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fckingfangirlever · 10 months
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Okay, so i got this idea.
Can we reboot Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them? But without the dumbledore and grindelwald storyline. Just Scamander brothers and the beasts.
In supernatural vibes. Two brothers, travelling and saving magic creatures.
OMG
Saving fantastic beasts, hunting poachers. The Family Business.
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4theseus-s · 1 year
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newt: i just ended a four year relationship
theseus: wait, what? are you alright?
newt: hm? oh yeah, i'm fine. it wasn't my relationship
*dumbledore and grindelwald fighting from across the room*
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aesthetic--mood · 2 years
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Theseus Scamander Aesthetic
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its-vannah · 2 years
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Our Secret - Theseus x Reader
A/N: I only ever publish things I'm somewhat proud of, and I absolutely love the way that this one turned out.
Word Count: 1,342
Warnings: Sassy Lally (more of a gift than a warning), fluff (<3)
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Lally's skirt swishes around her ankles as she entered her classroom at Ilvermorny, a long sigh escaping her lips as she made her way to her desk. Papers were scattered all over the surface, parchment placed in a heap at the center of the table, and quills were spilling out of their holder.
Her students were already done for the day, now nestled back in their common rooms in preparation for the next day. But you were still there, twirling around in her swivel chair, enjoying the moment.
When you noticed her, a large smile appeared on your face, and you rose from your seat, "Lally, you're back already!"
She nodded, "I've been gone too long. Can't have you teaching them better than me, can I?"
"Well, it's too late for that." You teased, giving her a quick hug, "It's good to see you, but you really should get going. You look exhausted, Lally."
"I assure you that I'm quite alright. Just glad to be back and in my classroom." Lally said, waving her wand to arrange the parchament in a neat stack, placing the quills all in one cannister, and sorting the papers by student's year.
You shrugged, "Suit yourself. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."
"You could get back to teaching Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow and tell them what a great professor I am?" She suggested, wiggling her brows, "You never know, Y/N, maybe I'll teach Care of Magical Creatures one day and you'll teach Charms."
"You? Teaching Care of Magical Creatures? And me teaching Charms? You're too kind- and unrealistic." You sighed, shaking your head, "I'd have better luck getting a job with MACUSA than I would getting the role of Charms professor."
"You're probably right. I don't think the charms teacher here wants to leave anytime soon. She likes what she does. She's rather good at it, too." Lally teased, reclaiming her seat.
You raked a hand through your hair, "I don't know, I'd say she's okay."
Lally jokingly rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat.
The door behind you burst open, the doors slamming into the walls on its sides. Startled, you drew your wand, aiming it directly at your target.
But Lally leaped out of her chair, gently pushing your hand towards the ground, "Careful, Y/N, he's no harm. Just a friend."
She turned towards the man who had just entered her classroom, "What can I do for you, Mr. Scamander."
"Please, Lally, call me Theseus." He said, offering her a small smile, before clearing his throat, "Newt's here for the next few days as a guest speaker for Care of Magical Creatures. And, given that he's, well, Newt, I've been sent here to supervise. It's a good thing, too, because he's already lost Teddy."
"You don't think he's gotten in here, do you?" Lally questioned, peering around the room for any sign of movement.
Theseus shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I don't want to leave any table unturned."
They began scuffling around the room, peering under benches, tables, and in between bookcases. You stood in the center of the room, unsure of what to do with yourself.
Clearing your throat, you offered your best smile, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Theseus turned towards you, his eyes locked on yours. But you didn't notice, your eyes were too busy wandering the room. But Lally noticed, and that's when an idea popped into her head.
"You know, I'm awfully tired. I should really be heading back. But Theseus, Y/N would be more than happy to help you search for that niffler." Lally pretended to yawn, stretching her arms as she walked past him, winking at you as she made her way to the door, "Greatest of nights to you two!"
And then the doors shut and she was gone.
You stared at the closed door, then looked back to Theseus, "So, what exactly are we looking for?"
"A niffler." He responded, lifting himself up off the ground, "Specifically my brother's niffler."
"What's a niffler?" You asked, your head tilting to the side, curious as to how he'd describe the mole-like creature.
