
“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s
mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide
behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try
to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and
talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”
Newt swallowed, he had never had
a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then
surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would
come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”
“Oh… Well how about the owlery?
Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be
seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind
though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”
“Okay… The owlery then.”
It had taken almost an entire
year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a
small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened
to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable
silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what
the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so
confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made
him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him,
there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching
the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the
teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another
thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered
for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden
Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would
create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.
As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you
to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had
met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual
creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the
creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.
Newt couldn’t tell you his
feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected
that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things
had been known to happen.
“Newt?” You approached him in the
owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.
“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off
the wall he had been perched on.
You snickered, offering a hand to
help your fallen comrade.
“W-what are you doing here?”
“I looked for you in the paddock
but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”
“Because you’re my friend and
today’s super important.”
You eyed up Newt incredulously,
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
You shook your head in disbelief,
then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced
loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.
Fresh tears hit the back of
Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a
fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been
planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.
“Come on, open it, open it, open
it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.
Newt did and found a card with a
Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The
inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next
to it, followed by lots of X’s.
“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost
speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the
pictures aren’t moving.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be
like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”
“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt
tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”
“They’re kisses, silly.”
“Yep,” You continued, oblivious
to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that
wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re
friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”
“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I
d-don’t often s-send cards.”
“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you
okay? Oh, are you unwell?”
You placed your hand on Newt’s
forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as
he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.”
You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”
“I-I’m fine, I just liked the
card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and
backed off, giving him some room to breathe.
“Alright. Oh, I need to give you
“Y-you got me a gift?”
“Of course I did, now close your
eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”
Newt did as ordered while you
hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him
with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated,
“but you can open your eyes now.”
Once again, Newt followed your
instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it
delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”
While Newt truly did find it to
be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about
any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any
gift from you was sure to be precious.
“That’s not the best part.” You
twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not
sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted.
I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere
and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a
muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”
Newt looked up to you guiltily,
“(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”
“Not another word Scamander, this
is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You
folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d
saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being
that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you
because of Newt.
“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”
Newt wanted to hug you for the
thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his
hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled
brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in
his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing
Newt searched the castle grounds
frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction
between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the
stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing
was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.
“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let
me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of
their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.
“Oy, creature lover, looking for
that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the
delight of several other students.
Newt froze in front of the
Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other
student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”
The student sneered, proceeding
to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where
all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”
Newt rushed to the nearest broom
closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students
had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.
“(Y/N), is that you in there?”
Newt called through the door.
“Go away.” You yelled through a
“(Y/N), please come out. At least
tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just
“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want
“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until
you tell me what happened.”
There was a long pause before you
answered. “I lied to you.”
“Every time I said it didn’t hurt
when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES
EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”
“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact,
I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through
three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it.
Now come on, come out here.”
“I’m not coming out.”
“Then let me in.” The words came
out as a frantic plea.
There was no sound for what felt
to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to
his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the
door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew
the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’,
and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a
scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears
down your previously smooth skin.
“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered,
reaching out cautiously.
The gentle tone of his voice
brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you
tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you
wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do
it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair
and whisper soothingly.
It was after that day that you
allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him.
In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering
you up with various random facts.
When the fourth year rolled in,
the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in
a Christmas Ball.
Ever since the announcement
students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you
yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down
in the hopes that Newt would ask you.
Newt had spent endless nights
pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the
ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as
a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be
too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him?
Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many
unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing
himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next
The days rolled by, turning into
weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings
planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long
since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from
your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.
One week away from the ball you
were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room,
followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt;
it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if
he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.
When you reached the common room,
you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the
“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning
a bright light from your wand.
Newt shifted backwards, tripping
into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”
“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”
“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought
I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”
“Yeah well… Hang on, what
happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”
You cast your wand around the
room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer
inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried
mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately,
they weren’t too deep.
You sighed despondently. During
your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after
you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too
inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had
healed him to perfection.
“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off
your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”
Newt turned crimson, averting his
gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed
every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually
involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as
instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair
where you usually treated him.
“How’d it happen this time?” you
asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see
how deep it truly was.
“Just found out that you need to
bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.
“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You
summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before
“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying
not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.
“Black one with white tips, when
we were watching them I named her Jerry.”
