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So... I quit my WIP yesterday, just the time for a little fluffy soothing Yule fic. I wrote that short OS in a couple of hours yesterday and posted right away on an impulse because I missed and needed them.
"A soft Yule"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52428934
I hope you'll enjoy and Happy Holidays no matter what you celebrate (or don’t).
#yule#holidays fic#fantastic beasts#fan fiction#fantastic beasts fanfiction#newt scamander#tina goldstein#newtina#autistic newt scamander#queenie goldstein#jacob kowalski#goldstein sisters#scamander brothers#fluff#fic : a soft yule
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I'm excited for TTPD... not because I love Taylor (I like her stuff, she's fine), but because of the FANFICTION she inspires. I'm so pumped. 🤣
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~ Fanfic Recommendation ~
My second fic rec ^^
"An American Auror, a British Magizoologist and A Parisian Sewer Monster" by Gnimmish
An absolutely adorable little One-shot set after the Fantastic Beasts first movie.
The pairing is Newtina and it's just so sweet
#harry potter#hp fandom#hp#harry potter blog#hp blog#fandom culture#fandom things#fanfic rec#fanfic reccomendation#fanfic review#fic rec#hp fic#hp fic rec#hp fanfic#hp fanfcition#fbawtft#fantastic beasts fandom#fantastic beasts#fantastic beasts and where to find them#newtina#newt scamander#tina goldstein
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New fic (2 chapters up!): Hope is the thing with feathers x
Summary: The month before the invasion of Normandy (D-Day), Newt Scamander is spotted working suspicious magic near a meeting of Muggle and Wizarding political leaders in London. The problem, of course, is that Newt Scamander is nowhere near London but, instead, over 14,000 kilometers away in the middle of the Pacific. But "desperate times call for desperate measures" (and even Tina and Theseus aren't entirely above scrutiny this go round), so Newt finds himself rather unsurprisingly compromised. // As usual, everyone else is dismayed to find Dumbledore may or may not have a plan at all, while the clock on Newt's life—-and the joint Muggle-Wizard military action years in the making—-begins to quickly tick.
Chapter 1 opening scene:
Wednesday, May 3, 1944 / Seatown, Dorset, England, UK
Porpentina Goldstein Scamander prided herself on being somewhat unflappable, but her brother-in-law grabbing her by the arm as she emerged from St. Mungo’s with her daughter before spinning them off in a whirl of apparition was certainly not on the list of things she had been expecting to encounter on her day off... A vomiting child, a misbehaving diricawl—even an absent husband or Muggle airstrike—she’d prepared for, but this?
Well, suffice it to say, she definitely blamed nearly bursting into tears after smacking Theseus upside the head upon their rematerialization in Dorset on the exhaustion inherent to solo-parenting an ill toddler.
“What the hell, Theseus?!”
But Theseus only shushed her, dragged her and Leora—who was understandably wailing in displeasure at the surprise apparition—up the back-steps of the Scamander Goldstein farmhouse, before gingerly disentangling her arms from Leora while shouting for Queenie and Jacob. It was, however, a broadly grinning, 9-year-old Gideon who came pounding into the room, before he took one look at his uncle’s face and immediately ran out the front door to the beach, screaming for his parents.
“I swear to high heaven, Theseus Scamander—what is going on?!”
Theseus bounced Leora on his hip and wordlessly summoned a plush toy from her room to distract her (a niffler made by Queenie for her birthday) as he focused on Tina intently. “You remember how we made that little emergency plan last year? After Newt was bitten by that kelpie—”
“Moira,” Tina supplied absently.
“Yes, Moira — and then he was criminally charged with all sorts of made-up things by that rat in his own department, which put our entire task force’s security at risk?”
“Yes,” said Tina with a suspicious frown, and she reached out to take Leora back from her uncle, crossing to the kitchen for the small refrigerator, where she pulled out a pyrex container of fruit Newt had chopped and charmed for freshness before he’d left to travel.
Theseus stared at her as if waiting for the other shoe to drop and—after a moment—it abruptly did.
