people from above

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In which tearing a hole in space-time above a major population center had some consequences.

Manhattan’s different now.

Not in a way you’d notice if you’ve never been there before, not in a way that screams out wrongness, but in little ways. Little voices that whisper that something’s different.

The streets aren’t always in the right order. It’s easy to get lost.

The stars are brighter, and sometimes if you look up, they’re the wrong stars. Don’t look up.

There are rules now, where there weren’t before. Unspoken and unspecified, but if you live here, you know.

Tip the street magicians well. You never know when it’s not a trick, especially the ones around the Tower.

If you’re walking, and things change, keep going. Don’t look back at the pizzeria that was just behind you. It’s not there anymore.

If your watch stumbles, trips over a second and keeps falling, ticking faster than it should, you don’t need to fix it. It’s not wrong.

Always heed the fortune tellers. They’re not wrong often, these days.

Don’t stand in the Tower’s shadow for too long. You will know when too long is by the prickle on your neck and the humming in your teeth. If you feel that, don’t look up. Seeing it makes it real.

Of course, the most changed are the people. Manhattan’s always been for the people, built for them by them, and not the same without them.

War changes people. New York’s war was no different.

Volunteer sign-up rates have never been higher. They’ve seen what might come, what could come, and they want to help.

Of course, there’s the cynics too. Jaded and stubborn, certain of worse things to come and waiting for them.

Did you ever wonder why there’s so many heroes and supervillains in New York? Manhattan’s changed. Her people did not. There’s still bad guys who want to take and hurt and rule, but as a whole, her people are good.

There’s a reason the good guys always win. After all, no matter how born-and-raised New Yorker a villain is, the home ground advantage always go to the people who know the ground.

Her people have seen the worst of the worst, the nightmares and worst-case scenarios. They’ve seen it, lived it, and they won’t let it win.

Manhattan’s different now. As always, not much has changed.

anonymous asked:

Dude, requests are back up, awesome! How about DAI companions + Krem de la creme reacting to the inquisitor being one of the last avian folk?(Like, they have big ass wings, so they always wear an even bigger cloak to hide them, and during battle somehow, they end up losing the cloak? They can legit fly with them)

Cassandra: She stares and stares before angrily demanding to know why they hid this from her. They sheepishly explain their situation, and she calms down, but it doesn’t change the fact they hid it. When she eventually gets over it, she sometimes just sits and watches them fly around (which they do for fun; they’re actually sort of relieved to be revealed for this reason). It makes her nervous, at first, worrying they’ll suddenly drop, but she’s awed by how agile and graceful they are in the sky. Once or twice, they have to pick her up and drop her somewhere else, and it makes her nervous every time they pick her up, and she hates how helpless she feels suspended in the air. If Romanced: Sometimes he takes her flying for no reason other than a good time. She likes it significantly more than non-romanced flying. Eventually, they’ll land, and have a quiet, serene place to sit together while she listens to him recite poetry.

Blackwall: He stares. That’s all he can do as he gawks with a slack jaw for a long time. He has no words– trying for speech just results in helpless sputtering. The man stands aside as the others fuss and try to make sense of the situation, and speaks last. He gets over it, though, once he hears the story, and doesn’t mind at all. “They’re like a pair of griffon wings,” he admires, “powerful and fast.” If the Herald can lift him up, it makes him supremely uncomfortable the first time they take him into the sky, but he finds that he thinks it’s fun. If Romanced: He regularly compliments her on how beautiful her wings are, and he tries to help itch and clean the spots she can’t reach easily. He brings her flowers that grow all the way up on a mountainside, and she gently teases him and says she could just fly him up there. “No, my lady,” he refuses, “it’s not the same if all the work’s taken out of it. You shouldn’t waste your time helping me get you flowers; let me do the work.”

Iron Bull: After getting past the initial shock, he’s utterly green with envy. It looks like SO MUCH FUN, taking off like a dragon to the skies. The Herald tries to pick him up (to no avail, he’s too heavy) to give him the experience of flying, so he takes it upon himself to make them stronger and faster, so they can. Push-ups with wings, laps around Skyhold, timing their speed of flight, you name it. “Just wait. You’ll go back to your people and fly circles around them! When you can finally lift me up, you can air-drop me on the enemies for an attack from above! It’s gonna be great!” If romanced: Hot. He’s 100% into this. He snickers if any feathers get ruffled or fall off after sex. “Did I ruffle your feathers, Kadan?” he teases, and he just laughs as they slap him with a wing. He ties one of the feathers that fall off to the dragontooth necklace, as long as they don’t mind.

