and from the insides of your HEART, where you dared to give the DEVIL a part of it ( you thought him to make a home ), he started to CARVE OUT what DARKENED bits resided. hidden gems they were, buried underneath so much fondness, gentleness, kindness, compassion, and near UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. all the PITCH BLACK DARK opened up and gave way with each and every single word, praise, and touch. how you were a FOOL! because he found each piece, that part of you that you did not wish to acknowledge. he found them and started to put them together, little jagged bits that would become the image of a FEROCIOUS being that is just as DARK AND CUNNING as he.
if you don't mind/have time, some meta on tina raising credence post-film?
send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
Alright I do have several thoughts about this, actually.
I don’t think Tina would particularly want to raise Credence. And I don’t think that’s what would end up happening. And this is mostly because Credence isn’t actually a child, and the first step in helping him would be to treat him like the adult he is. And to not make him feel like some damaged child. It would be to make him feel like a human being. Of course she would be gentle and soft with him, but I really want to stress how important it is that he is treated like a human being, because for so long, he hasn’t been, and especially with the obscurus having become so strong, he probably feels more like a monster at the end of the film than ever. But Tina would assure him he was nothing of the sort. And even in the film, even when he was surrounded by the obscurus, Tina never stopped treating him like a person, she never cowered in fear, and she never looked at him as a monster.
That being said, I do think Tina would jump at the chance to care for Credence and help him. She knows that won’t be easy, and she knows that he is so, unfortunately, tragically emotionally damaged. But she would do all she could to help heal him.
Tina is gentle, she is never forceful. At times she can be impatient, but never with Credence. Never would she lose her patience with him, or make him feel that he had done anything wrong. At least not at first, at least not for things beyond his control. She would be supportive, she would be that loving figure that he had never had before.
Tina would seek Newt’s help, and along with him, she would do all she could to help Credence control his powers. I can see so many sleepless nights of research between the two of them (Tina and Newt), sending away for books about obscurial, searching and scanning for any pieces of information that may allow them to help Credence. For as far as they know, there is no way to stop an obscurus. There is no way to rid anyone of it, and the one time Newt tried, the young girl unfortunately wasn’t strong enough to be separated from it. And while Tina knows that Credence is obviously far stronger than the Sudanese girl Newt had come across, it was still very risky, and I can’t imagine she would allow any attempts of it until they were for certain it could be done.
I also think Tina would inform Credence of what was happening to him. She would tell him everything, and she would not hold back the information, because that in itself would be more dangerous. Knowing about what he is, knowing that he is not a monster, she believes that would help him. And quite frankly, she believes he deserves to know. Who would she be to hide it from him?
Tina would never do anything to Credence without permission though, and this would go for any bit of help she can offer him. If it turned out that he didn’t want to learn magic, and she had offered, she wouldn’t force him into it. And if he did want to learn, she would no doubt supply him with the things he needed to do so. She would teach him herself, and she would be the best teacher she could be. Though she would probably ask for Queenie’s help in that department as well. And later on, if they had come across a promising way to remove an obscurus, regardless of how she felt, she would allow Credence to make the decision.
She would teach him that he has choice. That no one could force him into doing anything, and that he didn’t have to give into people. She would continue to show him true kindness above all else.
She knows that the road to recovery is a long and difficult one, but she would help him as much as she could. She would do everything in her power to treat him as he ought to be treated, and to teach him that the way she treated him was the way he DESERVED to be treated, and that he was no monster. She would show him respect. And she knows that he will probably never fully recover, because how does one recover from something as traumatic as what he’s been through? And this breaks her heart, but she has every hope that she can help him. Even if it’s in the smallest of ways, at least she can show him kindness, at least she can PROTECT him.
‘ if you ask ME –––––––––––– ’ and he hadn’t; and she did not, in the moment, care for any sort of spared feelings. only the sort of voiced thought that quelled her own, ‘ –––––––––––– i don’t think you know what you’re doing. ’ she held her own wand by her cheek, edge pressing a line into her chin as she chewed a HANGNAIL at her pinky.
BENEVOLENCE. why does no one see the benevolence this man holds? he is a savior among wizards; he should be venerated. he is among the few who will speak out against the crimes that wizard-kind has inflicted upon themselves. what use are these rules when they destroy us from the inside? what use are these laws when they are against us?
who do these laws protect?
wizard-kind is too soft, too gentle, too caring--it’s time to steel themselves, to work toward something productive and progressive for magic-kind, and they already have a leader at the forefront.
Graves brings the blond a couple files, leaving them on the desk. ❛ this is everything I have on Seraphina. ❜
" Merlin where has that little one flown off to? ”
Dark eyes wide and hands fretting with the cuff of his sleeve,
Credence walked briskly through the quiet park. Hours of searching
for his saw-whet owl had turned out rather in vain. Nowhere in his
house’s halls or grounds, he’d sought elsewhere. Every nook and
cranny he thought her to be - she was not. Panic gripped at him as
he began to grow more and more desperate to find her.
“ Pumpkin where are you!? ” he finally called out, jaw tight and fumbling
in a full-turn as he tried to spot her, “ Please come back - I’m not mad.
We’ve sorted the mail mishap! Ms. Elora will forgive you, I’m sure. ”
Silence met his frantic calls. He knew it sounded silly to be treating the
little carrier owl as if it could fathom any of what he said. But he didn’t
care. She was the closest thing to true family - born in his hands and
raised from birth - and appearances be damned. He had to find her.
“ Fussy bird. Must you always vanish when we disagree. ”
