#xgoldenhour

[mettleborn-a]

Plotted starter for @xgoldenhour​

“…it was one of those truth or dare things, you know, seven minutes in heaven? So, we get shoved into this closet and I mean, the two of us are just kids, standing there lookin’ at each other awkwardly, nothin’ to say. Eventually though, she takes out this Sega Game Gear and we just end up standin’ there in the dark, guidin’ Mickey Mouse through some kind of labyrinth. We can barely hear our friends listenin’ in and laughing behind the door, ‘cause we’re far too busy trying to get this damn mouse to the end of the level. Anyway, we get there, to the end and she turns around and gives me the biggest kiss, right on the lips…”

Laughing lightly at the memory, Samuel shakes his head with a smile.

“Next day I convinced my Father to buy me a Sega Game Gear, just so I could trade games with her. Took it everywhere with me, clunky fuckin’ thing, course that was what we considered ‘hand held’ back then, not like nowadays…”

Nowadays…instantly Sam is struck silent as he considers the strange sentiment; nowadays? Nowadays technology isn’t made, it’s discovered and the pinnacle of discovery is a transistor radio, or a still-working car stereo. Tech companies like Apple always claimed they were future-proofing their designs, sadly none of them ever considered that the future might contain more dead than living and the dead have no interested in the latest Iphone model.

Chuckling mirthlessly at his random train of thought, Sam picks up his cup of water to drink from it, taking a moment to pour a little of it over his red raw wrists. In truth, he’s not sure how long he’s been in this old railcar; he had been knocked unconscious when they brought him in. Still, judging by the weight of the chains round both his wrists and ankles, they still considered him a threat. The car itself is large, sturdy as well, reinforced from the outside by thick panels, where the original wood has started to rot. It’s dark too; lit only by the light that dares to breaks through the cracks. Inside, Samuel has only what he’s been given; a cup, a plate, an old haybale he’s fashioned into a makeshift bed and a bucket to use as a latrine.

It hasn’t taken him long to work out the purpose of this prolonged incarceration, given they are still supplying him with food and water. Every day he hears another poor bastard being hauled out of their railcar and dragged off and every night the air is filled with the smell of freshly cooked meat. The suspected origin always turns Sam’s stomach, but his mouth waters regardless; a starvation instinct he simply can’t control and feels guilt for none-the-less.

The only thing keeping him sane is Eloise; the girl in the next car along. The crack in the wood is large enough to whisper to her through but nothing more; he has never seen her face, though she does have the sweetest voice he’s ever heard. Prisoners, held in separate cells, they only have each other for company and have taken to talking to each other near constantly, especially on nights like this when its so cold you can’t sleep.

“So come on then El, your turn, who was your first crush?”

#xgoldenhour #Eloise #[samuel silas] blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice #V: the dead don't die #TWD verse #((I am so hyped for this omg I had to get it straight out!))

[invncibleiron]

@xgoldenhour continued 

Eyes wide in fear as destruction remains her only surrounding. Electricity sparking at exposed wire, smoke rising from the rubble. Blood caked at the crown of her head.

She thought she was done for. The downside of everything she’s worked for—they’ve worked for.

Whether the attack was purposeful or not, she didn’t know and frankly, it didn’t matter.

Eyes beating closed, there was a glance of red and gold and a voice she never thought she’d hear again.

“Tony.” El coughed out a laugh, the biggest sigh of relief.

Of course a witty response was in order. Always is with him. But, for once she didn’t have the energy, just contently relieved to see him.

Tony had been in the lobby of all places when the bomb went off in his office. He’d felt the building rock--though it was built to withstand far worse, each floor able to lock down at first alert and prevent the damage from spreading through the tower. Within ten seconds, the evacuation alert was going off, the Iron Man suit was assembling around Tony, and he was flying up and out the window, scanning the building for bodies not currently scrambling toward the exits. El’s heat signature popped up on the HUD screen, and Tony swore, flying at top speed toward the rubble. 

“Oh good,” he said as he lifted a beam out of the way and crouched beside her, JARVIS scanning for any injuries that might make it a bad idea to carry her out of here. Please, he thought, be okay. You’ve got to be okay. “At least you don’t have amnesia. I hate when people forget my name,” he teased. When JARVIS gave him the all-clear, he carefully picked El up out of the chaos that had a perfectly respectable (though hardly used) office just two minutes ago. This meant either El had enemies he didn’t know about--doubtful--or their bomber didn’t know Tony well enough to know he was almost never in his office. 

