#Hercules Gold

[goldenherc9]

How to be like Himbo Hercules

Hercules reclined luxuriously on a golden, silk-strewn bed, his glistening, sun-kissed physique rivaling the grandeur of Mount Olympus itself. Draped in shimmering golden briefs that hugged every curve of his Olympian form, he exuded a magnetic aura of confidence. He stretched languidly, flashing a dazzling grin that could charm even the most stoic of mortals.

"Yo, mortals," he began, his deep, yet carefree voice echoing through the room, "check this out." He flexed his biceps, veins popping like rivers of molten gold. "This—this is the pinnacle of golden brohood. Pure gains, pure glory."

A curious crowd had gathered around him, their eyes widening at the sheer spectacle of divine musculature and radiant charisma.

"But Herc," a brave mortal asked, "how do we... become like you?"

Hercules chuckled, the sound as rich as ambrosia. "It's simple, my dudes. First, embrace the pump. The gym is your temple, and the squat rack is your altar. Second,"—he gestured to his gleaming briefs—"wear gold. It’s not just a color; it’s a lifestyle. Third, never, ever skip leg day. These thunder thighs didn’t sculpt themselves."

The crowd murmured in awe as Hercules leaned forward, resting his chin on his massive hands. "And finally," he said, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "chill. Being a golden bro isn’t just about the aesthetics—it’s about vibes. Relax, live, and flex for fun."

With a wink, he stretched back out on the bed, a vision of effortless perfection. "Join me, mortals," he invited, patting the golden cushions beside him. "Together, we’ll create a world of bronzed brilliance and unbeatable biceps. What do you say?"

The mortals roared their approval, ready to embrace the path of Herculean himbo glory.

BECOME A GOLDEN BRO TODAY,

Let your inner himbo, inner jock, inner chav, inner country dude out with us bros

message @goldenherc9 @brodygold @polo-drone-001 today for the GOLDEN BROCESS you deserve.

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Embrace of the Vampiric Night

Once a year, as whispers of Halloween danced on the wind, I—Hercules, an alpha male, sculpted like a Greek god in my shiny gold Adidas tracksuit—found myself drawn to the outskirts of town. The fabled Blackthorne Mansion loomed before me, its once regal structure now cloaked in shadows and the echo of forgotten tales. Rumors spoke of treasures hidden within, but my heart raced not for gold—but for the allure of the forbidden.

As I stepped onto the creaking floorboards, a feeling of electric anticipation tingled through my veins. My muscles flexed beneath the metallic sheen of my attire, every ounce of strength primed for exploration. Darkened corridors enveloped me, the air thick with history and whispered secrets.

Then, in an alcove draped in cobwebs, I spotted it—a shimmering gold cape, lined with velvet, glinting seductively in the sparse light. Enticed, I approached, fingers trembling as I draped it over my shoulders. Instantly, warmth surged through my body, the sensation both thrilling and alarming. It was as if I had awakened something dormant within me.

As the fabric enveloped me, I felt my senses heighten—colors became more vivid, sounds sharper. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, I caught my reflection in an antique mirror. Staring back at me was a creature of divine allure: the fierce gleam of my eyes, sharpened canines, and the promise of real power.

A rush of exhilaration overcame me. I had transformed, not all at once, but rather in ways I had never dared to dream. The mask of humanity was cast aside, replaced by a primal essence that craved the unthinkable.

Driven by the thirst of the night, I stepped into the darkness, ready for whatever—whoever—awaited me. I had become more than just a man; I was a vampire, cloaked in gold, ready to explore the pleasures of this breathless new world.

[cosmicwhoreo]

Why goldie doesn't get like getting mad-

Yyyyeah... While Gold Choco gets passive aggressive and catty when annoyed, he doesn't really ever let himself get full-blown angry. Mostly because he sees that as the other side winning, that they actually managed to strike a nerve with him. But it's also for the reason that he overheats his inner workings when he snaps. Causing a few wires to spark and systems to restart. Having him cosplay the world's angriest storm cloud of smoke and static.

[kekwcomics]

THE MIGHTY HERCULES (Gold Key, 1963)

[iolausian-fields]

Hercules’ best friend— companion— comrade-in-arms— renowned in song and st- I don’t know why I bother. Have you really never heard of me?

ʜᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏꜱ s2e19 - King for a Day

[acmeoop]

Softness In His Eyes, Iron In His Thighs “The Mighty Hercules #1” (1963)

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[knife-like]

@himbohotel / continued from here.

hebe, for all that she is the goddess of youth, for all that she is the reason the gods are as long lived as they are, has been alive a long time. longer still than most of her divine siblings, longer still than her husband, longer still than several generations of mortals. she's not a child - youth has not been a child for a long time, for all that some would like to claim otherwise. her husband's lips brush against her hand and she pulls it back to maneuver her way over the couch, easily slotting herself against him and taking his hand in hers, mindlessly playing with his fingers as she speaks. " if you wish to find him again, then find him again. " blue-gray eyes lift and search over his face, though the goddess isn't all that sure what exactly she's searching for. clarity, maybe. something to tell her what he needs to hear so that she may be the one to tell him. " there must be a reason he never drank from the lethe, certainly. be it whether or not it's your business to know is another matter entirely. " it's not that hebe doesn't think he should know, because she's sure that he should - but hebe also knows the fickleness of mortals, the idea that there are some things that some people like to keep close to their chests. and, well, she's never died and come back before, somehow the same but also somehow wholly different, but the goddess imagines that that would be one of those keep-close-to-the-chest matters. " have you tracked him down yet, or have you just been sulking all this time? "

[glitteringstardust]

♡ Megara by adollthing

[goldenherc9]

Herculean Gains: The Alpha Awakening

Hercules Gold stepped out of Herculean Gains, his massive frame glistening with sweat after a brutal workout. His neon tank top clung to his bulging pecs, and his gym shorts left his thick quads on full display. He lifted his arms and stretched, taking a deep breath of the crisp evening air.

Then, a voice piped up.

“Wow… you are huge,” someone said in a soft, almost breathless tone.

Hercules turned and raised an eyebrow. Standing before him was a scrawny, pale twink with styled blonde hair, a tight crop top, and jeans that were far too skinny. The kid pushed up his glasses and smirked. “I’m Howy. And damn, you’re exactly my type.”

Hercules recoiled. “Bro, what?”

Howy stepped closer, trailing a finger along Hercules’ thick bicep. “You ever considered, like… experimenting?” he purred.

Hercules scowled. “Nah, bro. That’s some weak-ass faggy shit.” He flexed, making Howy take a step back. “You need to MAN up, dude.”

Howy giggled. “Oh, but I like the way I am.”

Hercules smirked. “Not for long.”

Before Howy could react, Hercules grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into his musky, sweat-drenched armpit. The overpowering alpha stench hit Howy like a freight train—thick, masculine, pure testosterone.

The change was instant.

His soft, delicate frame jerked violently, muscles erupting beneath his skin. His crop top shredded apart, revealing swelling pecs and an eight-pack of raw power. His arms surged outward, veins snaking over thick biceps.

His legs ballooned, jeans splitting and reforming into gym shorts barely able to contain his massive quads. His styled blonde hair darkened, morphing into a short, messy jock cut. His glasses cracked and fell as his jaw widened into a sharp, rugged chadline.

His lips, once forming a flirtatious smirk, curled into a cocky sneer.

His mind reprogrammed.

No more weak twink thoughts. No more simping over dudes. Only gains, chicks, and dominance.

Howy—no, Howie—staggered back, blinking in confusion before grinning, rolling his thick shoulders. “Yo, bro… what the fuck was I even saying before?” he laughed, voice now a deep, arrogant drawl. “Haha, faggots are cringe, bro.”

Hercules smirked. “Atta boy.”

Howie spat on the ground, flexed his massive, hairy arms, and cracked a beer.

Nothing mattered now except lifting heavy, smashing chicks, and being a fucking ALPHA BRO.

Enjoy your new life, but then again you don't remember the old one bro huhu, now get out there and bring more fags to change bruh - Herc

[chifelcake]

oak onaodowan

my birthday is soon and i need oak pictures STAT!!!

[mudwerks]

(via TRIUMPH OF HERCULES - Pietro Torrisi)

[theysayalltheworldsastage]

🎵They Say All The World’s A Stage🎵

Hi lovely people 🤍

I wanted to maybe start up a blog where I share my thoughts about whatever is plaguing my mind at any given moment

This may be something that is super inconsistent, or i might post regularly… let’s find out together!! ***

Something that has had such a big impact on my life is The Outsiders. Lets chat about it :)

(^^will probably be a lot of what this blog is LOL)

The Outsiders musical is by far the most brilliant thing i’ve ever seen and would do about anything to go back and see it again. I’ve never been so impacted by something in my life. I could say the same thing about the book as well (which i only got to reading after I saw the show.) *** I also love reading. I love books AND writing.

*** I love films. *** I love music!!! I will listen to almost anything BUT country LOLOL.

*** And that’s just a bit to get to know me!

Stay Gold

xx

[lazycactussart]

"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day."

-Hercules

[anby-lotus]

ONLY GOLD UPDATE 2

The main team has had some upgrades and we got a dog :D

were currently in Camelot and here are all are playable servants

[chungledownbeamcannon]

AND THEN ALONG CAME

⛈️ ZEUS⛈️