“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one
“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I could use Terago to stop any
further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes,
that should do it.”
You pointed your wand to the
injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”
As suspected, the three spells
combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the
gashes had been.
“Alrighty then,” you grinned
proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”
“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off
the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him
for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t
answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um,
would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally
cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.
You released the breath you’d
been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to
have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”
“What?” he sighed dejectedly,
still disappointed in his failure.
“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”
You raised your eyebrows, “No?”
“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I
ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault.
I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been
perfect and everything would have been-”
You could have watched Newt
babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt,
sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”
“Well… No, I suppose not.”
“So? Is it a yes?”
Newt reached out to hug you,
barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”
hello pals!! this is a masterpost of half (or so) of the reference posts i reblogged/made. i tried uploading this masterpost as just one big masterpost but i had over 250 links so that failed and here i am again. here is part one, encapsulating studying + certain subjects which will be followed by part two (slightly more general) here! enjoy ✨
Hi everyone! I know I haven’t been posting on here for quite some time now and that’s because I find it much easier to upload pictures on my instagram ! Don’t worry though, I will try and become active once again :) Here is my handwriting + my favorite pens, which are the Zebra Sarasa!
// I just finished my first medicine prelim exam a few days ago and I feel so anxious about what scores I got ><!! I studied a lot and had very restless nights all because of that exam. Ah, I hope I did fine. HOW ARE YOU all?!?! It’s been a while since I last uploaded huh haha, I hope you all are having a great, fantastic, Christmas break! Happy Holidays to you all!
:: twenty one pilots x donnie darko :: i also posted this on my twitter/instagram @nyctolust so please tag tyler and josh in it, they’re incredibly important to me and this took a long time to do so it would mean the world if they saw it, thanks friends |-/
The Drake brothers Ah, If only these guys weren’t mass-murderers…
Been drawing a LOT of Uncharted-stuff lately (I’m a bit crazy about these games) so had to upload something on this half-dead wall of mine.
I’ve experimenting different designs on the whole cast, figuring out how much dot-eyes can express stuff etc., (especially eye directions are funny/weirdly challenging to do). I Like drawing out small scenes in my head (though I have NO idea what’s going on) but it’s so fun! Almost feel like animating again :)
a/n: my new years resolution hasn’t failed! depending how i feel tomorrow, y’all might have more than two fics this month *yay* but anyways, i’m finally uploading a fic !! thank you to everyone who stuck around, it really means a lot to me. thank you to holly for getting me through tough times and dragging me by the ear to make me happy again. i hope you guys enjoy this cute lil fic as i had fun writing it. IT’S SO CUTE PLS ENJOY IT <3
Whoa, I almost forgot I had these Detentionaire drawings lying around in my files. I made them a few month ago, when my twin and I rewatched the whole show (maybe like back in July???) Anyway I thought I better upload them before they fall into oblivion again. :’D
(Actually I also drew Cam, Brandy, and Lynch too but I didn’t color them yet and I don’t know if I ever will).
Alright, so I used to be completely in love with ‘Phineas and Ferb’ back in the day, I’d watch every new episode that came out and I aspired to be like Phineas, positive, optimist and intelligent. I loved all the characters and after many years of watching this amazing show it ended. To this day I still love the show.
Milo Murphy’s Law is a fairly new show on Disney, made by the same creators as Phineas and Ferb. Going into this show, I really wasn’t expecting to like it as much as I do. I have become obsessed with the show and characters, especially Milo and his outgoing/optimistic personality!
The show is so cute and inspiring!
I can’t wait to see more of it! I’m glad to be a part of this growing fandom, especially since it has so many familiar faces from the pnf fandom! I had a lot of fun cosplaying Milo, I’ll be uploading more photos very soon and I can’t wait to do it again in the future!
I have a few more selfies I wanna post but take this for now~! I had my friend Kat take some very nice shots of me at the con too ^^, so I’ll upload those later once they are edited. Again thanks to @neckfruits for letting me become Leia ;-;
Requested. | Not my gif.| I started classes again so I’ll be uploading imagines more late. So please be patient!
Since you walked into school this morning, your head was just spinning. You weren’t feeling good at all. Ever since your little fight with Stiles last night made you upset and today was no different. You have been ignoring Stiles ever since.
“I can’t take it anymore” you mumbled to yourself.
