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@philancer
25 / male / yes / 7♦️

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My Self-Summary

Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.



Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.

My Future Plans

Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.

My Talents

Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.

My Ideal Partner

I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.

Height 6'1 Body Type broad and muscular Smokes only when casting fire spells Drinks yes Drugs only healer prescribed Sign ...Gemini? Apparently?? Education Garreg Mach Officer's Academy Occupation Noble Paladin Income ... Children dear goddess no Pets Felix Horses Hobbies Reading, cooking, chess, tea, horseback riding, hiking. not dying.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

both, depends on the atmosphere

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

yes

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?

.05 TITS OR ASS

yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

both have their fine qualities

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

yes

Personality Type
Campaigner: ENFP-A

ENERGY

79%

Extraverted

MIND

55%

Intuitive

NATURE

61%

Feeling

TACTICS

61%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

61%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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[abit_ofboth]

[This message is sent around 8:30 in the morning the day they planned to get tea.]

Good morning. I just wanted to let you know that I ended up showing up to the tea house a little early. So I am here if you are available a bit early.

I look forward to meeting you in person and try out some of their options here.

-Loki

[philancer]

[ Sylvain does answer the text - partially because he’s still figuring out how this watch thing works, being a completely foreign concept to him and partly because, well.

He’s really not a morning person. At all.

But he does wander into the tea shop about five to ten minutes later, showing he actually had been almost ready to go, he might have just hurried through his morning routine a little faster than intended.

He’s still yawning, too, looking a little ruffled from sleep, although his hair can look pretty tousled normally.

He glances around, trying to find someone that looked like the image that had come with the messages of the person he’d been conversing with. At least he hoped that’s what he looked like? Maybe they should have come up with a code word or something.

Spotting a head of dark hair, he heads in the man’s direction, hoping he’d found the right person. ]

Loki?

action; garden date

[deferences]

[after helping sylvain struggle through a few back-and-forth messages on the watch, they've eventually solidified a time and place to meet up. as decided, the cloud dwelling garden is probably their best bet; the place will be (mostly) quiet and they won't have to worry about being coerced into doing anything they don't currently want to. (unless, of course, one of them ends up getting too close to an aphrodisiac flower—) which, sizhui's actually keeping in the back of his mind as a reminder, thanks to jin guangyao's warning before.

some things really don't ever change, it seems.

dressed in a blue pullover, black skinny-legged jeans and matching boots with three paper cups in his hands; one is chamomile, another is earl grey and the third is coffee, something he and sylvain had talked about trying before, so he figured why not give it a go now? he's waiting patiently outside the entrance to the garden, hoping the ever-growing crowd won't be too much when sylvain comes to find him.

sure, he could go sit on one of the benches nearby, but he imagines that would make him even less noticeable compared to his standing around while others are milling about. it's a little unsettling, how quickly people appear, and yet he pays them no mind, keeping a keen eye out for the single person he's expecting.]

[philancer]

[ He shows up a couple minutes late, looking a little tousled and out of breath, but he breaks into a grin when he spots someone matching the little image he’d figured out how to see on his watch. Which was still weird, despite the lessons he’d been getting on how to use the damn thing.

Hurrying in Sizhui’s direction, he lifts his hand in a wave of greeting as he approaches, jogging to close the distance. ]

Hey! [ He comes to a stop, resting his hands on his knees as he shoots the other young man a grin and takes a moment to catch his breath. ] Sorry if I kept you waiting. The, uh, elevator was apparently feeling frisky today and kept giving the other passengers ideas.

[ He grimaces, and then glances down to straighten his tshirt - no erotic or graphic logo today, at least, just a plain dark grey. Clearly someone had been trying to get handsy, however, and he’s looking a little rumpled. ]

late january; vr shenanigans

[veardant]

Are you available?

[philancer]

I can be. What's up? Did you need something?

@perfume | text | backdated to 4/4

[eaudevamp]

[ One late evening, a message comes through. ]

Greetings, Sylvain. Let me preface this by saying that I may have something to check off the bucket list.

[ Well, it started as his bucket list, but it has sort of morphed into something that occasionally include Sylvain's. ]

[philancer]

Oh? Consider me intrigued. What are you plotting over there?

Action; After the venn diagram texts

[armwriostle]

Sylvain, open up. I know you're in there, you brat.

[He folds his arms over his chest as he waits in front of Sylvain's door. This guy... He has half a mind to actually show just how submissive and breedable they can be instead.]

