#squish that newt

[crvngefrvll]

GUYSSSSSS Can you all like COMPILE some CANON NEWTMAS-CODED LINES IN THE THREE BOOKS (Or generally book dialogue/lines in TMR THAT SCREAMS "NEWTMASSSSS") AND PUT IT LIKE IN A PDF OR SOMETHING????? I PHYSICALLY NEED THIS. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

(ORRR just comment down this post, PLEASE I'M THAT DESPERATE 😔🙏

And also, no offense to Newt and Thomas, but I have had both guy and girl friends, and WE DO NOT talk and look at eachother LIKE THAT unless we are in love or have a crush on eachother 😔😔😔🫶🫶🫶🫶

[foxglovecove]

Newt stop bothering the Kaiju hindbrain and go do your work

[flock-talk]

Your average parrot person at any given time

[just-a-casual-newtasaur]

Bedrooms I think tmr characters would have:

Thomas

- Pikachu plush is definitely from either Newt or Minho’s.

- This guy has so many pairs of shoes even though he only wears one pair all the time.

- The wood floor and blinds just scream teenager Thomas.

Newt

- Lot of blankets and pillows.

- Lot of greenery: fake vines, but I can also see him having real spider plants.

-Definitely soft toys, probably several teddies from Thomas.

-Guitar in one corner and lots of music posters: probs Nirvana or My Chemical Romance.

-Very cluttered in a cosy way.

-Pride flag in the room somewhere.

-BOOKS!!

Minho

-He would defiantly have a stolen stop sign/street sign or convex mirror.

-Yellow walls and checkered rug.

-Tons of funko pops and old magazines.

-Drum kit and probably a random ukulele he got for Christmas and doesn’t even know how to play.

-Some Queen poster + sport shirts on the walls.

Brenda

-Lots of LEDs.

-Probably quite a few squish mallows and books.

-Some kind of dreamcatcher or astronomy poster.

-DVD, CD and record players + tons of vinyl.

-Probs a pride flag too.

-Lots of posters all over the walls.

-Wavy mirror.

Gally

-Probably had a single bed thinking it would stop Minho trying to sleep in his room but it only made Minho snuggle closer.

-Sports and band posters.

-Dumbbells or fitness equipment of some kind.

-Carpet floor and ceiling fan.

-CDs but no CD player so he has to use Brenda’s which led to their weekly music listening, gossiping and bullying Thomas’ idiocy session.

(I’ll do a part two if y’all like this :))

(Sorry I haven’t been posting much)

[thatlittlecritter]

the over-hyping of Newt

I sometimes think that Newt's death is over-hyped (is that the right term?) because he's a conventionally attractive male, like if someone like Frypan for example died the same way, or if Newt wasn't played by Thomas Brodie-Sangster, would the fandom still be as distraught?

I mostly think this because of how many Newt fans I've encountered that solely like him because he's 'hot' and are ready to jump anyone who says they won't lay down their lives for him. I've seen so many posts of people feining over him, not because they like his character, but because they want to bang him

Like it was a sad scene don't get me wrong, but would people care about it as much if a different actor was casted? I know it's hard to imagine but it's always been something in the back of my brain

I love Newt as a character, he contributes a lot of the story and plays a pretty big role, but I feel a lot of him gets squished into such a tiny box and he isn't examined enough

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Anthropocene Magazine:

The question isn’t “Why did the salamander cross the road?” It’s “Why did the salamander cross UNDER the road?”

The answer: To get to the other side without being squished by a car.

For salamanders and other amphibians, like so much wildlife, roads are no joke – not even a bad one. For creatures who migrate between the water and the surrounding forest, the effects can be particularly lethal. Each spring, adult frogs, newts and salamanders will move en masse from their wooded homes to nearby ponds and streams to mate and lay eggs. If a road lies in their path, the results are predictable.

Residents of of Monkton, a small town in the far outskirts of Vermont’s largest city, Burlington, witnessed a cruel example in the spring of 2006 on a town road that cuts between uplands and water. “They counted over a thousand dead animals on the road in just two nights,” said Brittany Mosher, an ecologist at the University of Vermont (UVM) in Burlington.

