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drew a constant mood on the mind
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uefb · 15 days
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Newt Scamander saw this once and never recovered (@afrenchaugurey)
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I keep thinking about this guy I saw in Dallas.
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uefb · 17 days
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Newt Scamander
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uefb · 17 days
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Turns out I love mod AUs fml
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This will be forever/never actually going up because this is a very personal project. And I’d very much like to finish Older, or Two Brothers and a Train Station first. But we will see! Maybe once I get it written up to the first plot ‘fall’ I’ll be ready to post it
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uefb · 19 days
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There is nothing more meaningful than art to a writer, at least in my experience and little fandom circles! It’s not about the art being perfect or amazing or anything like that — it’s the beauty of someone putting something out into the world, and then someone else receiving it, taking it into their mind, and then turning something back around (their own echo) and sending it all back out into the world again.
My LotR friend @roselightfairy and I call this “fandom flow” (which I think came from her and @deheerkonijn??). The idea that talking about ideas and reading each others’ things spurs a wave of synergistic creativity that produces even newer interpretations of works. Sure, we write and draw based on a beloved piece of media, but we are also all inspired by the work within our fandom — there’s a meta aspect to fandom that is truly delightful.
All that to say — fwiw — I would never not like art drawn about my fics.
Exchange and inspiration is one of the most beautiful parts of fandom to me
And what a kind use of someone’s time, to love something so much they want to be part of it with you
I could ramble on but I’ll stop here
Also like — very touched you loved that scene from The Riot Act so much @scamanderishredmayniac 🙈☺️🥺🥺🥺 😭😭😭💕✨🌿💕💕
Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”
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One and a half years later and I’m still so fkn proud of this edit. I am not so humble that I can’t admit that I love the little storyline in it. And I’m impressed that this was only my second real edit. Little moments of joy and pride are important, I must remind myself of that
A Newt Scamander Backstory
Childhood —> Hogwarts —> Ministry —> WWI —> Obscurus Books —> NYC & new friends (with whom words aren’t always necessary, after all)
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This video tells a canon-inspired backstory for Newt Scamander. The canon details on Newt's later Hogwarts years through the war are a little sketchy (JKR's math is…questionable), so I made some executive decisions about the timeline from 1913 to 1918, for the sake of the story.* This video is also a thank you to the actor, Eddie Redmayne, for playing Newt as an autistic wizard. It means a lot to a lot of fans.
*For those of you who read my fanfiction, this is not exactly the same backstory. Newt's parents are relatively lovely in my fics, but this song pulled out a slightly different tale.
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uefb · 19 days
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Fuck JK Rowling but it makes me so angry to think we could have had a complete Fantastic Beasts series with an autistic lead who isn’t a total stereotype, who is loveable, who has a love interest instead of just being infantilised…and instead we’re getting a seven season Harry Potter reboot/remake that no one asked for or wanted on HBO Max.
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When I was going through the process of my autism diagnosis, feeling anxious and worried about what being diagnosed would mean, knowing that Newt Scamander - a character who is adored by so many in a major franchise - was being played as autistic helped me tremendously. I saw much of myself in Newt, and it made me feel seen that an autistic person like myself could be the hero, that Newt wasn’t a joke or stereotype. It was so important to me coming to terms with my diagnosis that a character I loved was like me and not limited by being autistic.
I’ve mentioned this before but on the opening day of Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore in the UK, there was a boy on the row in front of me. When Newt came onscreen, he started bouncing and flapping his hands excitedly - like me, he was autistic and saw himself represented on the big screen.
“But Luna Lovegood” - you know what, controversial but fuck your “but Luna Lovegood”. Her actress sided with the TERF, and Luna is NOT confirmed to be autistic, it’s just a popular fan headcanon. Meanwhile Newt Scamander has been confirmed by Eddie Redmayne (not JKR, fuck her) to be on the spectrum. I’m not saying she definitely isn’t because I can definitely see it, and it’s wonderful autistic people can relate, but I’m talking about a character who is intentionally written and portrayed as autistic instead of just fan headcanons.
