#goldempire

[streetnin]

but also at that point,  now u must deal with cryptid gf who thinks hanging out around ceilings is an ok thing to do unannounced 

[dirtypride-archive]

starter call ! || @goldempire

            “ is that your quirk or somethin? Turning things to gold? ”

[wingsofprey]

@goldempire​​ // permanent starter call

If Keigo has to lay it on the line, he'd state this so-called exclusive charity event is turning out to be more tedious than he thought. He'd rather be outside indulging himself in some sizzling, delectable street food, or even just doing his evening patrols which have proven to be at least more entertaining than feigning interest at the display of pro hero after pro hero taking the stage to talk about how important rainforests are. 

All their speeches are starting to sound far too identical that he has lost count of how many heroes have expressed their unoriginal prattlings by now.

Don't get him wrong though. Keigo does care about the planet, he just wishes it doesn't require him donning a red Valentino three-piece suit and a single Golden Touch earring, faking smiles at cameras, then watch other pro heroes give themselves a pat on the back for showing they care. He's already donated his share so why does he have to be here? To make matters worse, he’s seated at the farthest table of the room just so his wings won’t block the view from the other attendees. His eyes trail to the other heroes he’s seated with until they settle on the particular one sitting next to him. Keigo doesn’t know him enough, mostly because the guy is based in America. 

What was his name again? Kingpin?

It’s hard to tell whether he’s enjoying the event or not but the blond assumes there’s no harm in asking the question that’s been brewing in his bored mind.

❝Hey, do you have any idea how much longer this event is gonna take?❞

[streetnin]

traversing the perilous journey of unlocking tragic backstory is 100% worth,  feat. @goldempire.

[streetnin]

@goldempire​.    what do you call a party - crasher when there’s no party to begin with?

summer witching hours are her favorite.  partial clouds    &.    a full moon;  not too dark,  not too bright.  enough darkness to lurk shrouded,  just enough moonlight to give the atmosphere the nighttime aesthetic she felt so at home within;  no shade was too dark for eyes only human in appearance.  and the silence  --  no cars,  no chatter  --  only distant cicadas to serenade her in her nightly endeavors,  whilst she mulls over all free - flowing thoughts.  it’s only when she brings paper - rolled herb to black as night - fallen lips does mind return to earth  --  it’s ember has gone out.  had she been lost in thought for that long?  it’s then,  as she fishes plastic lighter buried in stickers from a thigh high  /  preparing to relight pearled spliff, that neon bulbs seize crackling of a stick or two    &.   rustling of grass not too far off.  a dude  --  ?  what else is she to do,  but stare uncontrollably awkwardly,  as deer in headlights do  ....  ?

[willbeshot]

“Admiring my weapon, are you? The Dragonstomper .48– Only six were ever made for a lucky few. Well, not that lucky. I’ve killed four of them.”

                      Reaver’s gun truly was quite the sight. From the way it appeared to be an old timeish pistol, to the gold details and the way it seemed to sparkle whenever it was fired, it was indeed rather eye catching. Over the years he had added more golden aspects to it, but it never seemed to be enough. Twirling his beloved weapon between gloved fingers, the hero would chuckle,

“It truly is a pity that they don’t make guns like they used to–”

@goldempire ♥’d for a starter!

[aestuavis]

▸ @goldempire​​ || akari starter call

|| 明莉 || :: “ yes, i hear them. ” an honest ADMITTANCE regarding the voice of those who had perished, though she wouldn’t know if the other would believe her or not. most people wouldn’t, and the panther paid little to no mind to them as she had nothing to prove. “ i could hear their voices, their regrets ... and i could communicate with them. but only those who still linger in the in-between. ” sometimes, if the souls wished to, she could also see them, their appearance --- what they LOOKED like when they were ALIVE.

                “ those who had crossed the border to the afterlife, i cannot reach. and even though i could talk to them, i can’t bring them back to the land of living. my power allows me to communicate with those who are stuck, those who are trapped and chained by past and regrets ... where i could send them over to the other side. ” a small exhale escaped her lips. she wasn’t trying to PROVE anything to him, but, in a way, she didn’t like it when people thought the dead do not have regret, or do not feel pain. “ some refuse to move on, they still cling to the last thread of life, and it’s up to me to severe it. ”