#goldenram

Ardyn spots the man from across the room, his brows raising slightly. This man was incredibly pretty, and Ardyn likes pretty things -- which is why he’s at the latte art competition, ready to compete.

Well, maybe he’s here to drink free coffee and people watch. Art has never been a major skill of his, at least not that he can remember; being two thousand years old often involved forgetting the finer details of your life.

✨ Born from fire, Aries leads. Bold like Ares, swift like thought. This artwork draws on the myth of the Golden Ram — a symbol of rescue, speed, and divine mission.

🔮 Mythographia Forecast: This is your ignition point. Take the lead. Your courage will shape the path ahead — even if no one’s walked it yet.

Let the stars roar through you.

🖼 Alt Text: A retro folk-art depiction of Aries, inspired by Greek myth and papyrus star maps.

“ ... Am I really so inept at something so simple like a child’s flying toy..? “ 

SOME OLD ONE (NOT ACCEPTING)

@goldenram​ sent:  “ i know you’re there . i can sense you . ”

“ Haha. “

Wandered into the the tunnels under Yesteryear for curiosity Ogata happened to come across this guy. He doesn’t exactly mix into surroundings, not with a hair like that. It seems like both of them were taking a moment of rest before continuing in or out. Still, although Ogata had chosen not to join his company, it turns out he might have to as the guy seems to be one of the people able to sense presence or whatever.

INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE;

          It was unusual seeing a woman, especially a beautiful one, frequenting parts of the island which Daryun himself wished he could avoid. An unfortunate coincidence that the one place he’d found to sell a palatable ale was located in the lesser savoury parts of the Red District. 

          Regardless, years absent from the King’s Court had not dampened his manners and Daryun stepped aside as he heaved open the door, awaiting her to cross the threshold first.

❝ If I may be so bold. ❞ Spoken in a soft rumble Aaravos gently grasps a slim wrist and takes special care with his inspection. Ghosting fingers up and down old scars in a cautious manner almost as if he fretted over breaking the skin. ❝ What reason have you for these? One mishap and it would mean your demise. ❞