“You’re going to be alright,” he promised her. “But I think we might have to postpone lunch. How do you feel about hospital jello-o? I’ll make sure they save you a green one.” 

#xgoldenhour #v: avengers assemble #bomb tw #injury tw #blood tw #[queue] i will explain it when we get back; i will draw pictures; i will use puppets

[itswasteland]

@xgoldenhour continued from here 

It was a 3 am call. It wasn’t like she wasn’t prepared, knowing that this was part of the job. Nothing coffee couldn’t do. And she was getting quicker too, beating her record time this one around or at least that’s what JARVIS said. El was pretty proud of that.

She gave a soft smile, something between nurturing and almost teasing. “Is that a promise?” She smirked, head tilted to the side.

“Well, I’m here anyway, Tony. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’m stubborn like that.”

“Oh, I’m not stupid enough to promise you anything, Ms. Roux. You’re too sharp for that. I don’t like losing bets.” Glad to see her, Tony smiled over the shoulder of armor he was currently wiggling out of. She looked tired--though not that tired. Maybe he’d gotten lucky, and it was 6am. 5 at worst. Or not. “Did I do it again?” He looked to his watch only to find there was nothing on his wrist. There was, however, quite a lot of blood, motor oil, and half of an Iron Man gauntlet. “Huh.” 

“The time is 3:24am, Sir,”  JARVIS helpfully supplied. 

"So, I did. It’s the no window thing.” He spun one finger to indicate the cement-walled, high-security workshop, underground, bullet proof glass on the sliding doors, the whole shebang. Less for keeping people out--though it was for that too, with a grand four people gifted entrance codes, El now included--but also to keep things in: like explosions, nanobots, scientific experiments gone wrong, and any coffee he may or may not one day make sentient. “And the fighting acid-spitting dragon-lizard men thing. Hard to keep track of time flying around in the dark. I’d say it won’t happen again but..” He shrugged. As Tony rarely ever slept, and as he often fell into work binges two to three days long with no sense of time, they both knew it would. 

“And that’s why you’re my favorite. You speak French, right? If it’s 3 a.m. here, then it’s 9 a.m. in Paris which means there’s a very angry owner of a smashed French bakery calling in 3...2...1...” Tony held up a hand until finally the phone began to ring. “See if you can’t calm him down, work with him to get the right contractors down to his shop to fix things up, and make sure we get sent the bill. Then try and buy some macarons, but, you know, read the room. Please,” he added, hissing slightly as he tried to remove the armor’s leg plate and found it had fused to his leg. “Follow up: do I own a first-aid kid and where if so, where is it?”

#xgoldenhour #tony threads #v: avengers tower #{queue} i will explain it all when we get back. i will draw pictures I will use puppets #blood tw

[idontkillorphans]

Closed stater for Eloise

@xgoldenhour​ Cowboy!Sleip is here!

“Not so fast sweetheart.” Sleipnir pulled back the hammer of the gun, offering the barrel to the woman, the lower part of his face covered by a burgundy cloth. “I’ll take that fella off your hands there.” He gestured to the man at her feet, bloody from a brawl or such - Sleipnir did not care for the specifics. “I’ll give you ten dollars to walk away and not remember my mug or meeting this here chap.” 

“I would hate to hurt ya.” He remained on Sasha, keeping the higher position.

#xgoldenhour #COWBOY SEASON BABBBYYYYY

[youngprofessorx]

II Starter for @xgoldenhour​

The pain was excruciating. Shivering hands curled tighter round the injection’s stem. It began to trail up his legs. He could feel it pressing against his lower back. It was both heavy and sharp, at the same time, like a scar being torn open. “No... Damn it! No! Get out of my head. Get out of my bloody head!” growled Charles under clenched teeth as he began to fumble about, dropping the needle here and there. They were coming back. The voices. The minds of what felt like hundreds... Thousands... Perhaps even millions. An endless pit of babble. It clung to the recess of his mind like tar.

Eventually, the ex-telepath managed to grab hold of the damn thing. Charles didn’t wait another moment before stabbing his arm with its tip. A quiet and shaken breath exhaled from his lips as he felt the pain and the voices begin to cushion. Lower and lower, until, like a radio station, it was nothing more than muffled static. Then-- Nothing. Sweet peace. His blue eyes fluttered open to meet a familiar silhouette standing by his door. No. It couldn’t be. Could it? “El!?” he blinked, as if trying to see whether the acid, or perhaps booze-- or perhaps both-- from last night were still in his system, toying with his mind and projecting some sort of hallucination. “I-... erm... H-... How did you get in here?” If she truly was there, how much of that did she see?

