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"I know I can do as I like." Jac almost purrs in enjoyment, both from feeling Olivier's fingers in his hair and the words the prince all but mewls aloud. There weren't many restrictions to what he was able to do as prince. As Jac saw it, the only true reason he hasn't acted as heinously and pompously as he'd like was due to his father. Upsetting the captain of the guard seemed inconsequential compared to upsetting the king.

"That is a lovely thought, isn't it?" Of course, this didn't always stop Jac in doing as he'd like. At the very least, it didn't stop him from doing who he would like. His hand reaches up to hold Olivier's hand against his head. The High Priest's words stirred something away in the prince. Perhaps he had been hungry after all. "And in my thoughts, you wouldn't even need to remove your hand from its place either. The captain might even ask you to pull harder after each strike." He winks.

"You know you can just do as you like. Who is going to stop you? Sure etiquette is fine and all but the whims of a handsome prince. Who can deny those?" Olivier steps closer and gently combs his fingers through the prince's dark hair, petting him fondly. The beautiful prince was alluring even for a High Priest, some High Priest he was though, less so wise as he was cocky and hungry to show off his magic for the shock and awe of the things he knew.

"Oh you want him to punish us? Hand in hand together or you want me to watch? You can watch as he does me." Olivier laughed as he whispered back leaning against him the other as the sun beat down on them. "I doubt they will send anyone to fetch us, the dinner wasn't very formal at all."

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"Only if he keeps the gauntlets on. Can't expect a man of that caliber to perform his greatest without his prized instruments." Jac couldn't help but grin at feeling the fellow prince's hand trace across his back. The movement felt effortless, Jac's skin yearning for more of the fellow prince as his fingers continued to dance along each bend and bow of his back. Jac's grin seemed to widen, growing for as long as Sebastian's fingers lingered against the stretch of skin. "Besides, I'm certain you would enjoy seeing me finally reprimanded."

Jac's eyes had been trailing across Sebastian's body, taking in the other prince's body and even more impressive cock beside him. If Sebastian's words weren't enough to rouse a reaction out of Jac, his sudden and unopposed touch on his skin certainly did. It gave the Umorian prince a rise to return the gesture, Jac's hand making it's way to smooth itself across Sebastian's thigh. Meanwhile a different kind of rise began to be seen in between his legs. "Funnily enough, I am getting hungry."

"That's because you have no concept of time when you're lazy." Prince Sebastian drawled over at the other as he shifted himself ass he laid out on seat himself- it was nice to have a brief moment of peace among a life of heavy burdens and meetings, expectations. His eyes dipped down Jac's naked and slightly damp body with a tilt of his head. His own stretching out lazily, like a cat. A hand slipping up behind his head, the pale beauty's muscles as if he was carved for some artist out of marble and his impressive cock laying against his stomach as he tilted his head towards the other with an arch of his eyebrows.

"Oh? Hoping he lands a few harsh hits on that ass of yours? Till you promise to be a good little prince for him?" The was utter amusement in Sebastian's voice at that, a gentle hum dancing though his tone as he felt a smirk dig into his cheek at that chuckle. 'I'll admit he is quite handsome. An idle hand reached out to brush down along Jac's bare spine lightly with a tilt of his head. "I suppose there's no harm in being a little late."

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Even as a grown man, Jac still felt the strong sense of hesitation in his gut he'd often feel as a child growing alongside the endless groves of trees in Umoria. The familiar feeling giving him pause as he feels the trees around them, gazing. Their weathered trunks surrounding the two men staring in judgement and disapproval as Jac feels the merchant's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't tell me your scared, Murai." Jac couldn't help but tease the merchant. His own hand reached up to hold Murai's hand, Jac's smooth fingers wrapping around the merchant's and guiding him besides the prince. He faces Murai, a curious smile spread across his face as he asks, "After a few minutes, the voices cease being frightening."

Jac takes a step deeper into the haunting woods, curious of the sounds they were hearing, curious of the other man's courage. "Do you trust me?"

murai had no idea how they got roped into doing this in the first place. one moment they were cleaning up their stalls and the next moment they were running after the prince into the deep wood of umoria. the air around them constricted and expanded oddly. murai felt oddly breathless as they followed the prince despite not doing anything strenuous aside from walking blindly.

