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Oh boy.

I watched the movie and I have........................ feelings. Hm.

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Newt Scamander RP Blog

Hello everyone! Not sure how many of y’all are still active, or if any of you remember this blog’s brief existence, but I’d really like to start writing with Newt again!!

I set tumblr rp aside at a particularly stressful point in my life when I had to shift my attention elsewhere, but now that things are calmer, I’d really like to give it another go. Especially in light of the new movie coming out soon! Exciting times. 

Would anyone be interested? Feel free to like/comment/drop a line if so!

❤, 

Nicole

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Newt Scamander RP Blog

Hello everyone! Not sure how many of y’all are still active, or if any of you remember this blog’s brief existence, but I’d really like to start writing with Newt again!!

I set tumblr rp aside at a particularly stressful point in my life when I had to shift my attention elsewhere, but now that things are calmer, I’d really like to give it another go. Especially in light of the new movie coming out soon! Exciting times. 

Would anyone be interested? Feel free to like/comment/drop a line if so!

❤, 

Nicole

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Chasing Shadows

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Newt hadn’t known what to expect when he arrived in Cork. He didn’t exactly have a plan, past poking around the city and asking some questions. This certainly felt like his worst lapse in judgement to date. After all, he had no guarantee he would find what he was looking for. Or that what he was looking for would even want to be found.

Undeterred, the young wizard wove his way down the busy street, armed with nothing but rumors and wishful thinking to guide him. No point in scanning the crowds for a familiar face. It had been years since they’d last corresponded, and even longer since they’d seen each other in person. 

He let out a slow breath, turning a corner and ducking into a small hole-in-the-wall. It was the only place he could think of where he might have a chance at unearthing some piece of information. A weathered sign hung slightly askew just above the door, with the words “Hopping Pot” carefully painted on its surface. "Enchanting customers since 1641,” read smaller script just below. Newt had visited once before, years ago, and he wasn’t certain that ‘enchanting’ was the most fitting term. It was a respectable establishment, if one overlooked some of the seedier clientele, and the musty smell that seemed to permeate every corner of the room. Ceilings were low, standards were lower, and the magic that brewed just below the surface was as dark as the firewhisky they served. 

All in all, not one of Newts favorite places to visit. 

He slid onto one of the barstools, setting his case down beside him where he could keep an eye on it. “Excuse me,” he said quietly, giving the bartender a small wave. He squinted at the name tag pinned to the wizard’s uniform.  “Ah-- Brax, is it? I was wondering if you had heard of someone by the name of Theon. Greyjoy. Theon Greyjoy. Fellow about my age?”

The bartender—Brax— gave him a level look, then went back to cleaning the countertop. Newt sighed. After a moment he fished out some money from his back pocket, sliding the coins onto the bar. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The flash of gold caught Brax’s attention, and he paused, reaching over and pocketing the bribe. He gave a light shrug and said, “Can’t help you.” As if those three words were worth all the money Newt had just paid. 

Newt twisted around in his seat, raising his voice and addressing the other customers. None of them looked particularly friendly, but he had very little to lose in asking, apart from maybe a limb if someone decided to pick a fight. “Anyone? I’m looking for a Theon. Come on, now, it’s not that common a name!”

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Toby groaned and slowly pried himself out of Josie’s hydrangeas. He looked as if he had been rolling in a mulch pile - twigs and leave stuck to his hair and his feathers stuck up at all angles. His head throbbed, and not just because of the harsh landing; it was pulsing in time with the rip of Void before him. The energies were enough to make his vision blur, and as he collected himself Toby watched Erikas slip through the rip back to this reality, one after the other. 

The one leading held a record delicately in it’s long fingers, all its focus trained on that singular object. The following seemed to be talking amoungst themselves. Toby could hear the buzzing of the hivemind in the back of his skull as they drew near. 

Whatever their mission was, the Erikas were done now, by all accounts. Toby supposed that they would be joining him and Josie for breakfast too. 

He was ready to head towards the trailer when the rip suddenly tore wider, the dull pounding in his head increasing to a searing pain that almost sent him to his knees. Blinking tears out of his eyes, Toby looked up just in time to see another figure - not an Erika - fly through the rip of Void and land in a heap on the ground. 

Well, that certainly could have gone worse. Newt pulled himself to his feet with a wince and dusted off his overcoat, now more brown than blue, before immediately checking the state of his case. It didn’t look any worse for wear. The cushioning charm must have done its job, then, although he couldn’t be certain until he checked on his creatures.

It took him a few moments to realize he had company— not terribly surprising, what with the ten feet tall beings he had been pursuing, but he hadn’t expected to find a human child among them. After a second glance, he decided “human” might be too generous a term, considering the... wings. 

He blinked. The last time he’d heard of a winged human, it had to do with an Animagus transformation gone horribly wrong, but this person was far too young to have mastered such a complex spell. And the tall winged creatures were there, too, only adding another layer of mystery to the whole affair.

“Er, hello,” he managed at length, head tilted as he continued to study the stranger. “Would you mind telling me where I am? I may have gotten a bit... sidetracked.”

A Rip in Time (Closed RP)

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People are the easiest to read when they’re hurting.

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The creatures Newt had been tracking were unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering ten feet tall, he was hard-pressed to miss them as they swept through the doors of Midnight Records, seemingly undeterred by the flow of foot traffic around them. He had been tailing them for the better part of three days, ever since he spied them emerging from a split in the very air itself. Perhaps they had a special brand of teleportation magic, judging by their sudden appearance. Cloaking of some kind, too. They were able to pass unnoticed by Muggles despite their immense stature.

