Do you guys know that feeling when you begin to ship two characters together. It starts out small. You see fan art occasionally, but that’s really it. Then you go into the tags. You tell yourself you’re not getting yourself worked up like last time. Last time was horrible. You were an emotional potato. But you keep digging in places you know you shouldn’t be digging in. For the love of God, remember last time! Then you reblog a fan art pic of them kissing. No harm in that, it’s just a nice pic. But then you reblog another, then another. Soon after tumblr is suggesting blogs of them for you to follow. You figure, no harm in following a few blogs. And now you see all the fan’s headcanons, canon and fan theories on your dash. But then you see that someone has reblogged a fanfic. You figure, no harm in reading this. After you’re done reading it, you decide to look up some more fics of them. And you feel fine, great actually, until it’s 3 am and you know you should be going to bed to rest for that 8 am exam you have in the morning, but instead you’re staying up to read a 32 chapter au story. It consumes you, it destroys you.
I was tagged by @mvbsva, thank you so much!
Rules: list 5 otp’s from 5 fandoms and tag 10 people
•Regan (The Walking Dead)
•Mclennon (The Beatles fandom) Yes John Lennon and Paul McCartney were in love, if you don’t believe it just check out @mclennonwasreal (some free promo because I love your blog Marco)
•Mileven (Stranger Things)
•Froger (Queen fandom). I just ship Freddie and Roger idk
•Amelia x Pacino (El Ministerio Del Tiempo, Spanish show lmao)
Professor Scamander and the Horned Serpent – Chapter 2
Scamander has agreed to teach briefly at Ilvermorny, following the school’s
decision to allow him to lecture the students about magical creatures as an
elective class. Here he meets a girl in her final year, who belongs to the scholarly
house of Horned Serpent. She drives Newt crazy, and the two get into a lot of
mischief behind the backs of both the students and staff.
Pairing: Next Scamander x Reader
Word Count: 1346
Warnings: Large age gap between characters (Newt is around 30,
reader is 18)
A/n: this is so damn fun to write! also, please let me know if you would life to be tagged in future chapters :)
“Amelia?” You called out to the group of girls waiting outside of
the classroom. You seemingly appeared out of nowhere, startling the girls.
Amelia emerged from the group, smiling brightly at you.
“You made it! How’re things going with the time turner?” She
“It’s a bit tricky, but I’m sure I’ll get the hand of it.” You
sighed, tired from all the classes you had already been to today. You had been
to twice as many as the average student. Luckily, Professor Scamander’s class
was your final one for the day. The door creaked open, and the tall man beckoned
for the students to enter.
The room had tall ceilings, with a swirling pool of smoke at the
top, projecting faint images of magical creatures, great and small. You hastily
brought out your notebooks and quill as you sat at a desk, as well as the
issued textbook, Fantastic Beasts and
Where to Find Them, written by none other but Scamander himself. The room
looked more like a lecture theatre compared to your other classes, probably for
the reason that there would be little practical work allowed. This fact was
enough to make most students reluctant to join the class, because it meant a
lot of reading and writing was involved, compared to their other, more
interactive subjects. You loved this type of studying, so it didn’t bother you
much, but it did trouble you that since this condition was off-putting to most
students, it meant only the most relentless Scamander obsessed girls signed on
for the class. You could only really spot one boy in the class as your eyes navigated
around the room, but he was eyeing Mr. Scamander like a piece of meat, so no
hope there. There was another girl you recognised from your own house, and you
knew she was probably another person here with the intent of just learning. Apart
from her, everyone else in the class seemed to be there with impure motives,
making you roll your eyes exasperatedly.
I’ve finally been arting regularly again for the first time in about 5 years. Ain’t that something.
I’ve also realised I’ve been living in denial. I don’t have 3 space wives, I have 4. Been crushing on this wonderful alien cat captain since I was a kid, god damn. So I watched Treasure Planet and drew space wife #4