"Oh," His forehead creased, and he began making odd motions with his hands to describe it, "He's… soft… and he's got a pouch… and a pinkish face, but black fur… saved my life…"
You raised your brows, a laugh escaping your lips. Your hand rushed to cover your mouth, but it was too late. Soon enough, Theseus began laughing to, ceasing his movements, "I'm not exactly sure what I was trying to show you there… Can't really make a niffler out of air."
Nodding, you smiled, "You're very creative."
"Aren't I?" He teased, his hands in his pockets as he accepted defeat, "I don't think he's in here."
You stood up from your spot on the floor, where you had been looking under a bookcase, "That's a shame. Is there anywhere else you could look?"
He shook his head, "We'll have to enlist help checking the common rooms tomorrow when the students have cleared out. It wouldn't be right to go in there now."
Suddenly, his tweed coat began to sway, causing his eyes to widen. He reached down deep into his pocket, letting out a sigh when he lifted what looked to be a niffler, from what he had described, out of it.
"Is that the niffler?" You asked, walking over to him.
"You couldn't tell? I thought I explained it so well!" He joked, softly scratching the creature's head, "This is Teddy, he's my brother's."
You rubbed Teddy's chin with your finger, smiling as he squeeked excitedly against your touch.
"He's quite friendly." You acknowleged, "Your brother has done well."
Theseus nodded, "I've grown quite fond of him myself. Thank you, again, for your help."
You waved her hand, "You did most of the work. Or, he did."
"Well, now that we've found him, it's time to return him to my brother."
"Oh." You said, your shoulders sagging, "Well, it was nice to meet you… Theseus?"
He nodded, "Y/N, right? You know, it'd be nice having another set of eyes on him. To make sure he doesn't run off again. Would you mind helping me track down my brother? I understand if you don't, it's a lot to ask, but I'll make it up to you. I'll get you dinner afterwards?"
"I'd like that, very much." You beamed, holding the large wooden door open for him.
He stepped out, looking around unsure, "If I'm being completely honest, I don't exactly know where I'm headed. I went to Hogwarts myself."
"Really?" You questioned, acting surprised, "I was sure you were an american with that accent.
Theseus laughed, "Were you?"
You nodded, "Thankfully for you, I know exactly where I'm going."
"Did you go here?" He asked, trying to keep Teddy for crawling up his arm.
"I still do."
His eyes widened, "I didn't realize you were a student. I thought-"
"I'm a professor." You said, cutting him off.
"What do you teach?"
A smirk appeared on your face, half covered in the shadows, "Care of Magical Creatures."
"So… you knew exactly what a niffler was and what it looked like?" He swallowed, stopping dead in his tracks.
With a nod, you placed a reassuring hand on his back, "It's alright. You explained them almost as well as my first years."
He shook his head, his cheeks flushing.
"It's alright, really! I was just teasing." You laughed, "Hurt your pride?"
"Maybe just a bit." He said, chuckling to himself.
"Here, follow me. I know a shortcut." You said, pulling down on a nearby torch. Large stone bricks began to rearrange themselves, allowing the two of you into a passageway, "It'll be our secret."
"Our secret?"
"Yes."
Theseus smiled at you as he stepped into the passageway, "I like the sound of that."
The two of you continued walking side by side, neither saying a word but knowing what the other meant.
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uefb · 1 year
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Headcanon: Why do I feel like this sums up Theseus and Newt’s entire relationship / their entire family all the way back through childhood?
