#also feel free to block me or the tags if you dont want me flooding your dashboard lol <3

[twelverriver]

PLAYING THE SAXON THEME !!!!!!!! they're referencing soo much, like the amy crack in the wall thing, the way victorian clara went around the tardis, rose's phone thing and call to her mom in the second episode!! the saxon theme!! i know ppl say they're pandering too much to other people now but this show is truly STILL for the life-long fans first baby!!!

#i am FED #this is GREAT #jana.txt #doctor who spoilers #doctor who #dw spoilers #also feel free to block me or the tags if you dont want me flooding your dashboard lol <3

[inkstainedsprout]

ʚ About me! ɞ

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Haiiii i'm Ink!! I use any pronouns but! my current preference is:

ʚ He/Him/Seraph/Seraphim/Blood/Bloody ɞ Im Lesbian & i'm transmasc genderfluid! I use xenogenders :3

I AM A MINOR!!! I have ADHD and are mixed race ^^ I Age regress sometimes :D (to ~5-7)

I am a singlet, but I will sometimes use we/us on myself! dont like it? get off my blog <3

I mighttt be in a qpr soon! still thinkin abt it ^^

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ʚ About my blog! ɞ

•────────•°•❀•°•───────••───────•°•❀•°•────────• -ʚ This blog is mainly for me reblogging wtv i want !

This includes but is not limited to agere content, cute aesthetic stimboards, etc!

-ʚ I might also post art or "this user is [blank]" text boxes !

feel free to request one! if you do please include a color and or image or i will use wtv i think fits ^^

-ʚ I often fixtate on one thing so expect that to flood your page !

this might include me going seemingly "off theme" as i might reblog a lot of stuff regarding critical examinations of media or creators such as hazbin hotel, vivziepop, wilbur soot, dream, etc!

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ʚ DNI!/I Will Block! ɞ

Dream stans/Fans

Zionists/Neutral in the Palestinian Genocide

Nsfw/Kink blogs

Melanie Martinez fans/stans

Vivziepop supporters

Wilbur soot Supporters/Defenders

Lovejoy supporters (just stream another goddamn song)

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ʚ Tag guide! ɞ

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Seedling hours : Age regression posts

Stained pages : Art !

Scribbles : Random nonsense

Scratchy lines : rants/critical reblogs

Linework : Creations that arent drawings! (the "this user is" stuff)

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#Seedling hours #Stained pages #Scribbles #Scratchy lines #Linework #sfw agere blog #agere blog

[ghoulishautism]

Booooo~ Greetings, Travelers

I see you've managed to stumble onto my page, welcome! Have a warm drink and stay for as long as you'd like!

This is a DP fandom side blog (though as the nature of fixations go thats subject to change), I'll post original art by me, rb other fanworks, and maybe go on rambles about characters or worldbuilding

Or ships, I do that a lot too unfortunately.

I'll try my best to tag everything! Let me know if you need anything specific tagged like triggers/squicks/posts you dont want your dashboard flooded with

Tags: My art, dp redesigns, screenshot edits, [ship name], phanfics, headcanons, etc

I also take commissions! Shoot me a message and I'll give you my rates and info https://ghostyarthub.carrd.co/

DNIs dont really work the way people think they do, BUT this blog has a hard anti-pedophilla/incest/zoophillia stance and I will block anybody who doesn't pass the vibe check

This is also a safe space for lgbtq people, including trans/nonbinary/gnc people, ace/aro-spec, neopronoun users/xenogenders, etc

Please don't start arguments with me on ships or headcanons, you WILL lose (if you send them through anon i'll likely delete them)

Minors 13+ are free to interact, however i may tag certain posts with 'minors dni' if they feel a little above PG-13 (i will not be rbing straight up porn here though dont worry)

#pinned

[yourfaveis-prolife]

hi! you can request any character you’d like :) and im perfectly fine with redoing one if you’d like a different picture of the character, dont be afraid to tell me if you dont like it!! if you have a specific picture or fanart (credited and with perms) you want of them, feel free to send it to me privately or through asks!

issues i’ve addressed

my tag for all of the posts is #/pl ​flag tag

instead of tagging a fandom with the regular tag (ie “star wars” or “genshin impact”), i will tag it as #media: (insert media) so that i don’t flood the fandom tags.

i also don’t tag characters with only their name for the same reason; always search for #(name) is prolife

also if youre here to attack me for my beliefs then pls do not :0 it’s better for everyone if you just block me and move on! you’ll gain nothing by sending me hate or trying to start an argument because i won’t respond :0

about me under cut!