Instead of just shaking their heads and muttering about the damn traffic, locals got busy. Led by Monkton resident and state wildlife biologist Steve Parren, neighbors, state officials, university scientists and environmental groups collaborated to build a possible solution: Two 1.5 meter-wide concrete tunnels were built beneath the road, amphibious underpasses meant to give these creatures a safe route when they felt the stirrings of spring.

But would they work? That’s where this project stands out. In recent years, technical fixes to reduce road-crossing carnage have become increasingly common. That includes motion-sensitive warning lights at elk crossings and large, animal-friendly overpasses or tunnels. But the long-term outcomes often aren’t measured or only after the infrastructure is built, missing the rigor of studies comparing what happened before and after.

Not so in Monkton. There, for 12 years volunteers and UVM scientists spent rainy spring nights surveying parts of a 1.3 kilometer stretch of road to count amphibians, both alive and dead. Five years of that work happened before the underpasses opened.

Those spring forays revealed what amphibian advocates had been hoping for. In places where the tunnels and adjoining concrete “wings” were installed, the body count fell by 80%. Among amphibians that aren’t adept at climbing trees (or small concrete walls), the effect was even greater, with a 94% drop in deaths. “It was surprising. I knew that underpasses would work, but I didn’t think they would be that effective,” said Matthew Marcelino, an ecologist at UVM and lead author of a new paper describing the results in the Journal for Nature Conservation.

The tunnels, it turned out, weren’t only for frogs and salamanders. Wildlife cameras captured black bear, bobcats and porcupines crossing beneath the road as well.

That doesn’t mean the problem was completely solved. While deaths of climbing amphibians, especially tiny frogs known as spring peepers, fell by 74%, it wasn’t statistically significant. Distressingly, the total number of dead amphibians didn’t improve in buffer zones on either side of the tunnels, as well as sections of the road further from the tunnels.

[heartach3d]

can't help myself!

newt x reader

not requested I just saw a MASTER edit and started like spazzing out and stuff do anyone does that idk but it might be woerf but I'm joy weird I promise ❤️(also today's the 19th and I reread this and it's kinda weird! Like me weird tho not like bad weird)

830 words

greenie night!!

I love it. mainly the reason I can get a little more than tipsy and no one bat an eye.

and I always try to ignore the fact that I have to get up in the morning and deal with my killer headache while working!

that should be like a rule in the Glade like after the bonfire no one works or something but that would probably be bad now that I'm really thinking about it.

still haven't met the greenie yet but that's okay he'll probably be some asshole anyway.

I had already drank half of the bottle I had in my hand. sometimes gally makes it actually drinkable but most times its not.

walking around the place, looking for someone to talk to was tiring. I mean everyone has their own clique type thing so I talk to anyone who is able to.

I don't think I really have one. I mean I just hang out with newt most the time obviously. I don't mind it one bit so I've gone to looking for him now.

I cant take my mind off him at all sometimes. I mean his hair and his face are just perfect sometimes I wonder where he gets the idea to being going on with me. probably the fact I'm the only girl here actually.

but anyway I saw newt and some guy sitting next to him behind a log after walking past minho. minho was cool, I mean I liked him but I never really talked to him.

I heard him and the new guy talking as I got closer and sat down. I just realized how cold it really was, considering I was still in my clothes from earlier which was shorts and a tank.

the cold tickly feeling from the grass on my legs wasn't helping either since I knew it was just gonna make me all itchy later.

I suddenly felt knocking on my head and I looked over at newt like he was crazy. "I called your name like twice" after he saw my reaction he finally explained himself and I realized why he did it.

"sorry"

"hey it's alright, have you met the new greenie yet?" he asked and I shook my head no before bending froward a little to see past newt and waved at the greenie.

"my names y/n nice to meet you greenie" putting my hand out in front of me I shook his hand with a nice grip before returning to my spot.

I wigged some of my drink and drank a good amount before placing it down on the grass between us.

out of my peripheral vision I saw the new guys eyes widen at my action but I didn't really care too much.

I turned back and looked behind me as newt was, to see what he was looking at and what was going on.

I saw all the commotion going on as gally started his fighting ring. I didn't really like gally he was an ass with a low temper.

"you should go over there if you want to, we'll catch up later" newt said turning to the new guy, I guess he saw him looking over there or something so he just nodded before standing up and walking over.