"i do." the forest was full of whispers. murai's hearing picked up one or two things, a greeting and another one an urge to make them leave. they glanced around distractedly, shifting feet to feet from uneasiness. there was a reason murai never dared to step foot into the forest. they were decidedly blessed by magic but that didn't mean they refused to be cautious around the yet unknown. "i hear everything, your highness," murai murmured, reaching out to put a placating hand on the prince's shoulder. "maybe... we should head back?"

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"You could learn a thing or two from me, witcher." Jac retorts in jest, his posture changing to entice Teucer more. His hands coming to support himself from behind as the prince leaned back. The stubborn habit of displaying his body in a form of stretch being quite a difficult one to kick while in Teucer's company. "If you're as addicting as you say, I might keep you as my own."

"Wouldn't that be wonderful? A private chamber to house you in, drape you in finery and covered in... pearls." A glint of mischief twinkles in Jac's eyes as they linger along the witcher's pink lips.

"A witcher on his knees... That would be a scandalous sight in and of itself, ser. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement? I tend to my guest's needs now and you can replicate it the best you can with your collection."

Teucer couldn't help but to chuckle as he heard the boy's words. A small smile making it's way onto his lips as he regarded the beautiful boy. "As strategic as always, Your Highness." Teucer says with a playful tone in his voice.

The arcane archer let out a chuckle as he heard the flirtatious words. "Lets see. Cons? Others, if seen, would be jealous of both of us. For we are both attractive individuals." Teucer says with a grin as he boldly leans down to whisper into the suntanning prince's ear. "Second con? You just might get addicted to me. And a prince running around with a lowly witcher? That would be quite the scandal."

The witcher winked as he righted himself, his lips never leaving from the cocky grin. "Of course...Said witcher can also leave you weak in the knees. Whether you desire to be on top or the bottom. I may be lacking what most men would have between their legs, but I have quite the extensive...Collection to replicate it." Teucer says with a smirk.

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When Doss woke up, he was riding in a covered wagon. The tapping of rain sounding on top of the cow hide stretched above. He just had a dream. He dreamt it had been his birthday! In the dream, he was a small child, playing a game of knights and dragons. Amongst a haybale in the village, the children gathered. "Oh, sweet seer, we have finally found you! The kingdom can't wait to meet you!" The children celebrated! Throughout the small village they ran, hand in hand with the seer. Finally, Doss got back on the wagon and waved goodbye.

When Doss woke up, he was riding in a worn down wagon. The sound of a rickety wooden wheel, loud as it careened along the journey. He just had a dream. He dreamt it had been his birthday! In the dream, he was nearing adulthood, playing a game of dice. As his predicted wager is cast across the floor, a hand reaches behind him. "Oh, sweet seer, we have finally found you! The law can't wait to meet you!" The gambler celebrated! Throughout the port he ran, hands catching the wind but not the seer. Finally, Doss got back on the wagon and waved goodbye.

When Doss woke up, he was riding in a wagon. The sun beaming into his tired eyes as he watched the winding trail ahead. He just had a dream. He dreamt it had been his birthday! In the dream, he was a man, running from men who ran at the behest of other more powerful men. Amongst the cold bite of the winter winds, ropes bound his feet and hands. "Oh, sweet seer, we have finally found you! The crown can't wait to meet you!" The ranger celebrated. Throughout the snowbanks they walked, hand grabbing the seer's arm. Finally, Doss got back on the nobleman's wagon and the ranger waved goodbye.

When Doss woke up, he was riding in a carriage. The dark of night eclipsing their surroundings, but the trudge of horse hooves could still be heard. He had just had a dream. He had dreamt it had been his birthday. In the dream, he was a tired man, but a man still. Stowed away into a keep, he flinches as the chamber doors open. "Oh, sweet seer, we have finally found you! The lord can't wait to meet you."

"Happy birthday, Doss."