“Now, wait a second—”
She summoned the pair of child-sized earmuffs Lally had made to silence adult voices and shoved them onto Leora’s head before settling her in a high chair and dumping the fruit out on its tray. Leora began talking to herself as she played with the fruit, and when Tina looked back to him, Theseus was grimacing.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Unfortunately not, sister mine…” he answered grimly.
“Is this all because of the thing last year, then?”
“More like the thing next month, but seeing as that’s also related… Yes.”
Tina peered out the window to check if Queenie and Jacob were responding to their son’s summons yet, but the only thing in sight was one of Newt’s half-trained half-kneazles innocently gamboling through the grasses (though a mildly predatory look flitted across its face). X
#my stuff#fic: hope is the thing with feathers#later in storyline of…#fic: with its head under one wing#please do consider telling me if you like it — my brain is so nervous abt this verse bc I’m stuck on a chapter of Head Under One Wing 😅😅#newt scamander#tina goldstein#Theseus Scamander#autistic newt scamander#jewish tina goldstein#Queenie goldstein#Jacob Kowalski#albus Dumbledore#oc ch: leora evangeline goldstein scamander#Scamander brothers#newtina#dementors#magical creatures#fantastic beasts fanfic#fantastic beasts and where to find them
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Lots of Little Miracles
Written for @hp-12monthsofmagic’s December prompt, Merry and Bright. Christmas gets a lot of coverage at this time of year, but I’d like to wish a Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate.
Warnings: This story features a small child who does not appreciate religion as much as she appreciates food.
The night was dark as pitch and cold as ice, with hail battering the walls and the winter wind rattling the windows as it blew in from the wave-crashed cliffs. Inside, however, it was warm, and the smell of frying oil was wafting through from the kitchen.
Artemis smiled as she turned her attention to the row of thin candles that had been placed on the windowsill, each of their little flickering flames reflecting on the dark glass behind. There were nine of them in total, one for each year of her age, all held by a candlestick with outstretched arms like the branches of a tree. She raised one forefinger and gently tapped the flames in turn, smiling as they bobbed away from her touch.
“Come away from there, Artemis.”
At the sound of her great-aunt’s voice, Artemis turned her back on the nine candles, but she did not move away from them.
“It’s fine, Aunt Tina. They don’t hurt,” she said. “They’re only teeny tiny fires.”
“I know, but I don’t want them getting put out accidentally,” Tina replied. “It’s the last night of Hanukkah, so it’s important that they all stay lit tonight.”
“Yeah, but if one goes out you can just set it on fire again.”
“That’s not really the point, honey.”
Artemis’ nose wrinkled. “Then what is the point?”
“Well, you know the story of Hanukkah, don’t you?” When Artemis shook her head, Aunt Tina frowned. “I assumed Sara would have told you.”
It had been a long time since Artemis’ mother Sara had been in a mood to tell stories. Maybe once upon a time, before her dad had died and her brother ran away from home, Artemis might have sat on her mother’s lap and been told the story of Hanukkah. If she had, she had since forgotten it.
Luckily for her, she still had Aunt Tina to tell her stories.
“A long time ago, there was a kingdom far away from here,” Tina began. Artemis listened carefully. All her favourite stories took place in far-off lands. “And in this kingdom, the king decided that he did not like people following different gods to his. So, he ordered his soldiers to take over all of the temples and stop people from going in, and get rid of all the oil they used to light candles.
“Now, the people who followed one god, the one me and my family follow, they weren’t happy about that at all. They fought back, and they managed to win back their temple. It was all in ruins, but they managed to piece it back together slowly. But, they didn’t have enough oil for their lights; they only had enough for one night.
“So, the people lit their candle, thinking it would only last that one night, but their god knew all about their struggles, and to thank them for having faith in him against all odds, he granted them a miracle. That little bit of oil, which should only have burned for one night, burned for eight whole nights.”
Aunt Tina smiled. Artemis did not.
“What, is that the end?” she asked, and her great-aunt nodded. “It’s not a very exciting story.”
“I think it’s a very exciting story.”
Old people had strange ideas about what was exciting. Artemis sighed heavily. “It’s about oil, Aunt Tina.”
“It’s not about the oil,” said Tina. “It’s about the miracle.”
