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✨Secrets of Dumbledore cast✨

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The silence between them was becoming less awkward than when they first began this voyage together. In the beginning Newt had tried to fill the void between them with small talk, absolutely disastrous, he gave up quickly and they were better for it. They muddled together without superficial chitchat. When it became too much Newt would leave Credence to rest and care for his creatures before turning in for the night. It worked well for them.

That being said. Credence’s question hardly took him by surprise, it was natural for him to be curious, Newt had practically kidnapped him. Nevertheless the icy spike of dread still hit his stomach at the possibility of expressing himself articulately. Newt had mulled over every possible answer in his head but felt he still would not be able to express himself properly. Credence looked so broken incredibly, how could Newt ever leave him behind?

“I know what it means for people not to understand you, what it means to be an outcast. You aren’t the only obscurial I’ve met. Those Auror’s should never have drawn their wands, they were scared. When people are scared they lash out. Same for creatures, it is a basic instinct we all share. All I saw in that tunnel was someone scared in need of help. So I tracked you down and brought you with me. To help. Every being deserves a chance.” He explained terribly, Newt did not want to leave Credence in New York, a place he’d only associate with pain. Magic really could be beautiful given the right opportunity and Credence deserved an opportunity to experience the magical world freely.

There was also the small matter of ‘Graves.’ Grindelwald. The fact he had taken an interest in Credence had Newt worried, especially now that it was clear Credence was the longest living obscurial in history. He was an anomaly which made him desirable to dark wizards wishing to exploit such power and control.

It was hard to take in. All the information, fact and opinion...that he wasn’t the only obscurial...that the aurors, the people that hurt him, were wrong...that people were scared and act on instinct...that he needed help, and that he supposedly deserved it...

He shook his head slowly, as if it still barely made sense. In his world, with all he had experience, it just still didn’t make sense. Newt had been hurt because of him. Newt had no blame in Credence’s life, and even if he did, no one would ever be obligated to tend to the wrongs done to the dark haired male; that was the truth of the world, to him. He had yet to see anyone pay for his pain, at least not in a way he felt wholly right about. No, he couldn’t dwell on that...

He shook his head again, glancing at Newt, then looking down to his food as he set down what was left.

“...I’m sorry...it just...still doesn’t make sense. You think I’m...worth this.. I don’t think you’ve really considered...everything...” he remarked. Every hand that had help him, tenderly or harshly, had eventually found him harmful or worthless, or both. And so few had every actually reached out to him, and stayed. How could he believe this man, Newt, would be any different? Why should he risk his failures and his harm to come to this well-meaning mans life, and that of his...wonderful creatures?

He sighed, bringing a leg towards his chest. “I-I’m sorry...I don’t mean to offend you... It’s just...difficult...hard to...accept... You’re kind.. You’re...something I’m not used to.”

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“It is the least I could provide,” he countered gently. The food was hardly gourmet but it was hearty and filling. “And it will keep if you cannot stomach all of it, we can keep it heated for a few hours and top you up on soup in between. I can pick some vegetables from the garden.” Newt explained and began to eat his own meal. His garden had enough food to sustain him when he was out in the wilderness, but he would always take the opportunity for a free meal to save his reserves. Newt would have to pick up some supplies from the markets once they landed in Aberdeen before venturing to the cabin.

He had come across the cabin on his tour of England, documenting native species. Scotland had a great deal of unmarked countryside to best study his creatures in there natural habitat and it had been completely by chance he had spotted a derelict cabin nestled in the woods. The home had long been abandoned and its structure had been completely covered in moss and ivy, Newt had spend many months restoring and turning the foundations back into a home. Credence would appreciate the remote nature away from city life and people.

A blessing really, as Credence was having a hard time staying whole. Every time Newt looked at him he could only try to understand how exhausted he must feel as he battled to stay human. The cabin would provide a proper bed and plenty of blankets, it would not matter if Credence shifted back into his obscurial form as there would be no one around to see and any damage could be fixed. Credence would have more space to breath and Newt would not have to spell the entrance to his sanctuary every few hours to keep his creatures out. Not that many are venturing close, sensing the obscurus.

“We need to build you up as much as we can, it will be a couple of days until port and then we will use a port key to an area near the cabin,” he rationalised. Newt was trying to encourage Credence’s appetite as much as he could. Little and often as he was at least replenishing some of the energy he was using up.