Blue screenshot from unposted chapter of fic x
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Like…
Age 6: Newt’s dissection of a horklump is so precise his mum sends off his sketches and notes to the Hogwarts library and theseus doesn’t find out until the next spring when he’s scouring the stacks for a diagram for his Care of Magical Creatures final
Age 8: Newt’s mum puts him in Muggle primary school to help him learn social skills but the kids are boring and awful so Newt starts accidentally magicking himself into the woods outside the school for 2 weeks straight and just walks back to the yard for pick-up in the afternoons. Doesn’t tell anyone until the Ministry shows up at their house to ask his parents if they know their son’s been performing complex underage magic
Age 10: Newt gets bitten by a ridiculous number of doxies while investigating an infestation and his parents only find out when he passes out at the dinner table and Theseus only finds out when he comes home for Easter and asks his brother why his arm looks so lumpy and why he has a children’s ward hospital bracelet
Age 13: Leta bullies Newt into trying out for the Hufflepuff house team in September because they’re down players and he’s absurdly fearless when it comes to flying, and then he’s on the team for a full year, but his family only finds out when the Prophet covers the final matches of the Inter-house Cup in May, and Newt immediately quits after the final game (“it was cutting into my forest time!”), much to his brother’s chagrin
Age 14: Newt gets a school-wide award for an herbology essay on the scientific and magical distinctions between plant and animal characteristics in semi-sentient plants like venomous tentacula and devil’s snare and his family literally doesn’t find out until his expulsion hearing (but his mum still puts the award up on the wall anyway)
Age 16: Relatedly - Newt gets rather dramatically expelled but Theseus only finds out two days later when he runs into Newt in the DMLE corridor on his way to his hearing, because poor communication runs in the family and their father forgot to tell Theseus where he went Tuesday night after that barrage of Hogwarts owls showed up at 10PM
I could go on
why is this so funny to me
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newt-and-salamander · 2 years
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Newt, after his return from WW1, talking to his mother: ... and Sylvia has the most beautiful eyes, you should see them, they are sparkeling like diamonds! And she's such a nice girl, actually the friendliest of all of them, and I think she was always happy to see me ...
Theseus, who has overheard that, smirking: Sounds like you should ask her out for dinner, Newt.
Newt: I don't think that would be a great idea.
Theseus: C'mon, don't be shy, you obviously like her a lot and it's time you get yourself a girlfriend!
Newt: ... Sylvia is literally a Ukranian Ironbelly.
Theseus: Please forget everything I just said. Don't take her out for dinner.
Newt: You know, the longer I think about it, the more I like the idea ...
Theseus: The more I think about it, the more I hate it, actually.
Newt: Well, that has never stopped me.
Theseus: Newt, NO. Besides everything else, you are going to lose your job.
Newt: ... this idea is getting better and better. Do you think -
Theseus: NO!!
Newt: ... do you think there's enough room for a small dragon in the Ministry's cafeteria? - Hey, where are you going?
Theseus: Calling a lawyer. And a healer.
Newt: I don't think somebody will get hurt.
Theseus: A mind healer.
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kywaslost · 2 years
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Newt x Teen!Sister!Reader Going Through Friend Troubles
A/N: The reader is 17 years old in this. I also don’t know what happened to Newt and Theseus’ parents so they’re dead in this. Sorry lol. Also, this may be absolutely terrible, I've been really not good lately and have been having friend issues so this just may seem like a jumbled mess.
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    Growing up as the youngest of the three Scamander children, you had a lot in common with your two older brothers. You had Theseus’ professionalism and longing for a major future career. You shared Newt’s love for science and magical creatures. You were a Hufflepuff just like your brothers and excelled in defense against the dark arts, potions, alchemy, care of magical creatures, and music. You shared Theseus’ strive to do well in school but had more of Newt’s personality. You were quiet by nature, being riddled with social anxiety so strong it caused you to be selectively mute until you were around 14 years old.
    You didn’t have many friends growing up, many following your brother Newt around. He didn’t mind, seeing as he understood how making friends was hard for you. He’d let you help him with creatures he knew wouldn’t be any danger to you, and let you sit in his shed while he worked. Theseus, on the other hand, was not as understanding. He pressured you into going to events with him to try and get you used to the large crowds and potential friends. More often than not, this left you crying in the arms of your other brother as he calmed you down from an anxiety attack.
    Now that you have just finished your final year at Hogwarts, you were able to go wherever you wanted. You chose to stick with the one person you had been with your entire life, Newt. He and Theseus were so happy to see you when they picked you up from the train station. You jumped into Theseus’ open arms, giving him a huge hug. When you let go, Newt was waiting for his hug. Your smile was so wide when you dove into him. Newt rarely gave or received hugs.
    “I’m so proud of you Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “More than you could ever know.”
    “Thank you, both of you,” you said as you pulled away from Newt.
    “What are you going to do now?” Theseus asked.
    You looked between your two brothers, hesitating. “Well, um, I was wondering if I could stay with you, Newt?” It came out more like a question and a statement. Newt froze in shock and Theseus was confused.
    “Why?” Your oldest brother asked. “Don’t you want to stay with me and get a job? That way you can study for whatever you want to be?”
