where do you find them

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MACUSA’S MOST WANTED  : GRINDELWALD’S FOLLOWERS. 

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“Regarded as the world authority on magical creatures, Newt Scamander is the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which has been an approved textbook at Hogwarts since its publication in 1927 and can be found in most wizarding households.”

Once Finn found a poem Poe wrote about him.

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IN A WORLD where Grindelwald never came to New York–or at least hasn’t yet–how did Credence Barebone become Percival Graves’ apprentice?  What about that pesky Obscurus?  And why is there a unicorn in this photoset?

READ and FIND OUT in the incredibly AU adventures of two wizards (falling) in love.

On AO3:  The Standard Book of Spells (32k, complete)

Chapter 8:  Wand-lighting Charm (Reprise)

Happy Birthday Colin Farrell | 31/5

What a guy. I was just going to sketch the man himself, but then some of his characters ended up there too! Graves because Percival Graves, and Stu because Phone Booth is a film I saw way before I knew who Colin Farrell was, but it’s been in my mind for 10+ years.
Art blog: questionartbox

An idea I have for a fic:

  • Modern day AU (OBVIOUSLY, have you met me?)
  • Credence is working in a witch supply shop (will have to research what these are called idk)
  • He doesn’t believe in magic or anything, he just needs the money
  • The shop is owned by this old woman who swears she’s psychic and so there’s a tarot reading sign on the door
  • A MAN (NEWT) walks in and asks for his tarot to be read
  • Newt is cute
  • Credence is smitten
  • Credence doesn’t know a damn thing about tarot but he can bluff this
  • Especially if it means talking to cute Newt for a good few minutes
  • So he gets out the deck and shuffles it and I would research this but I feel if I don’t know what I’m doing it adds realism to Credence not knowing what he’s doing
  • He lays out the cards and he doesn’t know what they’re all called so he’s reading them and trying to make up a story
  • Newt wants to know what his future holds
  • Credence tells him some pretty bland stuff and he can see Newt’s shoulders slumping
  • So he says “OH! You’re going to fall in love! It says here!”
  • And Newt perks right up
  • “When?”
  • And Credence bites his lip, and surreptitiously checks his watch
  • “Around 2:46pm today”
  • Newt checks his watch
  • “That’s now”
  • “Huh”
  • “You got that all from the cards?”
  • “Yeah, that’s my job, I tarot read, that’s my job”
  • “Okay, because I was told by the old woman who normally reads my cards to come here at this precise time to get my tarot read and she does it very differently”
  • “And what did she say?”
  • “That I’d fall in love. At around 2:46pm”

I may write this idk I just really like confident!Credence and dumb fluffy situations. If you want to write it instead, inbox me and let me read it when you’re doneeee. <3

"It's for the city, Eric..."

A bit of back story:
I’m the dm for my newly started group, and im starting each player with a solo session to get them use to the world and to give them a good grounds for how they got together. When I got to the rogue’s session he was having a blast. He started with looking for a bounty for a smuggler and found out that his bounty was apart of a crew that found “Black Dust” (Gunpowder) and the smuggler lost it all.
He then goes to his contact who is a sadistic slave owner, whom he got out of trouble with his own bounty with the help of the rogue, and saw him torture a pair of elf slaves who were sisters (This is important later on he found out). And something about the rogue, he likes to give his victims three options, the first is to turn them in for the alive bounty, the second is to collect dead bounty, and the last is to hide the person with the bounty for double the price.

Anyway, so the main adventure is done, and the rogue helped out a famous pirate captain with finding his lost blackdust, this is them talking in the captain’s office.

Dragonborn Captain: “Right, so here is ye payment. Have to say boy, you really helped us out.”

Half-elf Rogue: “It’s no big deal, I got my payment that’s all that matters.”

DC: “Indeed, but before you go, I have something to ask of ye.”

HR: “Hm? Sure, what is it?”

DC: “You see, I was adopted into a half-elf family… I haven’t seen my two sisters in sometime, and I be worried.”

HR: (Worried about where this is going.) “…I- I see… I suppose i can try to find them… do you know where they were last?”

DC: “On this island actually, they went to work as models for this one painter named (Contact’s name), I’ve been meaning to see them myself but with all this business as of late…”

HR: (Sweating like a pig) “Oh…. um… I don’t know the guy, i’ll be happy to look around for them… But, just a question, what would you do if you found out that something happened to them…?”

DC: (Without missing a beat and way to cheerfully) “Oh, just raid the city in search for the bastard and murder anyone who got in my way, nothing too drastic.”

Later on, after the Rogue found his contact’s place and found out one of the sisters was dead, the other missing a leg.

HR: “Shit! Do you know where Eric (Contact) is?”

Slave: “W-why? P-please don’t tell me you’re here to torture me too…”

HR: “No! Your brothe-”

Eric: “FRIEND! It’s good to see you again! I knew you wanted some blood shed on this worthless piece of meat!”

A long pause, with the Rogue just staring at his contact.

HR: “Eric, I have three options for you…”

Eric, who knows what’s going on when he says that: “… Friend, please, i’ll pay you double…”

HR: “I kinda lied about the third option this time.”

Eric: “Why, you know i’m good on the money!”

HR: “IT’S FOR THE CITY, ERIC. I FUCKING LIVE HERE!”