#much of MIDA is here

[sunskate]

Isabella Flores with her new partner competing against Dmitry Tsarevski, her former partner who disappeared on her suddenly, who is now skating with Katarina Wolfkostin. and surprise, Katarina’s previous partner Jeffrey Chen moved back down to junior to compete with his new partner, Yahli Pederson, who til now has been a solo dancer?

pretty stacked field especially in juniors- USFS using this competition in part to determine JGP assignments

Jonathan Rogers with a new partner as well

[willbee-1]

So, Fable smp Gen loss au, you guys know a lottle bit about who is who and most of these are about the role of "Quixis" (and for the moment, Quixis is currently Midas)

-when becoming Quixis, upon first control, your memories are wipped and you are given new ones, so only what the company wants to tell you, which is basically you are the new mascot and your job is to watch over everything

-upon coming out, you get everything back, all memories as well as the ones from being controlled, (so when ⟟ say Midas is going through the horrors constantly, ⟟ mean they know everything all of the time :)

-if "Quixis" tries to tell anyone of what they know (bc they know everything) there's like- this mental block that won't let them tell people

-this in turn leads to 90% of the time "Quixis" staying where they are when they have to watch over shows

Now, ⟟ also have some fun Icky/Icarixis ones bc they're also very funky :D (also bc guess who becomes the next 'Quixis')

-Icarus doesn't fully remember that Rae is their broter, after being put into the position of Quixis, Fable tried erasing that memory but couldn't fully

-this left to when Icarus is in control of themselves, they know they have a broter, Rae feels familiar but they can't place why

-Icky yelled at Fable after they were out of control, bc he left when they were kids and now the only time they see him, he had the nerve to pull them into whatever bs this is

-Fable then manipulates them ab it-

-Icarixis goes through memories when Rae has to rewatch them (Rae is currently in like ⏃ void-) so wherever they see themselves, it's almost like- them bit washed out and weird

And that's what I've got atm :D ⟟ hold my silly au in my handssss

[m1d-45]

on a scale of 1 to 10 — 1 being the least and 10 being the most — how confident are you in surviving an imposter sagau situation?

short answer: i, a non-native in terrain i’ve only ever navigated with 1) a glider 2) no fear of death 3) via a vessel 4) with a map, against various well trained armies, all hellbent on killing me? you’re funny.

now, the long answer…

the long answer, of course, depends on your preferred brand of isekai, as well as the various traits within that. i will… attempt at brevity, but cannot make promises. oh, and there’s no particular order to this list.

1) blood. i myself am more inclined to blue over gold, but that doesn’t matter for this topic. what does matter is if its present and if it manifests immediately.

2) teyvat. is the earth on my side? do the plants and animals know it’s me, or do i need to ‘prove’ it? does it resent me for whatever reason? what’s it’s level of influence (which sounds dumb, but do i have the power of earthquakes and storms or just a few animal helpers?)

3) the imposter situation itself. is there a physical imposter already there,and if so what’s their level of influence? origin? i’d rather go against a wayward traveller than celestia’s puppet. do they have powers? how does teyvat react to them, if at all?

4) speaking of, celestia. are they on my side, the fake’s(if there is one), or staying neutral? what brand of sagau are we even using here? i know i made a post about my version of sagau lore, but one of the key changes since then was celestia. what version of lore are we following?

5) teyvat’s people, emphasis on vision wielders. do they have that subconscious Know? do their visions act up? how do the people overall feel about the one on the throne, if there is one? if there isn’t, is celestia involved in their opinions somehow? what about the traveller, or my vessels?

6) my influence. what can i do? do i have creator abilities, and if so do they take time/some other cue to manifest? is it something i train, or just Click one day? what level? is it an element by element basis, like the traveller, or does that not apply to me? do i have an inventory? if so, can i access the character menus? the map? waypoints? can i move my party, still? do statues of the seven heal me, does food heal me, how do hillichurls and various abyssal beings react to me? ancient gods, such as rhodea (i spelled that wrong) or dvalin or that fucker in the sea outside liyue (yeah i. forgot his name) or azhdaha or yo(u?)kai, if i’m in inazuma? where are we in the in-game lore, by the way?

7) teyvat, again, but this time in terms of biology. i have a few headcanons about teyvat, notably that their gravity is lesser (less fall damage), weather less severe (global warming), and is overall much more temperate/cooler/less humid (global warmingx2 and also just a touch of idealism), so do these apply? this ties into the other points about teyvat, i guess: does the earth let me get cold? can i just shelter in dragonspine?