#xgoldenhour #dofp;v #//i hope this is oki? ^^//

[adventures-written]

@xgoldenhour​ liked for a starter from Frank Castle.

It was late, he was just popping by a 24/hr diner. Some place on the quieter end of the city. Not too many people around at two in the morning. If he was honest, he was using the place to stake out a building across the street. He was looking for someone in particular and all his leads ended at that place. Rather than bust in guns blazing, he just kept an eye on it. It was a run down looking apartment building and there were likely families in there. The last thing he needed was for some kid to get caught in the crossfire. He had to be sure.

Sitting in the corner of the diner, eyes watching out the window. Observing the odd car that went by or any pedestrian that seemed to walk along. Watching and waiting for his target.

He chewed on a piece of bacon, having gotten an early birds special or whatever. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and some toast. And who could forget the coffee? He brought the cup to his lips and drank down the last in his mug. Yea, it wasn’t the best stuff but coffee was coffee. He’d had worse. Eyes glanced up towards the waitress cleaning up something behind the counter -- he was their only customer right now. Frank raised a hand to get her attention. “Ma’am?” he waited until she looked at him, “Can I get some more coffee over here, please?”

#xgoldenhour #I have a plan #muse;; one batch two batch penny and dime (frank castle)

[stcrryknights]

@xgoldenhour

HE would do anything to protect his daughter. Kayla was the most important thing in his life. He raised her all alone, the two growing an unbreakable bond. He was willing to risk everything for that kid and getting infected was one of them.

He really got unlucky. His daughter was wondering around alone and one of Davis' experiments ran free, chasing her down the old garden. He found her just in time to save her and get scratched before he blew these creatures' brain to bits. Cleared his wound and tried one of the many experiments, a cure that could slow down the process. And he was amongst the lucky ones. But he wasn't alone. That's why he traveled. He traveled to find more like him. More who didn't turn. More who were still sane even though infected.

He had settled down in Boston, his group slowly growing. Kayla was off, playing the wonderer again. He knows his daughter loves taking pictures but in times like these? At least none of those things was around here. What he was not expecting was his daughter to return with a friend ?

He had taken a seat, a mug of warm tea on his hand. The scratches were on his leg, and despite the fact he wasn't zombiefied, the wound was still there and was making walking difficult sometimes. “Kayla, sugar, who is this? ” he questioned, yet turned to look at the female expecting an introduction from her first.

#xgoldenhour #{the leader of the sane - WESTON NOVA} #{zombie apocalypse} #Zombie apocalypse rp #Tw : blood

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

🌨️ (Max)

Send 🌨️ for our muses to be snowed in together during a snow storm!

Two days before Christmas and four days into Max and Eloise’s road trip to New York where Max’s family lived. The two had planned to go visit Max’s siblings for the holidays. He was excited to have Eloise meet all eight of his younger siblings, and there was a small part of him that was looking forward to a proper winter, since he had been living in California for Law school.

They were supposed to drive through another few states that day, but looking out the window as the show came down, Max realized that they were probably going to be stuck. “What does the weather app on your phone say? This doesn’t look safe to drive in.”

#Max Chance #Eloise:Max #xgoldenhour

[kingyouwanted]

@xgoldxnhour​ liked for a starter

He looked down at himself, recongizing his bare hands, his feet. Immediately, his hands wandered to his face, touching it and feeling that it was human again. No hair, no claws, nothing. He was back. He was Adam again. Slowly, he turned around, staring at the young woman that stood behind him. She looked scared. Who could blame her? She had just seen how he transformed back into human. With a smile, full of relief, he stepped closer. 

“It’s me...”

#🥀 { i was the master of my fate; interactions adam delacour } #🥀 { think of the one place that you've always wanted to see; au verse } #xgoldenhour

[murkhith]

xgoldenhour liked your post for a starter (accepting)

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” 

A worried frown rested upon Kili’s face as he tied the satchel on the saddle, giving it a good tug to make sure it held on.

“This is not a regular mission that we will return from in a couple of days. It’s dangerous, probably the most dangerous quest we’ve been on. I’d feel better if you remained here, where it’s safe.”

#xgoldenhour

[theregoesthebellhop]

“What’re you doing here? Did Adam call you?”

“Uhm, I came over to check on you? Since when has stopping by ever been a crime and why would Adam need to call me?”

