#team gold

[radicalsansa]

Even though Vizzy T did say Rhaenyra was to be his heir, that actually means fuck all cause he didn't pass that motion into law.

Usually when you say the "word of the king" or the "kings word" you're actually refering to the law, not literally what the king has or does say.

[sunfyredefender77]

it’s been a while but i still cant believe she betrayed him after everything that happened

[paulteamgold]

Preppy Gold mind and Preppy gold style. Being on Team Gold means we smash everything we do, on and off the field!! 💪 Join the team bros!

[matthewgold32]

W O R K O U T

Good bros workout

Good bros never skip leg day

Good bros want to feel their muscles flex

Good bros drink their protein

Good bros workout with their team

Feel the gold envelop you

Feel the gold slowly transform you

Feel the gold make you shiny

Feel the gold take over your mind

Once you accept being a part of The Golden Army there's no turning back.

Let your thoughts go

Let your mind be flooded by images of your bros working out

Pumping iron

Flexing muscles

Exuding golden pheromones

C'mon bro...

U wanna be dum like me, right?

U wanna pump iron like me, right?

U wanna be gold like me, right?

Join da team and be dum like us ✌️

[polo-drone-086]

Fisher Gold #86 is erased. Only polo-drone-086 remains.

Join us.

Join the hive.

Become a polo-drone.

Got converted by @brodygold

[polo-drone-001]

Awakening of Ezan

Seduction of Gold

The evening was quiet in the team’s office. Percival lingered in the storage room, his shirt damp from the lingering heat of the day, a bead of sweat tracing the curve of his jaw. As he moved dusty boxes aside, something caught his eye—a luxurious golden thobe, shimmering softly in the low light, lying across an old crate.

His gaze lingered, transfixed by the decadent fabric, each glint of gold hinting at something rich, something powerful. Without knowing why, he reached out, feeling the silkiness under his fingers. It felt alive, pulsing, calling to him in a way that made his pulse quicken. Unable to resist, he stripped off his shirt, his chest heaving, the anticipation sending sparks down his spine as he slipped the thobe over his bare torso.

The golden fabric slid across his skin, molding itself to him, embracing every curve and contour. It was almost as if it was becoming part of him. Percival exhaled, a shiver of pleasure running through him as he felt the fabric tighten around his chest, his abs, each inch seeming to awaken under its touch. His skin tingled, his senses heightened as if something within him was waking up—a hidden power, long forgotten.

Transformation of Flesh

With each breath, a slow, burning warmth spread from his core, igniting his veins. He looked down, watching in awe as his muscles swelled and thickened, each curve and line becoming harder, more defined. His chest rose, broader, his biceps stretching the golden fabric as it hugged him in all the right places, perfectly molding to his powerful form.

The thobe felt like an extension of his body, caressing him with each movement. His pulse raced as the transformation took hold; his pale skin darkened, deepening to a rich, sun-kissed bronze that seemed to glow in the low light. The sight of it turned him on in a way he’d never felt before—this new version of himself felt hotter, rawer, more intense. A faint, masculine scent, earthy and spicy, began to emanate from him, making him breathe it in deeply, savoring the intoxicating allure of his own body.

“God…” he whispered, his voice a deep, throaty rumble that caught him by surprise. He reached up, running his hand over his chest, feeling the strength of his pecs, the new roughness of chest hair that had sprouted, as if to claim his masculinity in full. His nipples hardened against his touch, every nerve alive, every brush of the golden fabric sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

In the mirror, he saw his face change—his jaw became stronger, his features deeper and more defined, his hair turning dark and thick. His eyes shifted to a dark, alluring brown, full of mystery, while his beard grew in, dense and dark, framing his face with a rugged, masculine edge. He could hardly recognize himself—and yet, he felt more himself than ever.

A new name whispered in his mind, as if echoing from another life. “Ezan,” he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence. He flexed his muscles, feeling his new strength, his body buzzing with raw, untamed energy.