    “Um, I love science,” you confessed. “Sorry Theseus, but over the years I’ve learned that it’s something I’m interested in. I guess I get that from Newt. I’d love to travel with him and learn about all of his creatures and take care of them. Is it ok?” You looked to Newt, eyes filled with hope. You watched as he smiled widely and pulled you into a tight hug. This was so out of his character.
    “Y/N, I’d be honored to have you travel with me,” he said happily.
    That’s how you became even closer to your youngest older brother. You spent every day with him, helping him take care of his creatures and finding new ones. You kept a copy of his book with you everywhere. You must have read it thousand times to know everything you could about Newt’s creatures. While Newt traveled internationally, you stayed in his case. While he stayed home, you stayed in your bedroom. You spent a lot of time writing to your friends or going out with them. You all met every Friday night for weeks, spending time together. You’d come home late at night, so excited to tell Newt about what you had done with your friends. You’d run around looking for him, more often than not finding him in the depts of his suitcase. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s so happy to hear you so excited. He knew how hard you tried to make friends, and after 14 years you found a group of people who accepted you and loved you. He loved to hear you talk about them and how happy they made you.
    Except now you hadn’t been out with your friends for a month. Newt knew you were home every Friday night for the past four weeks but chose not to bring it up. Instead, he let you help him with his creatures. He kept a close eye on you to try and figure out how you were feeling about it all. Most nights you looked tired, so maybe you decided to stay home? Surely if there was something wrong you’d go to him, right?
    On the first night you didn’t go out with them, you told him that your friends were busy and wouldn’t be able to make it. You were all supposed to go to the movies together, he knew. “We rescheduled it for next week,” you said happily. “Emily said she couldn’t make it this week and we didn’t want to watch it without her.” So instead of going to the movies, you stayed in with your brother, helping make dinner and feeding his creatures. 
    On the second night you stayed home, Newt found you asleep on the couch in his apartment. He shook your shoulder gently, waking you up. “Y/N, shouldn’t you be on your way with your friends?” he asked softly.
    You rubbed your tired eyes and shook your head. “No, they rescheduled again. I guess everyone’s been busy this week. They’ve barely written to me.”
    Newt frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like to come to help me with my creatures?” Newt could tell you were a bit down, seeing as you hadn’t been able to see your friends in a while. He knew how the creatures always helped you feel better.
    “Sure,” you said tiredly, sliding out of bed.
    For the next week, Newt noticed how clingy you were becoming. You rarely left his side, following him around as he feeds his creatures or went to the store. If he was working in his shack on research or drawings, you were sitting on the cot in the room, reading a book or drawing your pictures. You weren’t saying much either. When you’d follow your brother around, you usually were talking away, rambling about what was going on in your book, or how much you hated this teacher and loved another. But now you were silent.
    “I don’t know what to do Theseus,” Newt told his brother one day while visiting. Newt had told you he was going out for a bit but only received a quiet hum in response. “She goes out with her friends every Friday and writes to her friends every day. But now she stays home. I don’t mind, but I’m worried about her. Her friends don’t write to her anymore, and she’s not like she used to be.”
    “Have you tried talking to her?” Theseus asked, rolling his eyes. “Remember how she was when mom and dad died? Kinda sounds like that’s happening all over again.”
    “I don’t like seeing her so upset,” Newt confessed. “I want her to be happy.”
    When Newt came back home, you were nowhere to be found. He searched everywhere in his apartment, but he couldn’t find you. He started to panic before realizing that his suitcase was left open on his bed. He had left it with you while he was gone. Sighing in some relief, he stepped into the case. When he reached the shack, he saw one of his nifflers running across his lab station. He picked it up by his hind legs, smiling softly.
    “Trying to steal my tools again, I see,” he scolded playfully. The niffler huffed, his eyes narrowing. “Have you seen Y/N, perhaps?”
    Newt felt a tug at his pants, looking down to see Dougal the demiguise gripping his pant leg. The creature reached up and took Newt’s hand.
    “Hello Dougal,” Newt greeted. “Do you have something to show me?” The creature pulled Newt towards the door, and the wizard let him. Newt set his niffler down as he left the shack, watching the creature scurry off again. “Where are you taking me Dougal?” he asked. The creature gave no response, still dragging his friend along. They passed the occamy nest, bowtruckle tree, and Frank’s enclosure. As they passed the occamy next, Newt noticed one of the babies missing.