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NOAH CENTINEO THE RECRUIT (2.01)

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"Acting coy about wanting to see me get punished for my actions? My, you have grown." Jac begins to say, his low voice barely masking the jest in his words. His eyes return the crowned prince's gaze, a hesitance to say more as he studied his brother's face. Half brother, as other realms enjoyed in reminding them both. Despite the way of their kingdom, the world still enjoyed their worship of gossip.

Jac often wondered how accession must make a man's mind weighted in worry, leaving the wearer warped and widened. The image of the family crown settling on top of the dark locks of Gethin's black hair, already claiming a curiosity in Jac's mind. A curiosity; and an anguish.

"Oh that he does. Not trying to compete with him with that fuzz around your face, are you?" Jac gives his brother a playful shove. His hand brushes across the short length beard as he continues his jest before settling down besides Gethin. "Let us pray he takes the gauntlets off when he decides to punish us both."

As the eldest brother he was often tasked with keeping after his siblings. One day he would be king, and so authority was a muscle to learn to flex. But Gethin hated it. He hated being the one who had to correct, to keep his siblings in line. So when he saw his brother lounging by the ocean, laid out beneath the golden sun, he smiled and figured...he just wouldn't be. "Yes, but they've already started eating." Geth chuckled, approaching Jac. "So we can be late."

Gethin lowered himself next to Jac. He remembered doing this very same thing when he was younger. Having afternoons to himself to shed his clothes and swim the day away. At Jac's words, Gethin raised an eyebrow. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Gethin smirked, looking down at his brother as he rested his arms on his knees. "He does have quite the presence, doesn't he?" Gethin winked.

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Jac Blaiddwyn | Changeling | Umoria | Prince

about. ✨ face. ✨ body. ✨ usfw. ✨ ask. ✨ opens.

Doss Kip | Seer | Chasque | Servant

about. 💤 face. 💤 body. 💤 usfw. 💤 ask. 💤 opens.

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noah centineo, homosexual, trans male + he, him, his → isn’t that Doss Kip? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of chasque. i hear they’re 29, but they’re also a seer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a a stowaway/ servant. they seem to be hypersomniac & timid, but also skeptical & mysterious. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include bags under the eyes that remain after a full night's sleep, a soft yawn as you stretch across a warm bed, a pair of shadows moving across a canopy of curtains as hazy as the dreams they inhabit. | ian, 28, he/ they, pst + n/a.

birth name - doss kip title - servant(?) age - 29 species - seer affiliation - chasque

gender - trans man sexuality - homosexual romance - homoromantic alignment - lawful neutral positive traits: timid, drowsy, foggy. negative traits: secretive, untrusting, skeptical

hair color: black hair length: short eye color: brown height: 6'2" build: bulky - hunky - wrestler build notable features: tbd.

little bio: (might rework later)

hunted in their village to be a lord's private seer

had been kept throughout different family members of the family

plans their escape and manages to get out of the his captors' grasp

makes his way to the kingdom of Chasque where he hides his ability

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tags go here n.n

「 💤 」 ─── doss (about) 「 💤 」 ─── doss (face) 「 💤 」 ─── doss (body) 「 💤 」 ─── doss (usfw) 「 💤 」 ─── doss (ask) 「 💤 」 ─── doss (starter) interactions ── 「 💤 」 ── w/ muse

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"When it becomes the best course of action, I do enjoy be felled by a another man." Jac sits himself up on his lounging chair, his skin glistening under the rays of the sun. His blue eyes, glowing as he looks up at the witcher, his eyes shaded through his brows yet somehow illuminated still.

"Is that jealousy I sense in your voice, ser?" Jac jokes, chuckling at the witcher's words. "I hadn't known my decisions provoked such lists to be made."

Jac hadn't exactly hid his proud smirk at hearing Teucer's words. Whenever his reputation landed on the ears of someone he knew, the prince was always curious to how people will react to him. Just like there were pros and cons to adding mundane activities to the prince's schedule, so did the decision before adding a notch to his bedpost. "How many pros to cons do you see in us having some more fun?"