"how you've been hm?" I stopped looking at the new guy walk away and turned back to newt.

I smiled as our eyes met and he mirrored it. I noticed in the moment that my head was already pounding but didn't care.

too much was on my mind anyway.

I grabbed newts face with my hand and squished his cheeks together to insinuate a kiss before pulling away.

"I've been fine. just walking around and stuff I guess I don't know." I let my hand wonder down his face and to the hair on the back of his neck, twisting it together slightly

"yeah? walking doin what?"

"I was trying to find you and I did so I'm happy now"

before he said anything else I cut him off by speaking again "your so cute" cut off by a hiccup you continue on "I don't know how I'm left with you"

I whisper the last part while tracing his jaw looking damn well mesmerized while staring at him.

"I think the alcohol has finally gotten to you" he whispered back and I laughed lightly nodding my head in agreement.

"yeah my heads killing me" i look over slightly at the little circle getting bigger and bigger before I realize the new guys getting thrown in there.

"hey newt" tilting my eyes to look at him as I wait for his response "yeah baby what's wrong" he asks looking mesmerized at me.

"isn't that the new guy"

that catches his attention as he looks over to where my vision is and curses under his breath.

"yeah maybe we should go over there now"

alright this like point of view is supposed to be like my mind pov idk? I just wrote what was in my mind for this and some moments I may have dragged random shit too much so, sorry for that but my head started killing me half way through this so it sucks ❤️😆

finished 3/12/25

[zer0brainc3lls]

I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long

story summary: Thomas struggles with heart wrenching loneliness. this manifests in this dreams through blonde hair and touches that never happened. (this drabble is inspired by this post!)

TW LIST: depictions of grief. (if you are struggling with grief please reach out.)

genre: canon compliance, hurt/no comfort. (seriously this is just sad sad sad. no happiness here. you have been warned!)

word count: 971

Thomas found himself in the map room as he did on many days, his hand cramping from writing while his eyes burnt from lack of sleep. If his gaze could burn the maps before him, they would have been in an uproar of fire 3 hours ago. The thought of resting his head, just for a moment, even though he knows the outcome, comes to him and he gives into the impulsive urge as he has many times before. Knowing his future self will scold him for the pain in his neck come daylight. 

He doesn't hear the uneven footsteps enter the room, or the presence behind him. A quiet chuckle fills the room that sounds so distant, yet so calming he doesn't question the source as his eyelids grow heavy. Just as his vision grows dark he feels lean hands rest on his shoulders, he mumbles incoherently as familiar fingers find their way into his hair, rubbing and scratching his scalp softly. 

“How many times do I gotta drag you outta this room, hmm tommy?” Newt’s voice is so far away yet so close, as if the sound came from his own brain instead of the boy's pale lips. The brunette merely hums in response, in his dazed state wishing for the fingers to never leave his tangled hair. A warmth washes over his body, a smile playing on his lips comfortably at the blonde's presence. 

As if that single thought brought the action to life, lean fingers slip away from his head, a grumble of annoyance making Thomas’s throat wobble. He distantly listens as Newt presumably grabs a chair, the chair coming to his left, Newt places himself in said chair and must be facing him, because even as Thomas's arms cover his face he can feel a sad gaze on him. A moment passes in complete silence, Thomas’s gut clenches for some odd reason, somehow knows once the silence is lifted.. Something will happen. 

He lifts his head, Newt in his peripheral vision as he faces forward, Newt resting his head on his arms facing thomas. His cheek squished against his forearm. He sees Newt raise his head, now resting his chin against the palm of his hand. Thomas presses his face back in his own arms, his inside of his arms almost shielding him from whatever near future makes him so sick. Newt rests a hand on the back of Thomas’s neck, his touch soft and gentle, coaxing Thomas’s head to come up.

Thomas sits with his shoulders slumped, his eyes on the incoherent writing in front of him. “I told you to take care of yourself.” Newt says almost as kind as his touch, his scolding light. Thomas can't pull the memory from his brain where Newt would have said that, his chest throbs at the words either way. 