Sera: She’s freaked out and utterly shocked. She has no idea how to react, so she just stares for a long time, sputtering helplessly. She feels bad later at how upset they seemed at her facial expression. “Aw, shite… well, your feathery ass is welcome here, alright?” she reassures. She likes tossing things at them when they’re flying to see if they can catch it, and it becomes a sort of game/exercise routine. She also talks them into using their wings to prank others. She screams the first time they pick her up and take her into the sky, but soon she realizes she likes it, so long as she trusts the Herald. Sometimes she’ll ask to be taken with them, because she thinks it’s exhilarating– and a few times, shoots arrows at people from above while the Herald carries her. “Death from above! Arrows from the sky! I even have a source of feathers for fletching at any moment! Hah!” A few times, if she needs them, she’ll just pluck a feather clean off if there’s none lying around, and sticks her tongue out as the Herald protests. “What? You still got a lot of ‘em. Your wings are huge!” Also jokingly refers to wings/feathers sticking out as “wingboners.” If Romanced: She likes tickling her wings and playing with her feathers, and sleeping under a wing when they’re in bed together. “They’re soft. And fuzzy. And cute.” she gushes. She also learns how to preen the feathers, and takes to doing so regularly out of affection, at least in the areas her girlfriend can’t reach with ease. She typically finishes it off by taking a feather or two that falls off to keep for herself.

Varric: “Holy Mother of Andraste’s ass.” he breathes, taking it all in. He comes around quickly, though, and asks a lot of questions– though few on anatomy, unlike Dorian, and more on who they are, where they come from, and about their people. He’s fascinated, and taking notes. Sometimes when he’s out of writing quills, he wryly asks them if he can take one of theirs– or may just take one if they drop off from time-to-time. He’s not a fan of going into the sky, at all. “You know, I like the idea of getting as far away from the Stone as possible,” he says nervously as he looks down at the world below, “but this is a bit too far. Dwarves don’t fly.”

Cole: He knew, and he doesn’t mind in the least. “I am sorry. The others know, and they want to help. They don’t mind the wings.” He also comments that the others are happy while watching the Herald fly, and the Inquisitor takes to doing small shows on a regular basis for the crowd at Skyhold, which always draws large numbers. Everyone is cheered by the amazing sight of them in the sky, and morale goes up. People start sitting and waiting for hours before the show starts. Cole smiles– they helped.

Dorian: About five million questions start flying from his lips as soon as he’s out of the initial shock. How fast can you fly? How many feathers do you have? What’s the bone structure of your wings? Can you stick one straight out so I can measure how long it is? Where are your people from? Why are you the only one out here? It makes them more than a little uncomfortable, and he feels bad when he realizes how uncomfortable they are. “Oh.” he says, suddenly quiet. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… if you need to talk, let me know?” He loves watching them soar through the sky, and he takes notes as he watches. He considers them and their wings utterly beautiful, and he feels honored to know them and witness their flight. He does not particularly care for going in the air, though, citing a sudden fear of extreme heights as he clings to the Herald, trying desperately to not look down. If Romanced: He loves preening his lover’s feathers, because it’s hard for them to reach behind and get them clean. He finishes it all with a kiss. He feels so safe under his boyfriend’s wings as they lay together, and he silently smirks as he imagines his father’s reaction to seeing his boyfriend.

Vivienne: She has to work to hide her complete and utter shock, and briefly scolds the Herald for not telling her before. When they’re comfortable, she examines their wings in detail. She figures out a grooming regimen. “Darling, everyone knows what you are now– there’s no point in hiding your wings any longer.” She smiles. “So use them. Preen them. Take the time and effort to make them presentable. You will be imposing, awe-inspiring, beautiful, majestic, and everyone will know it with a single glance.” She introduces them to her tailor, who manages to make them outfits that accommodate the wings– even accentuate them. Vivienne does not like being taken into the sky, but tolerates it if necessary in combat.

Solas: Their people were known to the ancient Elvhen, but their numbers were in slow decline– he’s honestly surprised that there’s any still around at all. He’s sympathetic to them, and surprises them by being the least shocked of any of the party members. He claims that he has seen their people before in the Fade, and suddenly the other party members are coming to him, asking for information. When he shakes them off, he mentions to the Herald that they shouldn’t hide their wings, for they are beautiful and proof of their ancient people. He asks them a lot of questions about the current state of their race, about their society, which befuddles the Herald. He doesn’t seem to mind being lifted into the air, if need be, and may even ask the Herald to carry him to places inaccessible by walking alone. If Romanced: They spend dates just finding places that only winged creatures can reach, and they look over the world together. They slumber and see memories previous unexplored by the remote location, and Solas feels genuine happiness that someone can understand the value of unexplored dreams. “Thank you, ma vhenan. Thank you…”

