#golddomering

[lour3n3]

Lourene 2015 - 2019 instagram.com/parelourene

[scottsackett]

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[eisiramdeus-a]

[chokethelight]

❝ He honestly is. Please, don’t listen to him. You’re doing fine. ❞

[tenebres-champ-moved]

all the baby pokemon and zam start crying the moment she leaves and rich looks hassled , "please come back."

𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝.

Here’s the thing – Strelitzia is umbelievably bad when it comes to children. They’re small, weak – awkward in their movements. Fragile, and she couldn’t blame them.ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ.

So the second Zam approaches her, tears and snot alike rushing down his face, as he clinges himself to her leg – and she stares at Rich, panickedly, eyes wide, totally asking for help. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 – 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜 ?? That’s gonna get him away, right ?

“ Uh … … … ” Uh. “ I eh … ‘M still a trainer, buddy … Got 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤’ 𝕒𝕤𝕤 t’ kick, yeah ? ”

“ … Y’ can still see me live, yeah ? 𝘾’𝙢𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮. Y’ gonna make all the lil’ guys worry. ”

[intelwon]

@golddome​

“ I rest my case. ”

[starszakrewsaysbye]

:( is it because I ate that strawberry whole?

“Rich     that     is     only     one     of     the     reasons     I     loathe     and     detest     you     with     every     fiber     of     my     being.”

@golddome​

[trickshxt]

@golddome​ said: he crashes through the window, ignoring the blare of alarms, feeling cold, trembling and unable to see anything except Barney the moment he rounds the corner with a gun. Rich tosses the helmet to the side, tears streaming down his face, as he stumbles into his fiance's arms, sobbing against his neck, unable to breathe. "Th---they found me! they.. they r-remember m-me! They-- they want me back-- Puh-please help, barney. I can't!"

UNEASE HAD BEEN RIFE THAT DAY ; a discontent following him from room to room, curling along the back of his spine when he was turned away and sending shivers up the length of him. Echoing in rooms with the scratch-scratch-scratch of ominous approach. Presence made known with the disquieting way it came from no where and lingered so malevolently.

The crash had rattled him from an uneasy sleep where things sang in a myriad of dissonant voices. Gun a biting, familiar cold in his hand that only burrowed deeper. Slicing a hard swathe across his chest not merely at the source of the noise but at the fact that there’s no smell of raspberries and rum, no gold glow to herald a return.

The smell of death hangs heavy; the smell of something rotten and rotted and rotting and  suddenly things made sense.

Gun abandoned to the counter, he moves in with a few steps. Arms encircling his fiance and grateful, not for the first time, that sometimes his stature came in handy. “Shhh, shhh, I got ya...”

His chin finds Rich’s head, arms cradling. Hand smoothing up what he knows is a scarred back, rubbing circles in between shoulders that carry not just the world but worlds. (Like t’see ya do that, Atlas.) 

Whatever is there sticks to his fiance. Death’s cloak melding to a uniform that seems dull, frayed, spotted with stains he can’t even begin to count. Radiant confidence has long since abandoned Nova. Left nothing but the small parts of Richard that Barney knows well, knows Rich would rather die than let preside.

The fact they are doing so scares him.

And yet, it’s boiled to this, hasn’t it? A near-god’s burden placed on a human, expectations vaulted to the stars, deeds counted without thought given to what is lost along the way. To be a Nova, one has to sacrifice something. 

What his fiance lost they’ll never fully know, he thinks, until the fall into the holes left behind.

“They aren’t gonna get you back,” he says, quietly. Unsure just who they are but also knowing the culprits without needing to think. There are some scars that never heal, that never quite let you be the same after it all. His chest burns in sympathy, his hand seems to grow cold, and his skin shivers in agreement.

Never will he be able to heal his fiance; he knows this. Knows that some things will never be his to burden. But he knows the depths they’ve gone, the heights they’ve reached. Loved beyond measure the thickest scars and brightest smiles.

And nightmares incarnate will always be powerful things.

It’s easy to jump to an idea of strength being unwavering courage. Many do; it’s what keeps up the belief of worthiness tied to deeds. But while deeds were a good, good thing in many regards, there was a toxicity in the selflessness required to uphold that slippery ideal of hero. He’d learned this long ago when his own life burned.

“Darlin’...you don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to,” he says after a long moment spent with his nose pressed to Rich’s scalp, hand rubbing circles into the back of his beloved Prime’s neck. “You don’t got to go with anyone, don’t have to go anywhere, don’t have to DO anything you don’t want to do.”

A sigh breezes over soft brown hair. “What’s bein’ asked of ya? To confront this? Ain’t fair. And know life isn’t, but you’ve done everything, given up everything for this cause. You’ve done more than just about any of us could ever be asked to do.”