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What does having a love interest have to do with this? Believe it or not, this isn’t me just being a shipper: too often are autistic people infantilised, as if we can’t love other people or that people are incapable of loving us. But - as anyone following me most likely knows - Newt Scamander has a love interest, Porpentina “Tina” Goldstein, who he’s canonically married to in the future. They even have a grandson who is called Rolf and marries the aforementioned Luna.
In the three films, we only got a few scenes (and then JK Rowling cut Tina out because Katherine Waterston called her out on multiple occasions for being a transphobe) of Newtina but what we got showed that not only is Newt capable of forming a romantic attachment but also Tina clearly loves Newt as he is, quirks and all. She understood his odd compliment of “salamander eyes” because she knows his special interest is magical creatures and it’s his way of saying he adores her eyes. She read his book and genuinely made an effort to learn because she knew magical creatures were important to him, and we saw her grow from thinking he was writing an “extermination guide” to giving him the name for his book, “Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them”. My girl Tina LOVES Newt for who he is and always has, and that’s beautiful.
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Seeing an autistic person not only fall in love - he spends the whole of the 2nd and 3rd films lamenting on how beautiful she is, talking about her and with her picture in his pocket/suitcase - but also being loved for who they are is something so rarely seen and is so important.
I’ll be the first to hold my hands up and say that the second and third Fantastic Beasts movies weren’t the greatest, by the way. I will agree to that. The first one seems like a damn masterpiece in comparison, even with its problems, but I’m still angry.
The fact that JK Rowling’s bigotry has contributed to losing this rare example of autistic representation in a major mainstream franchise is something no one talks about when discussing her actions, and it hurts that no one seems to care about canon autistic representation.
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uefb · 28 days
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I’m reading this scene again as I sit outside the bar we met our friends at, headphones on, taking a much-needed break. It was exactly what I needed to brave the noise and socialization again. Your writing is so evocative and always soothes my soul! ✨💕🌿
Chapter 3 of Weaves a Bower in Endless Night is posted.
Summary : Newt experiences a difficult moment before joining the party.
(This chapter is basically a hard moment, at the edge of an autistic meltdown. It is skippable for the plot but it felt it wanted to be written, and who am I to refuse? 🤷)
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The introduction scene :
Newt stood in front of the kitchen’s sink, his eyes lost in a haze even thicker than the city’s pea-supper, just as dizzying and dangerous. Magic from his roaring insides, magic from the house, prickled on each side of his skin. It stung, bit, tried to channel by any means, to join, collected in a hurricane under his skull. He felt shaken like a dusty rug, from which particles of pure energy would pop, instead of the soot and dirt. 
Scythed by vertigo, he let go of his wand. It fell on the ground and bounced on the tiled floor. To his sensitized ears, the thuds hit worse than the roaring sea crashing on the Dorset’s cliffs during a winter storm, tore his tympanums, painful, giddying. 
All his body tensed and began to wave, a hum emerging from his throat independently from his will, as if he had become a chanting bowl, the singing wind in his own tempest. While his fingers flexed around the ceramic, Newt closed his eyes, feeling the crisis’s aura come, and he tried to pull himself together. He tried hard .
Just a few more hours and they would be back home. With Tina, with their beasts, he would be allowed to relax, to remove the too-oppressing costume he had to wear –more often than not– in society.
Out of habit, he summoned one of the water drops that still danced in the adjacent room. The ball came to him in a zig-zag, uncertain, like an inebriated man. In accordance with his childhood memories, at the contact of his fingers, the bubble popped and delivered a myriad of foaming particles, shining with bioluminescence. Newt washed his hands with that enchanted soap, took more time than necessary, breathed. The repetitive motions, the gliding of one palm over another, lulled him, helped him to contain the sensations and the magic that attempted to escape. Enclosed in this pattern, he felt like he was free again. 