He chewed another small bit of the bread, before sipping at the soup. It was warm, and the warmth made him want to consume it all at once, his body aching for it’s warmth and sustenance. But he’d already tried to consume too much once, finding himself sick and in pain. So he struggled to eat slowly. Newt was kind, to collect this, as well as off from his own supply, but Credence could only feel like it was too much... He wished Newt wasn’t offering so much for him.

He ate for a few more minutes, in silence, before looking to Newt as the man mentioned a port key. His brows only pulled together in confusion, unsure what exactly that was and how it would get them near whatever cabin. He could only assume it was magic he still didn’t understand; sometimes he wondered, did anything Graves tell me about magic ring true...? He ate more bread, and ate more of the soup, before finally setting it aside. The smoke around him wasn’t moving and billowing as much, but it was still there.

“...W-why are you doing this...? I...I tore up...the city... I almost hurt you...many times... G-Graves hurt you, because of me, I don’t...I don’t understand why you t-took me.” he speaks honestly then, sniffling, and huffing his knees to his chest.

#newt scamander #credence barebone fic #FB RP #fantastic beasts fanfic #roleplay #classificationnewtscamander

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// i’m so very tempted to write some headcanons, connected to my credence fanfiction or not, but basically following an idea of Credence learning under Dumbledore and because of that, he ends up working at Hogwarts with a few different jobs. And maybe, other than having a few things he does beyond hogwarts for a little while, maybe he returns and actually works there for a lot of years?  I just want to imagine him in the original story, idk why XDDD imagine ways that he may have been involved in certain things, or could have interacted with key characters.

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Wilderness

@wickedobscurialaurelius Closed RP.

With Madame President of MACUSA staring straight at him, it was difficult to resist the temptation to follow the last remaining fragments of Credence from the corner of his eye. The little black wisp was clearly floating away with the undeniably purpose to escape far away from the Aurors currently flooding the subway. With the International Statue of Secrecy at risk, Newt would have to track Credence later and first deal with executing a large scale forgetfulness potion on the entirety of New York. Otherwise he would find himself arrested and Newt did not have the time or inclination to stay in custody to be processed. Again.

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Frank had been released armed with the swooping evil venom, the ratio had been calculated and the muggles were clearly forgetting the events related to the obscurely and Grindelwald. Wizards and witches were banding together to fix the city, with nothing out of place. In the midst of the chaos, Newt was able to slip away from watchful eyes just long enough to scour the ruins of the church where he managed to find the little wisp in amongst the rubble. Without asking, Newt contained Credence in his own spherical bubble and deposited him in the case, already he was bigger than when he’d floated away. It was going to take a lot of magic and feeding to restore Credence but Newt was capably of the challenge.

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Scotland was only a few days away. They would be docking at Aberdeen, the harbour would be busy enough they would likely go undetected as every ferry would be carrying hundreds of passengers all on commercial boats. Credence would be safe from the Ministry for a little while longer; his brother would likely to furious once he realised he would not be docking in Plymouth but the ramifications could wait. Newt was far too busy helping himself to a second helping of stew from the ships buffet. He had the bread smuggled away safely in his pocket along with his own portion of stew and he was purposely remaining oblivious to the judgemental stare of the kitchen aid who had served him not ten minutes prior. Credence was probably feeling staved with hunger, they had to build his appetite up slowly otherwise his stomach would protest.

Therefore Newt was quick to make it back to the cabin and into his case, he was careful to lock the cabin door after a rather unfortunate incident with a member of the cleaning crew and the murtlap again but thankfully no one had been bitten.

“Credence, I have stew if you are hungry,” he called down before making his descent, so as not to startle him. “It does smell a little better than last time,” he reassured. Some of the chunks of meat were questionable and best not thought about but overall the consistency was better. He handed Credence the bread and the stew before casting an engorge charm to grow them back to regular size. “How are you feeling today?” He asked, making conversation and from genuine concern.