8) plot armor, for lack of better phrasing. will teyvat let me die? oh, and do i get timeloop’d, or kicked back to my world? do i die, go to my world, then go back to teyvat when i sleep/next log on/whatever? again, tying into other points about teyvat, but will it protect me from death? is my skin like impenetrable or something, or whoops, god is dead, sorry. if i revive in teyvat, is it like that one recent piece i did where the earth moves me? what happens when (if?) i die? does teyvat take revenge?

the long answer… is that it depends.

[piepiepiemag]

any time someone likes my first midas art a part of my soul dies. funny concept, truly ugly ass execution. that hair haunts my dreams. i guess i’m glad that in this 6 month long brainrot hell ride i at least managed learn how to draw gear’s hair semi competently. regular midas im still practicing but one day!! moral of the story stop sto stop STOP STIP STOP STOP

[arolesbianism]

Quick Loonie drawing I did while fucking around with new brushes

(Loonie uses it/it’s)

[honeypine-the-parrot]

Star Wars AU? Now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time...

Hey happy May 4th may the 4th be with you and all that remember when I posted about Anakin being Icarus coded well due to the occasion I decided im going to yap about it cause im actually really normal

Basically im going to be a nerd and talk about two of my hyper-fixations (Fable and Star Wars) under the cut

So so so

My friend was so correct in making the comment about Icarus being Anakin coded. Because oh they so are. The need for approval, the need to feel important and do something wrong with the excuse in their head of doing it to protect the people they love- it’s so Icarus coded.

If I was to make a proper Star Wars AU, I’d probably use the original trilogy-

Luke is Icarus so I can do the hey Fable is your dad and they’re tempted by the dark side and also in the sequels they can just fuck off to the middle of nowhere and that’s basically Icarixis.

Then Leia is so Rae coded regardless- prince being adopted by like Enderian or something and falling in love with rugged scoundrel guy (me too) who would most likely be Caspian.

Dare I say Athena and Jamie are R2D2 and C-3PO coded? Because they are.

Also hey looks at Star Wars rebels Hera and Kanan are very coded to like multiple people but dare I say Wolftross.

But that’s just me assigning characters. I could literally just write fable in a Star Wars universe and I could give so so much lore on that.

Like yes Icarus is extremely Sith coded. Rae is very Jedi coded. Athena is Ahsoka Tano coded. They’re a gray Jedi. Listen to mee.

The different species. Rae being a Jedi and having to struggle with the fact that he’s falling in love with not just one but 3 people. I could make a whole arc about that. Or also balancing being a prince and political figure (Padme Amidala and Leia style)

Icarus turning to the Dark Side because their father is turning them in that direction.

Athena would have a whole arc of finding out their connection to the force. If I run with the Ahsoka Tano coding, I stare at the S1 training arc. With Dark side corrupt Icarus. Anyways.

Or- If I’m focusing on Icarus (which, when am I not-), I could to multiple ways.

One- They have no connection to the force. Like, how, in Fable they don’t have a connection to the creation powers.

Two- Their emotion causes a rift between them and their connection to the force. Anakin coding of their driven by their emotion and that results in their connection to the dark side.

Three- Taking the above but running with their connection to Midas over Fable. (Midas would be a grey Jedi, they conceal their identity and train orphaned or wayward kids who have a connection to the force. They would be able to see Icarus’s Midochlorian count and see that it would be high enough for them to have a connection with the force, but due to their emotion and lack of proper training they can’t control it yet. Maybe Midas trains them.

Centross and Wolf give me Smuggler vibes. Maybe they’re force sensitive, maybe they aren’t. But also- smuggler Centross and Jedi Icarus would just be kind of silly. He’d be good at it too.

Or- Smuggler Fenris and Bounty Hunter Centross. Because- self explanatory. Violet Reaper being a Mandalorian or something sounds so neat. I could design the Mandalorian armor right now- actually. I might draw that later.

There’s also the thing of former soldiers, and I could go in depth on various eras of war in Star Wars but I think it would suffice to say that Fenris is like- either former clone general or former Storm Trooper general. (Leaning towards storm trooper but it just depends on the era this would take place in. If I go for clones Icarus is so clone coded. But I digress.)

Caspian also is giving smuggler vibes, and I could see Him, Aax, and Rae traveling together on a ship. Maybe they pick up the others along the way. (Something something the Lodestar and they smuggle people for the rebellion and just do general smuggling jobs as well as shipment jobs)

Anyways I need to stop so I don’t keep yapping. I could go on. Maybe I should write a Star Wars AU at this rate. Who knows maybe I will.