Newt’s hand slips away from Thomas’s nape, his neck feeling much colder as the touch ends. Much to Thomas's delight, Newt cups Thomas's cheek and pulls his face to make Thomas face his gaze. “You need to leave me.” Newt’s words sound drowned, as if they were underwater. Thomas opens his mouth to speak, the words he wishes so desperately to say unable to be vocalized. 

im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry he thought. He doesn't practically know what he's sorry for. 

Newt’s other hand makes its way to the other side of Thomas’s face, the brunette leans into the touch desperately, trying to soak in the feeling. Before he knows it tears spill from his eyes which the blonde wipes away without a second thought, the only thing holding Thomas steady is hands on his face. The only thing that will ever keep him steady. 

Newt came closer, despite the fact how badly Thomas wished to meet him halfway his body seemed to be frozen, he felt frozen. The only thing not impossibly cold being Newt’s hands. Newt brought his lips in between Thomas’s furrowed brows, a shaky sigh escapes Thomas. The kiss is impossibly gentle and lingers for an impossible amount of time, Thomas feels himself slipping from the moment, being pulled away from the oh so lovely feeling of Newt’s hands and lips. 

Newt pulls away, once he does the blonde presses his forehead against Thomas's. “So much guilt, even while you sleep?” 

Thomas opens his eyes and doesn't find blonde hair and freckled skin, he finds darkness and a damp pillow. 

His heart is racing, hammering into his ribs, his breathing no slower. Thomas realizes in his sleep he brought a pillow in between his arms, he stretches his arm out instinctively, reaching out for the warmth of Newt’s body.

…

Oh.

Right. 

It's been almost two weeks since arriving at the safe haven, he almost always wakes up strangling onto something. Whether that be pillows, sheets or his own waist in a quite pathetic manner. He remembers when he used to wake up to a sore back or neck from sleeping in cars and up against walls, even now, in his bed he would give anything to go back because any amount of discomfort would be worth it to wake up to the scent of mint and the feeling of Newt’s warm body against him. 

His chest shakes, his lip wobbles as he tries to fight back a sob. He pulled the pillow closer to his chest and the thought of Newt’s head resting in his lap, smiling up at him with a slightly crooked tooth smile broke the dam. He clenched his eyes shut bringing his legs to his chest, becoming as small as possible as he wept. The forever now carved into his bones chipped deeper and deeper until it felt as if he would never move again, he was forever stuck with stinging eyes and wobbly cries.

Authors Note: yeah i told you this was sad. this was supposed to be a warm up for a night time writing sesh then i got distracted.. ate.. watched youtube.. and suddenly it was 10 o'clock. sorry guys 😭 im sorry i haven't updated any of my wips in weeks.. please take this as a formal apology I'm tryna get back into my writing game :( anyways tell me what you think (if your not sobbing to hard like our boy thomas here. bro cannot catch a break.)

(anyone interested in my compass IT IS NOT ABANDONED. I PROMISE. also expect rage filled Newt next chapter hehehehe)

[bedoballoons]

MASTERLIST

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FLUFF:

♡ Multi character X Reader: Characters giving the reader a baby gift

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader has a suitcase like newts

♡ Lyney X Reader: Lyney has a flirting battle and confesses to the reader

♡ Multi character X Reader: The reader loves forehead kisses

♡ Wanderer X F! Reader: He's squishing her cheeks to tease her

♡ Zhongli X M! Reader: Watching the first snowfall together

♡ Albedo X Reader: Albedos birthday

♡ Freminet X Reader: Freminets birthday

♡ Kazuha X Reader: Kazuha birthday

♡ Thoma X Reader: Thomas birthday

♡ Multi Yandere character X Reader: No one showed up to the readers birthday but the character was there to help

♡ Sumeru boys X Reader: The boys leave for only a few minutes and reader automatically calls them to come back cause they miss them

♡ Multi character X Reader: Calling the characters beautiful

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader likes to play with characters fingers

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader is like a china glass doll

♡ Bennett X Reader: Reader has goodluck that cancels out Bennett's bad luck

♡ Multi character X Mechanic Reader: Character keeps breaking things so the reader will show up to fix them

♡ Multi character X Reader: Reader has a very calming personality

♡ Zhongli X Reader: Teaching the reader how to use chopsticks

ANGST:

☪︎ Anemo boys X Reader: They have night terrors and wake up to you not being there, (fluff at the end)

☪︎ Multi character X Reader: The reader seems happy on outside but in reality is hiding so much pain

☪︎ Multi character X Mitsuri like Reader part 3: The reader gets confronted by their ex who called them horrible names and weight shamed them

☪︎ Multi character X Reader: Character thinks the reader left them PT1

☪︎ Multi character X Reader: Reader thinks the character left them PT2

☪︎ Fontaine characters X Reader: Fontainian Reader takes a splash of seawater to save the character

NSFW:

✩ Multi character X Reader: What it would be like if it was the readers first time, gentle or...

