#working very slowly on some nicer refs for some personal characters

[mumbleberry]

Orpheus type guy.....Mr. Daisy I love you

[inkstainedfanfics]

Secret Santa, Uhh I can try my best with this heist AU but uh if it's not too much trouble could you link an OC with references rather than a reader one. I'm so sorry I just don't know if i'll have too much time for the AU but i'll do my best honest I will. The refs would just be in case i'm so sorry.

All right, no worries about the heist AU then! You can write/draw something normal and cute, just regular Newt x OC! I think the one request I really have is that in some way it’s fluffy? I don’t really have a specific prompt in mind, just something sweet.

Below the cut I have facts about the OC I chose. She’s based on a character I created in a game I play, so there’s some info that comes from that (like the daggers part or a couple of the names in the excerpts I pulled). I hope this helps. If you have any questions/need any more information, lmk.

Catriona Hawke

• Eye Color: Light Green

• Hair Color: Red in Ponytail

• Skin Color: White

• Age: About 24-ish

• Gender: Female

• Height: About 5’6

• Faint Scar across Nose from fighting someone that made fun of her sister when they were younger

• Tattoo of a crow on her shoulder blade in memory of an old friend of hers

• Muscular from working out and working physically demanding jobs

• Has a bad shoulder that will hurt after lifting something heavy

• Very headstrong, not afraid to stand up for people she loves – this gets her in trouble sometimes, but she doesn’t mind as long as the people she cares for are safe

• Sharp-witted, clever, sarcastic to those she doesn’t know well

• Her sarcasm is softer, nicer, when she’s with people she knows well, and she’s often motherly toward them, sometimes bordering on overprotective. She’s definitely fiercely protective and would do anything to help someone she loves.

• She has one younger brother and sister – they’re twins (Ava and James). Catriona adores them, though she hesitates to admit it, preferring to tease them instead. She’s especially close with her brother; they used to pull pranks on their sister and other neighborhood kids when they were younger.

• She really doesn’t like touch, but doesn’t mind reaching out to touch a hand to comfort someone. The only person she’s truly comfortable with prolonged contact with is her sister and someone she’s in a long-term relationship with

• Catriona loves animals and would adopt an entire shelter if allowed

• She knows how to fight because of her father. He taught her how to fight with daggers in case she ever found herself in a bad situation when she grew up (he worried for her given her sharp tongue and boldness)

• Her mother passed away when she was young – about 14 – so she took on the role of helping her siblings and bringing in money for her father by working odd jobs

• She’s really bad at dealing with grief – will often just ignore it by working hard until it catches up to her and she breaks down in the arms of a friend or family member

• She tries to help people that seem to be struggling – will often give them money or offer them aid however she can, especially if they’re young like she was.

• She is horrendous at singing but still does anyway

• Broke her arm when she was ten by jumping off a swing

• She snores really loudly when she sleeps + she splays out and takes up the whole bed

• She’s actually loud in general

• Very staunch in her beliefs and will argue for them

• Has a good sense of humor and can take a joke well

• Loves traveling, but most especially loves seeing the ocean because of how vast it is. She loves the idea of just getting on a boat and setting sail and seeing where she eventually lands.

• Her favorite treats are sour candies, but if she was in the HP world, she would live and die for Butter beer

• Enjoys reading or having stories read aloud to her

• Can be lazy sometimes and wants to spend days off of work just napping on and off all day

Her personal theme song would definitely be something upbeat but positive like One More Time by I Prevail, esp. the lyrics Sometimes you gotta go down swinging, get up get up feel the kick drum beating one more time

Sarcastic/Witty Dialogue

“I told you she’s easy to fall in love with. A dream, a nightmare, a mess of a girl that everyone sees the worst in. Everyone but you. I could’ve warned you, I suppose, could have told you she’s use you and leave you but would you have believed me? I doubt it.”

“He’s not listening,” Cat hums in a sing-song voice, her gaze flickering to Samson for a brief moment, falling to the knife in his hand, to the already bloodied blade.

“Please, dear, don’t interrupt now. Not when I’ve almost changed his mind on you.”

Cat grits her teeth, hand clamped over the wound in her side, green eyes never straying from Tyler’s expression. “He doesn’t buy it. Any of it.”

Samson tsks his tongue, head slowly waving from side to side. “You’re wrong.”She forces a grin to her face, straightening her back and thrusting her shoulders as far back as the pain in her side will allow for. “Me? Wrong? Impossible, Tin. I’m always right. It’s honestly probably the most annoying thing about me.”

Though Cat says it with all the swagger she can muster, she watches Tyler intently, positive he isn’t being swayed but wary nevertheless. Samson’s manipulated stronger men than Tyler. She wouldn’t have him abandon her now.

Samson scowls. “Tin is a worthless nickname.”

“Oh? Is it? Then why didn’t you choose a better alias?”

Samson turns his attention to Tyler. “Why don’t you just get on with it, boy? Me or her?”

Breaking Down DialogueCat wraps her arms around her knees, drawing them to her chest as she stares at the worn toes of her shoes. “Fen is gone, and I’m alone.”

The sudden sobriety startles Ava into silence, the joke she’d been making left abandoned in her throat. “Cat—”

“He could be halfway around the world, Ave, and I can’t… I won’t…” The words catch, breaking on the knot in her throat. “He’s gone,” she whimpers once more before the tears that had been building for three full weeks finally break, rolling down her cheeks and filling her mouth with the taste of salt.

Ava draws her sister in, holding her and running a hand down her hair, murmuring useless words into the air, praying Fen returned soon.

Caring/Motherly Dialogue

Cat cocks her head, fingers running down Fen’s cheek. “You’re upset. What is it, what’s the matter?”

He shrugs her touch off his face, shaking his head. “It does not concern you.”

“But it could,” she murmurs, voice so fierce, so determined in its intent that he looks up, meets her eyes.

“Catriona, you need not worry. I can care for myself.”

“A little help couldn’t hurt, could it?”

“Would you accept help?”

She grins, attitude that he loves making its way past her care for a moment, “Not all of us are as wonderful as me, Fenris. Now tell me, what is it?”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair, the letter he’d been writing abandoned in front of him. “You really are a work of art, you know that? It… has to do with my sister.”

Cat falls into the chair next to him, brows creased in worry and confusion.

“You’ve heard from her?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“How is it unfortunate? I thought you’d like to hear from her.”

He tells her the tale, unweaves the narrative, tells her of the fear he has about a possible betrayal. By the time he finishes, she’s reached out to grasp his hand, her own touch warm and not unwelcome.

“I’ll be there, then. At your side. She won’t have a chance to hurt you, I swear it.”

He smiles despite himself, gaze falling to where she’s firmly clutching his hand. “I believe you, Catriona. Thank you.”

She squeezes his hand before standing. “I’m here for you, Fenris. For anything you need.”

He nods. “I understand.”