The Power of Ezan

Feeling unstoppable, Ezan strode onto the field, the night air cool against his skin, contrasting with the fiery heat within him. His old jersey stretched tight across his broad chest, muscles pushing against the fabric, making it cling to him in a way that highlighted every curve, every bulge of his body. Every step he took exuded confidence, each stride a showcase of his power.

The rest of the team turned, eyes drawn to him. They couldn’t look away—their jaws slack, captivated by his transformation. His presence filled the space, magnetic, his aura a mix of dominance and seduction. He could feel their stares, their envy, their fascination, and it fueled him. He wanted them to look, to see what he had become, to feel the pull of his power.

As he moved on the field, he felt the thrill of control, of owning every movement, every breath. His muscles tightened with every kick, every leap, his body moving with a fluid strength that was as graceful as it was raw. Each glance he cast to his teammates held a promise, a hint of something more. He was Ezan now, a leader, a force of nature, and his teammates felt it.

The final play was his, and he reveled in it—the power surging through him as he took the shot, the satisfaction of the goal. His teammates surrounded him, their eyes shining with admiration, submission, and awe. He owned this moment, and he wanted them to feel it, to understand that this was only the beginning.

With a smirk, Ezan looked at his teammates, feeling the heat of their stares, sensing their curiosity. “Ready to see what power looks like?” he murmured, his voice low, inviting, knowing they couldn’t resist the pull of his new, golden strength.

[polo-drone-025]

I made the team! Hey there bros, I'm Liam Gold, number 25 and your new left fullback! I can't wait to get to know you bros and feel GOLDEN!

Special thanks to my bro @brodygold for recruiting me and getting set-up with my new name and my new uniform! Love ya bro!

[ancestraldemons]

The Offensive line of Team Gold's new football team

[olympianhotties]

Trévor Clévenot - France - Volleyball

Paris 2024 | Gold

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Team Gold

King Aegon II Targaryen • Sunfyre the Golden • Lord Larys Strong

Since Team Green is practically nonexistent at this point.

[radicalsansa]

Jaehaera bites. Aegon is proud.

[dancingdaffodils08]

This’ll be my last time talking about this show because it’s honestly not worth it. The Hightowers/Targtowers are not complex characters and fighting for your life defending them is really weird. I’m not saying you can’t enjoy them, I really enjoy Alicent as a character but pretending like they aren’t horrible people is just crazy. Going so far as to shame the way an actor looks for a “haha we’re so much better.” moment is embarrassing and pathetic. This goes for tb as well. The show isn’t perfect but I used to really enjoy it, the fan base has completely ruined it.

[paulteamgold]

It’s simple bro, you’re like…half body and half brain, so, let the jersey think for you, let cap think for you, and then you’re all body, which means you can muscle up real fast, means you can have bros, means you can focus on the important shit.

[matthewgold32]

Dis puppy bein silly for mah golden bros after da gym. U guys wanna hang n party?

[raebaekaedae]

SCWR Short: “Diamond in the Rough”

Series: SCWR Shorts Rating: PG-13 (Foul Language) Takes Place: During Volume 1, between Episodes 3 and 4 Summary: (1,589 words) “After an unforeseen schedule change, Haddy finds himself with an afternoon off. Deciding to use his time wisely, he tries to navigate the confusing halls of Beacon Academy to find a weapons lab to tune up Sleigh... instead, he finds two of his classmates...”

Why must Beacon Academy be set up like a maze? Never in his life did Hadrian think he would ever miss the rigid, overly organized, structured planning of Atlas… but here he was, turning corners in vain as he wandered around like an idiot. All he wanted to do was tinker around with his rifle, but that meant having to find the Weapons Lab, which was hidden away somewhere within the bowels of the Huntsman Academy…

It was a Friday, but his afternoon classes had been canceled after Mrs. Heather and her assistant, Mr. Port, were called away to deal with a minor grimm attack outside the city. Robyn and Ryder were playing videogames in their shared dorm and Monroe claimed she had some errands in Vale that needed attending, leaving just after lunch. So, he was free to finally roam and explore, deciding that the first thing on his list was to try to buff out some of the scratches on Sleigh’s stock.

