who is in control?

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

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[cardinalsir]

Inside too much pain for Credence

[controlit-blog1]

. white leaves of an oleander .

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prev.

credence has proven himself to be less cautious, less suspicious than his counterpart - the difference has been clear since they found each other, but it’s positively stark now as he smiles brightly at mr. grindelwald and his gentlemanly words. he can feel his other half pulling back, and he lets him stand behind him, knowing he can’t help but still feel wary and suspicious.

“it’s beautiful, mr. grindelwald,” he says, “everything here is. thank you.”

his fingers lift to touch the flowers in his hair, self-conscious as the distance between them and mr. grindelwald narrows, the man carefully approaching; he must have learned, after everything in new york, that they’re easily startled if nothing else. “will we be seeing you at dinner more often, now?” he asks. “it’s been quiet.” not that he minds the quiet - neither of them do, more than content in each other’s idle company.

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

credence is glad for the chance to just observe, to quietly stand back and watch himself interact with mr. grindelwald. hes kind and pleasant, exactly what credence wanted to be if he could force himself to do it. but he needs time, and mr. grindelwald seems happy enough to give it to him, to focus on the second credence before himself.

he decides hed like to see more of mr. grindelwald at dinner. he wants to get to know him better, he wants to be able to trust him. god, how he wants. he enjoys the quiet dinners, but he had all the time in the world here, for his twin. they slept together, bathed together, read together, held each other, took strolls in the garden together. dinner was a sacrifice he was willing to make, he supposed.

"we would like to get to know you better," he adds, voice soft as he speaks from behind his twin. his hand touches credence's back to ground himself, give himself support without being blatantly intimate in front of the older man before them.

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway . . . eventually . . .

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

For every “🔥” My Muse gets, their body temperature and arousal level will rise. After x8, they will start to pleasure themselves, anyway they can..Or ask another to help them..

[gay-zing]

I’m here to help you, Credence. I’m not here to hurt you.

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

☁✏♥

[ in depth headcanons ]

describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day:credence likes to spend stormy or rainy days sitting wrapped up and cozy by a window, because he never really got the chance to just enjoy these sort of days when he lived with his mother. he loves watching the wind, the harsh rain, the streaks of lightning across the sky. sometimes the thunder startles him, but he doesnt mind.

what are their creative outlets:credence is still very much exploring himself, in this regard. he prefers to sit and read, to let others dictate the way the story goes. he likes to listen to music, he likes to not have to worry about developing a plot or a melody.( i personally love the idea that he played piano for the church, though )

is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.the harsh, metallic smell of blood really gets to credence, sometimes. it doesnt matter where or who it comes from, it strikes him deep in his core. hes smelled that too many times over the course of his life, and even something as simple as a slip of a kitchen knife as he cuts apples or potatos will spark these painful memories.

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

we learn the most when we break in two

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

that wasnt something that had crossed credences mind. really, he was just too busy being upset and self pitying to think about what might have been. the what ifs. he supposed that his mirror image was right. if their mother hadnt been so obsessed with hating magic and witches, they wouldnt have been the abomination that they were, now. they wouldnt have had the magic beat out of them, they would have been able to make something of themselves, maybe.

those thoughts were nice, but they werent realistic. they were here, now, fending for themselves in a horrible and broken down church because of what they had done. no amount of what ifs were going to solve it, and he was fairly certain that one couldnt go back in time even with magic. it was just too fantastical of a thought.

he followed credence with a grip on his hand, and like the other had done, he helped steady the bottom of the bucket. he was right, it was hot. but he didnt make a face at the burning sensation, either. he watched the steam again, took a few moments to enjoy the warmth of the bathroom in the silence and flickering light with his new family.

