i'm more of a chaser, really

it’s no secret to anyone who’s been following me since february that despite my attempts to come back here, i haven’t managed to be active with newt since i took my main rp blog off hiatus. i’ve wanted to bc i miss writing him and i miss writing with all of you, but something about bloghopping to keep multiple muses active never works out for me.

SO. i recently started making use of the multimuse hub ( @awfulcharm ) i created months ago and i’ve officially added a sideblog over there for newt. i’m keeping the url, so find me over at @protegens if you’d like to keep writing with me <3

“i’ll be back in a few days” they say, almost two weeks ago. smh.

HI, REMEMBER ME?? i’m back hello, my apologies yet again for the absence, but i want to get back to doing stuff around here. i miss noot. i mean, i’ve missed him the whole time, but muse levels elsewhere were much higher and are just now starting to even out.

whoops uh hey. i promise i’m not dead and neither is this blog. mentioned it back on... friday, i think, but i’m currently overwhelmed with muse for me other son so i’ve been taking advantage of that and focusing all of my writing there for rn, as i’m sure the excitement of ending my hiatus and the new season of his canon will lessen with a bit of time. i should be able to focus on both him and newt at that point.

     It isn’t the kiss that startles him -- although, it is really surprising. It’s easy enough to blame that on Dox’s inebriation, to forget it and move on. No, it’s the emotion that’s on display as he tries to coax the man up to his feet. The sheer vulnerability. Dox goes to such incredible lengths to hide these things, to make himself appear indifferent to everyone and everything, that even when he’s so drunk that he’s fallen to the floor, it’s startling to see him like this.

Newt knows better than to believe that Dox has never cared about anyone. No one has gone through their lives without caring about someone, and Dox cares far more than he admits. What’s surprising though is to hear him talking, believing it’s this ‘Gage’ who he obviously cares for deeply, and being so honest. He doesn’t think the openness in telling ‘Gage’ that he misses him is something caused by the alcohol -- it seems, to him at least, like this was someone Dox was open with about his emotions.

          ----But obviously, something happened. What, Newt hasn’t the faintest, but                it doesn’t seem as though Dox has any idea either.

There’s a sharp tug of empathy in his chest as he finds himself left with the other man limp, held partially up from the floor rather awkwardly in his arms, and Newt chews at his lip in thought. Curious as he is about these unexpected revelations about his ( rather one-sided ) friend, much as he wants to help in offering Dox a chance to talk about it all, he suspects that wouldn’t go over well. At best, it would end with him being yelled and cursed out of Dox’s home. At worst, he might walk away with a broken nose. Dox strikes him as the type who gets... confrontational when his emotions are brought up, who gets extremely defensive over moments where he’s been vulnerable. No, for now... it’s probably best to pretend like it never happened, whether Dox remembers the events of tonight or not.

@protegens | sc.

Her heart was POUNDING, the screech of some CREATURE have completely frightened her. Unseeing eyes couldn’t decipher was exactly it was. But Cicely had sustained no harm, whatever it was had turned its attention to something else. No, SOMEONE else. She didn’t need enhanced hearing, something she had gone without for the past year, to hear a male voice.  ❝  What is that?  ❞ Though Cecily had done quite well in Care of Magical Creatures, it wasn’t as though she could know ALL of them, especially not by the sounds they made.  But she certainly knew it wasn’t something that belonged in the MUGGLE world she had hidden herself away in.

     “No. --No, you know perfectly well that you aren’t to be out here.” These words were, of course, not directed at the frightened woman, rather at the three-headed snake that had managed to startle her. Tone stern, Newt set his case on the ground and flipped open the lid, rising once more in order to point at the Runespoor.

     “We’ve talked about this. In you get, go on.” There was a long pause in which the man and the creature stared at one another, but once Newt’s eyebrows rose to indicate that he was indeed serious, that there would be consequences to ignoring him, the Runespoor thankfully relented. It began to slither toward the case, one of its three heads hanging rather shamefully as Newt watched it the whole way back to where it was supposed to remain. Once the tip of the creature’s tail disappeared into the suitcase, the lid was closed again and a quiet sigh was exhaled.

“That’s much too easy. You deserve a bit of fuss,” she insisted, her nose lightly grazing against his before pressing a brief, gentle kiss to his lips.

