all that glitters... @goldntouchs - Tumblr Blog

❝ ALL THAT GLITTERS… IS YOURS.❞

independent & selective portrayal ◆ midas of fortnite ◆ modernized / headcanon based w. fortnite canon inspo ◆ 18+ ◆ dash only

samenkomen — 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 - well, raider just… isn’t. she sits cross legged, oblivious look on her face. lip tilted upward, as big eyes land on marigold. “y’know, meetin’ you - i can see why all the girls ‘round the island can’t shut up about mr. midas.” nose crinkles, as the corner of her lip raises a bit more. shyly. (she couldn’t before, for not so obvious reasons)

@goldntouchs· / / gets a thang

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉 & midas are obvious. in truth, the only difference that she can find is the fact that she only has one golden hand versus his two. but, both of them are very similar. she’s come to help raider, bringing a few things that she personally thought would help, letting the other woman take a break. it isn’t easy running an operation such as theirs. ‘ oh ? ‘ her own brow raising looking down to the other. ‘ now why can’t all the girls stop talking about mr. midas ? ‘ hands moving to her hips.

#samenkomen #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite

pecplesaegis — 𝖏𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

“marigold ~ !”

jules’ voice is rather sing song as she skipped through the hallways of the agency. there had been an idea, something that would make both her father and the woman that she was looking for less easy to track ( stupid golden touch. ) sliding to a stop in front of her office, jules gave a friendly smile towards the woman and moved to sit on one of the chairs “i have a task for you ~” the girl held out of of the pistols from her pocket and grinned “i need you to hold this.”

there’s a pause, and jules grinned again “i’ve been working on something to stop weapons being affected by yours and dad’s golden touch, so – y’know, IO can’t track you, but — i need you to test it out for me.”

@goldntouchs

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 something that non other than midas had tasked her with, looking to help the cause of which they all seem to share under this roof, but jules ? she always makes time for jules. funny cause she was going to stand, but the young girl makes herself comfortable. marigold easily stops everything that she was doing, leaning back in her chair, a brow raising at just being handed a weapon. ‘ have you now ? ‘ marigold leans forward, fingers wrapping around the grip, a moment barely passes & she finds gold licking up the grip, over the slide all the way down the barrel & sights of the gun. something marigold is sure jules has seen a handful of times.

a gift of which midas had given her. ‘ makes it easy to know which gun is who’s when i’m out with someone other than your father. ‘ keeping the subject light. ‘ the imagined order will do everything to track us, you know. ‘ it’s cute though to see her concerned, concerned enough where she is working to solve a problem. the older woman places the now golden weapon down in front of the other. ‘ i’m highly interested though to hear what you’ve thought of. you’re a bright girl & i think we could all learn from you. so tell me what you’ve done. ‘

#pecplesaegis #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite

goldsghost — 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖘

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧. a good man. it’s hard to believe something, when so many people tell you the o p p o s i t e. an imposing force, with a tommy gun at the hip. unloading rounds at foes whom simply wish to defend themselves. those he’s trying to save, who simply wish to see him on his knees. to raid his agency. (it is he who knows what lies underneath them. who knows the truth). - who’s ethics presented a moral dilemma, which sent him to this godforsaken place. though he cannot call upon morals to excuse his years of servitude to the imagined order. is that a glint of disappointment in her similar gaze? in her golden eye? or is it simply confusion. it is as if keeping her eye contact is the hardest thing in the world. harder than pushing back the storm… than building the airtight suit… than being a father.. narrowed brows - could they be twitching beneath the strain? eyes stripped of all emotion but uncertainty. so clearly trying to be hidden behind strength, like he has been successfully doing for so, so long. though those eyes could only shoulder so much of the burden. emotion spilling from their one true cage, as the other has been locked tight long ago, with the blinding white light. finally, he breaks. orbs flickering away from her. down & up - but remaining to the side. lips in an unintentional frown. thick, gilded fingers twitching at his side. teeth pressed, & accentuating cheekbones that could surely cut the tension.