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christian

adhd and autistic; i have a hard time reading tone sometimes, and since this is a prolife blog, im a bit afraid that i’ll come across some trolls :( tone tags are not ever required, but they’re appreciated if you have a gut feeling i’ll be confused haha

i struggle a lot with mental health so i disappear from this blog constantly im sorry

isfp 9w8 if you are a typology nerd

learning french in school and hoping to learn korean on my own (so far can only make out the sounds of hangeul lol)

some of my favorite things:

genshin impact, overwatch, marvel, star wars, spy x family, animal crossing, psych, nintendo, stardew valley, pjo/hoo, harry potter, and probably other things i forget

[chocopuchino]

-> rules !

DNI ->

› minors with my nsfw content/smut! i don’t really care if you read my work, just don't interact w explicit stuff. you've been warned, and it is not my fault if you consume it.

> the basic criteria of dni, meaning racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, islamophobic etc and all of that! basically if you're just a rude ass that doesn't respect humans and their basic rights.

> to be honest, i really really don't give a fuck who reads or interacts with my works (minors are the exception). You're a blankless blog? okay. Ageless blog? Okay. Spam/Porn/Bot account? m'kay. This is a +17 app, and you're responsible for the content YOU choose to consume. All of my stuff is tagged and warned, so, if something triggers or whatever it is not my fault.

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> english isn’t my first language, so if you see a mistake simply tell me, no need to be rude about it! this also means if there's something you don't really understand or get in my writing, let me know and I'll explain/fix it as quickly as possible!

> I'd like to have a good time with everyone here. This is my first blog and I'm only a few months in of tumblr. So please respect and don't waste your time hating here! Do something better.

INTERACTION ->

> I'm quite shy online, took me almost two months or three to actually reblog something but feel free to interact with me!! Wanna talk about your day? Go on, 'm listening! Got a promotion or something new? m all ears!!

>If you have any requests, thirsts, drabbles, thoughts or ideas feel free to share! I'd love to ramble with you! I don't judge either, so feel free to share your grossest, nastiest thoughts even :)

> though I ask to please do not start trauma dumping or venting in my asks. it makes me uncomfortable, and I'm a good listener, not a good responder, so I may not be able to figure out the words you'd want to hear/see.

> I always try to be respectful and polite to anyone, and to follow their blog rules! If I seemed rude or maybe broke one of your blog rules let me know please :(

> spam liking is okay!! Reblogging is even cooler!! like flood my inbox pls. makes me super happy to see a bunch of notifications in my inbox!! comments, tags, reblogs, likes anything is appreciated!! <3

> if you have any tips and tricks for blogs, icons, banners/headers etc let me know! I'm a bit weak with all that ... :c

-> i’m just writing for fun and boredom, so again, just respect each other and dont hate nor insult here!! I don't use the block button because I'm low-key scared of it I used it like once in my life, to block my ex for a min or two lmao, so I won't be blocking but simply no need to waste your time! Of course, If you're a spam/bot/porn account then it's an insta-block :'o

muah thank u for reading, take care lovelies !! <3 (✿˵ ꒡3꒡˵)

#i'll be adding more stuff if i need to this list!! #fuck i thought'd this would be easier .... yeah its really not #choco.rules #choco.navi

[spaceyspacedust]

Welcome to my Orbit!

Rules & Info!

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Updated: 3/28/23

Current inbox status: VERY SLOW, but OPEN!

Fandoms I’ll Currently Write For: Project Sekai, OMORI, Doki Doki Literature Club, whatever I feel like.

Fandoms I’ve Previously Been in and Will Consider Writing For: (This is mainly if the inspiration/interest takes me and I feel confident enough to take up the mantle again)  Obey Me!, Mystic Messenger, OMORI, Genshin Impact, Danganronpa, Doki Doki Literature Club, Fujiwara Bittersweet, XOXO Droplets, Our Life, Stardew Valley!, Wordgirl, Bandori, RPG Horror Games... You name it.

Keep in mind I’m in a multitude of other fandoms though, so feel free to ask or try and request stuff if yours isn’t on here, and I’ll try my best! I don’t mind.

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This is a multifandom fanblog dedicated to writing headcanons for fandoms, wooo!

Whether it’s just plain ol’ headcanons, shitposts, or even the occasional short drabble or minific, feel free to send in anything from your most wholesome fluff to your most painful angst!

I’m not too picky, really- So I’ll write it all! Feel free to flood my ask box.