(Thanks for reading this far I hope you enjoy the rest of your scrolling and things have good timezone)

[intuitively-her]

You are so gorgeous/handsome, and you look very put together.😍 People know that they gotta come correct if they want to come towards you. You're a charmer. You might unintentionally flirt with people a lot. You're a HUGE lover girl/boy. Your hugs are the best. And you could be a gift-giver as well. I'm getting family vibes here. You seem to be detached and in your own world most of the time. You have this mysterious vibe to you. You don't give too much of yourself away at once. You like to take risks and can be a wildcard at times. This is really admired by others. You're the fun friend in your group. Your energy reminds me of Maddy Perez and Nikki from save the last dance. I’m also channeling Santana from glee lol. You could be very popular. Someone here is in a leadership position. Sports team captain? You lead with logic and practicality. Someone here likes to debate with others. This is my argumentative pile. King of swords energy. You're veryyy disciplined when it comes to your work. Literally nothing or no one could knock you off balance. And you've literally worked to bring your manifestations to life. You're that girl/guy because you remain strong even through your darkest times. You always stay committed to yourself. You remain hard on the outside, but soft n gooey on the inside.🥰

Extra confirmation: Famous, Mean girl, Younger woman, Elusive, Intoxicating, Bitchy, Stuck-up, Sarcastic, Apathetic, Smart ass, Beautiful, Sexy Voice, Friendly, Co-worker, Side chick/side man

Channeled songs: Try again by Aaliyah and Antidote by Travis Scott

Things always seem to work out for you no matter what. Some people view you as a "good luck charm" lol. It's like you have the Midas touch or something. You're very strategic with your plans. Smart, sexy, and independent. You have a very balanced and precise mindset. People could never really cross you. You're always 10 steps ahead. Your energy reminds me of TheWizardLiz. This is my workaholic pile. You've built everything that you have from the ground up. Magician energy. You're a master manifestor.⭐ Your fairness is very admired. You're not afraid to speak up for what you believe in. You could give great advice as well. You have such a light energy! You have a very open and honest personality. You might be a social butterfly. You live more of luxurious lifestyle. I heard "livin like larry"😂. You could have a really nice car. Someone here has beautiful long legs. For someone specific here, you are that girl/guy because you didn't allow a heartbreak to change you. You stayed strong and compassionate.

Extra confirmation: Competitive, Obsessive, Impulsive, Pretty skin/skin tone, Liar, Charming, Player, Dark-skin, Boss, Confident, Humble, Big butt, Trustworthy, Mixed signals

Channeled songs: Act up by City girls and Independent women pt.1 by Destiny's child

You've fought hard to get to the position that you're in today. The luxuries that you have did not come easy. I'm channeling the movies "The pursuit of happiness" and "The Wolf of Wall Street". You may have struggled a bit growing up. But you didn't let that define you. It took a lot of commitment to get where you are today. Someone here could work with stocks. I heard "business mogul". You like to remain optimistic and keep your options open. You're very kindhearted and uplifting to others. You are such a giver. Many people would consider you a "girls girl". Heavy water sign energy. People know that they can count on you for a good time. You have a very bold and confident personality. You walk into rooms like you own the place. Star energy. You're the kim k in your family/friend group lol. A lot of strangers assume that you're famous or some type of influencer. Someone here could wear afro-centric hairstyles.

Extra confirmation: Wifey energy, Trustworthy, Feline eyes, Introvert, Pretty eyes, Eccentric, One night stand, Younger woman, Charming, Cheater, Egotistical, Sister, Intoxicating, Funny

Channeled songs: P power by Gunna and Wife at home by Bryson Tiller

*ONLY TAKE WHAT RESONATES*

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*Credits to @anitalenia and @sultryana for the text dividers🩷*

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[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

HELLOOO first off love your writing and how you write the characters!

I don't know if you requests are open or not, if they aren't then just ignore this

Can you please do a reaction of whoever you want in stray kids being used to dating gold diggers they usually pay for everything and when they don't their s/o would get mad

So when they cancel your date to a very fancy restaurant because they were sick they expected you to be mad but instead you came to his house made him soup and took care of them the whole time :))))

Plus points if they're touch starved and love having you physically babying them and play with their hair

Midas Touch | Seungmin

Seungmin x gn!reader

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Seungmin wasn’t sure what to expect when he sent the text.

He stared at his phone, the screen glowing with your contact, hesitation gnawing at him. Cancelling plans was never easy, but it was particularly hard when he thought about your excitement for tonight’s dinner. He could still remember the way your eyes lit up when he mentioned the reservation at that fancy restaurant downtown- a place he was far too familiar with, thanks to his past relationships.