Cullen: He just sighs. Somehow this doesn’t even shock him. Maybe he’s seen too much. He’s a bit frustrated that they didn’t tell him to begin with, but lets it go readily. He asks if they know any others of their kind who would be interested in joining the Inquisition– flying soldiers would be excellent– and finds himself bewildered as they tell him that the vast majority of their people are shy and mistrustful of land-dwellers. He apologizes, and does not press the matter further. He enjoys watching them fly, and compliments them on their ability, but absolutely hates being taken off the ground and into the sky in any circumstances. If Romanced: He’s somewhat more tolerant of being taken into the sky, but he still doesn’t like it. Sometimes when he’s having bad dreams, he awakens as one of her wings gently folds over him, covering him softly, affectionately, and his heart rate slows. He’s safe, and she loves him, and he feels it. He goes back to sleep in peace, happy with what he has and who he loves.

Leliana: She’s just envious, if anything; she wouldn’t mind being able to fly. She was wondering what they were hiding, and found several stray feathers (which may or may not be in unusual colors) from time-to-time, and this explains it. She takes it pretty calmly, and asks if they know any others of their kind that might be willing to join as agents, or even airborne couriers. If the Herald ever takes her into the sky, she acts totally calm, but she LOVES it, even though she doesn’t say so.

Josephine: She’s at a loss. She tries to quickly compose herself and awkwardly make sense of the situation, but once the shock wears off, she’s endlessly curious about being able to fly. She watches them zip through the sky with grace and speed and is utterly mesmerized. Like Vivienne, she encourages a strict preening regimen– if they’re going to have wings, they might as well make them presentable. Eventually, the Herald offers to take her flying, and she squeals with a mix of delight and a bit of fright. Her hair blows loosely, and the wind’s on her face, and by the time the Herald brings her back down, she’s dazed and eager for the next time they fly together. If Romanced: They take her flying with them all the time, and it makes for interesting dates. She giggles and squeals (and on one occasion, screams as they do a loop with her in their arms) and has the time of her life. They always end it by landing somewhere picturesque, and they sit together, cuddling and admiring the world around them.

Krem: “Your… your Worship?” he asks, shocked, not sure if he’s seeing correctly, or if Bull’s pulling a prank like that time they all covered themselves with feathers– but no, it’s really them. If they don’t mind, he asks them questions about flying, and remarks that the Chargers would love having one of their kind on the team, if they know anyone looking for work. Sometimes he tosses his stuffed winged nug plushies at them from the ground, and they catch, not unlike the game played with Sera. He really likes flying, and admires the view of the world below.

50 Things I Learned to Succeed on Rotations

I think I’ve finally been a third year long enough to write a post on how to succeed during rotations without having to be a grand showman and intellectual prodigy. I’ve certainly made my fair share of mistakes and straight up screw ups, I’ve also had a lot more successes than I expected.

Hopefully, what I write is useful to those starting or already on rotations (though I’m sure many of you are totally killing it already) and remember these are based on my experiences and of what I’ve learned from people I know so your experiences may be different. This isn’t a ‘how to’ guide, more a quick hit of helpful notes to take into consideration. 

I also feel like maybe 50 wasn’t enough to actually illustrate what rotations are like, so if anyone wants to add more to this please do.

Tried and True

  • Show up the first day, bright eyed and bushy tailed no matter how hard the last rotation was.
  • Always try to be there early, before the doctor, even if it’s just a little bit.
  • Read, read, read.
  • If you’ve got a question, ask a question.

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Make You Feel My Love

Summary: Based on Adele’s “Make You Feel My Love,” you shower Bucky with affection and love when he needs it. 

Word Count: 2,646 (without lyrics)

Warnings: None.

A/N: Enjoy! Positive feedback is loved and appreciated! Each scene of this fic represent a verse and so on. Let me know what you all think :D 


Originally posted by hoechlins


When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

Grey clouds brought an ill omen with them and you could feel the cold seep through the thick, glass windows of the Avengers’ Tower and into your bones. Shivering, you wandered into Bucky’s room and fetched one of his hoodies, smiling softly as you put it on and were immediately surrounded by his scent. He smelled of generic soap and the mint gum he liked to chew whenever he was nervous, but to you that was home and you reveled in this.

Stepping out into the hallway and to the kitchen, you stared out to the city with a frown on your face. They should have been back already, but so far, there was no sign of the quinjet. You hadn’t gone to this mission because of your bruised ankle, everyone had thought it was best you stay behind and recuperate. Even though you had initially disagreed with them, you eventually gave in to their pressure and stayed behind, glad you had done so. A week alone had done wonders to help relax you and your ankle was almost back to normal.

The only bad thing about this arrangement was that Bucky was not around. And you missed him a great deal. Enough to have you both Skyping every night and staying online until one of the others grabbed the phone from Bucky and demand he sleep, that his giggles and whispers to you kept everyone else in the room awake.