I also occasionally draw, so feel free to send in stuff related to that once in a while,, who knows, I might draw it

I write with a Gender Neutral MC if one needs to be included, so if you’d like something else, please specify!

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Things I Won’t Write

Explicit NSFW. I’ll allow things that are slightly suggestive at best, but please try not to go full horny on me. I am asexual. Your ask will be ✨deleted✨

Extremely graphic or in-deph depictions of suicide, self-harm, or the thoughts leading to such. Touchy subject, so it’s a no-go. Try to keep it brief at best, I guess? I’ll consider writing for touchy subjects if I think I can, but if it’s out of my area of expertise, I’d rather not. Feel free to send in and find out?

Romantic situations involving literal children. If they’re 10-12, I’ll only write platonic for it. No pedos on my blog, no thank you.

Minor x Adult of any kind. See previous point.

Controversial, taboo, or just straight up bigoted subjects. Heavy gore, politics, racism/sexism, homophobia, or stuff that’ll either land you in jail or at the very least cancelled is a no for me. (Pricks DNI)

Anything else that I don’t want to write. If I think I’ll end up messing up the topic, not doing it any justice, or it just straight up makes me uncomfortable, I most likely wont write it. dont come for me

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This is my first real headcanons blog so please spare me, I’m learning! (But I’m also willing to take advice and such as well!)

Feel free to send in random asks to either chat with me as well! I don’t bite!

If you’d like to block out non-headcanon related content or potential spam, blacklist the tags #space-junk (s p a m), #saturn-speaks (talks by yours truly), or #shitty-space-dust (shitposts) Check out my taglist for other tags to keep an eye on!

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Masterlist

Taglist

Art Corner

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #gender neutral mc #omori game #omori #swd obey me #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #ddlc #doki doki literature club #mysme #ddlc headcanons #doki doki literature club headcanons #mysme headcanons #mcyt #fujiwara bittersweet #omori headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley #project sekai headcanons

[whrrlwind]

------ HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

Speed I AM... not the fastest, as i’m sure you’ve all seen. i really do my best however, but there are many factors that keep me from fucking blasting out replies the instant i can. i’m incredibly impulsive, so i can either rapid fire out responses based on my mood/how whirl’s feeling, or i can be incredibly slow and only reply to specific things. it sucks, lol, but that’s just how it do be. like i said tho, i always try my best!

Replies hoo boy. i format quite a bit (obviously), but i always do my best to make sure my replies are legible from every degree. my lengths vary, but i’ve noticed i tend to... ramble in some, so some replies become longer than intended. oops! but i’m usually more up for 2-3 paragraphs replies. all icons are my own--- cropped to 85x85 using an edit format ive cooked up myself after probably spending hours in el photoshop until im happy.

Starters I AM FUCKING ATROCIOUS WITH STARTERS. the literal worst. im awful. it’s INCREDIBLY rare for me to offer starters, so don’t really expect me to make posts for them. hooooowever, a lot of my started take form in the shape of an ask in your inbox, so that’s somethin to consider.

Inbox it’s always open!! even if i may be flooded with things to answer, i will always be accepting things in the ask box. i try not to ignore asks, but sometimes i can forget, or im just simply taking my time with getting to it!! please dont worry too much abt it uwu HOWEVER, any RP related/involved asks will only be answered ic if they come from a mutual of mine; others will be ignored. if it’s something for me to answer ooc tho, it’s free game for anyone to send anything in! the same applies: i will do my best to get to it, but i will also take my time with it.

Selectivity i am mutuals only exclusive, to be blunt. like above, i will only interact with things ic if i’m mutuals with the person im responding to. there are no exceptions to this. if you consistently try to interact ic and we are not mutuals, i WILL block. just read rules pages man, lol.

Wishlist as of right now, i dont have a real wishlist for things--- HOWEVER, when i eventually do--- i will make post about things for my wishlist with an appropriate tag, as i am incredibly impulsive and things change v commonly with me. oops.

