#c: newt

[molochs-hide]

creature of sorts

[ahousefullofmuses]

Newt Starter Call!

[unnonexistence]

imo a core part of the newmann dynamic is like... you've got these two very very intelligent people who have spent most of their lives being Smartest Guy In The Room. which feels great! but also, it's very hard to form close and trusting relationships when everyone else sees you as Smartest Guy In The Room. and if you maybe don't have great social skills to begin with, you can't figure out how to compensate. and it's hard to build up solid self-esteem when the only thing people value you for is your intelligence, and a lot of them resent you for that, too. so really it is very very lonely.

and then they meet! and neither of them is the smartest guy in the room anymore! and that is both EXHILIRATING (omg! someone who gets me!) and TERRIFYING (the fragile pillar i built my whole self-esteem on is crumbling! help!).

they do NOT know how to cope with this. best they can do is being obsessed with each other.

[elodieunderglass]

I can't resist bothering you with more questions. I'm sorry! I want to put Killie in a basket and carry him around with me like a purse dog. Did Charlie always know that he wasn't going to be a horse pilot forever and that he would find a way out of his family's net, or was he never going to escape if him being kicked out hadn't forced him into it? My heart breaks for him a bit, even though he seems the most well-adjusted person in that family. How old was he when he ended up on his own?

(In reference to Killie the jockey OC, crown prince of a horse-obsessed family, and his identical twin brother Charlie, who was disowned/ escaped the orbit of the Horse Planet)

You are never a bother. Nobody could be anything but grateful to have such insightful, brave, witty and inspiring people to talk about their OCs with! Are you kidding?

That’s such a good and deep question - I don’t think that Charlie knows the answer himself. He certainly was quite a talented apprentice jockey. In terms of his place in the family, his parents and siblings all adored him - he is warm and charming and funny - and thought they understood him. He has that special child-of-rotten-parents survival-mode sensitivity to reading a room, that in Charlie translates into useful skills, like “changing the mood of the room” and “sensing what people want him to say”.

But Charlie has a strong sense of identity, and with it, a hard internal limit on personal sacrifice; there are parts of Charlie you can’t have.

And despite being a fifth-generation jockey of impeccable pedigree, the whole “stoic, fearless, impervious to pain” thing appears to be a state of mind - not a physiology thing, but a mental one, engendered by passion for the sport. Charlie has had passages of his life where he’s carried off the Jockey Constitution (TM), but a problem with armouring yourself with a mental state is that if you are an especially clever little liar yourself, like Charlie, you catch on to the trick.

And the sport is inextricable from the horses in their family. So Charlie stormed out (was thrown out) of both family and sport… but I think he does like horses and he was good at it. And it would’ve been hard, in that family, in that immersive and passionate world, to break out naturally - especially when you are so beautifully built for it. It would again come down to Charlie’s strong sense of self.

I think a lot of his sense of identity and resistance came, early on, from connecting honestly with his bisexuality. He’s clever and sneaky, and likes mind games and code-switching and putting on characters, and when he realised the necessity of masking early on, it felt like a secret identity. He was simply Built Different, and couldn’t change it, so he made a game of tap-dancing on the tightrope.

Then he left to build that secret identity into his real self, on purpose, and he threw himself into The Opposite of Being a Jockey. He was not only the first in their family to go to university, he went into academia. He covered his bills by bartending and busking (take that, Dad). He eats cake. He is valued for his mind and brain. He is NOT COMPETITIVE AT ALL. HE’S COLLABORATIVE, EVEN.

…He was just about eighteen. And perhaps it affected him more deeply than he’d say. But what saved him - what always would save Charlie - was a sense of identity.

[townieboyfriend]

unsure if this has been a talking point before but the whole thing with hermann canonically having a family offscreen is so gut wrenching to me because of the implication that he knew that his child would never grow up or likely even be born. vanessa was supposed to be due in april '25, around the same time he calculated the triple event would take place </3

[bunnykaye]

Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan at the British Vogue x BAFTA Fashion & Film Party with Tiffany and Co at Annabel's Mayfair (02.18.2024) 🎥: Sata Studios

[theokapuco]

Some goofy ahh sketches

[bad268]

Writing Inktober 2023

300 word minimum and no repeats are the challenges this year. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. (haha yes)

BTW the medal emojis are the winners from the polls :)

01/10 Dream

Sebastian Montoya X Reader (W.C. 386)

02/10 Spiders

Seth Borden X Reader (W.C. 338)

03/10 Path

Max Verstappen X Reader (W.C. 367)

04/10 Dodge

Benny Rodriguez X Reader (W.C. 348)

05/10 Map

Sebastian Vettel X Reader (W.C. 338)

06/10 Golden

Justin Herbert X Reader (W.C. 342)

07/10 Drip

TMR Newt X Reader (W.C. 342) 🥈

08/10 Toad Sacrifice

Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader (W.C. 338)

09/10 Bounce

Marcus Armstrong X Reader (W.C. 384)

10/10 Fortune

Johnny Cade X Reader (W.C. 485) 🥉

11/10 Wander

Peter Parker X Reader (W.C. 402) 🥇

12/10 Spicey Scandal

Pierre Gasly X Reader (W.C. 391)

13/10 Rise Tonight

Colby Brock X Reader (W.C. 370)

14/10 Castle

Oscar Piastri X Reader (W.C. 370)

15/10 Dagger Nightmare

Lando Norris X Reader (W.C. 419)

16/10 Angel

Mick Schumacher X Reader (W.C. 395)

17/10 Demon

Kimi Raikkonen X Reader (W.C. 327)

18/10 Saddle

Daniel Ricciardo X Reader (W.C. 318)

19/10 Plump Wet

Ollie Bearman X Reader (W.C. 365)

