The Vanguard

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Miguel Ángel Silvestre

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together

[dungeonsndudes]

↳ open for tops

main/fantasy verse. consider: spies/assassins, visiting royals, thieves, etc... ↲

still dressed in all the frills and finery he wore before his court, the king watched with tired eyes as his two attendants darted around his private chambers and finished lighting every candle and torch to fill the darkened room with a warm, glowing light. rather than relaxing though, with the day almost down, he tensed as he noticed something was off; as he noticed someone was there. rather than alerting his attendants, or his guards, as soon as they had lit the last light he cleared his throat and excused them from the room; granting him and his so called guest some privacy.

"i'm not sure what you are doing in here," he spoke plainly, his voice a bit softer so that the guards stationed in the hall outside his door wouldn't hear him speaking, "but there is no point left in hiding." "come out, show yourself and explain what it is you're after."

[ofvanguards]

"Have you ever noticed one of your servants always takes some of your clothes for a couple hours and then comes back and leaves them in the laundry pile like nothing's happened?" Erik's voice is low, playful even. He makes his way towards one of the turning armchairs by the chambers' fireplace, throwing an extra log for some additional warmth. "It's always the undergarments. And it's never the clean ones".

The Sellsword turns around, forcing the seat to turn a couple degrees before he eyes the man up and down. His expression twists into that of disdain. "I thought you were bigger. They said you'd put up a fight". Erik slowly tilts his head to a side, frown darkening his gaze ever so slightly. "Someone believes you're a hindrance to some sort of..." the brunet rolls his eyes, shrugging as he is clearly uninterested in politics. "— they want you out, basically" he rests both hands on the chair's arms, standing to his full height and making his way towards the chamber's window, gazing out. "But I'm such a nice guy, that I'm gonna give you a choice— Disappear for a week or two. Safe, with me— Well, kinda safe" he glances back at the nobleman, a lopsided smirk on his lips. "I get my payment. You come back home safe and sound. Everyone's happy. You then hire me to take down whoever wants you out—" his entire body turns to face the man, hands resting inside the pockets of his slacks to fidget with the blades he's carrying there— making sure they make enough noise for the blond to notice them. "Or, I get rid of you now, discreetly. Well, depending on how fast you can call for help. I get my payment and everyone's happy regardless. Ah— almost everyone".

[dungeonsndudes]

↳ for jonathan alvill or varthos sunbrand, or anyone else you might be feeling

left behind, by his own choice, to watch over the camp rather than keeping vigil ashwyne had taken a man he knew, barely but well enough all the same, into his tent. he was normally the pragmatic of the group. he didn't take unnecessary risks, he didn't trust people often, and he often put the safety of the group, and their things, ahead of his own desires; often but not always. "you know," he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow into a teasing glare as he turned, naked and bared to the other man, to take the blindfold being offered to him. "if you are thinking of using this as a chance to leave me here, waiting for you while you rob us blind, i will hunt you down. you know that right?" he was teasing, for the most part.

his group had left him behind because they trusted him not to do anything foolish but, for once, it was ashwyne's turn to think with his arousal and not his mind. pulling at the ends of the blindfold he had been given, testing the strength of the fabric, the blonde half-elf let out a soft sigh before lifting it to his face. draping it over his blue eyes, completely cutting out his ability to see, he reached behind himself and tied the fabric in a tight knot at the back of his head; his body already responding as goosebumps began to pepper his skin and his flaccid cock began to thicken. "is this how you want me?" he questioned, his head turning to where he thought the other man was.

closed for @ofvanguards

[ofvanguards]

Dark eyes follow the man's figure as he paces back and forth in the confines of his tent. Every now and then, the angle of the light will be just right to create an amber reflection on the man's eyes, akin to those of a night predator. He leans backwards, weight resting on his elbow as he gives the other a momentary frown of his brows— right before he is unable to see anything else. "I would not return your hospitality with thievery" he says with a gruff, rumbling voice, almost hoarse. He is honest, for what it's worth.