Honest Note i am... trying my best. i really heckin am. i really want to interact with all my mutuals, but im constantly overwhelmed with things to do here. sorry! but this is honestly the most fun ive had writing a muse in a long time, and i wanna thank everyone for making it as fun as it is, and constantly putting up with my bullshit <3

Tagged By: no one! i stole it from reg Tagging: Y  O  U

#《 🌌. eat my ass spirits! 》 (ooc) #《 🌌. i eat coffee beans raw to survive 》 (mun) #long post // #no read mores here. we die like men #decided to take a small break from drafts and do a lil munday thing #i will however be diving right the fuck back in bc my groove is ON today #and i am NOT letting it go to waste #even if i kill my shoulder in the process

[midoriyasbones]

look. im going off anon for this, which is something i never do tbh. i ship sk. i ship it like hell. but i like kl too, and when i saw that post, i laughed. it was a good joke, and tbh i was like "wtf why cant u see keiths hand maybe he IS holding lances hand". people go on and on about klantis, but there are sheith shippers who take it way too fucking far sometimes. you don't deserve hate or problems for that. you seem like a genuinely nice person who doesn't deserve crap for what you ship. (1)

¡you deserve as much happiness with your ship as we get with ours. as much as id like things to be canon, i realize that it might not be, and no matter what, no one deserves to be hated on or pestered because of what they ship. klance is a damn beautiful ship, and some sk shippers need to realize that by harrassing people over ships, they have sunk to @ntis levels. so you keep on shipping your great ship and dont listen to what anybody has to say about it. youre doing amazing sweetie. (2)

ALSO another thing that some sk shippers need to realize is that kl shipper =/= anti!! sure, it's definitely a thing (oh boy is it a thing) but just because someone ships kl doesnt mean theyre an anti! sometimes the sk side of the fandom can be pretty damn hypocritical too, and it pisses me off. sk is a good ship. kl is a good ship. one ship is not inherently better than another, even in regards to whether or not itll be "canon". just let people enjoy what they want! sorry for venting a bit. (3)

OH FRESHLY BREWED JUNIBERRY??

(for context, here’s the s8 poster shitpost in question, here’s me popping off, and here’s me popping off part 2 electric boogaloo i was MAD last night akdsjfjksakfj)

i’m gonna start of by saying that i don’t think this is actually an s/k vs k/l situation? because this behavior is NOT a thing reserved to s/k shippers, it’s just that as that ship has exploded in the past year so has the number of people who are s/k shippers doing this so it just feels like it, but i see it across the board. it’s not s/k thing and i don’t want it to be labeled as such. it’s just that because s/k has become so big you can find more examples of it than if you went searching in s/l, a/l, p/l, etc. could some of that behavior be s/k vs k/l? i’m sure you’d be hard pressed not to find at least one person like that out there, but i actually believe this stems from more of a non-k/l shipping fandom issue than anything else.

i feel like i should address what counts as ant¡ behavior, especially as an ex-ant¡ myself. but that’s probably a post i’ll make separately from this one though as i want to be able to word it correctly and make it so that people don’t feel like i’m coming for them or their ship. the fact is that some people genuinely don’t recognize their behavior for what it is because it’s almost been reinforced that they’re doing the right thing by so many for so long they’ve let themselves go unchecked and because of that it’s just spiraled out of control.

but yeah, just because someone ships k/l doesn’t mean they’re an anti! i think that sometimes people just jump the gun, and honestly i’m not going to make excuses for them anymore. the thing is it’s not even that every sha/adin shipper has been personally harassed for their ship, because statistically that’s just not possible. i really don’t think people are writing anons, @ ing in posts, etc to every single sha/adin out there. and before you come for me saying i could never know what it’s like, i have had my inbox flooded by both sides, i have been vagued about by both sides, i have had call out posts, sha/adin twitter memed me (briefly, but tbh im not mad about that IT WAS FUNNY), i was on vld.flops, and at one point i’ve had law enforcement involvement (to be fair, that was for ant¡s coming after me, not sha/adins) like i’ve been through that. that’s personal harassment. and yeah, seeing ant¡s post mean stuff in the tags, seeing them go after your favorite blogs or your friends, and in general just... their overall disrespect towards people in general is pretty bad, but none of that warrants you walking around with a chip on your shoulder or being able to just ‘go off’ at any and all times. even if you have been personally harassed once or even multiple times, you don’t get to do it back. that’s not how you enact change.

anyways, if you don’t like k/l and k/l shippers that much, and seeing them reminds you of bad things, i don’t blame you at all, but that really doesn’t excuse shitty behavior. as we say in the pro ship side of things, blacklist is your religion, and if you need a more heavy duty option (that removes the post entirely from your dash, as in the whole ‘this post is blocked because xyz’ won’t even show up the whole thing is just gone), xkit is free! if seeing it bothers you that much, don’t go scrolling through the tags, don’t go scrolling through blogs, don’t go after people bnf vague, and if you do see something, just scroll past it. in all honesty by commenting you’re just worsening the already oozing, festering, cluster fuck that is this fandom even if that post in question is by a hateful person, and that’s the at best scenario. at worst, you look like a dumbass who takes everything way too seriously by picking on a person who just made a shitpost for fun.

