golden boy

amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance:

//Another Armand for Inktober. I found the reddish-brownish ink sitting on my shelf and thought d throw it into the mix. And why no use some goldleaf whilst I’m at it? The whole picture is TINY and intended to be a sketch only, but I think it turned out pretty enough for a first try.
WHY DIDN’T ANYBODY TELL ME THAT (K)INKTOBER WAS A THING?! Be prepared!
PS: The outfit is something I’ve had in mind for a long time. It appeared in one of my RPGs with my Louis and was stuck in my head ever since.

Day 1 Kinktober

yureiyume:

Day 1 of Kinktober: Aphrodisiacs

Pairing: Marius x Armand

Warning: NSFW-ish

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“Master…”

Gently, tentatively, there were lips on his; experimental pecks that soon transformed into an open-mouthed invitation. This was their first kiss, tongue slipping into Amadeo’s mouth, rewarding him with a taste of copper that soon melted into a honeyed elixir. Oh, how he had wanted this.

“Amadeo.His lips had not moved, but Amadeo still heard him, the voice all the more intimate within him. He gasped at the heightened sensations, every touch magnified by the electric pulses of the Blood working its way throughout his veins. 

He moaned, eyes closing as he reluctantly let those luscious lips remove themselves from his own and work down to his exposed neck. At some point, they had moved to the bed, his body sinking into the firm softness beneath him. 

Such loving kisses against his neck, tongue lapping at his flesh as it had previously pleasured his mouth. And then, the sting of sharp teeth penetrating his unmarred skin: a fleeting sensation that uncoiled itself into the bottom of his loins, building up hardness where he desired release.

“Oh, Master…”

As he reached up to grab onto the man on top of him, the lights bled into each other, much like the colors on Marius’ unfinished painting only a few feet away. He felt it slipping through his fingers, the tangibility of the dream dousing him in an unfettered happiness he had not experienced in centuries. 

He was being lifted farther and farther away from his vision; reality and dream forcibly coming undone before him. And as if reliving his initial separation from Marius once more, Armand awoke to darkness.

Amadeo and Riccardo

amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance:

//The boys, obviously well behaved. Marius better be proud.

“Good was above all kind; it was to be gentle. It was to waste nothing. It was to paint, to read, to study, to listen.”
Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand

Riccardo by @the-savage-nymph-art/ @musica-artium-optima-est
Amadeo by @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance

//Both outfits are sewn by me. Pardon the quality of the selfie.

Gallery

malisvaart:

the boys at Marius’s palazzo

Gallery

moral-cipher:

rose gold: colour board for armand and bianca (for @perladivenezia)