Honest to god why is so much steampunk literature shit. You have this fantastic genre of exaggerated innovation and near limitless possibilities for expansion with a really cool aesthetic and all you can come up with is “boy it sure is good being a White British Explorer. Colonialism? …Never heard of it.”
OK but what about Hermione Granger looking through Hogwarts: a History and seeing young Newt Scamander among the greats that have attended Hogwarts in the past and having a weird crush on him bc wow bye
NEW SCAMANDER REALIZING HE HAS A HIGHLY DEBILITATING CRUSH ON YOU WOULD INCLUDE…
+ he’d talk to his creatures about you + like, he’d ask them for advice and one time Jacob walks in on it and stares for a long moment before slowly backing away… + clumsy Newt + but like, newt is always clumsy so no one notices + but Queenie would obviously figure it out and purposefully try and get you two alone + nervous, fidgety Newt + but still, that’s super common so no one notices + whenever you guys are together Picket tries to mime that Newt loves you + but Newt always shoves him back into his pocket, speaking to Picket very quickly, his British accent increasing tenfold + even Tina knows but she doesn’t get involved + because, like, she doesn’t really care and love is beyond her anyway + but like, we all know Newt is the biggest cinnamon roll ever + and it shows + and he also seems to have some kind of psychic ability? + like, he knows you better than everyone else + that’s the power of observation + he knows all of your favorite restaurants and what you get there + he can tell when you don’t like something but are trying to be polite + he can tell when you’re hiding something + because let’s be honest, you’re terrible at keeping secrets + but he never says anything + he has the cutest smiles when you walk into the room + and you know he tries to hide them by looking down or suddenly finding interest in potted plants + and when you leave his eyes grow twice their size and he looks so much like a tiny puppy it’s insane + and you know he likes to watch you interact with animals + but not in a creepy way + and when you catch him staring you comment on it and he stumbles over his words + and you think it’s so cute + and like, Newt blushes + hardcore + anytime anything happens ever + and you think it’s so cute + and like, you constantly ask him what color his eyes are + and sometimes he pretends that it annoys him + but deep down it makes him so happy + because you actually stare at his eyes long enough to care about what color they are + and when you find out what his full name is, you always use it + and he secretly thinks it’s the cutest thing ever + and when I say secretly, we all know it’s not a secret + like, he blushes and everyone knows + but everyone pretends like it’s normal + and like, you know that Newt likes you after two weeks + and you know he won’t do anything about it + so you have to break the ice + and you wait for the perfect moment to do so, but while you wait you’re super awkward too + and one day he’s talking about going back to England to publish his book + “Please don’t go.” + “What?” + “Don’t leave me.” + and he looks at you with a pained and confused look and you pull him into a huge hug + “I love you.” + and then Queenie, Tina, and Jacob come rushing in with party poppers yelling “YAAAASSSSSS”
Request: I was listening to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis himself and I couldn’t help but think about Newt while listening to it idk its such a Newt song and then i thought of you and well, it sounds like a possible fic idea ;) ;) I know you have so many requests but i just wanted to put this out there, also to tell you that these kinds of songs remind me of Newt and then you and your amazing stories. Anyway, have a good day!
Newt’s quill scratches against the parchment and he mumbles words under his breath, reading over his manuscript. Thunder outside rumbles, raindrops thump against the glass panes, and you plod over to Newt, dropping into the open spot next to him. He hardly notices as your forearm brushes his lightly, or the way you hum softly before tapping the back of his hand.
“Yes?” He mumbles, eyes still scanning over his messy handwriting.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?” The word is distracted, his attention only half on you. This manuscript is important. He’s almost finished editing his chapter on bowtruckles and other leafy beasts; best friend or not, he doesn’t want to pause his work until he gets through the last page of it.
“Why do mooncalves only emerge during full moons?”
He doesn’t look up from the parchment. “They have an affinity for it.”
“But why?” You question, resting your chin in one hand as you play with the leaf of a potted plant sitting on the table.
Newt glances up at you, wary. “You really want to know?”
You nod, lips puckered in confusion as the leaf turns a shade of blue.
His heart twists, chest warming as he sets down his quill, and Newt shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden change of his heart’s rhythm. “It’s only a theory right now.”
You meet his eyes and smile. “That’s all right. I’d still like to hear what you think.”
Newt tries to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Could it wait a couple of minutes? I’ve almost finished here.”
“I’ll wait.” You say it with another smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.
Though he was unaware of it, Newt has been on the precipice of falling for quite some time. Only a lack of free time had prevented him from considering this, considering asking you on a date. It would really only take a gesture, a small nudge, to knock him off that cliff, to convince him to ask you out.
Your soft squeeze of his arm is that nudge.
He lifts his quill again, throat dry, fully prepared to edit more, but Newt can’t tear his eyes away from the gentle slope of your nose or the way you narrow your eyes at the color-changing leaf.
Three pages of the chapter still need to be edited, but Newt flips the notebook shut, taking a deep breath, praying the strange feeling will disappear after a good night’s rest. “The moon’s a signal to them.”
I work out and go to work every day On the weekends, I go to the movies I visit the bookstore and get sucked into books And my heart flutters at the strange worlds A life like this really seems nice I’m living a good life but why –
I’m so lonely, tears come into my eyes My life is so fantastic but Lonliness comes and asks me Are you really happy at this moment?
I answer – I’m so lonely What is the reason for my existence? What is love? I’m so curious I am in love but I’m still lonely What is life? Why is it so lonely?
I told myself I would stop doodling these two on my breaks.
I have no self-restraint.
So here’s another small headcanon for you: I imagine that Cole is actually the one who has the hair skills and Mouse usually gives no cares about how messy his own hair is. But because Cole’s always getting dirty, all those showers make his hair reeeaaaally soft and Mouse likes to braid it for him~ @hootsweets
Again, would have sent this privately over Hexcomic.com but welp… I’m technologically challenged and still can’t figure it out. Yay~
I think to myself sometimes like “is Bam and Yugyeom still those silly kids or are they all grown up now.” Then they had a full minute of meme dancing in today’s episode. Glad to see yugbam still alive and memeing well :]