[philancer]

[ He's pretty sure he knows exactly how submissive and breedable you can be, Wriothesley. You haven't hidden it when they've played. Or shall they dabble at it again? He's more than happy to remind you.

But for now, the door swings open a moment later with a smirking redhead on the other side. he's dressed in only a pair of sleep pants, hair still damp from a recent shower.

And a completely unrepentant grin on his lips. ]

Come to beg?

Beach Prompt: Parasol Tentacle Fantasy CW: dubcon, d/s, tentacles, altered states, NSFW

[bardische]

[ Wood creaks and splinters under the force of his hold. He's vaguely aware water is rushing in where he's damaged the integrity of the vessel. It doesn't occur to him to wonder if there are others onboard. He doesn't care. There is a storm, and the sailor he wants is in danger.

It's easy to stay balanced and attached, his thick tentacles gripping the hull. The sea is rough, though, and before he can reach him, the red-headed man is tossed into the waves.

The ship no longer matters. Basch tosses himself from the side, back into the general calm of the water. He's quick here, dodging debris, looking for that floating figure. There he is, legs, bobbing in the throes of a wave, balancing on some piece of driftwood.

Two tentacles encircle Sylvain's ankles, yanking him down into the water as another reaches to secure his chest. He pulls the man down against him, cradling his too-cold body as he fishes in the satchel at his waist for a small knot of seaweed. ]

Eat this [ he says, pressing it to Sylvain's mouth. The sounds are likely garbled, but the weed will give the human the ability to breathe beneath the waves and hear Basch more clearly. ]

[philancer]

[ It happens so fast it makes his head spin. The storm that had seemed to come up out of nowhere, waking him in his bunk as it tossed the vessel about on angry waves.

At least… he thinks that’s what happened. It’s all kind of a blur, actually, and he has the very real threat of trying not to drown in the meantime, desperately clinging to a piece of driftwood with waning strength as he’s battered by stormy waves.

And then something drags him under, something wrapped around his legs and pulling him down, down, deeper, as he struggles, chokes on water, not having had enough time to drag in a lungful of air. It infuses him with a sense of panic, this familiar feeling of drowning, of not being able to drag air into his lungs, even as a flash of lightning cuts across the sky somewhere far overhead.

But before his lungs can give out, something is shoved into his mouth, something salty and stringy. It tastes foul on his tongue, but his body isn’t working right. Or something pins his heavy limbs in place, he can’t actually tell. And whatever is pushed into is mouth is held there until he has no choice but to swallow.

The taste doesn’t get any better, but instead of choking for air, he’s suddenly choking on a mouthful of water, the pressure gone from his lungs as he hears what he thinks is a voice murmuring nearby.

But that’s impossible. Isn’t it? Is he already dead? ]

Pirates the Sequel - cw dub con, sub/dom, related

[bardische]

[ Three days has passed since their meeting. Sylvain had laid in Basch's lap a good long while after their coupling, letting the older man pet and stroke him to lulled submission. Eventually, Basch had extricated himself, making sure attendants took Sylvain to his own quarters, where he could bathe and eat and lounge and do just about anything other than leave the floor.

And then he had made himself scarce. Tended to business, ate out with friends, grinned at questions of his purchase but revealed nothing.

When he returns to the floor Sylvain is on, it's with no preamble, though he has told the attending staff to be scarce. He knows which wines have the affect of making Sylvain needy, should he need them. ]

Pet [ he calls, cheery ] Where have you gotten off to?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain has been going out of his mind.

He'd never been one to deal well with idleness well and now was no exception, especially since he found himself some pampered sort of prisoner with no real freedoms to speak of. He couldn't leave, he couldn't get word to anyone outside of this place. While the servants saw to his every need, his requests and attempts at conversation garnered no attention or response.

He felt like a ghost.

And there'd been no sight of the man who'd 'bought' him. Something he's irritatingly relieved about for the first two days, but the longer he's trapped here, the longer the isolation sets in, he begins to suspect that even that man's return would be better than being trapped and invisible.

Still when he hears that voice, he jolts in alarm, immediately bracing in wary caution, eyes fixed on the direction that voice had come. Just because he was relieved someone had remembered he existed didn't mean he was eager to come face to face with his owner again. ]

text / @neonsorcerer

[silicone]

Hey handsome - you want to help me figure out some birthday plans for someone extra special?

[philancer]

Birthday???