#ic #asks #answered #//so this took forever my bad lol #hey hey! #xgoldenhour

[mettleborn-a]

Plotted starter for @xgoldenhour​

It’s a quiet road, not many riders or wagons, kind that is good for a slower trot down as Samuel considers his options. Just a few more hours until sundown, meaning he’ll likely need to make camp soon; it’s still a day’s ride before he reaches Rhodes and the guesthouse that has fast become his home, when he has enough cash for a few games of poker, a room and a bath, that is. Once rested there, he’ll likely head over to the Sherriff’s office to see if there’s any new bounty notifications that have been posted; any worth pursing anyway.

Hearing the distinct sound of some distress up ahead, Samuel pulls at Diego’s reins to slow the Mustang further, coming to a complete stop as he spots the woman up ahead, who is sitting down in the dirt, apparently pained in some way.

Undeniably she’s a pretty young thing, of course, they always are, aren’t they? Pretty enough to prompt a fool to immediately gallop on over and jumps down from his steed to help, while the other members of her gang slip out from the woods to steal his horse, gun, boots and everything else along with them. 

Waiting for a moment, to see if she glances back towards the woods at all, the old Bounty Hunter begins to cautiously move forward at a snail’s pace, though he makes sure to draw his loaded rifle from his saddle and ready it.

Staying mounted, he approaches her, bringing Diego to a stop directly above her. Front hooves mere inches away. 

“You in need of some assistance, Miss?” He asks, leaning over, playing along, while keeping an eye on the woods either side of them, watching for anything suspicious. Flashing her a chivalrous smile, one that is at least genuine, he eases as he notices not a single rustle of leaves; it appears there is no one else around. 

#xgoldenhour #Eloise #Closed Starter #[samuel silas] blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice #v: Red or Dead #RDR2 verse #((Yep when he doesn't notice anyone with her he's going to be lured into an absolutely false sense of security hahah!)) #((Hope this works for you - just let me know if there's anything needs changing!))

[heathenclung]

Sufficed to say, Arkady was much more at home on a bench press or a squat rack than running around outside. It’s a necessary evil, one that actually keeps him in shape beyond ‘he can lift a lot and he’s strong’. That doesn’t mean he looks best pleased as he comes to a stop at the nearest park bench. An expletive drops from his lips in Russian as he takes a seat, head lolling back as he curses his ‘old’ age for causing him so much grief.

For a man who made a living on being observant, he hadn’t exactly taken into account that he wasn’t the only one occupying the bench.

“Nice day, hm? Bit warm-” though, that might’ve just been because he was sweating, “-hasn’t stopped kids from playing soccer, though, evidently...”

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#xgoldenhour #// sorry for the wait oml #𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚. | threads.

[itswasteland]

@xgoldenhour liked for a starter 

Tony stopped at Ms. Roux’s desk, though he was too busy looking around the lobby--he didn’t spend much time on this floor--to immediately remember what he’d come to talk to her about. It was busy down here, employees checking in through the security gates, flashing badges, chugging coffee, while tourists and fans took pictures through the windows. The floors above got more selective--and required more clearance--the higher you went in Avenger’s Tower, from the many business related floors, to the heavily guarded and protected experimental fields, to the Avenger’s quarters at the very top. 

“Eloise le Roux, right?” he asked, finally turning his full attention to the secretary. She might have worked for him, but he’d never actually met her before; but if Pepper had hired her, it meant she was competent. “Hi.” He smiled then pointed at her computer. “Can you log out of that and come with me? I need your help. ”

#tony threads #xgoldenhour #v: avengers tower #{queue} i will explain it all when we get back. i will draw pictures I will use puppets

[ofviolentdeath]

@xgoldenhour​ liked for Dakota

“Sorry, we’re closed for the night,” he called out, head poking around the corner from the kitchen before he flicked the dining room lights back on. “I forgot to lock the door, that was my bad.”

#xgoldenhour #dakota:threads

[ironxkid]

"Listen, I’d prefer if you didn’t touch that.”

Had Carter known someone would’ve been walking into her workshop, she would’ve hidden the reactor. She didn’t like others seeing what she was working on, especially on something that, unbeknownst by those around her, was so personal. But it was easy enough to explain away as a power source for her suit, much to her relief, but it didn’t make her feel any happier.

She stood by the doorway, lips pursed with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t recognize the woman, but... should she? Something inside of her nagged that she should know her, but she shoved it aside. “Was there something I could help you with?” Her tone was clipped, but nothing inside the realm of unusual for her - she certainly wasn’t the most friendly person around the compound. 

@xgoldenhour​

#((lmk if you'd like my to change it!! #and I'm so sorry for taking so long!)) #xgoldenhour #v; iron kid au