Pain had been all he could think of, or feel, or sense, for....time he couldn’t even measure. All he remembered was the train tunnel...the witches and wizards raising their wands...the light, and then the pain tearing him apart in every which way. The sensations pricked at his every edge, even as his form had been lesser, and his mind so weakened. He was tired....he was so tired, but even so, that whisp of energy reached and searched, and drifted, running, trying to find something, but he didn’t know. He found himself settled in the ruins of the wreckage he’d made of the church, trembling wildly.

He’d barely recognized the noise, before he recognized the presence of someone else. But he could barely move, but to writhe and swirl before suddenly, he was wrapped up in some sort of energy field. It was unnerving and comforting all at once. It eased the pain, at least on the surface.

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From there, the days were a blur, until he began to take form once more. It was slow, and it too was painful, as if his body were heavy and aching as it took firm, growing bigger and bigger as the hours turned to days.

He didn’t understand his surroundings, with moving creatures and noises of beasts, but he stayed settled in the corner the strange, soft spoken man had left him. He...he was afraid of him, but it wasn’t a normal fear. It was a shaky fear, because what he feared...was how kind the man himself was. His voice was soft, his consideration a reassuring yet unnerving balm on Credence’s pain, and the care he could almost see in his eyes was too inviting. Could he trust...again...?

The young man was practically formed at this point, even though his skin was a bit paler than usual, and smoke was still constantly billowing off him and around him. He was still recovering, still healing, still pulling himself together. So when the man called down, bringing food once again, as he had constantly lately, which Credence denied at first but had been warming up to, he just looked up to him. He took the food with careful hands, just staring at it, hearing the mans easy words and attempt at conversation, but not responding right away. Shaky fingers picked at the bread, pulling the end of it apart, feeling at it.

He was asking how he felt. Why? The man couldn’t change it...couldn’t fix it.... So, what was the point in telling? The last time he let someone else fix him, they’d only hurt him worse than he could’ve imagined. He still remembered this man, speaking so kindly to him down in the tunnels, so patient and careful. He remembered fearing for him, when Graves started attacking. He remembered how his emotions led him to loose control. He snuffled, bringing the bread to his lips, but not yet eating.

“..B-better...” he lied. He wasn’t an absolute lie, he knew he had some strength back, he was forming better, and the pain had just faintly lessened. But, what was the point in explaining...? “You didn’t...have to get me...so much...” he remarks about the food, not even sure he’d be able to manage to eat all of it. Slowly, he finally ate some of the food bread he’d torn about.

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- Fleetwood Mac, Storms

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// okay i will likely still stick with my Credence’s age being 22 in the first FB film, for a multitude of reasons, but wtf he was 18 yo in the first film, according to Ezra????

That just...hurts. i mean, it shortens the span of time that he was surviving as an obscurial, which hurts less than 22, but then that means my poor fucking baby has been roped into such absolute SHIT at only age 18 to 19, and that upsets me deeply.

#ooc #credence feels #ow

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CREDENCE BAREBONE in FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE

#not sure i feel about this upcoming but #especially aprehensive of a more and more villainous route for credence but even so #my boyo #look at him #i hate how its happened but hes so much stronger #i want him to be stable and i wan the strength to be healthy #but i can't deny that this is giving me a lot of feelings and some of it is pride #the fact that he's using his obscurus as or with his magic is sending me #...but is it just me or is the phoenix in the first gif #....possibly...made up of his obscurus??? #the phoenix at the end of FB2 was a normal feathered phoenix right? red and yellow and all? #but this is black and glowing orange/red/burning #either the bird has changed because of him and his energy and obscurus #or maybe he's mimicking the shape of a phoenix with the obscurus as practice in manipulating it #either way im AAAAAAA #but really it shows the bird #then pans over something flying the opposite direction in front of him and glowing #so maybe it's his obscurus flying around at his will?

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one of my favorite things about being part of a group chat is showing them a sketch for a freckle/scar study on newt, only to have them turn it into a “that’s newt staring pining at credence” thing.  that boy is absolutely stubborn and an actual 12 year old pls someone help him

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Long haired Credence ^-^

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Credence deserves love!!!

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Crewt RP anyone? (Not my art.) just message me if tire interested!

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Soot

A warm-up sketch that got away from me a little bit? oops Art blog: questionartbox

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Hands up for Crewt and flowercrowns !!

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About Muse

About my Credence/Aurelius.