thank you so much for the encouragement, it really means a lot especially knowing that you’re part of the s/k fandom. having that support and knowing that not everyone is just going to think i’m a raving, rabid k/ancer uwu for getting upset over constantly being unfairly jeered at does help a great deal! im just... tired of feeling dread when my ask box lights up, or my stomach getting sick when i scroll through my activity feed. i know im usually a low sodium blog (and we will be returning to low sodium hours shortly) but i think this is something that needs to be talked about. people shouldn’t be able to get away with this behavior.

#ask jules #kind words #jules salts #jules vents #discourse #fandomaniac1540

[inkstainedfanfics]

A Lost Memory

Summary: Newt deals with a loss he believes he can never recover from with firewhiskey.

Request: "I would like angst and angst and tear my heart apart and smash it into the gutters. Regrets and tears and mistakes were made "I never want to see you again" HURT ME"

Word Count: 3,407

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @red-roses-and-stories (I hope this broke your heart enough) but also tagging @caseoffics @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

You run your hand down Newt’s bicep, popping up onto your toes to rest your chin on his shoulder and peer over him to the papers in front of him. “Whatcha doing, babe?”

“Studying the reactive tendencies of various…” he trails off, brow furrowing as the liquid in front of him turns a deep violet shade. “Well, that hardly seems right.”

You giggle and fall back to give him space. “Be careful you don’t let Pickett fall in.”

Newt scarcely appears to process your words, giving you a distracted “hmm” in response.

You roll your eyes and slide under his arm as he scribbles something onto a note. Extending your arm, you let Pickett hop onto your hand. He squeaks away as you draw him to your side.

“Come on, Pickett, we’ll go make supper so someone here doesn’t let us all starve.”

Newt’s eyes crinkle with his smile as he glances up at you. “And who did you say exaggerates the most this morning?”

You stick your tongue out. “I still think you do it more often.”

Newt watches you whisper to Pickett as you walk out, and before he returns to his work, he checks the drawer to make sure the box is still there.

Thunder rumbles, a heavy roll that rattles the rack of vials on the table.

Newt slams a tall bottle against the wooden counter in response.

He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the tiny glass on the table. The world’s wobbly in front of him, everything a smidge unsettled. He runs a hand over his face. The room reeks of alcohol, rotting food, and burning paper, but he barely registers the stench anymore. It’s as much on him as it is on the walls. You would never stand for this.

The thought bites. A pain he can’t control crawls up his throat and forms a thick knot he can’t swallow, choking him.

He chases it back down with a shot of firewhiskey.

Rain pounds into the dirt just outside the tiny shack, an effect of a storm that has been ravaging the case for weeks now. Newt hardly even notices the quaking building or the spilled ingredients for his elixirs. He can barely tell the difference between the ground shaking and his own shaking.

Another boom of thunder has a stack of books toppling into Newt’s lap.

“Newt, darling, have you seen my book? I could have sworn I left it on top of the dresser.” You stand in a ray of sunlight, squinting at Newt.

Newt glances up from the manuscript in front of him. “Sorry, love. I haven’t seen it.” He chuckles at your answering pout.

“Where in the world did it get to?” You mutter to yourself.

Newt chuckles once more and returns to his writing. The book needs little more to be considered complete, and he’s anxious to finish it. He spends nearly all his free time writing or working with a new creature. You mutter something else to yourself, gathering his attention again.

Newt’s heart swells with love. You’ve been so patient, so understanding of him and his job. You’d taken up the chores he misses with no complaint, been more than happy to cater to his creatures if he was occupied with another. The tip of the quill drifts to his mouth as he gets lost in his thoughts. He really couldn’t ask for anyone better, anyone more beautiful or with a better sense of humor than you, anyone that understands him more than he thinks even he understands himself sometimes.

Despite the urgency of the manuscript in front of him, Newt allows himself a peek at your confused expression as you lift a pillow. His heart stumbles at the sight as you bite your lip and place your hands on your hips, peering around the room. Bloody beautiful.

His hand instinctively drifts to his pocket, fingers grazing over the box in it.

Soon.

Newt grins and puts his quill back to paper. Very soon.

Newt lifts the bottle, examining the amber liquid in the dim light of the one lightbulb swinging above him. The others have shattered, consequences of violent reactions from two ingredients.