“i promise you, i wasn’t always.” he speaks. yet, perhaps that isn’t as true as it may seem to his biased mind. he looks back up, to her. “& it’s a strange irony - that this dirty, mortal mediocrity i speak of, exists mostly outside of this loop.” the man he was outside of fatherhood.

𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉, brainwashed as they were. thinking that the agency was the real enemy when in truth, the imagined order ( such an ugly organization if you ask her ) was the one who was the real enemy. such a shame that those who are dropped onto the island, aren’t aware of that. storming onto the agency as they do, forcing the hands of the agents ( along with their respectful posts ) & midas alike to protect what is rightfully theirs.

but that isn’t what is bothering him right now, or well, not that 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦. but that is a conversation for another day. despite everything that he is trying to do to maybe convince her that he isn’t who she thinks he is, & in truth, he’s not doing much or a great job at it, but marigold thinks that it doesn’t matter what it is that he says at this point. from the moment she’s met him, she’s seen him do nothing but good things.

‘ & now you’re inside the loop. ‘ from what she knows, that distinction is very important. ‘ which means what was doesn’t matter anymore. it’s what we’re fighting for, for all of that to matter. but as of now ? it doesn’t matter. ‘

coming to stand in front of him. she needs him to know & needs him to look at her as she speaks freely to him about this. ‘ what was it that you think is so bad any ways ? ‘ perhaps it was better not to ask, but sue her. he's piqued her interest & she wants to know now.

#goldsghost #iiii. ( arc ) — goldsghost #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite

inactivegamingbl0g

agency fam

#ii. ( ic ) — faceclaim

inactivegamingbl0g

midas and marigold always have each others backs

inactivegamingbl0g

marigold but she’s got new digs

#ii. ( ic ) — faceclaim

samenkomen — 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, as renegade raider has noticed. her closed lipped smile & goofy face deceiving, to most. not expecting her to be as knowing, or as fierce as she can be. whether it’s in battle, or in planning. passion behind everything she does. she even wears it now - dog tags hanging from her neck, with brunette hair obscured by her hat & goggles. standing with bright eyes, before the agency member. at least not one of those goofy henchmen, walking around - faceless as any io guard. if they weren’t careful, they might have given off the wrong impression. deep as they are bright, eyes continue to look over the woman. “ah, i knew y’couldn’t be.” she waves it off. almost bashful.

“the io ain’t so fashionable.” gestures over her shoes, she laughs. looks back over at her friends, watching marigold greet them. “don’t mind me, i’m just teasin’ -” she begins, quick to stick out a hand for the raven haired woman to shake. excitedly, as always. though as she listens, her smile fades, just a bit - but only because her mind is buzzing like a cricket, building with anticipation of what she could tell them about their mission. eyes sparking a million tiny fires in chocolate pools. “oh we’re doin’ just fine - but we ain’t got all that fancy tech like y’do up at the agency.” her lips & brows scrunch, a bit, though face pulls back into it’s resting smile. “but, little birdies tell me - we all want th’same thing.” she nods. leaning in closer. “so we’d love t’help ya’!” she smiles wider. “or, ‘least i do.” she continues. “we were just afraid mr. midas wouldn’t take too kindly to our storming the agency n’ all - so we just kept outta your way.”

𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 in marigold’s vocabulary. well, at least not anymore. in truth, she underestimated tina some & look where it got her. she’s still grappling with herself to be kind & admit that she is a decent agent. but that was for another time, another place. right now, she was forming an alliance. one to immediately reach out & take the other’s hand in a shake. ‘ your friends seem to be quite busy. i’m sure they will be for a second. let’s get out of the sun, take a seat & just talk. ‘ leading the other woman over to some shade ‘ mr. midas doesn’t take kindly to much, but i’m sure i could sway him, ‘ chin turning downwards with a bit of a smile. ‘ i think he would listen to me. this is of course, if we really do want the same thing. ‘

just as the other is playing cards close to her chest, she must do the same. hold her own cards close to her chest & be careful about revealing any information prematurely. ‘ if you truly do fight for the same cause as we do, maybe we could provide you with more of the fancier technology, as you call it, to boost your efficacy. ‘ two women, just talking to each other about bringing down a massive all encompassing, god only knows how old, organization. just another day. ‘ and if you’re siding with us, i’m sure mr. midas would love to hear it & would be more than happy to give you everything we can & what you need. so please don’t be shy. i’m here as a friend. we want to help. & staying out of our way i think is the last thing we want. ‘