When his arm wrapped around her, she tucked herself close against him, slipping one of her thicker, softer legs between his thinner two, and huffed a smiling sigh into his chest. She was glad it was looking to be a good day, that she’d woken feeling happy and refreshed. A part of her had dreaded her own mind’s cruel timing, but any darkness lying inside seemed content to remain in far corners.

“Just one thing you’d most like to do…tell me.”

     He hummed contentedly as Genevive shifted herself closer, his thumb stroking gently and absent-mindedly along her skin. Lifting his head just slightly, Newt then pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his eyes finally fluttering open.

     “I don’t know,” he admitted, a sheepish breath of a laugh slipping past his lips as he dropped his head back to the pillow. Honestly, he was quite content to simply spend a quiet day at home, to make the most of the time they had together. He’d never been one for big birthday plans; not for his own birthdays.

EYES MOVE TO THE OTHER,         from where they had been resting as her hands move swiftly over her own art,         wand resting precariously with a light glowing.        she spends her nights hiding out,         forever engaged in something that has little place here.        even the portraits,       painted as they are,      are hardly revered as stunning works of art.        “    ah,   you caught me.   ”      //      @protegens.        au sc.

     “I’m sorry, I hope I’ve not disturbed you.”

     Not often is it that he runs into anyone else who’s slipped out of their common room in the middle of the night, and it’s managed to catch him rather off guard. At least it isn’t one of the professors though, he supposes. Smile sheepish, Newt rubs at the back of his neck, but his eyes wander to the page she appears to have been sketching on.

thick eyebrows pull together slightly at the other man’s reaction when he had begun speaking ; he’s pretty sure he hasn’t said anything strange, or at least anything that might warrant such a reaction. perhaps it merely stems from the fact that the only other times newt has met “him”, he’s either attacked or sentenced him and tina to DEATH ( illegally, he should add ). it’s plenty understandable, so percival doesn’t dwell on it.

while he understands that the englishman isn’t fully responsible, he’s still the one that unmasked grindelwald ; from what he can gather tina had SUSPICIONS much earlier than the showdown in the subway, likely from since their interrogation ended, though he expects as much from her as one of his aurors. a magizoologist? not so much. still, he’s glad for the man’s part in stopping the madman’s plan, however small or large it was. something A LOT worse could have happened if he were to left to remain as he was…though that’s not to discount the unfortunate death of the barebones boy. percival understands why it had to happen, but that doesn’t make him feel any BETTER about it.

“not to worry : her involvement isn’t bein’ downplayed,” he changes his line of thought. normally such matters wouldn’t be spoken of to anyone outside of his departments, but he figures this is an exception. “given the situation with the second salamers has…resolved itself, to put it mildly, she’ll be gettin’ reinstated when i return to work.” whenever THAT is, he gripes mentally, feeling a familiar weight shift against his injured arm. percival flexes his fingers, nothing but the barest of twitches across his features to indicate any sort of pain. “fortunate indeed. i hear yer returnin’ to finish writin’ a..book of some sort?”

     “I’m relieved to hear that.” He sounds it, too. Newt can’t quite help the gentle quirk at the corner of his mouth, a hint of a genuine, satisfied smile. If there’s one thing that should come of all this, it’s that Tina should be reinstated as an Auror; he’s certain she’ll be thrilled when she hears she’s being returned to her old position, if she hasn’t already been told. While he may not be overly fond of Aurors, if mostly due to his own less-than-pleasant interactions with them in the past... Tina has endeared herself to him during their time working together, and she is much more the type of person he’d like to see in such a position than most of the others he’s met.

A soft exhale, not exactly a sigh but still carrying a thankful edge to it, and he shifts slightly in his seat, head lifting at the question of his book. Of all the things he’d have expected to be spread throughout MACUSA, he can’t say that he’d have thought that knowledge of his book would be on the list. His reason for coming to America being to release a rescued Thunderbird, his smuggling in of a great number of magical creatures from all over the world, his near expulsion from Hogwarts... All of those seem far more likely ( and likely are out there, as well ), and yet apparently, somewhere along the line, someone felt it important to take note of his writing a book. And Graves, evidently, found it important ( or interesting? ) enough to ask him about. --Not that this is something Newt minds, of course, though it is somewhat frustrating how, in most cases when he discusses it, he has to explain that it is not an extermination guide, nor some sort of pest control guide.

ISFP  -  The Artist