Hair beads

[bardische]

[ It's been long enough since they arrived that both their hair has gotten longer. Basch has never worn it this long; not with strict military protocols. Maybe that's why he's let it stay. It's a distancing from that past life and something he associates with this one.

Nami has started to teach him how to put small braids in it, both to keep the worst of it from his eyes and to look nicer. He may not be much for fashion, but he finds the ritual of doing it himself or receiving the hair care to be soothing. So, it's only a matter of time before he wants to share it with Sylvain.

He just...keeps getting nervous to bring it up. There's no real reason why, just and old sense that what he thinks would be nice may be awkward.

But, finally, one late morning that Sylvain has stayed over and the two are getting ready but with no real rush to be anywhere, Basch works up the courage. ]

I have something for you, and I won't be offended if it isn't something you want.

[ He goes and gets a simple wooden box with a flower carved on top -- something else he made -- and opens it to show Sylvain an assortment of wooden beads. Most are simple and round, but a few are small flattened medallions, one clearly bearing a fox. ]

I thought I could braid them into your hair. If you'd like.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain pauses in buttoning up his shirt, glancing over when Basch speaks up and arching an eyebrow at the ridiculous possibility of ever turning down a gift from the other man. Especially when he knows how much thought frequently goes into such a thing.

But he follows the man over all the same, peering over his shoulder and down into the box. He doesn’t understand what he’s looking at until Basch adds in that last part and then he’s blinking down at the beads. And then over at his lover. ]

You want to… braid my hair?

[ His own hair has certainly grown longer in his months here - it had been on the long side even before his arrival, what with the war and all, and he’s let it continue in his time here. It’s nowhere near as long as Felix’s just yet, but certainly long enough now that he’s occasionally drawn it back off his face in a bun at the back of his head, or fastened the sides back with a clip he’d gotten in one of the shops.

He hadn’t really considered this as an option, but he reaches down to pluck up the little fox medallion with a growing smile. ]

You know how to do that?

text | un: alcazarzaray

[indigently]

Sylvain, it's Kaveh
I was thinking about what you said that time before and
anyway, I don't suppose you're free?

[philancer]

[ Uh-oh. ]

I can be here in a few minutes.

What's happened?

Pirates Part 3 (cw: sex slave play, master/pet nsfw)

[bardische]

[ They stayed late at the event, though mostly because Sylvain was weak and Basch was in no hurry to have the man out of his lap. They fucked a few more times -- hands, mouths, cock; it didn't matter. Whatever Sylvain wanted. Basch kept him close, focused on him, cradled in his lap and so clearly his.

When they finally left, both were on wobbly legs. Basch led Sylvain home slow and patient, and instead of depositing the man in his guest chambers, he took him back to his private room. This room was less lushly adorned than the rest of the house; simple, with furniture from a distant land. Basch leaned Sylvain against the bed, gently undressing him and proceeding to give him a sponge bath for the worst of the night's mess, then settling him into the soft linens. After stripping and doing the same for himself, he climbed in beside the exhausted, dazed beauty, arms guiding him back to his hold, fingers immediately seeking hair and skin to stroke.

He's exhausted too, and doesn't remember falling asleep, but he wakes up to soft warm light and his pet still curled against his chest, and he sighs in a contentment he'd forgotten could exist.

The other lords and pirates here had been pushing him to take a pet for so long. He couldn't have predicted one could end up like this. ]

[philancer]

[ The night had passed in a dizzying whirl of heat and hunger. At some point, it had all started to blur together, but through it all he was constantly aware of the warm strength of Basch's hands holding him close. The possessive - and protective - way he cradled him close. The pleasure he built, again and again, until Sylvain was suffused with it, body utterly sated and spent.

It hadn't even mattered that they were somewhere relatively public. That there could be - and probably were - eyes on them, greedily drinking in their movements. He'd forgotten all about that, because his entire focus, his entire world had narrowed down to Basch. The heat of his body, the slide of his hands, the hunger of his kiss. The feel of him buried so deep within Sylvain that he ached for it when the man finally withdrew, dressed him again, and then half-carried him home when his legs barely kept him upright.

He doesn't recognize the room he's taken to, but he doesn't really care about that. Exhausted and spent, the night's pleasures catching up to him, he's half-asleep the moment Basch pours him into his bed. He only stirs a little when he feels Basch crawl in beside him, draws him close, though he's quick to wrap around him, face buried against his throat as he all but clings to the man in his sleep, their legs tangled together. The hands that slide along his skin, through his hair, quickly lull him back into deep, quiet slumber.