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EXCLUSIVE:  LEAKED FOOTAGE OF THE MISSY/SIMM!MASTER INTRODUCTION IN WORLD ENOUGH AND TIME!  HOW DOES MOFFAT DO IT?

Some things to remember about the scene where Eren defends Mikasa: 

1- Eren was aware of how delicate his situation was and kept quiet no matter how bad the things that were thrown at him (“monster” “it’s better to kill him” “experiment on him and then dispose of him”), but it was impossible for him to keep silent seeing them throwing accusations at Mikasa. 

2- Eren’s language when he screams “NO!” was very informal, which counts as something very disrespectful and unfavorable coming from someone in his situation, throughout the entire court Eren kept a formal speech until they brought up Mikasa and persisted enough for him to lose it and not care anymore (when he calms down after that he rectifies by using a more respectful term, but point still stands) 

3- Eren sure had things to say to the people present there from the start, but it wasn’t until they brought up Mikasa into it that he couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to let them hear what he had to say which resulted in him getting his ass kicked by captain smurf

4- “I may be a monster”,  he says this not caring about the dangerous consequences it entails, just as long as it keeps Mikasa off the hook 

5- I mean

BOI ! 

@betaruga to be honest, the age on Tumblr has been, well, aging, for 7 years. Lots of late 20s/30s somethings are on here now.  Nerd culture doesn’t just die, dude :)

Right?! There’s so many of us who are 25+  yet the common assumption is that we’re all under 23 because nerd culture tends to be associated with a younger demographic and once we hit our 20s we’re expected to grow out of it and it’s like, nope, we nerdin’ till we die. 

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I want to honor you because you are so much than just characters.

As a writer I understand how much a character means and how much life they have. And as a fan I feel that life, I believe you are as real as I am, that’s why I mourned your death and that’s why I smile at the same things you did and laugh at the same things you did. That’s why I loved you.

The good thing about you is that we can repeat every little thing and watch you over and over again be happy and keep that scene as our last memory of yours.

I believe you are still alive somewhere, looking at the people you love from above, laughing together, sharing stories, waiting for those you left behind.

I like to think that, I don’t know.

Impossible

Credence Barebone x Reader

Rain fell fiercely, soaking the poor souls that passed by the dark streets in a hurry to just get home after a hard day of work.

His quiet, though watchful eyes stared at the people from above, blurred little ants that ran to escape the heavy water drops, same ones that hit against the thick window he stood by. His cheap hotel room was simple as himself; gray walls, lack of furniture and small bathroom with a tub that barely had space for his form.

He was a ticking bomb, but in his loneliness, he covertly learned how to control it.

He was out of radar and living in the shadows, gladly managing to escape Grindelwald’s grip. For all he knew, everyone in New York thought he was dead. At least he liked to think that way; deep inside he still had the feeling that the wizard knew about his whereabouts and that paranoid feeling of being watched never really faded away. Boston seemed like a good place to live, so far.

It was all going smoothly. No one minded him. He got a plain job and no one asked him questions, no one cared about where he was from, no one seemed to give him a second glance. It was much like New York itself…

… Until he met you.

You came along, pierced his heart and made yourself at home without any permission.

You were the woman who crashed into his life uninvited and ruined everything he worked so hard to sustain. Now it seemed as if to stop thinking about you, as simple as it sounded, was an impossible task. Your voice, your laugh, the way you would batter your eyelashes at him and blush whenever he looked at you the right way… Or was it wrong way? He did not even know.

Credence did not have a clue. He had never felt that way before.

He closed his eyes and sighed. It was not like him. What was happening?

All his life, Credence was deprived of love and affection. The closest he felt to cared about was when Tina saved him from his mother and when Mr. Scamander tried to help him, but that was a decade ago or more. He lost count.

These people were in the past, a past he wished to leave behind at all costs.

He did not need love. He was fine without it.

He could not trust anyone but himself.

So why did you insist on showing up? Or why was it that he often found himself inside the doors of the fancy club you sang at? Why did you want to destroy the walls he worked so hard to build back after feeling so betrayed by Mr. Graves, or whoever he thought was him?

He needed to let it go, to let you go.

He could not let you in. It had to stop.

He had to forget about you. He needed to push the thought of you away.


You did not know how long you spent looking at the same spot of the adorned mirror that reflected your exhausted complexion.

You saw him.

He did not notice you at all.

You could not stop the ironic chuckle that escaped your throat.

Since you turned sixteen… All those years you spent taking advantage of your stunning beauty, using men, making the rich give you all kinds of jewelry and luxurious gowns, shoes, taking you to the most expensive parties and clubs… You were charming, owner of a powerful and lovely voice, not to mention an actress of undeniable talent.