✩ Multi character X Reader: They react to the reader having nipple/clit piercings

✩ Neuvillette X Wife reader: She gives him paizuri

✩ Multi character X Dom! Afab Reader: Reverse size kink

✩ Multi character X Reader: Dom characters, sub afab reader

✩ Multi character X Bottom Male! Reader

✩ Multi character X afab! Reader: Intentionally making them fail NNN Part 1

✩ Multi character X F! Reader: Intentionally making them fail NNN Part 2

✩ Multi character X Afab Reader: Intentionally making them fail NNN Part 3

✩ Cyno X Reader: Reader likes his legs

✩ Multi character X Kitsune Reader: Reader traps them in interesting positions

✩ Switch Kaeya X Reader: Readers teasing him and then he turns it around

OTHER:

𑁍 Lyney X F! Reader: Reader is a inventor and they flirt

𑁍 Lyney X GN! Reader: Lyney has become a cat boy desperate for the readers attention

𑁍 Multi character X F! Reader: Reader is a Oni

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Reader likes to crack their back and it scares their partner

𑁍 Tighnari X Reader: To the song Betty by Taylor Swift

𑁍 Childe X F! Reader: La Signora hated Childe and the sisters didn't get along so spicy makeout after her funeral just to spite her

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Reader has a SCP 999

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Characters find out reader is a werewolf

𑁍 Tsundere Wanderer X Tsundere Reader

𑁍 Multi character X Reader: Readers body runs hotter than most

𑁍 Yandere Wriothesley X Reader: Reader almost died and now Wrio is overly protective/possessive

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[liliumsabyss]

heyy! could you do a newt (film newt) x male reader storyy that takes place after the opening scene in the third film and they're sitting together on the beach talking about everything in the world they've missed out on (and like staring into the open ocean) when the reader decides to finally tell newt he loves him after putting it off for months :))

Don’t go

Newt(TMR) x male reader

Minor angst to Fluff

Word Count: 1.168k

Tw: Normal Maze Runner stuff

A/n: First thing is it leans more towards gender neutral however considering the whole concept of the maze runner by logic the reader would be male. Second matter is sorry I just dropped off the face of the earth a lot of shit happened but im back and this request has gotten me even more motivated to write again so thank you have an amazing day/night<3

Update: I made a sort of prequel to this its here if you want to read!

The normal winds of the world they had seen had been softened to a light cool breeze that brushed past their bruised and cut skin providing relief to the higher temperatures of the world. Sitting on the sand with your legs bent in front of you, your head gently rested against your knees, your right cheek being squished as you stared at the beautiful blonde in front of you. His eyes remained focused at the ocean in a soft stare, he was talking, you could see his mouth moving, your brain just couldn’t figure out what he was saying. You caught bits and pieces here and there. Something about…missing? Majority of the time you would listen to every word Newt said grasping onto every word he said like it was the water to a man dying of thirst. He was brilliant absolutely brilliant when he spoke, just now you were struck with reality. The reality was that you loved him, you loved him with all your heart and you so so many times had wanted to tell him but you were too cowardly to ever do so and now either of you could die at any minute. Every second now you were scared to die without telling him, whether it was for yourself or for him to know that someone out there has loved him you weren't sure. The thoughts swirled your head as you stared intensely at him. You were able to catch a few more of his words, he was talking about everything you've missed out on in the world, he sounded…sad? No, not sad. He sounded bittersweet, his head eventually turned towards you, his eyes catching the gleam of the sun making them appear much more shiny than usual. He looked so so beautiful, inexplicably beautiful. That's when the words tumbled out of your mouth, you only heard them after you had said them all watching Newt's face taken aback. “I love you” the three words that would ruin your relationship with him, I mean why would he why would he love you as far as you were aware he wouldn’t like someone like you,  just look at his face that wasn't the face of someone who reciprocated not like you even thought he would but it stung and so you did what this world has taught you most to do and you fled. You scrambled up onto your feet in a clumsy panicked motion similar to an animal cornered. You turned around wildly ready to sprint off, to where you weren't sure you weren’t even sure you were thinking in the first place you just couldn’t stand to see what he was to say. A hand reached up grabbing your arm tightly tugging gently but swiftly at it, your turned your head to look down your eyes meeting Newt's, his face filled with worry, his eyes shone in the light and his lips were slightly parted as if they were about to speak. He stood on his knees with most of his weight on his one leg to make him more stable against his weaker leg, his one arm was stretched up grabbing right below your elbow firm enough to cause you to stop but gentle enough to not hurt his other hand had grabbed yours.