This is just a summary of my strong beliefs of the character in canon, and my headcanons thrown together. For example, belief would be that he has social and physical issues, he has anxiety and trauma, and he is a victim of PTSD, Grooming, and Abuse, etc. Headcanon would be that he is queer, IE gay, and could fall in love with a man, for example, Newt (granted, i feel like it seems almost canon that Credence was groomed by Grindlewald and had feelings for him, however toxic, but thats just me). ANYWAYS~! This is just a culmination of info, for my version of Credence.

[Upon FB2, I am unsure yet what’s to be believed about Credence’s true bloodline, so I claim him as Credence/Aurelius, based on timeline and verse and scenario. It seems more likely that Grindlewald is lying to manipulate hate against Albus in Credence, to use him, especially given the Dumbledore family Timeline doesn’t make sense with this possibility but she who must not be named has already been a little iffy with consistency on some things over the years, so it’s also possible. I just go with movie stuff enough to be workable in fandom]

|    |   |     Personal Information

My Credence/Aurelius is played as around the age of at least 22 during the first FB movie. I believe him to be a victim of abuse, grooming, brainwashing, and a great deal of trauma, which has brewed varying levels of anxiety, depression, and repression, as is clear in the movie. To a certain degree, I also believed him to be, or headcanon’d him to be autistic, however I am not an autistic person and will no longer deem to try and play such until I can be sure I can play such well and accurately and with respect. Generally my roleplays would involve him recovering from and dealing with his magical, emotional, and mental issues.

His life has left him to tend to be less social than most, with iffy social skills, and he tends to be skittish around people, especially strangers. He keeps at a distance and observes, if not, secludes himself. But he doesn’t prefer loneliness, he has just spend most of his life in the company of few to none that he feels safe and cared for in their company (Modesty, his adoptive sister, being the only person until after the events of the first movie). But if he trusts someone and their nature enough, he warms up to them. Sometimes, he can be dependent, though, so it’s a very conflicting and complicated existence. He can depend on their energy, their presence, as if he needs to drink in the positivity, and then he tends to feel like a childish burden, and it drives him to detach again. But, with those patient enough to understand, he can manage a decent balance, and can enjoy careful and consensual contact.

I play him as gay as well, or perhaps demi-romantic but male-inclined, and perhaps more homosexual than attracted to both sexes.

My Credence/Aurelius is playable in different timelines, though I’m more inclined to Recovery roleplays (at the moment), meaning based after the events of the first movie. But I am open to plotting and working with different scenarios.

    How I Interact   

This is being made for roleplaying purposes, but it is also available for ooc Asks about character thoughts, and ic asks aimed towards Credence, be they random asks or remarks, or rp meme/starter/prompt content. If you have a question for the mun, please make that clear by putting /For Mun first in your message. PM for roleplaying, we can figure out whether or not to rp through pm or through posts from there. Go to asks, obviously, to Ask Credence/Aurelius. Nsfw asks is okay, just not really nasty stuff. Preferably just things having to do with the character, something he can respond to. If you ever have a special request, like something you want my feedback on instead of a Credence/Aurelius response (or my feedback AND Credence/Aurelius response), just specify by saying /For Both/ or /For Feedback/.

     Headcanons

He still has a lot to learn about the Magical community, as all he had to learn from was GrindelGraves (presumably, unsure my headcanons on real-graves, I’m between belief of whether or not he met Credence/Aurelius before Grindelwald took him) and his hateful adoptive mother; one didn’t fully understand magic beyond what she feared and she stereotyped and demonized it, whereas GrindelGraves probably built it up to something desirable, admirable, something to achieve and used the community to tempt Credence/Aurelius with while never actually fully exposing him to it beyond what magic him performed in front of him/on him (Apparating, Healing Charms, so forth).Though I do not ship Gradence/GravesXCredence (respect and love to those who do, I understand why you’d ship it, I would in another life probably, but it’s just not my taste in this fandom so, respectfully, my Credence/Aurelius would not participate in ship stuff with a Graves or GrindleGraves.), I do actually believe Credence may have held feelings for Graves, or the idea of him as it ended up being. I don’t believe they were healthy, they surely weren’t entirely true and pure seeing as how it was a distance relationship with a man who popped in to fix him when he was broken only to leave, using him while he was gone. I think he may have held attraction for him, and surely a dependent affection that was nurtured by GrindelGraves (all those touches and close, almost intimate moments). It is one of the many things I headcanon him have to recover from. You are free to address this in rp or ask, I just ask you don’t push it in too negative a way that is now mutually agreed upon.

