Midas has nothing on me.

For anything worth having one must pay the price; that price is always blood, pain, despair. For once gold has touched your heart your virtue is its exchange. Statues and empires are all at your hands, water to wine and the finest of sands. All that...

[iamnotmidas-blog]

fiistings:

      ❝ Daniel Rand. But you can call me Danny. ❞

“Hello Daniel Rand, I am Cassius.”

[iamnotmidas-blog]

idrxs:

I

          don’t

                                   need a weapon

{I am a weapon.}

[ofhotheads-blog]

                                            this world of ours                                             is not what it seems.                                             the monsters are real,                                                                                   

                                                                       and they’re not in your dreams.

[stepupstepfast]

I’m pretty sure if I say anything bad about this place the staff will be on me in less than five seconds. So sure, it’s paradise here; a dream come true.

Not as new as you, but still barely fitting in so go figure.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Why? Well. I don’t understand anything here yet but I don’t know if I like it or not. 

Are you a mutant too?

[stepupstepfast]

Thanks, I’d say it’s good to be back but I’m not even sure that be a legit response from me. You got a name?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Why, you don’t like it here? Cassius. I am new here. You?

[stepupstepfast]

Well looks like the whole place didn’t go to hell while I was away, good to know that much at least. So anything happen that was worth mentoning or was it all just the same level of drama that this place loves?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Welcome back, hello.

[avaaa-bartcn]

For anyone interested

[avaaa-bartcn]

When you think about it, the Moon’s been there since the beginning, something every person sees consistently, every single day. Why wouldn’t we make up names for her? Her names can vary depending on the season, the culture, or even the religion. It just depends on who you’re talking to. And actually, at times the moon can appear to have a blue tint.

I’m not talking about energy to power cities, I’m talking internal, spiritual energy. It could come more naturally to me, I’m Lunakinetic, but the Moon messing with our emotions (and in turn our energies) has been a part of mythology and history for generations. She’s a fascinating thing, if you take enough time to learn.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

But the hue has to do with the atmosphere, doesn’t it? Also the moon is an ‘it’, agender. I don’t understand. 

So you’re a mutant that draws energy from the moon?That’s really nice.

[avaaa-bartcn]

For anyone interested

[avaaa-bartcn]

The moon has more names and colors to us on Earth than you could imagine, but a Blue Moon is when two full moons happen within the same month. It makes for some wonderful energy.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

But why would anyone give it a name different just because of it if doesn’t change colours? I don’t understand. Couldn’t it just be “second full mon this month”? And why energy? I know the moon influentiates gravitational energy and moves the tides but I don’t understand how it provides any type of energy. Tidal powersourcing hasn’t been improved yet, as far as I know. 

[misswandamaximoff-deactivated20]

There is something missing

The school has been too quiet, and people seem to be leaving. 

I do believe I could use a drink. Anyone want to go to a bar tonight?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

I believe it is because of summer time? This is considered vacations for americans, isn’t it?

I can’t leave the house, I am sorry.

[avaaa-bartcn]

For anyone interested

I’ll be celebrating the Blue Moon this week, on the 31st. Anyone’s welcome, even if you’ve never actually done a full moon ritual. They’re nice.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

But isn’t the moon white?

[donttouchmeugh]

the untouchables // rogue & cassius

New kids were always fun. Their novelty clouded them in mystery, which made others talk about them, speculate about them, fantasize about them. Rogue was never one to go with the flow, but this particular new kid piqued her interest. This kid was like her. They couldn’t touch, or be touched. They caused pain with only a touch. Just like Rogue. Years of covering herself up, avoiding accidents, distancing herself from the people she cared about, unable to establish a physical connection, all because of the powers she had been born with. Her curse. She felt a small weight float off her shoulders once she found out someone else could understand her struggle.

She needed to meet this kid, get to know them. They were kindred spirits. They knew what it was like to be deprived of physical contact. Now she had to play the role of the professor. Cassius was a new student, so she had to welcome them as Professor Rogue, and offer her (gloved) hand as a friend. She tidied her office. She sat on her chair. And she waited.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Brave new world.   

Thirty years locked inside four walls with barely a scenario change - and all of a sudden the universe had expanded on a burst. Mother was dead (the real mother), the world felt like falling apart and Cassius had no idea how to deal with... anythng, really, in this outside world. Nothing, outside the walls of the mansion and this wasn’t Mexico. This was the United States f Ammerica and it was terrifying. Nothing short of a week after coming here and Cassius world was taken by all this new information of epople and places and everything else. They felt like throwing up all the time. 

But there seemed to exist perks - in a world with other people, with other mutants, there were ones like him. That was good and sad at the same time, ones that can touch or be touched. And she was an adult, she was a professor and a very beautiful lady. Invited Cassius over. It was late at night so the new student slowly roamed down the hallways, a bit lost before finding their way into the indicated office. Cassius adjusted the hairs in one tied bun, anxiously pressing the inhibitors on both wrists and neck. The angry, permanently reddened scars feeling itchy as if as anxious as they were and knocked. 

“Excuse me?” They ask softly, thick accent toppling down and turned the knock, entering the room looking for someone just like.... them. 

[iamnotmidas-blog]

No tears shampoos.

[heat-storm]

Depending on inhibitors will bite you in the ass. Hopefully you’ll spend your time here learning how to branch away from them.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Madre said the same. But I don’t think that will happen. 

I have the keys now, so they don’t hurt me as much as before... also I don’t want anything biting my ass?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

No tears shampoos.

[heat-storm]

So you just rely on inhibitors? All the time?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Rely.

I suppose so. Mother wouldn’t let me take them off and I never meant to hurt anybody. But clothes, food, animals and anyone that I touched. 

[iamnotmidas-blog]

No tears shampoos.

[theleaguesrenegade]

Well, L’Óreal may be wrong on this one, so as a general rule, just keep anything unfamiliar away from your eyes ok?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

But can they lie about that? Lying is wrong! Okay.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

No tears shampoos.

[heat-storm]

.. So, how does clothing work then? Do you just stand on a gold plate, nude?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

It used to be a problem many years ago.

But if I keep my inhibitors, everything is simpler and I don’t hurt anyone. 

[iamnotmidas-blog]

No tears shampoos.

[heat-storm]

Because your powers turn them to gold?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

My powers turn everything my skin touch.

I shouldn’t go out alone, mother said.

[iamnotmidas-blog]

No tears shampoos.

[heat-storm]

I’m just curious.. do you look both ways before crossing the street?

[iamnotmidas-blog]

Yes, of course.

But I can’t go out on the street a lot.