“ Did you mean it?” Newt questioned his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“ I,” you started pausing in hesitation searching his eyes back for an explanation “ Yes.”

“ Then don’t go, not without letting me say anything first, please” He pleaded towards you and you did a small nod to let him speak.

“ I love you, I love you so much.” He stated simply as if it was as easy to understand as a fact. 

That's when both of you realised that either one of you had done everything but say it. From the moments like when you helped with the pain in his leg, to when you saved him from a crank by full on tackling the crank stabbing it in the head multiple times, or even just listened to his little rants and info dumps, meanwhile he had showed his through bandaging every cut and scrape you’ve gotten, to when he shielded you from the bullets that WICKED rained down upon the group as you escaped, or even how when you inevitably would fall asleep at the bonfires he would carry you to your bed and tuck you in. Of course there was so much more just both of you had never had the words till now…actually that wasn’t quite true. You had tried to tell him before it just never felt right, in fact everything in the maze had felt wrong but that was probably to do with the fact you were in a psychotic social experiment and not Newt. Newt on the other hand never tried or planned to tell you nor was he ever going to till now the only times he ever got close were on accident in passing moments when he couldn't help admire you just ineffably you. The closest he got was when you tackled the crank that was just on the verge of biting him, he was terrified for you, why had you done something so so stupid you were willing to subject yourself to the possibility of becoming a monster for him and that would have been his worst fear come true. It didn’t but he could still remember how your future flashed before his eyes, the awful awful image of your eyes slowly turning into a black void, dark blood spilling from your mouth, your veins showing off the changes, and worst of all, your beautiful mind gone. That was when he almost slipped up his biggest secret, the one he was sure wasn’t mutually returned and yet here you were. Words rolling off your tongue like the tide that was rolling in front of him. He tugged your hand a little once again, you softly falling to your knees staring at him with shock and adoration all compiled into a swirling gaze.

“ You…do?” You asked your head slanting to the side ever so slightly with your lips twitching upward but still a twinge of doubt that none of it was real.

“ Of course I do.” He scoffed jokingly as a laugh escaped his lips slightly smiling back his head tilting to match yours.

He turned back to facing the ocean, his stronger leg bent with his other straight and him leaning back onto one hand with his other arm held in a slight arc in the air indicating for you to move closer. You scooched forward still on your knees, a wide smile creeping onto your face as you crawled under his arm allowing for his arm to go around you holding you softly as you matched his position.

“Don’t go please,” he whispered slowly, leaning his head on you.

“ I don't plan on it anytime soon as long as you don't,” You replied lightly with a slight chuckle still meaning every word of it. In this world after everything youve gone through together even death couldn't separate you.

Thanks for reading <3

[tinyalechardy]

Hey so I just woke up and....

Tiny hardy... did you turn newt into a gecko!?

Tiny hardy No! Do not squish him! What's wrong with you!?

[nosferatini]

🕊️ The Season of Nightingales - ch.25 🕊️

Fic Summary

The Second Coming looms large. Aziraphale must keep his vow to fix Heaven before it’s too late, without asking the impossible from Crowley. As the effort is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

Chapter 25 - The Human Way

Excerpt:

Tracy was trying very hard to pretend she was clueless. 