There is a lot to recover from with his mother, Abuse of the physical, emotional, and mental nature. Conditioning when it comes to his magic, because though he may realize the actual normal, natural nature to the magical community and learn not only how common magic is but how human it is, how normal it can be, it does not change what he’s grown up around; he may still experience problems with magic, whether be related to himself, or other people using it. Physical contact and when it is allowed will be complicated. Relationships are more complicated. And there are many things about himself he will have to grow to accept and learn, where he was not able to under her before.

I’m laboring under the headcanon that he either was not fully aware of his power, or perhaps he’d sort of repressed memories as much as he repressed his magic, therefor repressed his knowledge. His mind sort of conditioned him to forget or twist around his knowledge of things he’d done or caused, or perhaps he denied it in fear of being found out and then the memories were repressed to sort of protect him, because it felt as if knowing was just as bad as showing. But, over the course of the things that happen to him during the movies timeline, I think the repression is regressing and he’s realizing. Maybe the hints are heavy for him around the time or after he kills Shaw, but by the time his mother advances on Modesty with his belt, he knows, he’s realizing, and he looses control. That’s why he’s sitting there, whimpering, begging ‘Please help me’. And when he released the obscurus in front of Graves, that was the only time he let it loose on purpose. Otherwise, he was never sure of what was wrong with him, that he was even what Graves was looking for, he just knew the answer was either in the magical community, in magic, or at least away from Mary Lou.

I enjoy the idea of Credence/Aurelius having developed a joy for painting or sketching, and that that develops into a skill and a hobby.

As skittish as he is with people, I think he’s comfortable with creatures, so long as they aren’t automatically or intensely threatening.

Ships: I honestly don’t have many. Like I said, I don’t ship Gradence. I see some of the appeal of the original Graves, but that I’m still not inclined to rp, I apologize. The most I would do is roleplay the complicated feelings and situation, but never actual ship scenarios. Any other ships, I could probably enjoy fluff and angst with, but I don’t really ship anything but one ship. Which happens to be Newt and Credence/Aurelius*.

**Crewt/Newdence, whatever the ship name is (I wish it was consistent, it gets to be a problem), is my biggest ship. I will say this, I’m aware in canon Newt and Tina end up married, and I am not saying I believe Crewt could end up being canon by my shipping it. I just, personally, prefer them for each other. Let’s just say, in my own perfect world, Newt and Tina would have a short time of being together because they so had a thing for each other obviously, but would find out that thought they worked okay as friends, a lot of their habits and traits do not mesh well in a romantic situation. So they would mutually end things, stay very good friends, and Newt and Credence/Aurelius would have been developing a friendship and closeness as Credence/Aurelius was helped by Newt and company to recover, and over time their relationship would develop into something very pure, sweet, considerate, as well as progressive, challenging, but above all, caring (for both of them). Hey, Queenie did say Newt needed a giver; Credence/Aurelius would so develop into a very giving, caring person just as a result of the bullsh*t of his life. But that is just me. I’d love for some Crewt, but I won’t push for it.

-more eventually-

And that is all for this, thank you~

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About Mun

About Me

So, this is just some brief stuff about me, this isn’t the most majorly active account, and tends to have dry spells, but even so, here’s some info about me. Call me Jordy if you like, names Jordan, I’m (currently) 26, I decently seasoned roleplayer, I’ve played many fandom characters, worked on a lot of stories, both original and fanfictions. I created this account simply because I love Credence/Aurelius and enjoy playing him, and thought I could try out this form of roleplaying and character exploration on Tumblr like I’ve seen friends do.

If you have any questions, feel free to PM me for them, preferably if you ask me anything through the Ask option, it would be in relation to Credence/Aurelius.

Credence/Aurelius is my favorite character, honestly. It didn’t help, going into it being a slight fan of Ezra Miller, but upon meeting and getting to know the character, a long time HP fan with many characters adored but none ever favorited, finally found a fave. So I will love, defend, and treasure this sweet child until the end. No matter what the movies paint him into, villain, victim, or otherwise. I adore him.

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