    Dougal led Newt into the mooncalf enclosure, dragging him through the grassy terrain. Newt pet one of the mooncalves as he walked by, noticing the disappearance of many of them as well. As Newt was dragged further into the inclosure, he could hear all of the other mooncalves in that distance. Soon enough, he was lead to them by Dougal and the demiguise let go of his hand, running to the middle of the swarm of mooncalves. They parted, forming a pathway for the creature.
    Newt panicked when he saw you sitting in the middle of the swarm of mooncalves, hugging your knees to your chest. Dougal had made his way to your side, sneaking his way under your arms and between your knees, hugging you. Your older brother snapped out of his panic, crouching down a few feet in front of you. He reached a hesitant hand out to you.
    “Y/N, may I come over to you?” he asked softly. His eyes softened when he saw that you had silent tears streaming down your face. He only received a whimper in response. “Could you nod for me darling? I need to know what you’re comfortable with.” He moved toward you slowly when he saw your nod. The mooncalves moved so he could sit beside you. He placed his hand on your back but quickly drew it back when you flinched. He forgot how you didn’t like being touched. “I’m sorry.”
    He sat with you in silence for a while as you cried. You huggled Dougal even tighter, and Newt noticed the concerned look in the creatures eyes when he looked at him. After calming down, you hesitantly leaned towards your brother. “Newt?” His heart shattered at how your voice cracked, soft with emotion.
    “Yes, love?”
    “Hmm,” you whimpered again, scooting over to Newt and leaning into his side. Your brother let you get comfortable.
    “May I touch you?” he asked softly. You nodded, clinging to Newt’s shirt. Dougal still hung around your neck, the weight on your chest helping to ground you. Newt ran a hand up and down your back. “What’s the matter love? What is troubling you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
    “I think my friends don’t want me around anymore,” you said into his shirt.
    “What makes you think that, darling?”
    “They haven’t written to me in a little over a week, and I think they are all meeting without me.”
    “I’m sorry you feel this way,” Newt said. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
    “Can you stay here, just for a bit?” you asked shyly. 
    “Of course darling,” Newt smiled. “Did I ever tell you the story of how I found Picket?”
    Later that night, Newt made sure you got to bed safely, assuring himself you were safe and asleep in your room before he went to bed himself. He closed your door softly and went to his room, changing into his night clothes. Making sure he’s creatures were alright one last time, Newt locked his case and set it on the floor beside his bed. Crawling under the covers, he grabbed a book off of his bedside table, deciding to do a bit of reading before going to sleep.
    Only an hour passes before Newt hears a soft knocking on his bedroom door. It creaks open and he catches a glimps of tired blue eyes and messy golden-brown hair. “Y/N?” The door openes even more and you step into the room, hugging your favorite stuffed animal that your brothers got for you when you were little. You slept with it every night. “What’s the matter love?”
    “Can I stay in here?” you asked hesitantly.
    “Of course love.”
    During the following week Newt noticed how you barely left your room. He’d come in and sit with you when he could, taking a seat near your window and reading. You enjoyed the company, but little was said between the two of you. 
    Newt came home from the grocery store one day, noticing his suitcase was left open again. After putting the groceries away, he stepped into the suitcase. As he walked through all of the enclosures, all of his creatures were accounted for. He continued to walk around for a while until he heard a voice coming from the demiguise enclosure.
    “I don’t know Dougal,” he heard. “I just feel like none of my friends want me around anymore. We used to talk and hang out all the time, and now I’m just kinda out of the picture.” Newt walked around a tree and saw you sitting on the base of a different tree, Dougal sitting beside you. You didn’t notice your older brother near you, so you continued to talk. “I don’t know how I feel about it honestly. I know our friend group isn’t falling apart. I just feel like I’ve been drifting away from them a bit. Did you know that they all went to go watch that movie without me? Yeah, I know. And no one has offered to come watch it with me. For all they know I’m watching it by myself. I just don’t get it Dougal.” The creature nuzzled into her hand, then hugged her.
    “You and Dougal have a special relationship,” Newt said softly, walking over to sit next to you.
    “Newt, I didn’t know you were home,” you commented. “Sorry, I just needed someone to talk to while you were gone, and Dougal is a good listener.”
    “I’m truly sorry about your friends,” Newt said. “I know how much they mean to you. And I know making friends isn’t easy for you either.” He ruffled your hair. “You get that from me. But that’s why I have all of my creatures. Sometimes they’re better friends than a human could ever be.”