He hears the footsteps even over the growling thunder.

Tina flinches when she steps in as the shack’s stench strikes her.

Newt doesn’t bother to look at her.

“Newt, it’s supper time.” She says between coughs, trying to shout over the howling wind.

“Is it already so late?”

Tina brushes rain from her face, taking a breath as her perfumed wrist nears her nose. “Already?” Tina says it in a voice that indicates that she knows Newt’s aware of what time it is.

Newt clenches his jaw. Of course he knows what time it is. He always knows now. Always knows how long it has been since he found out. Who else is going to keep him on time now?

You stand in the doorway of the shack, hands on your hips and storm brewing in your eyes.

Newt gulps.

“Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.” It’s the first time you’ve used his full name.

Newt pinches the bridge of his nose, ducking his head. “Something wrong, love?”

“Is something wrong? Are you serious?”

“Erm, yes?”

A wrong answer, evidently. You huff, stomping into the room and glaring at the vial in his hand. “Do you even realize what time it is?”

Newt hazards a guess. “Just before noon?”

“It is nine thirty at night, Newt. Nine thirty. Do you know who was supposed to come over at eight tonight?”

Realization dawns on Newt just before you answer your own question.

“Your publisher. Do you know who I had to spend the last hour and a half talking with and assuring over and over that you would be here soon?”

“My publisher?”

“Good, you’re catching on.”

“I’m sorry, love.” His heart sinks. You hate being a hostess and hate lying, both of which he’d caused you to do just now. Newt sets his notes down; the breakthrough on a cure for obliviate seems far less newsworthy now.

“Sorry isn’t enough. You need to pay attention to the time.” Your anger is quickly fading at Newt’s solemn gaze, though. “What would you do if I weren’t here for you?”

A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. “Turn into dust and float away, if you’re to be believed.”

“Yes, well, I should be believed. I’m pretty smart.”

“You’re absolutely brilliant.”

You feel heat creeping into your cheeks. “You’d better remember that.”

“Who could forget when they win the lottery, my love?”

Newt just shrugs, hands trembling around the shot glass now. “It’s easy to lose track of time down here.”

“Newt, don’t lie to me.”

He glances at her, the shadow of a smile on his lips. “What purpose would that serve?”

“You need to eat.”

“I do.”

A plate of eggs and rotting bacon Tina brought down three days ago sits on the ground, tossed carelessly aside. Tina and Newt both look at it for a moment.

She sighs. “You’re going to die down here.”

He thins his lips. “I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Newt—“

“Tina.” He interrupts, hands fully shaking now.

She ignores the interruption. “You need to take care of yourself. Do you really think she—“

“You have no right.” The words are quiet, a threat in themselves.

Tina persists. “You can’t let this happen. You’re better than this.”

The words are close, so close to what he used to hear and the memories are rushing back now, a catastrophic avalanche of thoughts he can’t stop, can’t end. Newt’s hands tighten around the glass and bottle he’s holding as he tries to block out the tidal wave of memories flooding him.

Tina’s footsteps pound against the floor, and she slams open the door, half falling into the room. “Newt!”

He shoves the box behind his back, snapping the top shut. “Everything all right?”

“She’s gone.” Tina’s face is red and she’s panting, not a line of amusement or composure in her face.

Newt feels his entire world stop on a dime. “Gone where?”

“Ambushed. Come on, we have to go.” Tina grabs his arm, pulling him half to his feet before apparating away with a pop. Newt’s grip loosens as he feels himself get sucked into that tube.

The ring box clatters to the ground and pops open, a small gold band rolls out and spins, spins, spins, finally falling after a minute. A heavy silence fills the room.

Tina takes a step forward, crunching broken glass underfoot. “Newt, are you all right?”

Newt clenches his jaw, heart pounding. All he can see is you, that day, with that blank stare and the cut and your words. Oh Merlin, your words.

The alcohol makes it all the more easy to fall into the sight, to smell the rancid odor of too much spilled blood and hear the way you spoke to him.

The shot glass strains in his hand, and Tina’s calls to him fade away into a distant noise.

Sweat drips from the tip of Newt’s nose and lands on his top lip, but he doesn’t brush it away as he ducks behind a shelf in the grocery store, dodging another curse.

Ambushed by fanatics. He curses Tina under his breath as he throws another spell over the boxes. She should have been paying more attention, focusing more. You could be in trouble because of her, could be dying. He stops breathing as the image hits him. You, lying motionless, not breathing, not smiling, not speaking. Just dead.