It was useless with him, though.

He simply did not see you.

You would get on stage with eyes that looked out for him and him only. Rare times, he would be there. In those days, it was as if the show was performed only for him. Nobody else existed in the crowd and still, every time your eyes met, he looked away, taking a nonchalant sip of whatever beverage he always had, his free hand inside his pocket, as if you were just a cheap act, as if you meant nothing.

You sighed, staring at your reflection once more, putting on a fake smile, the one that got you through every night.

How cruel life could be.


Months passed since you had last seen him.

It was crazy, you knew. A lady should not be doing this, but then again… Could you really be considered a lady? Who were you? You had no idea. Only thing you knew was that you always got what you wanted and right then, there was only one thing you wanted…

Him.

You were used to not seeing him for days, but he would show up at least once a week. Never gone for weeks, months! It was absurd! It was outrageous!

It was driving you insane.

You needed your dose of him and you had enough of the abstinence.

You knew you should not be doing what you were about to, but you felt crazed and acted as such. When you think you have nothing to lose, you are inclined to throw caution and common sense to the wind.

Footsteps were heard, louder and louder. Your heart raced. Was it he? You had second thoughts; biting one of your perfectly polished nails, you thought that if it was not him, maybe you should just leave and forget about this madness.

As the doorknob turned, though, you knew it was too late to go back.

After torturing minute of silence, you heard the door slide open. The pale moonlight lit up his face in the darkness as he moved.

You stared at him from across the room. As soon as his eyes fell upon you, he paused, a flash of shock showing through his stare.

You observed patiently, making no sound. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he took off his coat, let it hung up by the door, finally looking at you once more, and then out of his window. You leaned against his wall, staring at his ethereal complexion touched by the blueish rays of light.

“What are you doing in my room?” His deep, now steadier voice inquired, so cold and distant.

You knew you should feel discouraged by his words. You should be embarrassed. You probably should apologize and leave; you had intruded his place – it took you no more than a charming smile to the gatekeeper, an autograph and it was all needed to have his keys and a permit to get inside the building.You were out of line and you knew it.

You did not care, though.

You needed your dose of him. You wanted to look at him; you thought it would be enough to satisfy your heart.

Big mistake.

“I had to see you.” You stated, your enchanting voice faltering just slightly.

He hesitated. You watched the clash of feelings inside his eyes, but it was not long until that blank, expressionless look was back on his face.

He waited for you to speak, but no more words came. He closed his eyes, a hand running through his now disheveled, short but messy hair.

He had to push you away.

“Very well. You saw me. Please leave, now.”

Again, no words came from you. He took a deep breath. You were too persistent and he did not have the will to waste time with all of it. He was not like the men he thought you clung to. What did you want from him?

“Please do not let me ask you again.” Credence pressed on, noticing your coat and picking it up as if to give you a clue he was serious about it, opening the door and looking at his feet, waiting for you to move.

“Alright.” You whispered, sighing. Walking towards the door where he stood, you watched as he held out your coat for you to take, not even lifting his eyes to spare you one last glance.

It hurt. It hurt terribly and you fought the urge to press your hand to your heart.

“Y/N.” You spoke, so close that he could feel the lovely scent that came from your hair and clothes. It was somehow intoxicating.

He hesitated again. He should not care about it. He did not ask your name. In fact, he knew it from the many posters around town, posters that announced your shows, always showing your beautiful smiles and poses.

“Credence.” He murmured, his voice hoarse, raw.

Your heart skipped a thousand beats in one spare second.

It happened too fast… Before he could anticipate it, your hand reached out and touched his cheek tenderly. He hastily took a step back, as if you had burned him. You gasped softly, alarmed, recoiling and trying hard to ignore the sharp stab that assaulted your heart once more.

“Please leave, get out. Now! Get out!” His voice was louder and desperate.

You did not think twice and nodded nervously, storming out of the small apartment, tears streaming down your face as you hurried down stairs, walking out the building and running as fast as your heels allowed, the cold heavy rain striking every part of your body.

Credence breathed heavily, horrified. He stared at the opened door after a moment; his own heartbeats were painful inside his chest.

You probably hated him now.

It was probably for the good, as well.

So why did he feel so… Wrong?

He was about to run a hand through his hair again, but was stopped as he realized he was still holding your coat. He sighed, helplessly. He lived in a distant part of the town. It was a fact you had to cross a long way to reach him. Now you were out in the freezing rain in that ridiculously thin dress, most likely soaked to the bone. With no coat.

He grabbed his own coat and followed your steps the best he could. Luckily, your high, expensive and now ruined heels prevented you from going very far.

“Y/N!” He tried, calling out for you.

Your heart almost stopped, but you forced yourself to ignore his voice, walking faster instead.