Above him, the ceiling began to twirl, mirroring the water in the siphon, gleaming like a river of diamonds. 
Soon, it became a typhoon, a tempest above him, a spiral ready to swallow all of his being into the depths. He wondered if it was charmed to be enthralling and beautiful (it was), or a reflexion of the occupants’ thoughts. Because, for now, these thoughts lingered over him, escaped to him, remained unreachable, swirled just like the enchanted plafond. The crisis’s augur loomed, bubbled in his blood, willing to knock him out, to drag him into the abyss, like an unchained hydra.
 
Would he have enough strength to overcome that bleak, glum, mermaids’ song?
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uefb · 30 days
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Dumbledore: You can thank me later.
Newt: You haven't done anything yet...
Dumbledore: Which is why I can't accept your thanks right now.
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uefb · 2 months
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I’m writing a book about magical creatures. newt scamander in fantastic beasts and where to find them
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uefb · 2 months
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"There are witches among us"
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uefb · 3 months
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Callum Turner as Theseus Scamander Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (2022) dir. David Yates
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Chapter 3 of Weaves a Bower in Endless Night is posted.
Summary : Newt experiences a difficult moment before joining the party.
(This chapter is basically a hard moment, at the edge of an autistic meltdown. It is skippable for the plot but it felt it wanted to be written, and who am I to refuse? 🤷)
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The introduction scene :
Newt stood in front of the kitchen’s sink, his eyes lost in a haze even thicker than the city’s pea-supper, just as dizzying and dangerous. Magic from his roaring insides, magic from the house, prickled on each side of his skin. It stung, bit, tried to channel by any means, to join, collected in a hurricane under his skull. He felt shaken like a dusty rug, from which particles of pure energy would pop, instead of the soot and dirt. 
Scythed by vertigo, he let go of his wand. It fell on the ground and bounced on the tiled floor. To his sensitized ears, the thuds hit worse than the roaring sea crashing on the Dorset’s cliffs during a winter storm, tore his tympanums, painful, giddying. 
All his body tensed and began to wave, a hum emerging from his throat independently from his will, as if he had become a chanting bowl, the singing wind in his own tempest. While his fingers flexed around the ceramic, Newt closed his eyes, feeling the crisis’s aura come, and he tried to pull himself together. He tried hard .
Just a few more hours and they would be back home. With Tina, with their beasts, he would be allowed to relax, to remove the too-oppressing costume he had to wear –more often than not– in society.
Out of habit, he summoned one of the water drops that still danced in the adjacent room. The ball came to him in a zig-zag, uncertain, like an inebriated man. In accordance with his childhood memories, at the contact of his fingers, the bubble popped and delivered a myriad of foaming particles, shining with bioluminescence. Newt washed his hands with that enchanted soap, took more time than necessary, breathed. The repetitive motions, the gliding of one palm over another, lulled him, helped him to contain the sensations and the magic that attempted to escape. Enclosed in this pattern, he felt like he was free again. 
Above him, the ceiling began to twirl, mirroring the water in the siphon, gleaming like a river of diamonds. 
Soon, it became a typhoon, a tempest above him, a spiral ready to swallow all of his being into the depths. He wondered if it was charmed to be enthralling and beautiful (it was), or a reflexion of the occupants’ thoughts. Because, for now, these thoughts lingered over him, escaped to him, remained unreachable, swirled just like the enchanted plafond. The crisis’s augur loomed, bubbled in his blood, willing to knock him out, to drag him into the abyss, like an unchained hydra.
 
Would he have enough strength to overcome that bleak, glum, mermaids’ song?
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uefb · 3 months
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uefb · 3 months
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I present to you...Newt Scamander at some point in his years at Hogwarts. Maybe between classes? He's picked up a familiar little green friend. ;)
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Again, I am no expert, so of course there's lots of room for improvement here, but it's an attempt. I like it.
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Callum Turner as Theseus Scamander Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (2022) dir. David Yates
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