He watched the tallest one emerge from the record shop, a vinyl record clasped gingerly between its hands. Although he continued to dutifully scribble in his journal, filling the pages with sketches and observations, he couldn’t help but frown at the sight. If his experience with Niff had taught him anything, it was that thieving magical creatures never boded well for the non-magical folk. They wound up completely blindsided. 

With a sigh, he tucked his notebook back into his pocket and picked up his case, taking off in pursuit. Damn creatures. Why did they have to be so fast?

When they slipped through another slice of air, he hardly hesitated. After all, what was the worst that could happen? This was in the name of science. He could handle a little impulsive decision every now and the. He broke into a full sprint, launching himself at the rift before it had a chance to re-seal and tumbling headfirst into the unknown.

A Rip in Time (Closed RP)

Saturday. Also known as “the freedom for reality to split apart at the seams so that we know the horrors of the Void” day, according to the latest announcement on Toby’s pocket radio. 

The young angel sighed and slipped his hands into his pockets as he made his way across town. Old Woman Josie had called the mansion earlier that morning with an invitation to a pancake breakfast with homemade orange marmalade, but with his father up to his wings in paperwork and Skype meetings, Toby had to make the trip himself. A block or so later and he could see the short chain link fence that marked Josie’s property. The Erikas were out on a “godly mission”, hence Josie’s invitation, but it still seemed odd to see her yard completely empty of the ethereal figures. 

Toby broke into a light jog as he neared the yard, neatly jumping the fence and delicately stepping his way towards the trailer. However, he had barely made it two steps before a streak of Void split the air in front of him, the force knocking him halfway across the yard and sending his world into a tailspin. 

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 So you’re the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?

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stickyclawsniffler:

Really? the Niffler loved the idea of Newt helping him out with his hoard and his lair. It had been forever ago since he last had and although Niff never minded that his owner’s attention was elsewhere (it allowed him chances at sneaking off afterall), one always loved to get some attention for themselves of course.

He had come a long way there. When he first got a home in Newt’s case he was very possessive and protective of it. He didn’t trust Newt enough to let him come too closer. Least of all trusting him with his treasure.

Now it had been a few years - he suspected anyway, and he was perfectly healthy and Newt was most likely completely done with his Niffler part of his book. Not that Niff knew for sure, but while some creatures came and went once Newt was done with them, Niff had settled. And been allowed to stay.He might get restless and cause chaos and absolutely not reccomended as a pet, but Newt was different. He didn’t put him in a cage. Didn’t use him to dig for treasure. In the end he was really just one of those rare cases of domesticated Nifflers. As close to domesticated as you could come he supposed. 

“Really,” Newt confirmed, tucking the eggs into his pockets— they were rather roomy, after a few well-placed enchantments— and turning on his heel, heading in the direction of the Niffler’s lair. He had gotten far too caught up in his research of late, buried under a deluge of journals and sketches and papers. Important work, to be sure, but he hadn’t found many opportunities to relax with his creatures, to watch their antics without feeling the need to observe them. His natural curiosity was all but inseparable from his work, and it was difficult to unwind after so long in the field.

He glanced at the little fellow on his shoulder with a fond smile. Occasionally, he wondered if Niff would grow lonely, cooped up in his suitcase. There weren’t others of his kind, here, unless Newt happened to rescue one in need of rehabilitation. And even though Nifflers were relatively solitary creatures, they were no strangers to partnerships. The males in particular seemed to enjoy displaying their wealth, hoping to attract a partner of choice— much like certain species of Muggle birds.

But despite the odds, Niff had stayed, and Newt was eternally grateful for his company.

“Later we can head to the bogs. The Redspeck’s pearls should be fully mature by now, and I’m sure one or two could be spared for your collection,” he said, positive that the Niffler would love the small, glowing crimson orbs. “Ah— I almost forgot!”

He rummaged around one of his pockets and pulled out a tarnished skeleton key. It fit neatly in the palm of his hand, and he lifted it up within arms reach.

“I haven’t the foggiest idea what this opens, but I’m sure it might do the trick for some box or other. Think you’re up for the challenge?”

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[ reappears after weeks of inactivity ]

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Here’s a Newt because I watched Fantastic Beasts a couple weeks ago and it was amazing and Eddie Redmayne played such a cute Newt. 

Experimenting with a different style????? Idk if I can replicate it tbh

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#newt is an actual puppy

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A quick and easy plotting guide

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My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

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Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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You do that thing of trying to chase down the job, sounding incredibly confident because you never think you’ll get it. And then you get offered the job, and you have a moment of euphoria, and then you basically want to be sick for the first year. I’m just one gigantic ball of rancid fear and self-consciousness. I’m entirely fueled by fear, so the fact that I knew it could be a catastrophic disaster made me unable to sleep, and made me work quite hard.

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“Well that’s exactly what they do Newton. They repeat their whole life when they die.” Aethra explained. “And next time let us know what you’re doing. I don’t need woken up by screams.”

“But isn’t it fascinating? What would happen if one were to die quickly— if it were attacked by a predator, for instance. Would the sounds be condensed into a smaller frame of time? Would it make no sound at all, having been caught off guard? Or is there a trigger post-mortem, where it is able to issue sounds even after death, if the tissue and nerves remain intact? That would depend on whether or not its vocal functions were still functional, I’d imagine, unless it has more of a magical base and less of a physiological one...”

“If it were raised in a quiet environment, that would most likely impact its death-song as well, I’d imagine. Hm. I wonder if it repeats sounds. Does the length of the song depend on its lifespan? I couldn’t possibly raise one in complete quiet, that would be inhumane, but if I bring a few home and study them, then maybe...”

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Love your Tumblr! It's beautiful! (Thunderbird)

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