YOUR GUARDIAN DEVIL @devildogwatched - Tumblr Blog

Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that GLEN POWELL? No way, that's MAVERICK LOCKWOOD. The 35 year old man used to be a U.S. MARINE SNIPER. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be FEARLESS & HARD WORKING, but rumor has it they're also HEADSTRONG & CONFRONTATIONAL, which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the WATCHER role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.

#pinned post /

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

jamjjamm

Tylers Owens

#aesthetic /

dorianlover

#aesthetic /

Honey I'm hooooome, rang the sweet bell of the successful raiding party returning home with their spoils of the day. Another successful day of watching over some experienced, some helpless fools alike out on the dangerous run down wasteland. It was a lot more up close than his not-so-long-ago days in the Marines when he used to be an urban sniper, but war has changed. Still, there has never been a time where a trained eye and unerring aim is so needed. Bringing home the bacon & booze, so to speak, Maverick struts in with the rest of the raiding party, all smiles and upturned chin. His bag is packed fucking full of clinking glass bottles, a merry jingle as he walks by that lets everyone know he's got the good stuff. It is taken away by the survivors working the kitchen, to be stored away in the group's storage stash, but not before Maverick slipped in his own little treat. From storage, it is just short walk around the office building until he's in the makeshift infirmary where his favorite doctor's on duty at this time. Well, there's only two of you, so it's kind of a toss up, but hey, let him charm ya like that.

Barging in by pushing the door open with his booted feet, then walking in with hands behind his back looking mighty innocently suspect. "Ayy, Doc..." wiggle of his brows lets him know he's up to no good. "I'm losin' lotta, lotta blood. I need a, uhh, I dunno, fluids? real bad. Git the shot glasses ready, stat!" Hands coming into light from out behind him, unveiling a Jack Daniels whiskey bottle--big one, too. Figured they'd shop in bulk from the stores, that normally goes unsold. Jack was pretty standard fare back in the day, but in the apocalypse, it may as well be liquid gold. "Just what the doctor ordered."

@lastofethan

#ic /#lastofethan

eurodynamic

ETHAN PAGE WWE NXT No Mercy 2024

#aesthetic /

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

stayinaltin

closed starter / @devildogwatched

the newsroom seemed to be busier than usual tonight. most spaces around each fire pit weren't open. so, it was a surprise when he found a newer face settling beside him. drew's eyebrows raised when he noticed the cowboy hat sitting on the man's head. that in addition to the flannel covering his broad torso gave strong cowboy vibes. given their location it wasn't a complete surprise. "where's your horse?" there was a grin forming on his face after asking. drew didn't normally speak to people around here. this man interested him, though. it also helped that he was nice to look at. the man had a strong jawline that was decorated in stubble. drew could already imagine himself brushing his lips against it, even if this wasn't the time or place.

devildogwatched

Dinner time around the... suspiciously indoors fires that this survivor group had set up on the building, he takes a seat on just about whichever spot by the fire is available, with his plate in hand ready to get a serving. They worked hard for this shit. Treacherous lands between here and the nearest not-plundered sources of foods. Canned goods, mostly, but it'll do. Settling in next to the strangers, he raises a brow at the man remaking his appearance. "Oh, my horse's long gone by now." While this was the set-up for his tease, it was true, actually. Maverick had a family horse back home. Who the hell knows what's become of the family, the home, and the damn horse now. "That just means the position's open. You could be the next one I'll mount, if y'wanna." Unabashedly flirting by the fire, putting that strong jawline to work as he grins right back. A wink and a click of his cowboy tongue, hoping to fluster the pretty curly boy. "Oh, I promise not to use the spurs, 'less you like it that way."