Those relationships had been…transactional, to say the least. Each time, Seungmin found himself with people who seemed more interested in what he could give them than who he truly was. The constant gift-giving, the endless high-end dates- it was what they expected. And when he couldn’t provide it, when life happened and plans were cancelled, it always led to the same disappointed reaction.

The expectations weighed on him, but with you? He wasn’t sure what to expect. Would you be upset like the others?

With a sigh, he hit send:

I’m sorry, I have to cancel dinner tonight. I’m not feeling well.

He pressed his phone to his chest, his free hand tapping on his knee lightly while waiting for the inevitable “Oh, really? Can’t you just power through?” or the disappointed silence that followed whenever he wasn’t able to meet those expectations.

But your response came much quicker than anticipated.

Oh no, poor thing! I’m coming over, sit tight <3 !!

His brow furrowed as he re-read your message. You were coming over? No protest, no irritation at the lost reservation? He blinked at his phone, almost unable to believe it. The kind of reaction he was so used to- the irritation, the sigh of inconvenience -it didn’t come like he expected.

An hour later, there was a soft knock on his door, and when he opened it, there you were, holding a bag that smelled like fresh soup. Your face was laced with concern, your nose red from the harsh cold as your eyes scanning him over like you were already assessing his health.

"Y/N, you didn’t have to come all the way here," Seungmin murmured, already feeling a little guilty for dragging you into this. His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat.

But you just gave him a soft smile and stepped inside. "Of course I did. You’re sick, Seungmin. Who else is going to take care of you otherwise?"

That simple question left him speechless.

He wasn’t used to someone wanting to take care of him- he was used to being the one who was expected to provide, to look after others. He watched as you took off your coat, making yourself comfortable in his space without a second thought, moving toward his kitchen like it was second nature to you.

For the next few hours, he watched in disbelief as you fussed over him. You made sure he drank water, helped him eat the soup you'd brought, and even tidied up his apartment a little, though it wasn’t necessary since he was a clean man. And each time you checked on him, each time you brushed your hand over his forehead to feel for a fever, or when you gently ruffled his hair, something inside him sparked- or rather melted.

It was strange, this feeling of being cared for. He realized how touch-starved he truly was, how much he craved this kind of closeness without even knowing it.

How much he actually loved it when it came from you- as he hated it from others.

Every time your fingers skimmed his hair, he felt a warmth that had nothing to do with his fever. When you tucked him in on the couch, playfully patting his arm and settling beside him, he leaned into your touch without even thinking about it.

And that’s when the weight of it all hit him- the difference between you and everyone else who had been in his life before.

He’d always thought his value was in what he could give, how much he could provide. But with you, it wasn’t about that. It never had been.

Seungmin’s thoughts drifted to the legend of King Midas- the man whose touch turned everything into gold. For Midas, his gift had become a curse; no matter what he touched, it lost its warmth, its life. He realized he had been living like that -surrounded by gold, by riches and luxury, but none of it held meaning.

But you…you weren’t like that.

You weren’t interested in the gold, in the material things he could give. You were interested in him. Your touch wasn’t a curse; it was warmth, real and alive. It brought him back to life in a way that no extravagant date ever could.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Seungmin’s voice came out quieter than he intended, a mix of vulnerability and genuine curiosity. "I thought you’d be mad that I cancelled. Especially since it was a nice restaraunt...expensive..." He trailed off, his puppy eyes trailing up to your face to gauge your reaction.

Were you...truly not upset about this at all?

You turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowing like you couldn’t believe he’d even ask that. "Mad? Why would I be mad? You’re sick, Seungmin. Of course I’m gonna be here. Besides, this is cheaper anyway! A nice little stay-in date. The second cheapest soup in the store is the best soup." You stated matter of factly. "Paired with some kimbap and drink of your choice-" You held up your finger in an "okay" sign and winked. "This is even better than if we ate out!" You saaid clapping once as you reached for food.

He blinked at you, a little taken aback by the sincerity in your voice.

"You...mean that?"

"Mhm, why wouldn't I?" You asked, stuffing the closest thing into your mouth, not looking at Seungmin, rather focused on your convenience store goodies.

"It’s just…I’m not used to this."

"What do you mean?" you gently tugged the blanket over him, sliding yourself under the corner as well, your fingers brushing his arm as you adjusted it.

"I’m used to…" He hesitated, feeling a little exposed. "People getting upset when I can’t…provide. Fancy dates, expensive gifts. That kind of thing."

You smiled, soft and a little sad, as if the idea of anyone expecting that from him was ridiculous. "I’m not here for any of that. I mean, yeah, those things are nice, but I’m here for you, Seungmin. I like you for you. Not for what you can give me."