[vaememes]

text messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— didn’t you get my last text? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you ignoring me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so bored! [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey you 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— blue is definitely your color 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— ugh i wish you were here! [ 📲 • sms ] —— i think you’re going to like what you see 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you’ve been on my mind all day today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i can’t stop thinking about you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you gonna fall asleep on me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— NO don’t fall asleep on me again tonight! [ 📲 • sms ] —— you fell asleep on me last night! you owe me now [ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey cutie! haven’t talked to you in a while! [ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey can i call you now? [ 📲 • sms ] —— call me rather talk on the phone [ 📲 • sms ] —— sweet dreams….with me in them 😉 jk [ 📲 • sms ] —— oooooh, i like the sound of that 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna hang out tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna do tomorrow? ☺️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— you looked really good today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— can’t wait to see you xoxo [ 📲 • sms ] —— talk dirty to me [ 📲 • sms ] —— maybe i can stay the night with you tomorrow [ 📲 • sms ] —— dang you take long enough to text back. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate texting you sometimes. you take forever. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you take forever and a day to reply. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i was wondering where you went. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what happened? where did you go? [ 📲 • sms ] —— k. [ 📲 • sms ] —— ok that’s cool. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s wrong with you? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey where was you today? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna come over? [ 📲 • sms ] —— why are you texting me? i’m standing right beside you… [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate one word texters. [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop one wording me. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you mad at me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna talk about? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you like me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i love you 😍 [ 📲 • sms ] —— miss you 😘 [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you okay? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m gonna take a shower brb [ 📲 • sms ] —— hold on i gotta do something real quick. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— my dog/cat said he/she missed you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s your dog/cat doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i see how it is 😜 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you can’t text me but you can be on facebook/twitter/instagram/ [ 📲 • sms ] —— how come you never text me anymore? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i gave you my number so you could text me punk 😛 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me back anymore ☹️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— sorry didn’t mean to bug you [ 📲 • sms ] —— you only text me when i text you first. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me first! [ 📲 • sms ] —— wanna go catch a movie tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you mean by that status you posted? [ 📲 • sms ] —— guess what emoji is next to your name in my phone? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey stranger. stop being a stranger. [ 📲 • sms ] —— did you miss me? 😆 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m looking through your pictures right now. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i saw that selfie you just posted. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you text me after i upload a bomb selfie i see. [ 📲 • sms ] —— it’s okay you don’t to lie to me. [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that was so sweet. ☺️  [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that just made me smile. ️☺️☺️  [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g you get on my nerves. [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey there ! remember me ? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you going to ignore me again tomorrow?

[datatragedy]

[steveharrinqton]

“You can control it Credence.”

     “I don’t think I want to Mr. Graves.”

[pinkxxbxtches]

[thearmyofgrunge]

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

credence felt a little like he was just being brushed aside again. forced away because he was apparently incapable of making his own decisions. mr. graves’ hand was on his face, though. thumb at the apple of his cheek.

“i wont be overwhelmed,” was a direct lie, but he didnt really care. he just didnt want pushed away. didnt want this to be all. still wanted to please him, to bring him pleasure.

[thegravemistergraves]

He blinked before frowning at him slightly. To believe the other? He didn’t want to have any regrets with this… 

Percival’s hands moved from the other’s shoulders slowly and up to cup his face a moment; before stepping forward and kissing him. It was one way to find out. 

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

oh. credence had no idea that he was going to kiss him as well - he thought he was just going to take his pleasure from him. and credence certainly wouldnt have minded that. but he also wasn’t upset at the circumstances, certainly.

he melted into the touch, though. into the press of lips against his own. he tried, although unexperienced, to kiss him back.

[thegravemistergraves]

Percival relaxed slightly when Credence melted into the touch and responded. The other didn’t seem nearly as experienced as The DIrector and it made him smirk slightly. 

He pulled back when he needed air, simply brushing their lips together. “Should I take it, as you’ve never done that before?” 

[crvdvncvbarvbonv]

credence went the color of a tomato, pulling away enough to not have to meet mr. graves' eyes. was it that obvious? was he so horrible that mr. graves could tell so quickly that he hadnt been intimate with anyone?

"no, sir," he answered quietly, half hoping it would be too quiet for mr. graves to hear. he didnt have to be experienced for this, though. not really. did he? he really wouldnt know.