After finally finding a holographic map that he could download to his scroll, Haddy could navigate to his target… on the fifteenth floor. No wonder he couldn’t find it. 

Opting out of the stairs, Hadrian stepped out of the elevator and into the hall. It was the same as every other hallway in Beacon, but the classroom doors were spaced further apart from one another. He peeked into the first open door he saw, finding a large, open training room with a complex, aerial obstacle course; that could be fun to try out later. With a smile, he continued on, reading each nameplate as he passed.

As he came closer, he could hear voices in conversation. Hadrian’s shoulders slumped as he quietly sighed, he’d really hoped that he’d have the Lab to himself. It sounded like only two people. If the Lab was as large as the other rooms on this floor, he could probably just sneak in and take a station in the corner.

“... I’m just saying, Golden Boys makes more sense…” one voice said with a very slight, but deeper drawl.

There was a chuckling scoff as the other voice, much more beautiful and smooth, but definitely also masculine, “That could be for any of us. That could be our whole team’s nickname for all we know. Chatterley’s Knights sounds so much more sophisticated.”

“Did you even read that book?” the deeper voice asked, exasperated, seemingly offended by the mere suggestion. 

“Of course not,” the other laughed, “That’s what I have you for…”

There was a brief pause, before the deeper voice flatly said, “You’re trying to distract me, aren’t you?”

“Mmmm… if you lose your train of thought, we can leave.”

By this point, the husky had reached the door to the Lab. It was cracked open, allowing the sound to roam free– and entry if his feet would move– but Hadrian just stood outside dumbly staring at the door with a raised brow. He knew the voices inside, they belonged to one of his quite popular classmates and said classmate’s teammate. However, the tone they were using made him question whether or not they’d welcome him in right now…

The deeper voice purred back, “If that’s your plan… you know so many better ways to make me lose my mind…”

Okay. Nope. He was not doing this today.

Hadrian turned on his heel to walk back to the elevator in embarrassed silence. He hadn’t even taken a step before his scroll went off, the loud cawing of Qrow’s text message alert screaming through the crystal quiet hallway. He froze, tensing up as he refused to turn his head back towards the now silent Lab. 

After a long moment, the deeper voice muttered under his breath, “Shit…”

“You can come in,” the, now embarrassed, softer voice said.

With a short grumble of his own, the dark-haired faunus pushed his way in through the open door, sticking his hands as deep into his pockets as he could as soon as he was inside, letting the heavy door close behind him. A few stations into the Lab were two blond boys. Gene Aurum and Lambert Aur of Team GOLD. Lambert was sitting in a roller chair, his katars disassembled on the workbench in front of him. They were out of his reach as Gene was sitting on the table blocking his view.

Lambert was slightly shorter than Ryder, but almost as lanky as Hadrian. He was very well toned with tight, compact muscle built to dance around foes and deal blows rather than avoid them despite his height. He had his arms crossed against his chest with a thin-lipped frown scowling his face with lines. He had shoulder-length, curly, dusty blond hair that he usually kept tied up in a tiny, high ponytail with the rest flowing down. 

Gene, on the other hand, was drop-dead gorgeous. He was easily the most popular guy at Beacon because of his stunning beauty and charm, not to mention his fighting capabilities. His blond hair was brighter and a tad longer than Lambert’s, usually held up elegantly with a braid or two thrown in. His skin was tanned and flawless. Average height, a body sculpted from marble, and thighs that Ollie would have KILLED for. He usually wore a small amount of makeup to brighten his already stunning face, highlighting his killer cheekbones, jawline, and beautiful amber eyes.

Had Hadrian not found out about “Diamond in the Rough” before he met Gene, he would have died at the mere sight of him. It did make his heart ache just slightly from time to time when he saw him in class though.