He swallowed hard, the words sinking deep into him. He had heard it before, in half-hearted reassurances from past partners, but this -this felt real.

You meant it.

And it hit him harder than he expected. His heart hammered in his chest.

Is this what real love felt like...you guys hadn't exchanged that word yet...but...

In this moment he felt the urge to.

"I guess I just don’t know what that feels like," he admitted, his voice softer now, his gaze dropping to the blanket covering him, as he fought that temptation.

You reached out, running your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Well, now you do. You’re stuck with me, even when you’re sick."

He let out a soft laugh, the kind that shook his chest and made him wince slightly from his sore throat. "I think I’m okay with that."

And just like that, Seungmin felt something crack open inside him -a part of himself that had been so tightly guarded, so afraid of being hurt. But with you, he felt safe. Safe enough to lean into your touch, to lay in your lap to let himself be cared for without fear of what you might want in return.

I think I'm in love.

No...I am in love.

As you continued to softly play with his hair, Seungmin’s eyes fluttered closed.

He realized that this was what he had been missing -this golden touch that wasn’t about wealth or status. It was about love, about care, about someone being there for him even when things weren’t perfect or glamorous.

He had spent so long being afraid of turning everything around him into something superficial, something gilded and lifeless. But with you, it wasn’t about gold or riches.

It was about your golden touch -the one that brought him comfort, warmth, and something more valuable than anything money could buy.

When Seungmin finally drifted off into a fevered sleep, the corners of his lips were curled into the softest of smiles. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly cared for.

He truly felt loved.

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[spearxwind]

Ok so here's my thoughts so far:

I'm adding four existent guys to Richard's side in Hollowridge for two purposes: 1. Beef up their side because atm there aren't any significant characters in it other than Richard himself and December. and also 2. Because I miss these guys and they have similar vibes (ultraviolence). [Feel free to refer to this lineup for the other HR ocs mentioned in this post]

Since some of you might know them, some of you might not I decided to draw them real quick so you have more than just names to look at :]

David (left) is an altered human, like Beial. He has two huge, fully functioning wings and ability to generate lightning to attack with. He's also got insane an self-healing ability, which makes him be able to come back from almost any wound :)

Midas (right) is an ancient corpse from the old world that is being kept alive/maintained by a bioengineered fungal colony (an organic computer made it's home inside an employee to keep working when it's mainframe failed). He's still MOSTLY himself personality-wise, but due to his lack of a head a lot if not all his memories have been obliterated. His human body is a disguise for a bigger monster form.

Engel (left) is an ex-soldier and acts as Richard's main enforcer. He has a mimic weapon called MAUL, which manifests as multiple guns that he can manipulate independently. He's clearly deranged and will use any and every opportunity to use his weapon on anyone else. He loses control of it sometimes.

Set (right) is a mystery for now :) but he's pretty strong.

This brings the total characters on each side of the conflict up to six so things are more balanced. On Dianne's side there's three people and three weapons, and on Richard's side there's a couple people, a couple weapons, and a bunch of unethical Experiments™.

Ough tomorrow if ppl are interested i can talk abt my new oc ideas from today bc Im actually really excited about them 👉👈

[ganondoodle]

( OC, Eadrya, they/them, water demon )

"Oh don't look at me like that, is this the first time you've drawn blood or what? do it again! had a nice sting to it-" (Eadrya to Shargon, likely the first time Shargon's ever dared to fight them instead of fleeing immediately like his life depended on it ... bc it did)

finally gave Eadrya their deserved post character arc design (instead of doing what i should be)

since i know my handwriting isnt always readable, heres a short an overly long explanation of the context (oops)

(recap, the demon world was invaded and is believed to be destroyed, Eadrya lost a fight for the first time in their life to a celestial and survived by sheer luck and kindness of a little fishing village in the human realm, which kind of broke their pride and kickstarted their arc- (here i drew the lady in charge of the village before, though Eadryas design here is also a little out of date again ..)

-skipping alot in between that and the end of their arc bc that would jsut be too long for this post)

Eadrya helped other Lords and Shargon (with Midas and Idri) escape from a trap set by hunters but was captured themself, since it was the first time hunters managed to catch a Lord they 'researched' alot about demons using them .. by torturing them (demons are not considered sentient by people at large)

they managed to escape but were hunted down immediately, even Eadrya with their immense magic overproduction and abillity to recover was too drained (both literally of their strength -since the most effective way to hurt/immobilize a demon is draining them of their magic/blood faster than they can recover it- AND mentally) to easily avoid them and instead turned to killing, making them relapse into their old bloodthirst which lead to them spiraling into thinking that it is all they are ever good for and they will never be able to change-

