#team gold

[apocalypticdadlover]

So unbelievably accurate.

P.S I'm so happy to find someone who agrees that Aegon will be gentle. Is it just me, or do a lot of people seem to think Aegon would be rough in bed? I've cemented the opinion that this man would never have the heart to be too rough (unless you wanted it)

[sunfyredefender77]

It will always be so ironic to me when people hate Aegon for the same things they praise Daemon for, or when they hate on Helaegon but are the number one Daemyra fans at the same time

[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.

[helaegoncore]

team gold aesthetic ☾ ☀︎

[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.

[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!

[serve-283]

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

Join us.

Join the hive.

Become a polo-drone.

Got converted by @brodygold

[apocalypticdadlover]

Something that I desperately need in my life is to have an edit of the one true King, Aegon II Targaryen, with this song:

If someone does that for me, they would be an angel sent from above!

[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.

[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.

[hudsongold08]

[sunfyredefender77]

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

[radicalsansa]

Jaehaera bites. Aegon is proud.

[helaegoncore]

This is how I'd handled the Helaegon relationship in the series:

1) I would have shown at least one of Helaena's labours, also to make the audience emphatise with her. The one of the twins would have been ideal, to show how young she (and Aegon) were when they had them, but really anyone of them would have been suitable (it goes without saying that I would have already Maelor be born, as in the book).

2) In episode eight of season one, after the timeskip, I would have made mention of the fact that they are supposed to share the same room according to the book - even a hint in one sentence would have been enough. I would have then already introduced the children, at least the twins, even if only to see them play briefly.

3) In episode nine, I would have shown Aegon with the children, and had him have a conversation with Helaena before the coronation instead of wasting unncessary time with the disgusting scene of Alicent, Larys and the feet. I would have perhaps shown how they spent the night together, awake, but without talking to each other, because they were too nervous.

4) I would have shown Sunfyre and Dreamfyre in the first season, and Aegon and Helaena flying over them (even if only after the coronation. And I definitely would have mentioned the name of Helaena's dragon...). I would have had them having their joint coronation, like in the book, with Helaena being crowned as well.

5) As for the second season, I liked the first establishing scene and would leave it exactly like that. But, with the scenes I mentioned before introduced in the first season, and the children already seen and known by the audience, the scene would have certainly been even more meaningful.

6) I would have also had Helaena attend the Small Council, as in the book, when Aegon brings Jaehaerys, so as to give her more screentime with her children before Blood and Cheese.

7) I would radically change B&C. If they wanted to keep Helaena alone in the room, and have Alicent together with Cole (I have a lot to say about this choice but this is for another post), they could at least have included Maelor, and have the scene play out like in the book, for example with Helaena offering her life (and not a necklace...) for that of her children. And I would have Helaena running to Aegon, and not to Alicent, to inform him that they killed the boy.

8) I liked Aegon's revenge and I would leave it like that. Also for the stair scene. But the stair scene alone is not enough! I would insert another scene between them, when they talk to each other, succesfully or not.

Only with a similar deepening, in my opinion, the showrunners could afford to finish the Helaegon scenes in the second episode of the second season. It still would have been little, but at least we would have had an ESTABLISHED and MINIMALLY EXPLORED relationship. And also Helaena defending Aegon and taking his side as she did, after Rook's Rest, would have made even more sense.

[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. 💛🖤🌟