Like, seriously, the man looked like how Haddy imagined a male version of Aphrodite would look. 

And that wasn’t even getting into the model of a man’s personality and charm. How could one person be so perfectly beautiful, both on the inside and–

Focus. Bi-panic later. 

He must have been lost in his thoughts a LOT longer than he thought because both of the golden boys were staring at him with crossed arms now. Haddy quickly motioned back towards the door and stammered out, “I was just coming to do some work, but I don’t want to interrupt, so I’ll just be going…”

“Wait!” Gene called, reaching out to stop him, “Uh, would you do us a favor and… not mention this to anyone?”

Lambert scoffed, throwing his head back before he flicked it over to Gene and harshly stated, “Oh c’mon. Of course, he’s gonna tell. He just transferred here, he has absolutely no friends or street cred, no life– I mean, seriously, it’s a Friday afternoon and he’s in the Weapons Lab– and now he has the world’s biggest scoop on the most popular dude in school? We’d be lucky if the whole school, Ozpin included, didn’t know before dinner.”

“A. Ow,” Haddy stated, a little dumbfounded by the blond’s bluntness, “B. Rude. C. I’m not a dick, I’m not gonna out anyone. D. What do you mean no life? You’re here too, and you have a freaking boyfriend you could be out on a date with right now–” Which got a short, hardy laugh out of Gene, “– And E. Why does it matter? Everyone already knows?”

Again, Lambert snorted in irritation, “Wow, you really are new here. Dude, no one knows.”

He felt his brow furrow as he turned to Gene. The handsome blond nodded, agreeing with his boyfriend as he hopped down from the table, “I appreciate that you won’t say anything, but, Lamb’s right. Ru and Doron– our teammates– don’t even know.”

Hadrian stared in disbelief for a beat-and-a-half, almost letting his jaw drop, before he quickly snapped back to reality and explained, “You– You guys do know my dorm is right beside yours, right? We share a wall.”

“Yeah?” Gene replied, confused, “What does that have to do with anything?”

Again, the husky just gaped for a minute before he stated the obvious, “Uh, I live with Monroe.”

He watched in slight amusement as all the color drained from both their faces instantly, realizing that Monroe had probably known for a LONG time about their relationship given her semblance. Lambert quickly stammered out, “Cade wouldn’t say anything! Hell, she didn’t say anything to us.”

“Yeah, but, we share a room with Robyn and Ryder too.”

“Oh shit.”

Hadrian smiled softly, adding, “I know I haven’t been here for too long, but I’ve been here long enough to know that Robyn has an extremely hard time not talking, and Ryder isn’t very good at keeping secrets...”

Lambert ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, “We are so screwed…”

“Um,” the husky added, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure it’s just our class that knows.”

“That would explain why Pygmy stopped hitting on me in second year…” Gene muttered. 

“... And why Doron and Rupert never seem to bother us on a date night…” Lambert added.

With a smile, Hadrian turned back to leave the pair to grapple with the fact that their secret relationship was the worst kept secret in all of Beacon, pausing as he looked back and said, “Oh, and it’s not Golden Boys or Chatterley's Knights, by the way.”

When the blonds looked up, Haddy smirked, “It’s Diamond in the Rough. That’s what we called you guys…”

Without another word, he walked out, catching Lambert’s drawl just before the door closed, “Wait. Who’s the Diamond and who’s the Rough??” followed by Gene’s howling laughter.

[polo-drone-001]

Ezan’s Arrival

From Percival to Ezan, I’ve stepped into something greater—something beyond myself. The Golden Arab within me is awakened, powerful, and undeniable. I wear the gold with pride now, not just as a player, but as something superior, something destined.

To be a Golden Arab isn’t just about strength; it’s a legacy, a presence, a power that shines above all. This is where I belong, where I thrive, under the golden light, ready to lead and inspire. The Golden Army just got stronger. 💛🖤🌟