Carefully, he pulls back just enough to kiss Rich’s forehead. Thumb tracing the line of a tear stained chin. “You are my beloved. My shinin’ stars and my sun. I love you. Our son loves you. And no matter what you choose to do, right here, right now? I know’ll be exactly what you need to do, will be exactly what Richard Rider knows is best for him. And whatever that is ain’t gonna change my mind about lovin’ you. ”

His hand slips into those soft brown locks. Cradling Rich’s face with his hands. Forehead to forehead, warm air between them; the world far, far away. “I trust you with everything I hold most dear to me...” 

He trails as his hands seem to warm, gold peeking out from beneath his fingers. Can’t help but smile as he closes his eyes. “Everything, every part of you, I love. Just remember that, darlin’. If anything at all, remember that...”

[undesaeir]

                    “i have decided that both rider and six are now my ADVERSARIES.”

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[eisiramdeus-a]

[youusedme]

★ you know who I want.. Richard rider aka the sexiest space man

@golddome​

yeehaw 

[zenwhberi]

SLIGHT SMILE , REACHING OUT TO TUCK A HAIR BEHIND HER EAR . “GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, GAM.” // @golddome .

IT FEELS LIKE A TRICK, LIKE A DREAM --------- he almost feels like a GHOST from another time, another life. ( she’s well - versed in the ways of ghosts; they follow her, cling to her like a shadow she just can’t shake. ) and she wants to catch his hand before he can pull it back, to hold him there, but she hesitates instead ------- an unnatural state for her to find herself in. for all the CONVICTION she usually carries, for all the CONFIDENCE ----------- there is now nothing but a REAL FEAR that if she reaches out to TOUCH him he’ll simply fall away into nothing but plumes of SMOKE between her fingertips.

and even with the fear she lets him finish his task, lets him carry on pushing back a section of hair and tucking it neatly behind the curve of her ear ------- feeling the WARMTH OF SKIN where she wasn’t sure she would. 

( not a trick, not a dream, not a ghost. )

   “you make me WAIT TOO LONG, richard rider.” the beginnings of a smile curl around the corner of her mouth as his fingers curl around her ear ------- he’ll recognize it; it’s one she’s always reserved for HIM alone. ( one that’s rusty from disuse. ) 

              “ ---------------- you know PATIENCE has never been one of my better virtues.”

[spacecop]

Kiss from Hal | @golddome:  ‘ where are my kisses , Hal :( I want three.’

He want’s three kisses he hears --- and Hal can’t help but laugh.  The pout that clung to the nova’s words like a selfish child wanting something they couldn’t have only made Hal’s ego bigger. A move that wasn’t exactly good for anyone around him ( a bigger ego just meant more confidence, more confidence lead to more dangerous ideas, and more confidence lead to --- well you get the IDEA. )  But Richard wanted three kisses, not one, not two, but three and who was he to deny the man that lit up his life and made the hard times just a bit easier to deal with even if he could never voice it correctly. Hal was always about actions over words at the end of it -- all because his words were always a mess and always managed to fuck everything up for him. ❝ You’re pouting -- that’s cute. ❞ He teases as he floats upside down in front of Rider, green mask hiding brown iris’s behind white.The smirk on his face was practically screaming ‘the cat ate the canary’ as he hovered a little bit closer, slowly turning until he was standing right side up in front of him. ❝ Three... huh? ❞  Voice cuts low as he moves forward to close the gap, that teasing nature never leaving him as he kisses Rich’s forehead first. Right in the middle of the dumb bucket that hides his face and covers his eyes and you can almost SEE the devil horns pop out of his head because he knew the reaction worldmind was going to give at that one but it didn’t really matter did it? Rich wanted three kisses --- and three kisses was what he was going to get.  The next kiss was at his jawline. Hand slipping around waist as Hal pulled them even closer together, removing any existence of space between them as much as he could if only to get his boyfriend flustered and embarrassed about all of this. Hot lips pressing against jawbone for a minute as teeth scrapped against flesh; Hal didn’t stay there long enough to draw a hickey but he did stay there long to feel a shiver run up the Nova’s spine and let out a hot breath of laughter to run across goosebumped skin.  The final kiss had him find purchase on the Nova’s lips --- that SMUG smile stolen away as Hal’s nose knocked against Nova Helmet. He could almost swear he could hear WORLDMIND yelling in his own ears telling him to cut it out but it only drove him to deepen the kiss a bit further. Free hand grabbing onto the other’s to twist his fingers together while the one grasping his back pulls to dip him as they float in space. It doesn’t really work like it should. Not like it would in a place that held gravity and they were standing on their own two feet on the ground but it works enough that Hal is practically floating above him, twisting their legs together and making it hard for Richard to breath in constructed air.  And when he pulls away he’s still laughing like he didn’t miss a beat, the feeling that he had in his chest feeling light and weightless for once in his life and not heavy with guilt like it usually did. ❝ I would give a fourth one but -- I’m sure I can do that later. ❞

[facewest]

LAST ONE, THIS ONE IS AKJSDFGHLAKSJDF FUCKIGNG DISGUSTING "Can I cover you with butter and grill you all night?"

＂… yeah. i gotta go. ＂