Teucer couldn't help but to chuckle at the princes' words. A small smirk on his face as he took in the prince's body as he stretches. "Not in my presence. Well...Unless you desire to be felled, of course Your Highness." Teucer's informality has gotten him in trouble almost as much as his mouth alone, but Teucer has yet to learn how to correct himself or hold his tongue.

Teucer smiled and gave a small bow. "It is my pleasure, sir. As fun as being a witcher is, it never hurts to have something to change the pace of your day and to keep things fresh. Makes you see the pros and cons of the stuff you normally do."

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"On the contrary, Ser Rodrik. I think you'd find the punishment to be indulging me instead." The prince chuckles, turning his body around in the lounging chair. Presenting a bold display of the royal jewels and scepter, Jac smirks up at the kingsguard before adding, "And indulging me greatly, given how imaginative we Blaiddwyns can get."

"Perhaps your can help me in picturing a few specifics?" Jac adds, laying himself down on the lounging chair, his hands coming up behind his head and bending a leg. His knee pointed to the side, giving the Lord Commander ample space for him to sit besides him. "How's that for shy, Ser Rodrick."

When the half-giant had first been enlisted into the kingsguard, he had been charged with protecting the princes at various points in his career. Some made it easy as they made it to where he didn't feel the need to continuously check in on them, but others were a bit more difficult - the newest prince, the young bastard that Gethin had fathered in his youth and had brought to the castle, was certainly one that had gotten under his skin.

Sometimes it was nice to be able to get the chance to enjoy the summers in Oakenhold, hearing the birds chirp in their trees and the woodland creatures chitter throughout the day. Walking down the beach where he knew a couple of his guards were watching one of the princes, Rodrik had just caught the tail-end of the conversation and a hearty laugh rumbled from his chest.

"And how would you want the handsome captain of the guard to punish you?" The Lord Commander of the kingsguard asked, moving to cross his arms over the leathers on his chest, a brow arching upwards. "Don't be shy now, my prince... Indulge me."

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"Any sturdy man can still be felled." Jac begins to say, feeling himself relax more. The prince stretches across his lounging chair, feeling the warmth of the sun touch deeper parts of his toned body. "Even me."

"And I wouldn't mind a man of such strong hand to fall on top of me either." Jac chuckles, turning to face the witcher. "I almost forgot to thank you for your company. Wouldn't want you to think of me as another stuffy royal, now would I."

The witcher's lips tilt up as he heard the other man's words. A chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. "It was a long journey to get here. I doubt they would mind if you took a few extra minutes, your highness." Teucer said with a shrug of his shoulders. The Arcane Archer was keeping a watchful eye. Making sure nothing unsavory was going on.

"The captain of the guard is quite sturdy, is he not? You sure you would be able to handle such a strong hand, Your Highness?" Teucer asked with a small tilt of his head and a cheeky little smirk on the witcher's face.

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone

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open starter 🌳 loc: oakenhold keep - courtyard 🌳 time: in the summer

"Have they come to summon us for dinner already? Feels like I've barely laid down." Jac turns to face the man joining him, enjoying the sun after a dip in the beaches nearby. It was a relaxing day in the Oakenhold Keep. The sun shined brightly overhead and its warmth traveled across the prince's smooth and bare body, wicking up the moisture from the sea. The cooling summer's wind grazed across their bodies as it traveled throughout the courtyard.

"Perhaps we shall join them after a few minutes more." The prince couldn't help a smile as he watches the man seated next to him. Jac leans in close, whispering in a hushed chuckle. "Besides, if we're lucky we can have the handsome captain of the guard to punish us."

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can i have whispers for murai? thank you.

WHISPERS→ our muses start to hear whispers coming from the tree. they stop for a moment to see if they understand.

"Did you say something?" Jac had paused in his tracks. He was joined by Murai for a walk inside the infamous Umoraian forests. Woods steeped in its mystery and superstition. Depending on how deep one walked inside, the shadows from the canopy could grow to be as dark as the trees were tall.

The sound of the prince's feet stepping along the forest floor suffocated in the silence surrounding the two men. His footing along the roots of the large nearby trees tensed as Jac hears another faint murmur above them. "Did you hear it that time?"

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BARRY KEOGHAN Mammal (2016)