It's quite possibly the best rest he's gotten in years. So much so that he's reluctant to wake, comfortable and warm and content as he is. His sleepy mind is still lost in a pleasurable haze as he wriggles closer, soaking up the warmth of the arms around him.

Although parts of him are certainly very aware of what - and who - he's pressed up against and wrapped around. Basch won't have to guess how happy part of Sylvain is to be waking up wrapped around his lover, after all the pleasure from the night before. ]

A delivery, sometime in late December

[massochism]

[There's little fanfare to the delivery—just a curt knock and perhaps a few words, sometime in the mid-afternoon. A small wrapped box and a letter, with handwriting he might find familiar by now. Inside the box, a pair of nipple rings glitters softly in the light. And the letter reads:]

Sylvain,

It's difficult to believe it's already been nearly a year since we arrived here and met. From the beginning, you've been a constant warmth and companion, and you've given me more than I know how to express. I don't think I ever will have enough words to speak the reality of it.

At home, this season encompasses Kleinmas, a time where we come together to share our thanks and give gifts to those who we care for. You're certainly someone I want to share the depths of my thanks with...

If I'm honest, I'm not sure this small token feels like enough for what you've given me, but I thought they would look wonderful on you... and that you might appreciate a slightly different weight to try out. I hope they're to your tastes.

And, in lieu of that feeling, I wanted to share a piece I've been working on with you... it isn't ready to be seen in person just yet, but I've attached a photo to... give you something to think about. I absolutely would like you to be the first to see it in completion.

Happy Kleinmas,
Olivine

[As mentioned, there's a photo attached to the letter; a close-up a very familiar neck and collarbone, dipping just down toward the swell of his chest. It's wrapped with a thick, black leather collar, adorned with silver links of varying sizes that dip in and out of view alongside the occasional glint of red gems, and a lock shaped "pendant" from which more links seem too extend.]

action, following on from a certain text thread~♥

[indigently]

[ Perhaps, in a way, the House got its wish with Kaveh's AI-generated post. After a relatively peaceful couple of months enjoying his new rank and the funds he'd already earned, spending time with new friends, and not having to deal with too many suit issues or other such dramas, he's found himself with sex on the mind all afternoon. Every moment spent cleaning has been shared with long, hopeful glances at the clock, as if time will work faster simply because he wants it to—

Unfortunately, though, he has had no such luck, and the minutes have dragged on as minutes are wont to do.

Eventually, though, evening falls. Kaveh doesn't want to go overboard on his clothing—they're staying in, after all—but nor does he want to dress too casually, either. He ends up in a lightweight, sheer pink shirt and black jeans, hair pulled into a high ponytail.

(And he realizes, looking in the mirror, that it's gotten longer over the past year. Has he really been trapped in this place for so long?)

When Sylvain arrives, he'll be quick to answer the door, offering a sweet smile, a tilt of his head—a bite of his lower lip as he takes in the sight of the other man. ]

Hey. Come in.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain's grin is ready and warm when the door swings open and he barely takes a step over the threshold before he leans in to greet Kaveh with a kiss. Especially when his manner seems almost shy in greeting him. ]

I brought dinner. [ is what he offers in greeting, however. Holding up a pair og bags with a crooked grin. ] Wasn't sure what you were in the mood for, so I just ordered a bunch of things. Figure we could pick and choose as we like.

[ But since dinner wasn't the real reason he's here, he winds an arm around Kaveh's waist to draw him close and drop another kiss on his lips. ] Hey. Miss me?

v backdated to 12/25 😭

[theidlemaiden]

[ A neatly wrapped present will be left at Sylvain's door though a gift giver is notably absent. Apparently she's too embarrassed to actually be there to give him the gift. Though the box is on the larger side, when he picks it up he'll find it remarkably light in comparison. Opening it up will reveal why.

Inside is a crocheted stuffed fox nestled in a bed of tissue paper. Though a little droopy in the head and the arms, it has no less charm with it's pert little nose and button black eyes. She'd seen the fox tattoo on his arm and the more she had thought about it the more she came to associate the animal with him. ]

Apparently it's the holidays here and any excuse to give a gift to someone I like is good enough for me. Happy holidays, Sylvain. I hope you spend it with those you care about the most.

- Hilda