Thor (with Idri) were on their way to free them after being informed of Eadryas capture ( Thor is Eadryas best and only friend ) but when they arrived it had already escalated so far that they went after killing Thor as well, now firmly believing Thor was never their friend but was simply trying to tame them out of fear of their power (not completely wrong ..). despite Thor with his two hearts being able to give Eadrya a second chance they decide to go for killing him twice, unintentionally missing the second time but doing enough damage for Thor to .. essentially fall into a near death condition; thinking they actually killed him everything starts to fall apart further as they realize over time they have changed after all but it is too late now-

Eadrya then flees into a snowy mountain range far away and lives there in complete isolation for several months (as a sort of .. self punishment and convinced of that being the best choice for everyone, they are a danger, they have no one left anyway etc trying to cope with it all) and thus grows out their fur (yes they always had fur, just short and slick like a seals fur) which they keep even after reuniting with Thor and everyone else later down the line

(the golden rope they wear in the picture was made by Thor during the time he was recovering and searching for them with the solar pirates (long story..), its not a good quality but he tried his best ... the two beads on it symbolize Thors two hearts (thunder and fire, blue and red)- Eadrya treasures it dearly)

so funnily enough, despite looking much wilder now they are actually much better in their self control and general health :P

[piepiepiemag]

having to join a discord group for work is so fucking embarrassing. like does my boss really need to see that i’ve spent my sunday playing fortnite for 7 hours?

[gravesdept]

IM IN TOWN, FOR ONE NIGHT. AND ONE NIGHT ONLY.

PAIRINGS: midas x gender neutral reader (teaser)

CONTENT: while this is mainly plot build up and is completely safe for work, I still recommend 18+ sfw. slow burn.

author note — ive seen how much people liked that post i made a few months ago, that catered to writing for midas. so here it is.. well part of it at least.

word count : 402

"so, do you always talk to strangers like this?" his voice was low, even baritone, and as smooth as the rest of him. It wasn't accusatory, merely curious, a question posed with the casual confidence of someone used to being observed.

a slow smile tugged at your lips, a silent challenge thrown back at him. you met his gaze directly. "only when they interest me as much as you do." 

he hummed, a deep sound, and a faint smile touched the corner of his lips, gone as quickly as it appeared. It was a silent acknowledgment, a subtle nod to your persistence. his eyes lingered on your face for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his head back to the sports game on the television. 

the shift in his focus was a clear signal that the conversation, for now, was over. or at least he wanted it to be.

you shook your head slightly, a playful exasperation in your movement. you weren't about to let him off the hook that easily. "not even gonna tell me your name?" you said, your voice light and teasing. you tapped your fingers against the bar, a rhythmic counterpoint to the low murmur of the bar. "give me something to work with here." It was an invitation, a refusal to be dismissed so easily. 

you wanted a hook, a thread to pull on, something to unravel the mystery of the man with the gold eyes and the perfectly tailored suit.

he didn't turn back, his attention seemingly fixed on the flickering images on the screen. he took another slow sip of his vodka, the ice clinking softly, the silence stretching between you, punctuated only by the distant shouts from the sports game and the clinking of glasses. 

you took another slow sip of your whiskey, letting the warmth spread through you as you waited. then, just as you were beginning to think he wouldn't respond, his voice drifted over to you. It was almost a murmur, barely audible above the bar's din, as if he was speaking more to the glass in his hand than to you.

"midas."

the single word hung in the air for a moment, a strange, resonant sound in the noisy bar, then was swallowed by the surrounding noise. you raised an eyebrow, a silent question in your gaze. he didn't elaborate, didn't offer a last name or any further explanation.

[the-uninformed-zennial]

Okay so I wanna talk about the ecosystem of a fandom space like Fable/Bound SMP and those that extend off of it.

(long post below)

So one of the things that kinda stands out to me is that many of the popular ships are just canon. Like… off the top of my head the only two popular ships that aren’t necessarily canon in Fable are Kaleidoscope (Midas x Malitae) and Prison Duo (Centross x Icarus). But even one of those has been hinted at being canon by Sherbert in a few streams so like???

Looking at this from the outside it’s almost worrying. But the thing is, I think it has to do with three different things that are all unique to the Fable/Mer/Bound (and adjacent) fandom(s) and might actually be the sign of a really warm and welcoming community (as the Fable & adjacent fandoms have always been imo).