Newt shakes the thoughts from his head. You’re strong, a witch that knows how to fight. You have to be holding your own. You can’t be… He forces himself to take another breath and peer around the shelf. What matters now is finding you and getting you out of here, free from danger. Newt dives out from his hiding spot, running down the aisles, scanning them for you. Spells crack behind, breaking against cans of beans. His boots squeak against the tiled floor as he turns, rushing down another aisle.

He’s being reckless, and he knows it. Tina shouts at him as he dodges curse after curse, leaving the casters behind for the other MACUSA officers to deal with.

A spell splits open the skin on his cheek, but he just keeps sprinting down the aisles, searching for you. The smell of burnt flesh makes him gag, but he doesn’t slow down.

Newt pauses in the last aisle, legs nearly giving out in relief. Maybe you escaped, maybe you made it out. He gasps in two breaths and moves again.

He pushes a door open to a freezer room and you’re there on the ground, unmoving, a man next to you with a wand pressed against your temple.

Newt shouts his curse, a wave of rage surging through him at the sight. He sends the man reeling back, head cracking against the concrete wall. The stranger doesn’t move.

Not that Newt cares as he sprints to your side, dropping into a puddle of blood, a scream bubbling out of his mouth as his fingers press against your neck, searching desperately for a pulse, a breath, anything to prove that you’re still alive.

He sobs in relief when he finds one, a strong but rushed beat. You’re alive.

Newt kneels next to you, wand hovering over every small cut on your body. There aren’t many, thank Merlin. His hands shake and he can barely breathe when he finds a gash in your side, the one the blood covering the floor must have come from.

Newt’s pale face is the first thing Tina notices as she bursts into the room. Her own shriek echoes through the room at the sight of you unmoving on the ground, but Newt shakes his head, words trembling.

“She’s all right, just unconscious.”

She falls onto her knees next to you, “Not dead?”

Newt’s entire body shudders as he takes your hand in his. “No.”

“Oh, thank heavens.” Tina shakes her head. “I don’t know what happened. We were attacked out of nowhere, and one of them grabbed her. I couldn’t get her free, couldn’t get a clear shot on him.”

Newt thins his lips but nods. “This wasn’t your fault, Tina.”

She visibly relaxes at his sentence, letting out a breath. “The others. I have to check on the others.”

She stands, one final anxious glance at you, but leaves the room.

You stir minutes later, squeezing your eyes shut tight before finally blinking them open and gazing up at Newt.

Newt’s grip on your hand tightens as you prop yourself on one elbow. “You’re okay, love. It’s okay.”

“Where am I?”

Newt smiles a little at your confused expression. “The grocers. There was an attack, but they’re all gone now. You’re safe.”

You run a hand over your face. “What… how… what happened?”

Newt shudders in relief as he tugs you tight against him and explains. “Quite the eventful day, hmm?” The joke is weak, a fragile attempt from a fragile person. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself: you’re still here. Thank god.

You lean away from him. “Can I go?”

Newt nods. “We can go home.”

“We?”

He smiles weakly. “You plan on leaving me here?”

Your face screws up in confusion. “I’m sorry…”

Newt’s aware of Tina re-entering the room but he doesn’t turn around. “Home. The case, remember? You’re always nagging me to clean it up.”

You shake your head slowly.

Newt’s breaths quicken. “With the creatures. Frank and Clyde and Marietta. You know what I’m talking about. Even Pickett’s there right now.”

“Pickett. Who’s Pickett?”

The ground drops out from under him as he realizes the spell that must’ve been cast. The only memory spell he knows can do such extensive damage to a person, but no. He smiles gently at you, there’s no way your entire memory was wiped of him. Something, somewhere, there must be a memory remaining, a lingering bit of him that Obliviate couldn’t touch.

“The bowtruckle. A little pest sometimes, though I hear he’s more helpful in the kitchen than I.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Thank you for saving my life, but I don’t… I just want to go back to my hotel room and sleep.”

Newt stops breathing. “Sorry, love, what?”

You slide away, flinching at the feel of the slick floor beneath you. “I have to go.”

Newt’s hand reaches for you and wraps gently around your wrist. “Love, where are you going?”

Your eyes flicker to Tina behind him, a mixture of fear and pleas.

Tina steps forward, resting a hand on Newt’s shoulder, her own heart breaking as she recognizes the look in your eyes too. “Newt, I don’t think she recognizes you.”