#samenkomen #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 of moments, marigold remains silent, taking a moment to truly listen to what it was that midas had to say. ‘ what are you talking about ? you’re a good man. ‘ / @goldsghost / post !

#goldsghost #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite #iiii. ( arc ) — goldsghost

goldsghost — 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖘

𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, as his head lies limp between his shoulders. black ink of his tattoos shining purple, whilst they glow in the darkness of the ruins. contrasting with the white wisps of parted hair, alongside a black suit dusted dark. violet. velvet. kept docile, where his voice once rumbled from the basement which housed his device. thundering of the tommy gun unloading into those who attempted to steal it from his cold, unfeeling fingers. yet they weren’t unfeeling. albeit cold. for all intents & purposes, he is midas. an almost mirror image of his counterpart, save for shadow where gold once was. the whiteness of his hair, & the glowing of his eyes. though, his eyes were two of a kind. unburdened by partial blindness. a prime indicator that he is not who he believed himself to be. not midas, at all. in fact, he is a fake. a mirage for the io, & midas’ benefit. a mere toy, built by jules to take the place of the man who had to run away from his failures. a plan which involved ensuring that nobody looked. but what sympathy does one genius possess, for a clone made sentient? & better yet, for one he’s never met. programmed to believe it’s real, with vivid memories & emotions implanted. years & love dedicated to a woman & his daughter - hopes & dreams & trauma. frailty and strength. the experience of crushing death… all for the sake of selling appearances? he had no idea. thinks he’s the billionaire, with the formerly golden touch. reanimated & possessed by revenge. he who the island fears once more… until he is taken down. stood over by long legs in black stockings. a thin woman whom he recognizes, without even looking up to view her sharp cheeks & stern, golden eye. marigold. brows pinch, as he blinks to life with a groan. arms pulling at harsh chains that wind about his wrists & up to his chest. pulling him against metal, & what keeps him stationary. his teeth, not unlike his double, are grinding already. sharp cheekbones accentuated, as he looks up. confused. though, in truth he’s been confused since the beginning. since he came back. searching endlessly for what doesn’t exist, anymore. such confusion is evident in his eyes, as his chin raises to regard her. clinking of links chiming in the dark. “marigold..” he questions. “why?” he wonders. “what is the meaning of this?” head shifts, as eyes flicker to his binds. he wants to ask why she’s so cold, to him. he’s been busy, in the past. fleeting time. but, shouldn’t she be happy? nevertheless, he knew he wasn’t favoured by alter or ego any longer.. but his friends would remain loyal, surely. but despite the vulnerability & flicker of desperation in his two eyes, he tries to push through it. “where are my agents? surely i must have some loyalty left after what was done to me.”

@goldntouchs / / asked for shadow midas.

𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞 device failed, thanks to the imagined order, midas had seemingly disappeared from the island, leaving nothing in his wake, allowing everyone to think with the great flood that he was swallowed whole and met an untimely demise for someone who possessed intelligence such as his & in the end, wanted to only help the residents of the island. only what jules had not anticipated was for the clone she made of her father to go rogue like his. coming back & tormenting the island residents. he had to have been captured & contained. for even if the agency was no more, midas’ memory did not need to be tarnished like this.

she stands over her lover’s counterpart, purple wisps dancing all around him, luckily having come to 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 just as he wakes. ‘ we couldn’t have you haunting the grounds of the ruins, not like this at least. ‘ voice level, despite the anger in his. in truth, when midas was around, things were, well this sounds cliche & she hates herself for it, but things were easier. just because she was so in tune with him that she would know what he would want, how it was to be done. now, she’s lost that in a way. ‘ i don’t know where the agents are. ‘ still unsure of how to 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 the news that the agency was no more.

despite the slight empathy she shows, marigold does not move to try and undo the binds that she & jules had put on, not until they know what it is they’re doing with him. ‘ what do you remember ? ‘ pulling up her own seat in front of him to make herself comfortable, crossing her legs & tossing shoulder length hair back.