Credence frowned, irritated. He definitely was not used to this. Where all people this confusing or was it only this woman?

Finally catching up, he hesitated before closing his hand around your slim arm and pulling you to a halt, accidentally making you spin and crash against his chest.

“Sorry, I…” He stared, blushing lightly.

“No, please save it.” You cut him, shakily. Your tears streamed down with the rain, ruining your make up. “You were in your right, I was completely out of line and I do apologize. Now, if you will excuse me.” You bowed shortly before turning around again to leave.

You did not go far, though, for he still had his soft, although firm grip on your arm.

“What?” You hissed, annoyed, feeling utterly humiliated and broken.

“You forgot this.” He stated, both now soaked from head to toe.

You looked at him and then at his hand, spotting your then ruined coat.

You blinked a couple of times, feeling a new wave of shame washing through… And laughed bitterly.

“Of course! Why, thank you, kind sir!” You exclaimed, feeling ridiculous. “And here was I, thinking you actually had come after me, that you were worried. No! You just wanted to return me a spoiled coat!”

He frowned. “I think the only spoiled thing here is you, miss.”

His words felt like a slap on your face. You tugged your arm free. “It was a mistake. I should never have come after you.” You spat, as a wounded animal, walking away again.

Credence had no idea why watching you go made him feel so lost.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted, frustrated.

You stopped as soon as you heard him; all your feelings needed an escape or else you would burst. What did you want from him? Did you hear him right?

All right then.

Turning around, you walked to him with determined steps, a look of pure anger in your face and he braced himself, sure that you would smack him or anything of the sort.

Stopping right in front of him, your delicate hands grasped fistfuls of his white shirt and you pulled him to a bruising, harsh kiss.

Suddenly the world stopped spinning and all sounds ceased for Credence. The cold rain had no effect against the burning fever your lips inflicted to him. Slowly and instinctively, his hands rested around you, still uncertain. One kiss followed the other, until you were both out of breath and broke apart, noticing people had started to give you disapproving looks due to the public display of affection.

“I have no money. No possessions. I am a no one.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“I don’t care.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder.

He flinched lightly with the new contact. “I am not… I am not normal. I am not… safe. You do not understand.”

You lifted your head just enough to whisper in his ear. “I don’t care, Credence.” You sighed and the action brought shivers down his entire body. “Let me in.”

“I cannot. Please, I cannot.” He pleaded.

“What about what I want?” You pulled away, your hands still on his shirt. “Let me in… Credence, please!”

“I will never make you happy. There are so many secrets… Just please leave. Forget me.”

“How can I forget you… No, Credence. Please… Let me cherish you, love you and we will both be happy! You can make me happy! I care not about the money… And… And if you say you are dangerous… Is there people after you? I do not mind, we can go anywhere… P-Please!” You found yourself in despair without any clue of why. You felt him slipping away and for some reason, it broke your heart. Why could that be? When you knew so little about him?

Love? He only realized the importance of those words when they left your mouth, but it could not be helped. You had no idea of what he was. He was sure you would think differently if you ever found out.

He sighed, his hands trembling as he gently loosened your grip on him. His dark eyes found yours again and he handed you the coat, stepping away.

“Thank you…” He started, taking another step backwards. “Do not look for me anymore.” He said with a sad, almost imperceptible smile on his face. “Forget about me, Y/N. I am not who you think I am. Stay away from me.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you behind.

You stood in the rain, watching until he was out of sight. You felt as if he had stabbed your heart and left you there, to bleed.

It was over.

It was over before it had even begun.

Search the Galaxy Ch.1

“Twenty one. You have until your twenty first birthday to find your mate. If you haven’t found him by then you come back to me. Not a minute after twelve. When that clock runs out you either come back here with a mate or you’re mine. That’s the deal woman. You don’t find a mate and you don’t come back I will kill every last man, woman and child in your pack you understand me?” Ekon said with venom in his voice.

Looking at the male you couldn’t help but whimper. Ekon was a alpha male. He was strong and terrifying to say the least. His pack lived far away from yours and were much more malicious than your own people. The two packs had never gotten along but your fathers had made a treaty with one another. Now your father was dead and the councils had suggested a union between you and Ekon to unite the packs. Ekon had been all for the deal, after all the chance to add more men to his army and claim an omega was a great deal. You on the other hand had not been one for the deal. You did not love Ekon. He was cruel and cold. No, you desired to find your true mate like all others of your world. So far you had not found anyone that called out for your heart. Many said it would never happen for you were not a pure blood of your race but a half breed. Your Father a strong and proud alpha male had taken a terran for a mate. Your mother was caring and thoughtful of all others no matter how much everyone seemed to dislike her. She and your father had raised you to be like them, even if you were a mere omega your father had raised you to help lead your people. Growing up you watched as your friends found their true mates and settled down, some of them even starting families of their own. It was all you wanted to have that bond with another. To feel loved and connected but it had yet to come. When your father and mother had died they had told you that he was out there somewhere, waiting for you. 