Once the other's sight is taken away, Jonathan stands to his full height, breadth and brawn towering over the man's figure, blocking most of the light that cames from the nearby fireplace. Bared, defenseless— it makes the predator inside of him want to pounce and pin the other down onto the ground. Nostrils flare, and he can catch the scent of the other's arousal, as well as the sight of it. "I would say, though, it is unwise to trust a stranger with only four of your senses—" he moves forward, his own garments already laying on the floor. Jon circles the other, standing behind him and barely stretching his neck forward so his chin rests against the half elf's shoulder. "— And if I'm honest... I'd enjoy you hunting me down" he mutters, lips touching the blond's neck, leaving a ghastly, lingering sensation of humidity that warms up when he exhales, immediately cooling down after. "On your knees".

[xringwork]

Life was always easier when you keep things as simple as you possibly can. That was the way it's been working for Oliver, and he had no real reason to change it up now. He wasn't exactly locked on to what Sebastian was saying, but he was in the general ballpark. The fact that he was called 'too pretty' was definitely something that gave him a bit of cause to pause. He had been called a myriad of things in his life, but 'pretty' was never one of those things.

"Stuff like that is for the boss to think about. I just carry out his orders." You don't cross the big man at the top or try to act out on your own. That's the quickest way to find yourself 'dealt with'. He actually found himself in a comfortable position at the moment. He wasn't about to mess that up. "Protection for a man keeping an eye on the others. Huh. I'll have to see what the big man says about that." It was something that made sense in the moment, but he wasn't the one in charge. He did take the bottle before taking out his phone to send a text out.

[ofvanguards]

There was a glimpse of something in the other's features— Sebastian couldn't quite put a finger on it, but it was definitely there, in the slight twitch of his eyes. Was it disbelief? Was it mockery? Hell, for a man that took pride in his ability to read other people, the shop owner surely fumbled an opportunity to read the other man further. "I don't assume you would want to make decisions on your own" he does say after a long pause, almost missing the other's words once his curiosity and hiperfixation had taken his attention span for the last couple seconds.

"This big man does sound like the source of my woes so—" the man shrugs, taking a deep breath before he notices someone standing at the door, trying to check if it was open. They tug at the handle, knock twice, and eventually leave. "— whatever instructions they give you... This store might not look like much but I do want to keep it open, y'know? Sentimental value and all that shit" he crosses his arms over his chest once more, muscles swelling from the motion. He was, indeed, pretty attached to this store. It had put his brother through college and made him a small reputation in the neigborhood. "And if you want to take something worth your time..." he nods towards the charms and pretty things on a cabinet at his right. "Some of those are pricey. I believe there's some silver rings and earrings—" he pauses, green eyes landing on the man's features. "—probably worth more than sixty bucks from the register if you can find someone to melt 'em down".

[savagewilderness]

I put a bit of Marius’ speech at the start of Akasha’s for this one, and I wanted the music to build… because on first watch of the episode, Marius was so different to my imagination I was a little bit discombobulated.

But I rewatched the episode and I loved it because I felt as though Marius’ manner of speaking has a similarity to Akasha’s - like Marius needs to get away here as he feels in himself how he is becoming close to just stopping and becoming stone himself… that’s how I feel it, anyway…?

This music is rubbish, not least as I had 15 minutes to do the 3 improvisations I did today, and this one - WOW there are so many words in it - AHHH - no space for me! Haha.  Anyway, here it is!

She, she, she, it is she It is often she And in the old songs and in the long nights She holds him in the softness of her arms In her arms that are open in her arms that are wide That are open, that are always, That must always be open. And in the old ways And in the old laws, This was arranged All this was arranged And who arranged it? Did Amel? {And in the long nights, and in the soft dark, she is (?????) and that is the answer.} And that is what it means to be loved. {That’s why she lies limp in the straw?} It is Amel. It is always Amel. It is often she (?) {???} Into the land where the dead are kept, Where the dead are worshipped. {And why in the dark? And why (?) And why still here? And why still here as the millennia unfold…} And why the days without number And what am I for? What is this for? And what should Amel do with it if not to answer? And why are they throwing stones?  And why is she curled on the ground? And why is it wound {around her throat}? {And why must she drink? And why … make her? And why with his eyes? And why with his fists?} And in my eyes is desire. why is it desire?  {How do you know it’s desire?} And why does he tell her what God has said? And why Amel in their mouths? And why must my voice be smooth? And why must I sing so low? And why is she kept? Why must she be kept?  And why in this place must she be kept? And what does it mean if you are not asked? And what does it mean if you are not answered? And what is it to see and to know, but to be told… You have not seen, you have not known And why is her tongue cut out? And why is her death prolonged? And when will it stop? And who will stop it? And why must they, must we, must I, must he, must they, as the millennia unfold? Why the girl curled? Why her eyes lowered?  Why on the side of the road?  Why limp in the straw? I am the girl! I am the god! I am the voice!  I am the song!  I am the night!  And I can answer!  I can arrange it!  I can say rise, and I can say speak!  And I am her!  And I am she!  And I-I-I-I-I am the answer!