#goldsghost #iiii. ( arc ) — goldsghost #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite

I got called annoying because I asked a sincere question to @goldsghost cyfb

meme : sexual tension+ meme message : 👙 ( my muse witnesses your muse coming out of the water / shower / bath ) from : @goldsghost

𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 running around, there is nothing like having the quiet of the night to herself. the 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 being exactly what it was that she needed. tonight though, tonight marigold was far from alone. she spreads across golden sheets, awaiting for the man she was to spend it with, running water coming from the shower head faintly filling the room. this is when she gets up, walks around. she doesn’t want him thinking that she was waiting for him with baited breath. 𝐨𝐡 𝐧𝐨. the outside already regards him very highly, & while she does as well, she is not keen on showing it this moment.

it seemed as though seconds were minutes, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 until he stepped forth from the adjacent room, biding her time before turning. ‘ you know, it’s 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 as though i see something new every time i come. ‘ that was a bold faced lie, but it was something to say & something to focus on rather than the man in front of her who wears solely a towel. the closer she gets, glints of gold flicker off the light, almost like a 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 of who exactly it was she addressed. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, & acts like it too. small beads of water dripping, eyes darting down to follow one before looking back up. ‘ i think you missed a spot. ‘ golden hand coming to take his. ‘ let me help you. ‘ backwards stepping to lead him back to the shower.

#goldsghost #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite #iiii. ( arc ) — goldsghost

samenkomen —𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗

“𝐲’𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, but i ain’t never seen ya’ before.” raider comments. smiling. nose scrunching a bit, & creasing paint across it. “y’seem t’be one a’ the folks who can hold on t’ their memories, too.” she taps on her head, over top of her hat. brows narrow suspiciously, as she tilts her head. though she’s still smiling, a bit. “y’ain’t imagined order, are ya’?” she chuckles, asks, as if shes sure. “oh, - i know! y’must be from over at the authority!” she smiles, openly - tapping her nose, once. though her friends look a little suspicious as they stalk around, moving weapons around their make-shift camp. she pays them no mind. hands on her hips. “m’friends call me raider.” she appreciates all that the agency is doing. it seems as though they’re trying to help everyone, but getting rid of the storm. if they accomplish this, maybe she can finally go home. having laid eyes on her universe was enough to want to stay on the island to help those who’re still stuck - for those who have no idea who they even are, past a half of an hour. & she’s still not sure if she can trust the seven… wherever they are, anyway. “don’t worry about ‘em.” she cocks her head towards bandolette, magnus, & bonehead. “they ain’t gonna bite ya’.” she smiles wider, & shrugs.

@goldntouchs· / / from renegade gay-der

𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊. 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 really if you were to ask marigold. not that people at the authority weren’t 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 but it seemed to be, well, 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. almost hard to walk on the hills of the island in her heels & skirt, but after doing it so long, she seems to make it loo almost natural. ‘ definitely not imagined order. ‘ at least she can put that to rest for her, quickly looking over to the folks she had pointed out, kindly smiling at them with a nod to prove she wasn’t here to cause them any harm.

‘ well, it’s a pleasure to meet you raider, ‘ crows crooning in the background. ‘ i’m marigold. ‘ she was sent here, to check in on them, to see what it was that they were really up to. their true enemy was the imagined order, but it would be a crying shame if they were 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒈 people on the island under their nose. maybe she would need to talk to bushranger, see what it is he knows about these parts. ‘ we just want to see how you guys are doing & if there’s anything the authority can do. ‘ the more allies the better, if you ask her.

#samenkomen #iii. ( verse ) — fortnite