Artemis was not as easily impressed as her great-aunt.
“It’s not much of a miracle,” she said. “Anyone can make a bit of oil last longer, you’d just need a spell or a potion. Or you could just make flames with magic, and you wouldn’t even need the oil at all. I don’t get why it is worth this big celebration every year.”
“But these people weren’t magical, honey. They were all Muggles.”
“They can’t have been. One of them must have been a witch or a wizard and lying about it. They were in disguise or something, I don’t know.”
It was at that moment that Artemis’ great-uncle Newt, Aunt Tina’s husband, came in. He settled himself on an armchair, around the back of which a Kneazle was sleeping. Artemis turned to him for support.
“You agree with me, don’t you, Uncle Newt? That thing with the oil isn’t a miracle, it’s just magic.”
Newt fixed Artemis with a peculiar expression. “Why can’t it be both?”
“Well, because,” Artemis said with a shrug, “miracles are miracles. Magic happens all the time.”
“So do miracles.” Uncle Newt was clearly wrong, and Artemis opened her mouth to tell him so, but he continued before she could speak, “Maybe not big miracles, but life is full of lots of little miracles. Last week, I visited an old friend and saw his phoenix burst into flames before my eyes and emerge reborn, young and new again.”
“That’s what phoenixes do, Uncle Newt.”
“If you or I were to do that, or Milly here” — Newt raised one hand to scratch the chin of the Kneazle behind him — “that would be a miracle, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Yesterday morning, you went down to the beach and you picked up a pebble and painted it for me. It’s on my desk now. Until yesterday, it was just one pebble among thousands of others, and you happened to pick that exact one to paint. Years ago, that pebble would have been part of the cliff, and it’s only because of the waves washing over it in different ways over the years that it’s become a pebble at all, let alone one that was picked out and is now painted and special to me.”
“I grew up all the way over the sea in America,” Aunt Tina added. “And one day, your Uncle just happened to travel there, and on that day the two of us happened to be in the same place at the same time. If that hadn’t happened, I might have met someone else and fallen in love with them. But I didn’t, I fell in love with him.” Her dark eyes sparkled as they met her husband’s. “And, out of all the millions of people in the world, he fell in love with me, too. The same thing happened when your parents met, and now all three of us are here together. I think that’s pretty darn miraculous.”
It was all very nice, what they were saying, but Artemis wasn’t sure that she really understood what they meant.
“But then, everything and everyone could be a miracle, if you go by what you’re saying,” she told them. It wasn’t a joke, but they both chuckled. “What?”
“Well, that’s what we are trying to tell you, honey. Everything can be a miracle, you just have to think it. To the people in the temple, the oil was a miracle. To some people, magic is a miracle. To us, you are a miracle.”
“That’s why we need to be kind to everyone and everything,” said Uncle Newt. “Because this whole world and everything in it is just as miraculous as we are.”
Aunt Tina placed one gentle hand on Artemis’ dark-haired head. “Now, don’t you think that is worth celebrating?”
“I guess so,” Artemis replied, though she was still a little confused.
“Great. So, let’s stop playing with the Menorah, and go and make some latkes.”
Artemis followed Tina into the kitchen without hesitation. She might not have fully grasped the point of Hanukkah, but she did know that she liked latkes. And, seeing as her great-aunt and uncle considered her to be a miracle, she was sure that she could persuade them to give her at least one extra portion.
#artemis hexley#newt scamander#tina goldstein#newtina#harry potter fanfiction#hp fanfic#hphm fic#hogwarts mystery#hp12mom
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Chapter Six: “Iceberg! Right Ahead!”
Hello all! I’m afraid that chapters have been slow because six weeks on from me going to work at camp and thinking "ugh my throat and chest feel scratchy", I'm STILL ill. Today has literally been me going to the doctor first thing, going to the pharmacy to get antibiotics, going to a health clinic for a chest x-ray, and then going home to nap before watching television. I am, in short, VERY sick, which is why I had to take a break writing this chapter because all of last week was me battling sinusitis and a chest infection. I'm still not well at all but I wanted to get this down because, hey ho, I love writing it!