[swoledadenergy]

Glimpses of disappointment on Arthur's face registered in his peripheral vision, but Seb had no time to do anything with it. He felt the conversation move on, quickly jumping to a different topic. The moment gone, fleeting. He should have caught it more quickly, but there was no fixing it now.

Instead, he smiled. "Godiva only likes singing of love. Battles beget war, and war is depressing, Arthur." He said. "Love is, by all measures, a much better topic for music. Now, memory! That's a thing that loves knows all to well, for what is grief if not an extension of memory. And grief is, everyone knows, another face of Love." His words flowed like improvised lyrics, and by the end, he was rather prideful of his musings.

"But yeah, about that walk..." He let it linger in the air, open ended, unfinished. Staring straight into Arthur's face with a soft tenderness to his look.

[ofvanguards]

"Oh but what is love if not war, and what is war if not love?" he smiles, actually having a point there. "They both call for belonging, obession and violence— they can both bring peace to turmoil, and quiet down before a storm erupts" he smiles widely, following (or, attempting to, at the very least) the other man's prose. Arthur wasn't entirely philosophical that often, but even he knew there was beauty in violence, quietness in renewal, sadness in waiting, and misery in affection.

"We're not walking" he says as-a-matter-of-factly, brows furrowing slightly before he tugs at the bard's arm, as if encouraging him to set the pace. "I promise I'm not guiding you to another moldy and humid atelier. I was wanting to go to the market, actually— I need supper" Arthur changed positions, walking around the bard's larger frame to stand in front of him now, hands resting on the other man's hips and the distance between them mere inches. "It's peach season, and I've been craving a cheese tart with peaches for months. Please join me for supper".

[mysteryoflovc]

Arthur's laugh is music to his ears and he can hardly resist the urge to keep kissing him. To press him against the wall and take what they both want from each other. They're pressed so close to one another that all he can see is Arthur. Everything else has gone all fuzzy around the edges. "Hold the bucket for me? Romantic." Otto scoffs out a laugh as he cups Arthur's jaw to press a kiss to his cheek. Just sweet and chaste because he is trying to focus. "You just want to see my naked. You'll take it any way." Otto teases him but there's soft laughter from his lips as Arthur kisses him. The squeeze to his hand feels final and he nods swallowing down the ache. "Wherever I go?" Otto feels pleased as he finally steps out with him and he laces their fingers together. He can feel the eyes on them as he leads Arthur towards his teams tent. You could still hear the ongoing celebrations. "Would you like to come out with us to celebrate? I know you will." Ottavio murmurs, "Belgian nightlife is surprisingly good." Otto keeps talking so he can attempt to ignore the flash of cameras.

[ofvanguards]

"I've seen you naked plenty of times, Otto. Don't threaten me with a good time" He mutters before they finally come out. There is a moment of silence, but it's nothing that Arthur isn't familiar with— throughout his life, he's had to Come Out several times. To his family. To his friends. To his employers. To people that thought they had a shot with him— this was just a bigger crowd, and as a teacher he was pretty familiar with those. But in this moment? He only has eyes for Otto.

"What makes you think a boring history teacher will want to go party like crazy to god knows where?" he says with a wide smile, standing in front of the other so Otto only has to focus on him, and can safely ignore everything in case he feels overwhelmed at some point. "Of course I'd want to come. I'm a teacher so god knows I need something strong to drink" the brunet chuckles, licking his lips as he finally glances around. "Hey—" he pauses "—if you want to make headlines tonight, maybe we should kiss. That'll give them some nice photos for the front page. What do you say?"