Meeting Ekon’s glare you nodded and saw him snarl. Holding your ground you watched as he let out a growl before turning on heel and walking out of the council room with the other members from his pack. Feeling someone touch your should you jumped and looked behind you to see your uncle. He was a beta and looked much like your father. Seeing him give you a reassuring smile you returned it.

Everything was ready. You had a small ship with everything you would need in the time you would be gone. Letting out a shaky breath you saw as your aunt came up to you and wrapped her arms around your neck. One after another each of your close friends said their goodbyes. When it came time for your cousin he handed you a pocket watch. Opening the gold watch you looked to see it counting down and closed your eyes. one year, four months, six days and thirteen hours.

“What if I don’t find him? What if I have to marry Ekon?” you said as tears began rolling down your cheeks. 

“you will find him y/n. Just relax and don’t bite your nails.” Your cousin joked with a reassuring smile. With one last hug from your most dearest friend you got aboard the ship and started it. Looking out the front glass you saw your whole pack watching as you pulled back on the thrusters and took off. You felt a pain in your heart as you watched your home become further and further away.

It seemed to take a lifetime before you reached another port. Looking down at your watch you popped it open, ‘zero year, seven months, zero days and fifteen minutes. Letting out a sigh you grabbed your bag and put it on your back, tucking the knife that had been in your family for generations into your waistband. Getting off the ship you looked around at the small planet. Walking around you saw many people of different races walking around. None seemed to pay you much mind as you wondered around. Seeing what looked to be a pub up ahead you went towards it ready to get anything to eat. 

Making your way to a booth you kept your hood pulled up as your eyes scanned the pub. Being an omega your father had made sure to teach you to always keep a look out for danger. When a waitress came over to take your order you smiled but saw her just look at you like she was annoyed. Biting your lip you quickly told her what you wanted and watched as she walked away. While waiting for your food you watched the people around you, looking for any male that may call out for you. When your eyes landed on a small group in the corner you couldn’t help but smile at the odd looking group. A woman with green skin and black hair. A man with pale skin and curly brown hair. A grey man with red etching on his skin. A small animal looking creature and a tiny looking tree. They all seemed to talk about this and that as they ate their food. Before long your own food was sat in front of you and you gave the waitress a small thank you only for her to hold a pad out. 

“Right sorry.” You mumbled as you scanned your card, paying for your meal. As soon as the transaction was through she went to walk away “Thank you. Have a nice day.” you said softly and watched as she turned back to you with a shocked expression.

“You too.” she said before turning to go back to work.

Eating your food you looked over a map, trying to decide where to go next. When you heard yelling you looked over and placed your hand on the hilt of your knife. Seeing the people from earlier standing you noticed another group of people holding up guns to them. Your heart felt as if it was going to beat out of your chest. Before anyone could move the two groups were fighting. Ducking down under your table you watched as people ran around the pub. The sound of gun fire made you jump and you looked to see the little tree dodging as a man with red skin and many arms tried to stomp on him. Knotting your brows you jumped out form under your table and ran over to the man. 

“Hey leave him alone.” you yelled, shoving him away. 

When the red male turned around he snarled at you with sharp teeth. You couldn’t help from tensing at first but when you looked down to see the little tree hiding behind your leg you matched his glare and gave a small growl. Taking your knife from your belt you waited for him to attack. Seeing him go to attack you you readied yourself but a gun shot made the male fall to the ground in front of you. Looking down with wide eyes you looked over to where the gun shot had come from and saw the pale male from earlier coming towards you. The rest of the opposing group layed around the pub while he and his started towards you. Coming to stand in front of you he looked at your boot to see Groot beside it. 

“You saved our friend, thank you.” he said. “My name is Peter Quill. This is Gamora, Drax, Rocket and that’s Groot.” Quill said as he pointed out each of the people around him. They all looked you over, making sure you were not a threat.

“Well I wasn’t about to watch him get killed. My name is y/n, y/n l/n. Nice to meet you.” you said giving them a soft smile. Bending down you held out your hand for the tree, Groot to hop in it. When he did you smiled and carefully handed him over to Quill. “If it’s not to much and you don’t mind me asking what race are all of you?” You asked looking down in hopes they would not think ill of you. 

Knotting his brows Quill looked to the others and saw Drax crossing his arms over his chest. “Why do you need to know that?” he asked.