Firstly, the medium. If these were not lore-heavy, highly improvisational, live-streamed stories the fandom wouldn’t be able to provide feedback and the creators wouldn’t be able to react to said feedback in time to adjust. Think about Hermitcraft, it’s highly improvisational, yes. But lore-wise it’s not super heavy and thus all ships kinda teeter on the edge of being canon or not canon. Likewise smth like Whitepine where it’s recorded beforehand (and I think scripted??) doesn’t give the creators the flexibility to adjust the content in the same way the fandom is moving as quickly as the fandom moves.

Secondly, the fact that the creators interact with the fandom. Hi, hello, I’m living proof of this cause if I hadn’t gotten picked up by Heyhay and Art I never would’ve gotten to become one of said content creators. But this goes far beyond that. This has to do with the fact that they listen and interact and bounce ideas off of their fan base. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it, the opinions and ideas you guys share out here do influence the story, even if it’s just confirmation that you guys are picking up what the creators are laying down. It still serves as a sounding board to see how well things are coming across, and speaking as a creator myself (albeit a newer one) I find it incredibly helpful.

Thirdly, the size. Obviously if this venn-diagram of fandoms was as large as say Hermitcraft or QSMP the content creators simply wouldn’t be able to keep up with the fandom and many ideas would get lost in the jumble. Even just with how large Fable got at it’s peak, there came a point where it was nearly impossible to keep up with the amount of fan art and theories that were being made. So I think this point kinda feeds back into the second, that having a smaller size helps the content creators keep up with the feedback they receive from their art and lead to the fandom having more influence on the story than anyone really realizes.

These three things work together to create a space where people get to feel heard and seen. One of the most enticing things about being a community member for me was having that ability to influence the story, to talk to the characters themselves, to poke them about things I wanted to know the answer to. And when they responded?? It was so cool! I remember I used to keep a tally of little things in the world that I had affected because of messages that had been sent during live chat. It wasn’t ever anything big, but sometimes it’s the little things that count. That’s why, as a creator now I try really hard to interact with community members. I know I’m obviously not one of the big creators in this space, but I still want to help you guys feel seen and heard, because that’s where so much of the magic of being a part of this fandom space comes from imo. And if I can help recreate what helped me fall in love with this fandom space even a little bit, I’ll do what I can.

Anyway, I’m just super grateful to this community and the fellow creators within it. I have been so lucky to be able to get to experience this fandom from both the community member and creator side and honestly it has just been one of the most overwhelmingly positive experiences of my life, from both sides of the spectrum. I know things like that are fickle. I know fandoms and people are always growing and changing and maybe that won’t always be the case. But I just wanted to say I really appreciate the community that has been built here and all the work that goes into keeping it a positive and safe space. So, thank you guys 💕

[qingyuns]

song 23! midas touch + gojo satoru

boy, if i touch ya, kiss ya, watch out, the gaze that changed in an instant, you see, i got that midas touch —kiss of life

pairing: gojo satoru x reader, wc: 758, pre-relationship, very sweet, gn reader (shorter than gojo bc i assume most of you are), they're both down bad but don't really know it, gojo's infinity automatically perceives reader as a threat because of the potentially emotional vulnerable state they put him in, like getting butterflies in your stomach

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There's a strange sensation you've come to be familiar with recently. It's the feeling of pressing against something intangibly tangible, a non-solid barrier against your fingertips, against your arm, even against your back. There's no contact, and your touch-sensitive nerves remain inactive, but you can feel the pressure against them. You'd almost think it was some phantom feeling if the evidence wasn't there in front of your eyes.

As your hand reaches up to tap him on the shoulder, you're met with the same sensation again. Your fingers stop about three centimetres above the fabric of his jacket. The invisible barrier prevents you from bringing them closer.

Gojo turns his head to look at you, blue eyes peering over his sunglasses. Your eyes remain fixed on the place where your hand fails to meet his shoulder, mouth twisted in thought.

"What's up?" he prods, a brow raised.

You give a shake of your head as if to say, 'nothing', but your eyes stay fixed on the spot, as you raise your hand and bring it down with a little more force, mimicking a clap on the shoulder. It is the barrier that greets your palm once more.

"Uh, are you-"

"Why don't you ever turn your Infinity off around me?"

He blinks at you, white lashes fluttering against his cheeks. You stare back, unwavering.

"What?" As Gojo turns around to face you, your hand slides off his infinity and falls back to your side.

"You heard me."

He stares down at you, eyes a shock of blue that is barely concealed by the lenses.

"I didn't realise it was always up around you."

He's lying. You know he's lying. He knows you know he's lying. You're getting nowhere with this.

Your lips purse. "Do you see me as a threat to you?"

There's a pause that lasts for a little too long for your liking, before Gojo says, "No."

There it is. "So you do." Your investigation has reached a conclusion.

"I just said I didn't," he retorts.

"You paused."