You had enough. Three hours of school was enough for you. Your head wouldn’t stop spinning and it was getting harder to avoid Stiles. As everyone was going to their class you were heading out the door.
You got into your car and left the parking lot. It wasn’t until you drove for a couple minutes that you couldn’t’ drive. Your head was hurting you and you couldn’t focus on your driving. You ended up stopping at the first street you past. You went to go lay down in the backdseat to rest for a while.
All day Stiles tried to find his girlfriend in school but no luck. He was sitting in his last class for the day and stared at the empty desk in front of him where you usually sit. Stiles wanted to apologize for yelling at you. He felt bad after you ran out the house.
“Any luck?” Scott whispered behind Stiles. “No” Stiles sighed. “I texted her a million times by now” “Class is almost over. You can check her place” Scott stated.
Stiles hopes that she’s at home if not then something bad must have happened to her. As soon as the bell rang Stiles ran out the classroom. When he was driving to your house he ran a few red lights. In no time he arrived at your house.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
“C’mon” Stiles mumbled.
Your mom had answered the door with an annoyed expression.
“What’s wrong with you, Stiles?” Mrs. (Y/L/N) asked. “Is (Y/N) home yet?” Stiles asked. “No, Is something going on?” She raised her eyebrow. “Oh uh” Stiles had to come up with a lie. “I was just wondering if she still went to the mall with Lydia. If she hadn’t then I would come over” “Well, she’s not home which means she’s with Lydia” She stated. “Right. Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” Stiles nodded. “Goodbye Stiles” She shut the door.
Stiles couldn’t believe that she wasn’t home. What if something bad happened to you? All he can remember that argument about helping you but wouldn’t let her. Stiles got back in his Jeep and began driving home. Maybe he can get Scott to track you down.
When Stiles turned into his street he immediately saw your car parked. He quickly ran to your car.
“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Stiles yelled.
As he reached your car he noticed you in the back seat asleep. He opened the door and woke you up.
“Stiles?” you said groggily. “(Y/n), I was worried sick about you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Stiles asked. “Stiles I’m fine” You got out of the car. “My head was hurting so I decided to rest for a bit” “Thank god you’re okay” Stiles wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so sorry” “Stiles” you wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s okay”
Stiles and you headed to his place so you can rest some more. You were happy being with Stiles again. The both of you hated being away from each other. The both of you agreed to text each other when their upset with another.
Hello everyone! It’s been a while again, and we’ve gotten a whole lot of questions about the new Christmas DLC and whether we’ll be translating things like the main menu voice clips and the ringtones. So here are some quick answers:
Will you be translating the Christmas DLC stuff?
I had the most ridiculous time with getting the audio (things not working, then working without sound, then not working again, etc etc), but I was finally able to solve the problem this morning. I now have all of the main menu clips and the bonus text/email/ringtones queued up for translation by our lovely team.
Will you be uploading the audio here?
We still have yet to receive a reply to my email, though it’s been quite a while so I may email Cheritz again to ask about it. Hopefully we’ll get the go-ahead and can post the accompanying audio with the translated text.
If you can’t post the audio, how will you post the translations?
We’ll make a text post for the text tones, email tones, and ringtones, and a post for the main menu audio with the characters’ names and the translation of what they say beneath it. That’s not too much of a problem for the text/email/ringtones, though you won’t be able to match what you hear the characters say in the main menu to the translation if you don’t know Korean, unfortunately, as it is random.
Also on that note, as with the Halloween update each character has exactly three different voice clips on the main menu.
Hey, do you know how to [insert question about Xmas DLC here]?
We’re not a question-answer blog on all things MysMe, so you should probably ask a different blog. I take general MysMe questions on my other blog @zentherainbowunicorn, though I haven’t played through all the Christmas DLC yet so you’ll either have to wait for an answer or can ask another blog, as well. Thank you!
A supposed Titan-Pokemon series tied to this Beast Boy and Ditto art I did last year that I’m scrapping and starting over some other time.
These are old and I literally had to redo Robin’s and Starfire’s part three and four times respectively to satisfy myself. I’m incredibly annoyed by it and this TTG! chibi style just ain’t cutting it for me anymore to continue Cyborg’s part and have to make it look the same. Again, these are old, I can’t do that. (Notice how Robin is not so chibi because I had finished him latest.)
But here, I’m uploading these anyway because I know some of you were looking forward to these. Just… take them.