“I’m sorry it’s just well I’m looking for someone and now that I know it can be none of you I would like to cross you off my list.” you said pulling out your map and looking over it. There were only a handful of races in the galaxy that had the Alpha, beta or omega trait and only one of them could be your mate.

Seeing the map Gamora knotted her brows, it was an odd map, showing all the planets known. Looking back to the girl she saw her to be looking down at it and glanced at Peter. “He is a terran, I am a Zehoberei and Drax is from a race of primitives.” She told the girl and watched as she typed in the races in her map before some more of the planets turned red. Going to talk she was interrupted by the y/n talking.

“Thank you. I have to be going now.” you said with a smile before grabbing your bag and making your way out of the pub. Getting to your ship you looked up from your map to see a bunch of people around your ship, “Hey…NO! That’s my ship…please!” you yelled and ran towards it when you realized that they were in fact trying to steal it. Pulling one of the men away from it he quickly shoved you off of him making you land hard on the ground. Letting out a cry you looked down to see your knife had cut open your stomach some when you fell. Holding your hand over the bleeding wound you looked up to see the bandits open the door to your ship and get inside. Stumbling to your feet you tried to stop them, “NO! STOP PLEASE!” you yelled when the engine started. Seeing it lift off the ground you hit against the side of the ship and felt tears roll down your cheeks.

After their little encounter with the girl named y/n Quill had become worried about her knowing their races. It was strange to say the least and it made him nervous. Convincing everyone that they at least needed to find out why she was looking for said person they followed after her. Getting to the ports Peter had heard screaming and looked to see y/n yelling for someone to stop. When the ship she was hitting took off he watched as the girl dropped to her knees and began to cry. Looking to Gamora he saw pity on the woman’s face and led the way over to the crying girl. “Hey um y/n what’s wrong?” he asked in as gentle voice as he could.

Moving your hands from your face you say the people from earlier standing above you. “My ship. They stole my ship.” you cried, looking up at where your ship had been.

Quill knotted his brows at the rest of the group before looking back down at the girl they had just met. She seemed so innocent and kind and he felt bad for her. Biting his lower lip he thought for a moment. “Do you know they identification number for it, I may know a guy that could help us find it. He won’t do it for free though.” Quill said and saw as her tear filled eyes met his.

“I would pay handsomely for it’s return. It was my fathers.” you told the man. 

“y/n are you okay? You’re bleeding.” Gamora said when she noticed the girl’s hand on her stomach was covered in blood.

Looking down you pulled away your hand and saw it was covered in red. “My knife just knicked me when the thief shoved me is all.” you said but saw Quill’s look concerned. 

“Well how about you come with us for a little while until we can find your ship.” Quill said not wanting to leave a small woman such as y/n injured and ready for anyone to take advantage of. He saw her look hesitant at first but with a sincere smile she gave a small nod and took his hand.

Letting Quill and the others take you to their ship you made sure to keep your wits about you. Although these people seemed nice you knew all to well how easy it would be for them to sell you on the illegal market. Omegas went for a pretty high price, especially ones that were unclaimed like you. Arriving at their ship you looked around and saw no cages or anything they would be able to lock you in. Gamora had led you to a chair and you watched as Drax laid your bag beside your feet. “Thank you.” you said and saw him nod. 

While Gamora patched Y/n up Quill had managed to get them off the planet and into space. Turning on his transmitter he waited for an answer.

“Whatcha want boy?” Yondu’s voice rang.

Explaining to him the situation he gave Yondu the ID number of the ship and told him what it looked like, “It’s a small shuttle, blue…you know like you.” Quill chuckled and heard Yondu growl. “She says she will pay good for it to be returned." 

"Fine. I thought I taught yous better than ta fall fur damsels in distress.” Yondu said.

“She needs help Yondu, I don’t know there is just something about her. Something different.” Quill said and heard Yondu sigh.

“Yea yea. Just make sure she got that money ready.” Yondu said before hanging up.

Originally posted by marveldaily

Im literally so protective of bullied children like listen Billy i dont care if youre nine i will punt you across the football field you talk to Sarah like that again

MAGI 349 Full Spoiler Translation.

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Jump.Netabare’s texts ^^

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UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the in word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) ^^

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Narration:

The Battle to decide the fate of the world… There is something abnormal in Alibaba’s bright idea?

* On the left side of the page it says: volume 33 now on sale! ( i already have my copy, i love the vepar!sin back cover)

Sinbad’s Thoughts: What’s your plan, Alibaba-kun?

Alibaba: With my “great magic that connect dimensions” I will take down both the vertical and horizontal walls of the world.

Arba: In other words, will that be the abolition of God’s multilayered structure and the complete integration of the Rukh?

Aladdin: Doing both never came to my mind.

Alibaba: really?

Sinbad: ….

Night 349 “Involved Human Beings”

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