As of the end of this chapter, there's about an hour left of the film to cover - plus deleted scenes and my own additions. I'm hoping this fic will be about ten chapters, but we'll have to see how it goes.
A lot of the first two sections of this chapter are lifted heavily from Jonathan Mayo's book "Titanic: Minute by Minute" - it feels very jumpy and chaotic, and it's for a reason. In the film, the time between Fleet calling out the iceberg warning and the actual impact is something like two minutes - in real life, it was barely forty seconds. The Titanic really did not stand a chance sadly. As I saw it once so adequately described online (on Quora I think - I still have the screenshot of it saved to my phone), "the sinking was a 'perfect storm' (in calm seas) of COCK-UPS" - the crew not being trained on evacuation procedures, the missing binoculars for the look-outs, the lack of lifeboats, the fact the iceberg warnings from other ships were ignored etc.
Potential warnings for this chapter include a man hitting a woman, same man also slut-shaming her, swearing (let Newt/Tina/Theseus/Lally swear, goddammit!), people being idiots, passengers panicking because they've been locked on the lower decks, a very sad Thomas Andrews, and my un-beta'd writing.
The soundtrack that corresponds with the scene(s) at the beginning of this chapter (and the last bit of the one before it) is called "Hard to Starboard" and I highly recommend listening to it (or watching the scene if you haven't already seen the film) to get into the mood!
#newtina#newt scamander#tina goldstein#porpentina goldstein#theseus scamander#newtina au#newtina titanic au#my fanfiction#newtina fanfiction#my writing#titanic#rms titanic#fantastic beasts#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fbawtft#fantastic beasts fanfiction#percival graves#just peddling my little 58k+ fic don't mind me#newt x tina
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Here are my ao3 bookmarks, filtered by Newtina.
There’s a fair bit of excellent Tina & Newt fics on ao3. I recommend using the filters and “search within results” to find something that fits the bill! You can also sort by length, if you’re looking for a long one or a slow burn. Also, if you find a writer you like, checking their bookmarks is a great place to get more fic recs.
(You may already know all of that, but it can’t hurt to share again, I suppose.)
I additionally agree with @afrenchaugurey’s recommendation for “please, just be happy”. Augurey also writes some really lovely stuff.
Depending on what flavor of Tina/Newt you’re after and what kind of writing you like, I could recommend different fics or authors. (…..and yes, I’ve read nearly all of them on ao3 😅) I’m happy to make some more recommendations if you share more about what you like in a story ^_^
Can anyone rec me some Fantastic Beasts fics? I'm looking for longer ones, preferably Newt/Tina. I'm just a bit new to this fandom and am looking for stuff to read.
#welcome to the fandom!#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fantastic beasts fic recs#newtina#inastarlesssky
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A snippet from my WIP. I'm so deep into it since september (like 160K deep)... story one is done for more than a month but... I can’t manage to write the bestiary's introduction 😭
So, for now, just a snippet (from story 2 if I remember well... so the hurt/maybe comfort one)
#fantastic beasts#newt scamander#tina goldstein#newtina#fan fiction#fic : Auguries of innocence series#fic : a heaven in a wild flower
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I need some weekend fluff. Newtina, Polin, or Romione. What'cha got? Send me an ask with links to your favorite fics... even if I've read them before! I'll live react to them or something. 🤣 I dunno. Let's do this!
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Newt is 1000000% Sweet Nothing coded, I made a whole video. And somehow—bizarrely—I utterly understand what you mean by Theseus being Lana-coded 😆
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in the middle of writing for twin flames, i took a break to inspire myself so my sister and i decided to watch fantastic beasts. (cause we like harry potter, fuck jk rowling) and ive been playing hogwarts magic awakened for the last few days.
and guess what. i have a planned small one-shot for one and only for newt scamander!!
he just radiates too much pure energy to me. so be prepared even though it seems like fandom is quiet and dead. that is what im good at, being attached to almost dying fandom and creating fics for them cause what else can i do.
#sorry — you popped up in my recommended posts bc of your theseus fics and then I late-night scrolled your blog *shrug*#uefb rambles#strangerdangerwrites#newt Scamander#Theseus Scamander#newtina#sweet nothing - Taylor Swift#edit: sweet nothing#Youtube
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MY FIRST EVER MANIP!!