    You leaned against Newt. “Thanks, big bro. And yeah, Dougal never leaves me on delivered.” The two of you chuckled. “I guess it doesn’t really matter if I have friends. I have you. You and Theseus are all I need.”
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forbiddengalaxy · 2 years
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Young Newt and Theseus
Newt (storming in): Who the fuck-
Theseus: Language Newt!
Newt:
Newt: Whom the fuck-
Theseus: No.
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Smaller wizarding British schools (p5)
Broadoak School
Founded in 1940 by Theseus Scamander, then Head Auror, for all in need including limited magical and Squibs ("magic-borns") in close cooperation with the S.S.S. but generally consists of British military children. First located at Broadoak House, the Scamanders' original home in Dorset. It moved to a modern secondary school in Milwich, Staffordshire afterwards then a farm in the Lake District in the 1970s for security from Valdemar.
They predominately specialize in Magizoology and a large, since renamed: Non-Magical Studies department (both always required) along with Charms, DADA, and true History along with a proud sports program, everything devoted to ensure tolerance in their students. Magic-born and limited magical students share theoretical classes with the student majority but have separate magic subjects, in growing acceptance.
The acorn, a reminder of strength, power, and of childhood, proud on a flag beside the Union Jack. Their "Muggle" uniform typically British school style (like Ilvermorny or Hogwarts' prep uniform for trips) in brown and purple, inter-swappable to preference, with a cloak or blazer, especially after school. They take students on suspensions from other schools, its height during the Muggle Revolution (1955-70) particularly from Hogwarts without question.
Broadoak started a day school, with students taking the Union Bus (military) to school. Boarding grew through the 1970s as cabins expanded though older students can camp. Since then, their reputation grows and have a friendly rivalry against Kelynek but Pumlumon sees them as a clear threat, representing Muggle Britain.
(Pictures:
1: https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-photo-of-two-acorns-3123900/ with added text
2: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-farm-gate-and-green-grass-field-1094544/
3: https://www.pexels.com/photo/the-flag-of-united-kingdom-7807857/
4: Made from quozio.com and zoomed.)
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sans03 · 2 years
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The Scamander brothers get along everyday be like:
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ravenclaws-eulchen · 1 year
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Auld Lang Syne
Newt und Theseus waren nie ein Herz und eine Seele, aber ihren jüngsten Zwist scheinen sie weder zugunsten der Silvesterfeierlichkeiten noch aufgrund der weltpolitischen Veränderungen beilegen zu können. Über mehrere Jahre hinweg blickt Artemis Scamander voll Sorge in die Zukunft ihrer Söhne – bis sich herausstellt, dass es manchmal gerade die tragischen Wendungen des Schicksals sind, die zwei ungleiche Menschen zusammenbringen.
Lesen hier: Auld Lang Syne
Und hier ein Link zu meiner Lieblingsversion dieses Stück, falls ihr das alte Jahr klassisch ausklingen lassen möchtet!
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Euch allen ein frohes neues Jahr!
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adastraarts · 2 years
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A Polaroid from Rolf and Luna’s summer holiday. This being Rolf’s first time swimming since top surgery, his joy results in a little accidental magic that brings the river closer than intended.
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An extremely belated posting of my piece for the Harry Potter Trans Fest! Prompt 58: a visual representation of what euphoria feels like.
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4theseus-s · 1 year
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theseus, reading a recipe: beat three eggs?
jacob: it means like in hand-to-hand combat
theseus: ohhhh-
newt: both of you, get out of this kitchen
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heresthefanfiction · 2 years
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The Scamanders
In order of age. Parents first, then children.
Tagging:
@untestedtheory @amazingwynter @lizisshortforlizard @claryxjackson @ocfairygodmother @ocappreciationtag @oliviabelova @foxesandmagic @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @wordspin-shares @zeleniafic
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nerdy-filipino · 1 year
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Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Caroline Scamander!
Also, I forgot to add a cache light on her right eye.
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uefb · 11 months
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Started a Scamander family science communication twitter account this afternoon bc I have no self-control. Here’s tweet number 1, based on this tweet. We love mixed Muggle-Wizard families in the 2000s learning about social media & then getting into Statute of Secrecy trouble 💁🏼
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