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[desnos]

[repressedmagic]

I can finally come onto this blog and potentially write again. Life has been awful and busy but I'm alive.

Anyways - I love Credence Barebone and the new movie only fuelled my love. He's such a sad son.

[pueroimmersi]

  regrets, I’ve had a few… but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.

[tashaneva]

Reparo

(on twitter)

[tashaneva]

[emmafrost]

Ezra Miller as Credence Barebone in the new Crimes of Grindelwald Trailer

[repressedmagic]

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS NEW TRAILER DROP. i’m hopeful and optimistic because it does look like it could be real good. but boy howdy am i concerned about what they’ll do with credence’s character. pls.

[alessiajontrunfio]

Newt & Credence!

[shesnipes-archive]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

[arealtrashact]

RIP Mr Graves and Credence’s innocence

inspired by/original post 

[heateron]

[seulerosea-blog]

velvetnyc

- dylan thomas

[repressedmagic]

     Breathing seemed near impossible as the moments between them stretched further and further - silence meeting his efforts as he kept to his work. The water grew thicker and darker with each swipe of the cloth, the man before him still and unresponsive. Credence couldn’t fault him . . . he had just stood before death’s door, after all. A man who was seen to some as godly and infallible. Left wounded in his triumph for no one to bare witness to. No one but the quiet, pale man next to him who worked to wash the evidence away. 

               Caring for him in spite of everything that had come to pass between them. 

      A hesitant glance upwards towards the blood splattered, still expression Gellert wore -- Credence hesitated. He knew how much the man despised his touches when unsolicited. But to that point he hadn’t uttered a word against it. He hadn’t breathed a single syllable or complaint while he had been moved to be cleaned. Perhaps this time it would be alright. 

      Shaking fingers reached out with the damp cloth, smoothing just over the wizard’s cheek with a light touch. “ Mr. Grindlewald? Sir? ” his voice barely reached above a whisper, brows drawn down tight as he touched the skin again with another sweep. “ . . . Gellert -- ” Credence couldn’t help the hitch in his breathing at his own boldness to use the man’s given name. Something he rarely did. “ Please. Are you. . . Are you alright? You don’t -- look well. Have you been hurt elsewhere? ” @contemtus

[repressedmagic]

’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’

✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters | accepting

      Statuesque and nearly breathless where he stood, Credence found himself staring ahead and seeing nothing. Body numbing with every second of deprivation as those words sunk in bit by bit. Those words -- they were like the sharpest knives. Digging straight through yielding flesh and striking the marrow of his existence. They resonated with a voice that had been in his ear for years -- and the roiling thing at his very core. A beast. That’s what he was. There was no doubt in his mind that what Gellert spoke was an absolute truth. He knew the world. Knew the minds of muggles and wizards alike. Knew what they were thinking even in the most private recesses of their minds. 

      Which meant there wasn’t a thread of hope for a creature like Credence. Not in this life or the next. Nothing could change the amalgamation of a thing he was. Even if he had hoped. Yearned for it. Dreamt of it on the darkest night. 

   Who could ever love a beast like him? A monster in the eyes of every living thing and God. 

      “ I -- ” the word cracked and hollowed, face pale as he stared down at his shoes. He knew he was crying - silent tears falling without him meaning to. Weakness. A revolting trait in him that he knew would only gain ire rather than sympathy. But he couldn’t stop them. “ I just . . . I had . . . hoped. ” Each syllable strained to rise barely above a whisper as his head dropped forward - shame rolling off him as he finally moved. Arms wrapped around himself as he bit back the weeping he felt building at the back of his throat. 

      “ . . . no one could. That’s only f-for. . . for fairytales, ” he managed after a shuddering inhale, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed away from the window he stood before. Eyes downcast and tension bled from him - leaving only defeat and a strange, oozing darkness that seemed to roll off of him in translucent waves. 

                      “ I’m sorry for taking up your time, sir. I’ll get back to my room. ”

[samalexandxr]

insp.

[thepiperofhameln]

03 | NYC

(If this blog is deleted, find my main blog and art on AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/x57/profile and Pixiv: pixiv.me/x57 Copy the links, due to tumblr’s terrible linking system.)

[repressedmagic]

tfw all you want is to be held and loved but instead only the trashiest and grossest of people acknowledge your existence and don’t give you the love you need.

[colinfarrellsource]

- Modesty? Graves advances cautiously into a derelict schoolroom at the end of a corridor.

[repressedmagic]

Climbing up Credence's pant leg, the demiguise made it's way up to the young man's front where it then proceeded to clasp his face within it's small hands. It didn't think Credence was particularly sad, or even really upset, but it was always nice to know that someone - or something - was there for you right? Papping Credence's face a few times, it would then crawl onto his shoulder and proceed to try to "fix" his hair. It looked messier now, but it was trying it's best!

      With every news clipping of Grindelwald’s activities and travesties that made their way into Credence’s path, his demeanor openly changed. Fear etched into normally stoic lines and an odd restlessness that was out of place on the odd auror. For he knew deep down that somehow - someway - Grindelwald knew who he was. Knew he was alive. It was only a matter of time before the man caught up to him and outed his past deeds. His very existence and affliction -- and use it. 

      Because for all the time that had past, training and growth Credence had underwent? He knew he would be weak in the man’s presence. His past would easily catch back up to him and he would be the shell of a person he once was. 

      A sudden jolt behind him startled Credence from his thoughts - eyes jerking away from the articles pinned to the wall and to his shoulder. Soft, small hands began to poke and prod at him as wide eyes shifted into view - his demiguise. Had he been so predictable in his own melancholy and tears? He must have -- but as his ever-present and on guard “nanny” began to make quick work of his hair. . . Credence couldn’t contain his laugh. 

      Loud and warm as he squirmed where he stood - uncaring of the gawking of the others nearby as he withstood the grooming of a lifetime. 

      “ . . . Alright, I get it, ” he began softly, wavering giggles interspersed with his words as he held the creature. Eyes fond and smile growing as he watched on. “ Credence you musn’t be sad. It’s much too early in the day for it, ” he tacked on in a fake mimicry of the Demiguise’s voice - hand smoothing over its head fondly. Knowingly. “ If Newt’s not here to remind me, I suppose it falls to you doesn’t it? . . . Thank you. You’re the best sort of friend I could ever hope for. ”