Newt desperately tries to hold his world together. “No, no that’s not possible. That isn’t-that can’t be true. We – we love each other.”

You slide further away, wrist slipping from his grasp.

Newt shakes, breaths trembling. “Love, come on. You can’t have forgotten me, can you?”

Tina gestures at you with her chin. “Get her to St. Mungo’s. See if they can recover anything.” Her voice softens as two women Newt didn’t notice before step to your side. “Newt, I’m so sorry.”

He sits there in the puddle of blood, unable to stare at anything but your gaze, a mixture of panic, fear, and utter bewilderment at his reaction. At this violent reaction you believe to be coming from a stranger.

“Maybe they know how to cure obliviate’s effects there. They’re good with maladies. I know that Queenie had to send a friend there once…” The words fade into nothing for Newt, just a background noise he can’t bring himself to care about.

Newt wonders if he’ll be sick right there as his stomach churns and a loud ringing deafens him to Tina’s words. He watches you back away from him, grabbing the arms of one of the women and clinging to her.

He’s supposed to protect you, supposed to keep you safe.

He failed, and now he’s paying the price.

You disappear with a pop, eyes wide and body shaking like Newt’s, but not a shred of recognition in your eyes.

Newt becomes aware of the glass bottle in his hand again. An urge to throw it, send it crashing and cracking open against the ground grips him. Break it. Destroy it like you destroyed him.

Newt sets the bottle down carefully, jaw clenched tight.

He won’t break it, not when he needs to start rebuilding himself.

He tunes back in to Tina’s lecture. “—two months. I know it’s hard, but you need to take care of yourself before you research anything.”

“Tina, take this and go.” He crumples a sheet of paper in his hand, shoving it at her. The world spins.

She coughs at the burning smell of firewhiskey on his breath. “What’s this?”

He slumps in his chair. “Her new address.”

Tina stares at him, lips parted in surprise. Her voice is soft again, as though she’s speaking to a child. “Newt, I’m not saying you should give up. Just give it some time. Maybe you’ll find something; a potion or a new spell.”

He shakes his head. “Stop it.”

“She isn’t gone.”

He doesn’t understand why she’s so adamant, so demanding of him to have hope until he drags his gaze up to meet hers and finds his misery reflected in her eyes. A lesser amount, sure, but the skin around them is red and puffy, a telltale sign of her own tears. He wonders for a moment if she’s right. Should he hope? Should he contact you and try it all again?

But no, that’s all bullshit. A tide of anger rises in Newt. What does she have to be angry about? Who is she to make demands of him, to instill him with a hope that is a complete lie? You’re gone. You’re bloody gone and there’s nothing either him nor Tina can do to bring you back to the person you were.

His fingers itch to grab the bottle and smash it against the table to quell the agonizing pain the hope always carries with it.

Tina’s breath catches at the unequaled grief in Newt’s bloodshot eyes. The black bags hanging under them and the stark contrast of his paled skin only emphasizes the gravity of his expression.

Tina’s voice leaps into a higher pitch. “She can’t be…” she clears her throat, next sentence more aggressive and assured. “She isn’t gone.

Newt’s voice is as flat as he can keep it as he suppresses the anger at her; it’s filled with numb pleasure he can only find in bottles of firewhiskey now. “She doesn’t recognize me, let alone remember a single thing I’ve ever said to her.” His voice breaks. “She’s gone, Tina. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Newt shuts his eyes, picturing your face as he grabs the bottle again. “Fine. But don’t bring this up to me. She’s none of your business.” He can almost see the jab hanging in the air, and the slicing agony of Tina’s demands is fresh in his mind, so he takes it. “Not when you’re the reason she’s gone.”

Tina turns to stone at the comment. She takes three deep breaths, teeth grinding together, before smashing the ball of paper in her hands. “Fine, Newt. If you want to live in some fairytale land where she just stops existing because she doesn’t love you anymore, go ahead, but I’m sure as hell going to find her again and become her friend because we can still do that.”

“Just remember when you’re with her that you’re the reason you have to redo everything.”

Tina shrieks in frustration and storms out into the rain.

Newt sighs through his nose, a long breath that eases some of the tension in his shoulders but fails to remove the weight still tugging down his chest.

One more night.

One final night of mourning you. Newt will start rebuilding in the morning.

Thunder rumbles a final time, a long roar that sounds something close to your laugh as it rises and falls and rises again.

Newt squeezes his eyes shut and when he opens them again, Tina’s gone, you’re gone, and he’s all alone.

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