[brokensa1nts]

Jackson took in a breath when his mouth was free. He felt the burn of his lungs. Though it did not compare to the burn in his gut. Licking his lips he smirk tasting the salty sweetness that was Erik. He stood watching Erik wondering just what his man wanted with him now. He had ideas of what it could be. and all of them send electricty to his dick.

[ofvanguards]

Erik was seldom a gentle lover. He knew what he wanted, and wasn't afraid to get it, no matter whether his lovers hated him after he ghosted them or not— and yet, the moment he saw Jackson standing, his cock hard as a rock, he couldn't help but to smirk at him. "Good boy" he praised the other, a hand grabbing Jackson's chin and cheeks to keep his head in place, whilst the other hand went to stroke the other's shaft. "Obedient" he whispers, thumb running against the slit of Jackson's cock before he pulled him forward, kissing him hungrily to taste himself on those lips.

[ofvanguards]

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[dungeonsndudes]

↳ for skylar blackmane or ethebas thornmane, or anyone else you might be feeling

the human ranger couldn't remember the last time he had a good fuck and as easy as it would have been to just turn over and let the other man have at him, he was stubborn. if the other wanted him he had to earn him. peeling his shirt off, and tossing it into the opened mouth of his tent, henrick sauntered back towards the bonfire in the center of his groups camp. grapping a bit of herbs rolled and bound together that he had left on a log early, he bent forward and lit it with the fire before bringing it to his lips and inhaling deep; the combination meant to help relax his joints and make any pain he felt a bit more bearable.

"come on then," he exhaled, the smoke billowing out of his lips as he turned to face the other; the flickering fire light casting shadows over his muscled form, making him look strangely bigger and a bit more intimidating as they married with the bruises and scars that already littered his body from all the fights he had been in. "we both need release," he taunted with a sniffle, swiping at his nose with his thumb before tossing the burning bundle of herbs into the fire so he didn't have to deal with it anymore, "you need someone to sink into and while i might be willing, i have no intentions of being easy. you want to take me-- then take me. pin me in a fight, right here in the middle of my camp, and claim your prize..." he challenged, bringing his fists up and spreading his legs apart, planting his feet firmly beneath himself; taking on a loose fighting stance. "if you think yourself capable."

closed for @ofvanguards

[ofvanguards]

Skyler is familiar with the game, with the courting. He understands every movement, every stretch of the man's back appearing to be bigger, bolder— stronger. The Battlelord cannot help but to look at him with amusement, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a sheepish fashion. "Did you forget that one time, just a couple hours ago, where I had to slice through a whole pack of kobolds because someone—" Lord Blackmane spoke lowly, standing up to his full height to tower over the man. He bent his neck forward, taking a step closer to the other's figure until he could no longer feel the heat of the bonfire against his skin, but rather the other man's. "—decided it would've been a great idea to take their tiny Hoard?"

Skyler pressed forward, one step at a time, until his chest was firmly pressed against the other man's despite the awkward angle from his fighting stance. "I think I could take you down in maybe three movements" there's no cockiness in his voice— instead, it is silky, alluring. His hands move slowly through the night air, fingers landing on the Ranger's wrists and applying just enough pressure to push them backwards ever so slightly. The Warrior isn't threatening the Ranger. He is, instead, courting him in the way he seems to want to be courted. "Pin you down. Grab your wrists and tie them down with a knot you've never even seen—" he pauses, moving until his lips are now by the man's ear "lift your ass up in the air, part your legs and eat you until your hole quivers, desperate for something bigger".

[sluttymorpheus]

₊˚ෆ Independence Day. He could've been a founding father. What a guy.⭑.ᐟ

[ofvanguards]

I shall hopefully start doing replies tomorrow, but go give Aldric some love c:

[ofvanguards]

Hey guess who made a new muse.

Introducing Aldric Hondham.

Aldric Hondham is a Gilnean Worgen druid who embraced the curse instead of fearing it, finding freedom in the wilds rather than comfort behind city walls. Easygoing, adventurous, and endlessly curious, he believes every road has something worth discovering.

[unzan]

me, a roleplayer: our ship will develop slowly, naturally and realistically

me to me: make them fuck in their first meeting