Gojo says nothing, and you're sure you've found your answer.

But that still doesn't explain much. Gojo is literally Infinitely stronger than you, and you've never once given him any reason to think you want to hurt him.

"It's not that you're a threat," he says finally. You're surprised to note the way he's starting to look a little uncomfortable. "It's just, ugh. I don't know." He doesn't know?

You frown. "Let me touch you."

Gojo looks at you, and you can already sense the smirk that's about to appear, so you intercept it. "Shut up, you know what I mean. Turn your Infinity off."

His smirk drops and he shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. You raise an eyebrow. Gojo Satoru, squirming? Did hell freeze over?

"Fine," he concedes.

You wonder how you're supposed to tell that he's turned it off, but then he says, "Go ahead."

Well, now you're nervous.

Gojo Satoru is the definition of untouchable, in every sense of the word. Should you put your hand on his shoulder like before? Would it be better to go all the way in this experiment and touch his skin? Would that be weird?

"Um, where do I-"

"Here." Gojo puts out his hand in front of him, palm facing upwards. His shoulders seem tense. You're not quite sure why.

You wonder if his hand will be cool to the touch, or warm. Maybe it'll be calloused from all the training and fights, or maybe it'll be smooth. Does he use Infinity on his hands when fighting?

The sensation that follows is totally unfamiliar to you. So this is what it's like. Your fingers graze over his palm, sliding down to wrap around his hand, as your thumb traces the curve of his palm. Your eyes fixate on his hand in fascination, so you fail to notice the way Gojo freezes, his eyes locked on your face.

Oh, he thinks to himself. He finds himself slouching slightly, lanky frame sinking down to try and get a better look at your face. Warning tingles of electricity shoot down his spine, and he feels like his palm is beginning to sweat. He hopes you can't feel it.

Then, you look up. A smile graces your lips.

"Thank you, Satoru. For trusting me."

He feels his stomach flip in a way that's not entirely unpleasant, and he finds himself glad that you begin walking away before you can hear the choked sound that escapes him.

Fuck.

[ya-boi-haru]

Ok so, the fable ship bracket voting poll....

I've said that "Kaleidoscope and Prison Duo need to have a 'we meet again' in the semi final"

Which - one thing lead to another - and I thought it'd be funny if the ships were personified and at voting debates, so our propaganda would be their arguments etc....

So here's my visual on that (basically morphing the two characters designs together)

(I struggle to draw people :( )

More info under cut

Here's the versions that I did up to design what they look like...

So as mentioned, to make them, I fused the two characters together.

I'm also taking name suggestions!

So for Kaleidoscope, I gave them long curly white hair with scattered rainbow highlights - in this I tied it up, similar to how Malitae wears it. I gave them Malitaes horns, lots of colourful earrings and some horn rings. I also added a head jewelry pieces, that comes from Midas' circlet. I remember Malitae having "calcite skin" so I made them super pale, almost white, like calcite and some magenta/ purple sclera eyes.

I didn't have much on what Malitae would wear, but in the photo on their wiki, they have a nice, lose hanging piece, so I had Midas' jacket appear lighter and off shoulder - and instead of having a tie-dye gradient look, it's paint splatters. Under shirt that also doesn't cover the shoulders, corset and black pants and boots with a magenta shimmer to them

For Prison Duo - it was actually kinda tricky colour pallets wise - I combined Icarus' jacket with Centross' cloak and made it one of those jackets you hang off the shoulders (not actually put your arms in the sleeves) I shifted the purple in Ics jacket to a more Violet (like Centross' cloak), his amethyst necklace + their pins. Black fingerless gloves and shirt and jeans, also boots with a more Violet tint to them.

I gave them an undercut, the top has a bit more of Icarus' style to the fringe and shaved underneath. Icarus' ear wings, but again the purple shifts more to a Violet. The purple and yellow heterochromia + black sclera. Scruff! I also connected Ics prison scar to Centross' scar across his eye, so it curves around the face.

Small headcanons:

Kaleidoscope is mute and communicates through imagery, text or sign language. Number 1 shit-stirrer, little chaos gremlin.

Prison Duo: bird allegations (but also in the way that "this bird will bite")

This was actually a fun little challenge, so I might do more? For funsies?

What do you guys think?

Also #voteKaleidoscope

[rorichuu]

☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: been MEANING to write for midas... this also ties in with jealous!midas as well... i hope i wrote him how you guys expected :) also here is what i think his voice sounds like, either that or matthew mercer (leon kennedy va) 😩

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . you two are at an exceptionally boring party and midas takes you away from keeping appearances. ୨୧ˊˊ

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

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rorichuu!