20/10 Frost

Paul Aron X Reader (W.C. 389)

21/10 Chains Bouquet

Charles Leclerc X Reader (W.C. 369)

22/10 Scratchy Flight

Joe Burrow X Reader (W.C. 390)

23/10 Celestial Redeemer

Corpse Husband X Reader (W.C. 400)

24/10 Shallow Chosen

P! SBI X Reader (W.C. 358)

25/10 Dangerous

Callum Ilott X Reader (W.C. 310)

26/10 Remove Shots

Dennis Hauger X Reader (W.C. 348)

27/10 Beast

Christian Lundgaard X Reader (W.C. 339)

28/10 Sparkle

Dino Beganovic X Reader (W.C. 406)

29/10 Massive Approval

Felipe Drugovich X Reader (W.C. 358)

30/10 Rush

Clement Novalak X Reader (W.C. 386)

31/10 Fire

Pato O’Ward X Reader (W.C. 343)

Bonus: Break

Tadashi Hamada X Reader (W.C. 363)

Average W.C. 369

Want to read other years’ Inktober stories, check these out:

2021 // 2022 // 2024

On a side note, I looked back at last year’s entries, and I definitely thought Bouquet was Banquet, so instead of admitting I was wrong, I did it as a sub this year. If you noticed, no you didn’t :)

Also funny story about Shallow, I kept reading it as Swallow, so I couldn't do it

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

[ominiscorridor]

People stood by the fed's side when they murdered innocent newts but now they kidnap one child and they turn on them- I see how it is-

(again just in case /j)

[thcmasstilinski]

Thomas and Newt often spent most of their time together. The Gladers, he’d found, were the only ones who truly knew how difficult it was to adjust to ‘normality’. Watching television, playing games, having the freedom to explore and meet new people, it wasn’t an easy routine to settle into. But Newt understood that. So they often sat together, in Thomas’ new room in the Stilinski family home, staring absentmindedly at a movie until darkness fell.  Like clockwork, the sun began to set and the light dimmed in Thomas’ room. His stomach knotted, despite no longer living alone, he hated dusk. The nightmares often haunted him through morning, leaving him with pangs of jealousy for his twin who no longer had to force himself to sleep. Newt shifted beside him, taking it as his sign to leave. And for a second, Thomas planned to let him; that was their routine, after all. But the thought of facing another griever-chase alone, and a longing for the sanity and clarity that his best friend brought him, he placed a hand on Newt’s arm to stop him. He didn’t have to deal with this alone, he had people -- or rather someone -- who cared for him enough to stay. He hoped. “Newt? Stay here tonight?”

[heythinkyface]

one expression i need to see in more tmr fics for newt is "ahh, you bastard"

its my favourite phrase ever and no doubt i say it every day and it has so many meanings

drop something? ahh, you bastard.

stub your toe? ahh, you bastard!

get scared? AHH, you bastard!!

get given an unexpected gift? ahh, you bastard :D

ahh, you bastard is much the same as you motherfucker and bitch, in the sense it can be used in both derogatory and affectionate ways!!

[ahousefullofmuses]

Open || Newt

It was always something with WCKD. No matter what mission Newt was put on, he always had to run into one of their buildings. This time, it was to save another group of kids they were using for testing. He was always sent on rescue missions, only because it seemed like he knew the landscape of every WCKD building. It never made sense to him how he knew the buildings. Maybe it was waking up at Stark Industries and being given his belongs back that contained an old guard suit with WCKD's logo on it. Either way, he couldn't remember.

Easily finding the holding cells, the team and him quickly took down the guards before releasing the kids.

"Come on. Let's go. Don't have much time." Newt said.

[unnonexistence]

inspiration on that new silly one-shot fic ran out but luckily writing is still Going

[jedi-kat-18]

c&s, kaiju bros: It's just a headache, I'll be fine

"It's just a headache, I'll be fine." The words fall out of his mouth, almost without thinking. Not that he really can, with his vision blurring and ears ringing, the noise inside his head so overwhelming he can barely stand upright. "You are not fine." Hermann places a hand on his arm. He flinches, and a fresh wave of dizziness hits him. Hermann grabs onto him, supports his weight. Keeps him from falling. "Come on." He says, softly, gently. "Let's get you to the infirmary."

[whatarewedoingdude]

It always absolutely fascinates me when casting manages to get someone who ABSOLUTELY looks like a younger version of a character. Like holy shit how did you match features and sound so well??

[tnott]

@grimmusings (continued from here)

"After Gwenllian ferch Gruffydd, of course," Theo clarified. "Gwenllian ferch Llywelyn's life is simply too tragic a story for me to name any sort of creature after her." Smiling with a hint of mischief, she added, "But I think my Gwenllian would happily lead a revolt if she felt the need. If her dinner were more than five minutes late, perhaps, or if one of the dogs should happen to knock her into the pond again." Kneazles, after all, tended to have minds of their own, and Gwennie was certainly no exception.

Gwenllian startled in Theo's arms at the sight of Pickett, her plumed tail thrashing back and forth as she studied the creature through narrowed eyes. She only relaxed after Theo had stroked her back several times, accompanied by soothing noises.

"You see?" Theo murmured. "Nothing to worry about, Gwennie." Then, to Newt, she said, "I've never seen a pet bowtruckle before. We studied them in my fifth year with Professor Grubbly-Plank, and they were docile enough provided we kept them supplied with woodlice, but they clearly preferred the trees over the students. Does Pickett live in your garden, or does he tolerate being inside house? When he's feeling well, I mean." Looking down at Pickett's tiny face, she added, "Poor little thing. Gwenllian is under the weather, too. We just came from a consultation at the Magical Menagerie."