Made this as a fanfiction cover for the fic I’m translating to Polish on my Wattpad
Newtina my beloved💗
#graphic edit#hp manip#photo manipulation#newt x tina#newt scamander#tina goldstein#newtina#harry potter#hp fandom#hp#harry potter blog#hp blog#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fbawtft#fantastic beasts fandom#fantastic beasts
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Fantastic Beasts One-shot: Far Away from Temple After Sunset
SUMMARY While often a requirement when working against a Seer, under-explained missions still don't always end well... The evening of December 24, 1940 sees Newt and Tina reunited on a bloody battlefield in southern France, and if Newt were properly religious, he'd have attributed their miraculous survival to the day of the year...
OPENING SCENE
December 24, 1940 / Christmas Eve and 1st Night of Hanukkah / Limousin Region, Southwest France
Newt had come onto this particular mission off the tail of another, only stopping at home long enough to drop off his case per instructions before apparating to a bombed theatre in the West End to retrieve the portkey and coordinates Dumbledore had had hidden for him there. He’d worked hard to get back from his last trip in time for the holidays, but once he’d learned Tina was already in France, he decided it didn’t much matter anyway, and thus threw himself into the broken flower-pot portkey on a wing and a prayer.
Consequently, just under three hours ago, he had arrived (already exhausted) into what was—but probably should not yet have been— utter chaos, after which it became quickly apparent that this was either not one of Dumbledore’s more thoroughly strategised plans or, alternatively, someone had regrettably betrayed them...
In the end, they’d taken rather more damage than they’d dealt, and though it had been at least ten minutes now since the ambush had finally petered out in a series of popping disapparitions and poorly timed enemy portkeys, the air was still heavy with the scent of noxious potion bombs and Muggle explosives.
It would be an utter lie to say they were not having trouble locating one another in the aftermath and, to make matters worse, both night and the temperature were quickly falling.
Newt had lost sight of Tina just a handful of minutes before—no more than a quarter hour, he was sure of it. But distracted by a landmine someone’s identification spell had apparently failed to highlight during reconnaissance and that had therefore been triggered by a fleeing acolyte, he’d spent the better part of that time making sure Yusuf didn’t lose an eye from the blast; while simultaneously stymieing the steady flow of blood from his own wounds, tending mainly to the careful removal of the shrapnel lodged far too close to his tibial artery for comfort... He’d frantically woven a bandage out of the Horned Slug mucus packed in the pouch on his belt, before testing Kama’s left-side vision and manoeuvring them both clumsily to their feet.
He shifted under the weight as the man shuffled along beside him, a hand clutching his bandaged face. It was all Newt could do to drag his foot along, too—(something he couldn’t repair on his own was injured, something had clipped a nerve, perhaps – well, definitely - from the mechanics of it)—and he squinted about for his brother, or Tina. Miller or Ramos, or Macmillan.
Anyone.
There was a minute sound from behind an abandoned woodshed at the closest edge of the pockmarked field and Newt froze like a creature under threat, casting a heavy disillusionment charm on him and Kama, before shoving the man behind him to clutch his shoulder for a guide as they continued their wary approach.
A half second later and the woosh of an identification spell shot over him, and Newt’s heart could have stopped then and there, so when Theseus’ head appeared from around the corner of the shack just moments later, he choked on a cry of relief. His brother’s face broke with a tired smile—though tear tracks had cut the dirt on his cheeks from squinting too long through the smoke—upon visually confirming what the spell had already assured him: the Scamanders had made it out alive.
(Or, at least — so far — the original two of them had…)
Keep reading here
#honestly - one of the many gifs of Newt passed out may have been more appropriate than that one but I wanted the action shown too 😆#my stuff#fic: far away from temple after sunset#3k words#tina goldstein#newt scamander#jewish tina goldstein#autistic newt scamander#Theseus Scamander#protective theseus Scamander#Scamander brothers#newtina#hurt/comfort#fantastic beasts fanfic
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Again, just out of curiosity, I was looking for Omega Newt fics on AO3 and I only found Theseus x Newt and Gellert x Newt fics... (okay... some Albus x Newt too)
I can't believe my fic is going to be the first Newtina omegaverse. 💀
#fanfic#omegaverse#omega newt#newtina#grindeldore#albus dumbledore#gellert grindelwald#gellert x newt
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Thanks for the tag @uefb and @scamanderishredmayniac
So this is my latest sentence.
