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Moodboard for @ladyoftheshrimp, who requested were!creature Newt, Graves or Theseus
↳ Were!fox Newt
“Theseus is a lion,” Newt babbles. “It fits with his image, really. I’m a fox. My dad’s a horse, my mom’s a falcon. What’s yours?”
“What do you think?” Graves asks, looking up from his book. Theseus’ little brother is watching him with big, curious eyes, as if Graves was a particularly fascinating creature he was trying to understand.
“I’d say wolf, but perhaps - wampus? Dragon? I read a few things about people whose form was a magical creature. You have to be very powerful to get one, though.”
“I’m a dog,” Graves says, shaking his head. He is flattered Newt sees him that way, really. “Nothing quite so fantastic. A mutt, really.”
“That’s good!” Newt protests, before enumerating a dog’s characteristics on his fingers. “Loyal, friendly, protective…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Graves chuckles, waving his hand dismissively. He stands up and rufles Newt’s hair as he passes by, making Newt cry in protest.
“Don’t do that! My mom hates when my hair is all messy!”
“One day I’ll let you borrow my pomade so you can be all pretty, Nootles,” Graves promises. “Do you have any idea where Theseus went?”
“I don’t know,” Newt sulks. “He’s probably outside dueling with his big ego.”
Graves laughs, surprised. “Doesn’t that sound just like him! I’ll be right back, Newton. Don’t burn the house down.”
“Maybe I will!” Newt cries shrilly, and Graves only chuckles before apparating with a crack.
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thegaypumpingthroughyourveins:
Moodboard for @ladyoftheshrimp, who requested were!creature Newt, Graves or Theseus
↳ Were!fox Newt
“Theseus is a lion,” Newt babbles. “It fits with his image, really. I’m a fox. My dad’s a horse, my mom’s a falcon. What’s yours?”
“What do you think?” Graves asks, looking up from his book. Theseus’ little brother is watching him with big, curious eyes, as if Graves was a particularly fascinating creature he was trying to understand.
“I’d say wolf, but perhaps - wampus? Dragon? I read a few things about people whose form was a magical creature. You have to be very powerful to get one, though.”
“I’m a dog,” Graves says, shaking his head. He is flattered Newt sees him that way, really. “Nothing quite so fantastic. A mutt, really.”
“That’s good!” Newt protests, before enumerating a dog’s characteristics on his fingers. “Loyal, friendly, protective…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Graves chuckles, waving his hand dismissively. He stands up and rufles Newt’s hair as he passes by, making Newt cry in protest.
“Don’t do that! My mom hates when my hair is all messy!”
“One day I’ll let you borrow my pomade so you can be all pretty, Nootles,” Graves promises. “Do you have any idea where Theseus went?”
“I don’t know,” Newt sulks. “He’s probably outside dueling with his big ego.”
Graves laughs, surprised. “Doesn’t that sound just like him! I’ll be right back, Newton. Don’t burn the house down.”
“Maybe I will!” Newt cries shrilly, and Graves only chuckles before apparating with a crack.
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