Crowley, however, found it very hard to maintain his cool façade. Was that sweat? Was he sweating? He didn’t sweat. His pores knew better. 

Aziraphale wanted to be able to trust people, he thought, glancing at the rear-view mirror.

In the back seat of the Bentley sat Tracy, squished up to the window thanks to the large holy chest she was obliged to share space with. Crowley was just glad the stupid wooden rods had long since rotted out, he’d have had to have them poking out the sides of the window and then the Bentley might have looked like one of those horrors from Mad Max. 

Actually, he’d have been alright with that…

On his left sat Anathema. And if he squinted hard enough into the rear-view mirror, he could see around the curvature of the Earth to where Dick Turpin was carrying Newt and Shadwell at some fraction of the speed limit. It was doing its best not to embarrass itself and failing miserably.

Dick liked the Bentley, and she liked him too. Just not like that.

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@whickberstreetwriters

[thepersassiest]

strong - thominewt

the chubby!minho safe haven fic that we all needed <3

When Thomas had awoken in the box and been thrown into life in the Glade, he couldn’t have even dreamed up a life like the one he was living now. The air was fresher, the sun didn't scorch his skin, the food was never scarce, and the constant torture and fight for survival that had previously dominated his life had ceased entirely. Thomas and Minho had been reunited with Newt (blood on the knife - don’t ask.) and the three of them had begun building a future together in their Safe Haven. They hadn’t taken the time to define their relationship, but they didn’t need to. Thomas knew how he felt about his two best friends, and knew that they loved him and each other all the same. Nothing could change that, despite how much their lives had changed in the last year.

One of the most significant changes, however, had been in Minho. Thomas remembered the first time he noticed a change in the older boy’s physique. It had been a quiet morning, the three of them lounging in the sun outside of their small house. Newt had cooked them breakfast, a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, fruit, and fresh bread. Minho had eaten in slight excess, as he often did, but Thomas noticed how his friend’s muscular frame had softened. There was a small, yet undeniable, swell to his belly.

Thomas was beyond ecstatic. He had no trouble remembering how Minho had been around food when they had first arrived at the Safe Haven. How thin and weak the boy had been from months of living in captivity with WCKED. How his appetite was small, and he could often barely keep his food down. Even once he was able to eat, his mental state was so bad that he hardly wanted to. It took their reunion with Newt and months of coaxing to get Minho eating comfortably the way he was now, and Thomas couldn't get enough.

"So handsome." He would often tease, his hand resting on Minho's softened stomach as he leaned in to steal a kiss, never shying away from pointing out the boy’s weight gain. Every chance he got, he would reach out and touch Minho's belly, marveling at the softness. He loved the way it felt under his hands, how it rounded under his palm, and gave a little when he pressed into it. It was a constant, tangible reminder that they were safe, that Minho didn't have to run himself into the ground anymore.

Minho's face would always turn a little red, but Thomas could see the corner of his lips twitch into a smile. "Slim it," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words.

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[flock-talk]

Did I mention newt loves jack

[ranchsoda92]

Baby fruit! Baby ouroboroses are created asexually and just kinda fall off. They are swiftly eaten out of instinct unless the parent/parents want a kid which is very rare in ouroboros society. They are born very weak with brittle bones, extra squishy organs, and transparent thin flesh and scales. They don't even have regeneration yet or shapeshifting! (easy to squish and kill) It takes 5 weeks max for them to mature where they will grow from newt size to horse and will need to start eating their own tails. In maturity they also grow: Horns, full coat of fur including more dense fur on their scales, back legs, fully develop their eyes into their final shape, and overall become immensely more durable then before.

they are barely sentient gummy worms that have development milestones. because they cant shapeshift until mature all they can do is change colours like a chameleon to show their mood.

[goldenlionprince]

Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 4

Enemies to Lovers

“Its purpose is to keep a secret entirely save, locked up within a living being. That way no one can get to or find the person or place the Fidelius is set up to protect unless the secret-keeper shares the information with someone, although the wording of the spell is important too.”

“Well, that's not entirely correct, is it?” a bored voice says from behind James, making him grind his teeth.

“What exactly is not entirely correct about this?” James huffs, turning around to see Black balancing on the back legs of his chair two rows behind him. Of course he can't sit like a normal person, the smirking git.