He felt that it would remain something they would share forever, no matter where they would stand -together, or even alone when the deprivation of the other would become a too heavy burden to carry.
As I believe that every person I know has already been tagged I don’t tag anyone.
Last Line Game
Tagged by @tathrin, and frankly I'm just happy I have something to use for this! I'm assuming this is the last line you wrote?
Could anyone who had asserted their will over this knowledge resist the urge to leave a trace?
Part of previously-mentioned Librarian Scholar Heroics hehe ;)
Tagging @enide-s-dear @brasspumpkinspice @unnamedelement and anyone else who wants to do it!
#tag games#fantastic beasts#newt scamander#tina goldstein#NewTina#fic : a world in a grain of sand#no that it matter anyway
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Me? Finishing the next chapter of my Newtina Titanic fic? And not being satisfied entirely but probably about to post it anyway because I have no idea how to write well anymore, so it’s just me pandering to myself? More likely than you think!
#next chapter involves the flying AND drawing scenes it's a scary chapter#next chapter is potentially s m u t tho sooooo yep#newtina#titanic#newtina titanic au#titanic au#writing#fanfiction#i'm using disney+ to watch titanic + follow along with it for the fic and i'm not even halfway through :')#the film is like 3hrs10mins long and i'm at like 1hr30mins i'm-#tbf the action picks up once the ship sinks soooo#doing a potentially controversial ending to the newtina fic tho so i'm scared
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Hi! I was looking around for a NewTina discord server and stumbled upon your blog here. Do you happen to know of any on existence? :-)
Hi! First of all, I’m so sorry for the long wait for a reply, my life has been so ridiculously hectic lately and I’ve been having a bit of a crap time of it.
Anyway, onto your ask; I just want to say that I’m so flattered you came to my blog and asked me - I’ve been staying on the edges of the fandom since early 2019, meaning I haven’t been in the thick of it since the 2016-early 2019 period when I was super obsessive and writing fics every day… it still brings a smile to my face when people recognize my fics or even just come to talk to me about Newtina!
I’m not sure if you’ve found a Newtina discord server since sending this ask, but I thought I’d answer anyway. I’m afraid I’m probably not the best person to ask; I was in a Newtina server around the time Crimes of Grindelwald came out, but I got kicked out of it (I complained about something on HTTYD Reddit and forgot to censor the names, so they booted me for “breaking the rules”) and I have no idea if they’re still active or what any of those users are up to because most of them blocked me after that. I was also in a general FBAWTFT server but left that one just before Secrets of Dumbledore came out because the person who ran it had a HUGE ego problem and accused me of “stealing” stills from the movie she “found” to post on my FB update account (they are public stills from a movie, love, you don’t own them)
I just checked Disboard to see if any were bumped or whatever, but nothing came up I’m afraid. There could still be one that isn’t using Disboard, but as it stands I don’t know how or where to find it.
I briefly considered making one of my own but, I’ll be honest, I’m pretty inactive in the discords I’m already in - the ones I’m most active in are HOTD ones, Jon Matteson’s subscriber discord and also a discord run by my friends from uni who stream on Twitch. I would happily start one for any Newtina fans who are still around to join, but… yeah. Knowing my luck, I’d probably piss people off because of my feelings regarding JKR (meaning I would probably just put a rule in place that we don’t talk about her and that trans people are welcome).
Anyway, I’m sorry I can’t help much! Please feel free to come into my inbox if you have anymore questions or anything though, and if you find a discord I’d be happy to join it!
#asks#newtina#tagging this so hopefully some Newtina shippers can help!#fantastic beasts#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fantastic beasts: the crimes of grindelwald#fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore#newt scamander#tina goldstein#porpentina goldstein
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