“Well,” Black says and that infuriating smirk is growing even wider. “You said the secret would be “entirely save” and that's not really the case, is it?”

James' eyes narrow. Remus jabs an elbow into James' side, trying to remind him of the resolution James made just last week. Don't get into arguments with Sirius Black. James of course ignores him in favour of doing exactly that. “The secret can't be tortured out of a secret-keeper or be otherwise pulled out of him or her. That includes verita serum.”

“True that,” Black says, letting the legs of his chair fall back onto the floor with a loud clack. “But that doesn't mean the secret-keeper can't just simply give away the secret whenever they chose to do so. No torture needed for that.”

“You are both very correct,” Flitwick interrupts them before James can say anything about Black's mind immediately jumping to betrayal. “That will be five points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw each. And with that I think we are done for today.”

With one last glare at Black James turns back around in his seat to note down what Flitwick has to say about their homework assignment – tracking charms – before gathering his things quickly. He stuffs his parchment and quill into his bag, not caring that they get squished by his books, and tunes out Peter's chatter while he keeps an eye on Black.

Sirius Black, Ravenclaw know-it-all, who always has to have the last word. James was able to ignore him, mostly, in the past few years since they barely had any classes together. But now at NEWTs level it's like James can't escape him at all.

Black packs his things much more carefully than James ever would – that's probably why his quills always look brand new compared to James' slightly bent and fluffed ones – and slings his bag casually over his shoulder. James' eyes follow him as he makes his way through the classroom towards the door, his long legs eating up the distance rather quickly. Of course he has to be tall on top of being big-brained.

And rather handsome too, not that that's James' opinion, of course. It's just what everyone else is saying.

Just when Black reaches the door James makes up his mind and grabs his bag. He interrupts Peter's rambles to let him and Remus know he will meet them in the Great Hall for lunch in a bit and quickly makes his exit to follow Black.

It takes three corridors and two stairways until Black slows down a bit in a deserted corridor halfway to the library. “I know you're here, Potter,” he says, sounding utterly bored. “What do you want?”

James catches up with him, just a tiny bit winded from all the stairs. “I want to know what your fucking problem is.”

“My problem?” Black asks, looking at James like he has grown a second head. “You're the one jogging after me through half of the castle.”

“You know what I mean,” James huffs, raking a hand though his already messy hair in frustration. “You have to outshine me in every single class. Every. Single. One. It's like you gonna die if you don't get to have the last and most clever word.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Black asks, lifting one single eyebrow. “Stop my brain from working so your ego won't get hurt?”

“I want you to shut up and stop being an infuriating know-it-all,” James growls, dropping his hand from his hair and glaring at Black.

Black only grins back at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Make me.”

James really can't explain how it happens. One moment he's glaring at that insufferable grin, wanting to get it off that stupid face, and the next he's shoving Black, pushing him right up against the wall of the empty corridor and – well, James is successful in getting the grin off Black's face.

Because he's kissing him.

A small little sound escapes Black's lips when he hits the wall and James swallows it, kissing him none too gentle. His hands are buried in the front of Black's school robes and James isn't sure if that's not the only thing that keeps him upright right now. Because somehow he feels like on fire.

And a little dizzy.

Probably because he's forgotten how to breathe.

Pulling back James takes a big gulp of air, starring into Black's grey eyes. Black blinks at him slowly like a cat and then chuckles softly. James lets go of Black's robes like his fingers got burned and takes a quick step back, away from Black.

“Well,” Black says after clearing his throat, pushing away from the wall. James takes another step back, just to make sure there is enough space between them. Black's stupid grin spreads back on his lips. James has to grip the strap of his bag just to make sure he won't be tempted to jump Black again. Black just winks at him like he knows exactly what James is doing and turns to walk back down the corridor like nothing at all had happened.

Before he turns the corner he stops again and looks back over his shoulder at James. “I hope you know that giving me even more motivation won't help your cause. If I get a reward for showing off I surely won't stop.”

James blinks at him and Black watches as the words slowly sink in. He grins when they do and a flush spreads across James' cheeks. Lifting a hand he waves at James and walks around the corner towards the library for his lunch break. “See you in Arithmancy, Potter.”