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Elou Quillen by Chantalita

👑 Fairy Prince ofDreamland 🏰 | 💞 Hopeless Romantic & Horse Whisperer 🐴 | 🧠 Handsome Genius⚡ 🌹 Welcome to my magical realm! Oh dear visitor, I am not just a prince, I am a fairy prince! I whisper secrets to horses and play chess with unicorns!🦄 Allow me to lure you into my world crafted with charm, wisdom and unending adventures.🔮🌙

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[mulhclland]

for: @ofdreamland muses: ​xavier & montgomery

     xavier and monty had been best friends for as long he could remember, practically attached at the hip since grade school. there had, however, been a shift in their friendship after they’d came out on the other side of puberty, bodies toned and perpetually aroused. they were in college now, sharing a dorm room when xavier finally had the nerve and a bit of liquid courage to make a move. he thought that they’d both thoroughly enjoyed each other’s bodies, and it hadn’t happened again – they hadn’t even spoken about it! xavier was overdue for another taste. “hey, bro,” he said, flopping down onto monty’s bed. “you know, i love you, right? like you’re my best friend in the whole world, which is exactly why you should get naked and touch me inappropriately again.” 

[boysofcharm]

for @ofdreamland​

So this was a slightly unusual situation. Normally the person paying for him would be the client but apparently this was a gift for the birthday boy in question, a full experience of being his date for the evening so truth be told Alistair wasn’t sure what to expect. So when he finally saw who his date was for the night he almost had to do a double take. This guy was cute, the kind of cute where people would notice him in a bar or club from that strong jawline, warm eyes and curled hair - how did this guy need help finding a date?

But regardless of the surprise he was a professional and was getting paid to shamelessly flirt with a guy he definitely would have tried to pick up at a bar himself so this was a win win. “...You must be Peter” Alistair remarked, charming smile in full effect as he sauntered over the other, green eyes warm and smile full of flirtation. He was wearing a tight fitted t-shirt short sleeved shirt, a snug pair of jeans and a pair of leather shoes as he gently placed a hand on Peter’s hip slightly. “I’m Alistair, your friends said I would want to meet you and I’m starting to think they were right.”

[fervour]

closed starter for @ofdreamland​.​ based on: broke roommates.

living with someone else was weird at the best of times, let alone when it was with someone he hadn’t got to know properly yet. the pair had been finding their feet for the last few days, bordering on a week -- and to say albie had made it easy for them to get to know one another, would be a bold faced lie. he’d kept to himself, petrified of stepping out and being an undesired presence, taking up xavier’s space. he doesn’t know where the other man is, but he suspects he has a little time -- to creep out of his room like the meek and mild mouse he was, to grab some food and pour himself a glass of water. he doesn’t think twice about leaving the room topless; why would he? he was sure he had the place to himself. his spotify playlist blasts through his headphones and even if someone were to join him within the apartment; it would take him a good few seconds -- or minutes -- to recognise it. 

[atvrvxia]

&. @ofdreamland​

a SUPRISE STARTER ( 1 / 2 )

         “BABE, HOLD still for just a few more seconds... i need to just trace the outline of your arm and then you can put your arm down.”

[americanboys]

closed for @ofdreamland

It was always somewhat strange arriving to the club during daylight but Kai didn’t have much room to practice in his tiny apartment. Plus, it always helped to work in the space he’d be performing in. Call it an 'undress' rehearsal. Kai arrived and set his things in the dressing room before making his way to the stage, setting up his bluetooth speaker and beginning to rehearse his number. A few moments had passed before he heard someone coming through the back entrance. He was visibly excited when he saw his bestie Harvey peek into the room. “Hi!”, Kai yelled, running up to Harvey in nothing but a rhinestoned thong and giving him a squeeze. “What the fuck are you doing here so early, Harv?” Kai pulled away, holding onto Harvey’s biceps.

[soncfthewitch]

closed starter for @ofdreamland​​

Dick Grayson and Terry McGinnis sparred, the air around them electrified with tension. The sleek lines of their muscled bodies are limned with sweat as they move through their forms, jaggedly elegant prose. Their graceful movements are more like a dance than a fight as they taunt each other with mocking words. Every line of elegant curves came together in a jagged meld of raw beauty. They circle each other, looking for a weakness in form, searching the eyes of the other.

It’s beautiful in a way that is almost too perfect. It’s hard to look away. They move with the ease of people who have been doing this for years. Not like the actual strangers they are, having only met a week ago. But there is a connection there, something Terry can feel but can’t quite put into words. Something almost ingrained into his bones, an indefinable bond that goes beyond just training together. It’s like they’ve been fighting together for years.

When it’s finally over, and they stand there panting, the only sound in the room is their breathing, echoing in the silence. Terry lowers himself into a crouch, hands on his knees as sweat trickles down his bare chest.

“Think I stand a chance against you?” His brown eyes partly closed as he throws the steel escrima stick towards the hulking figure standing in the doorway. “Maybe with my suit.”

[puniishers]

@ofdreamland​

now it genuinely wasn’t the plan to get this absolutely trash faced tonight, but alas. bram leaned back into the sofa, eyes glued to the television. he quietly sighed as he rolled out his shoulders and downed the drink he held before pushing himself up on his feet, waddling to the kitchen. getting drunk alone had become a habit he wasn’t ready to break just yet. not after his relationship ended the way it did. he reached for a bag of chips, stuffing his mouth full as he heard the door fall in the lock. fuck, he didn’t realize his roommate was actually coming home tonight. they had a date after all. bram stuck his head around the corner, raising his eyebrows slowly. “what the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a drunk smirk. “unsuccesful night?”

[sweetlipsandroses]

closed starter: @ofdreamland​

It had been a few weeks since the young college student had signed onto that website. Something he thought he never would do, yeah, maybe joked about becoming a sugar baby, but he thought he was well off never to do it. That was till he actually got to college, and soon fell behind. His grades weren’t bad, but not good enough to meet the requirements of his scholarship. He had to act fast, or he wouldn’t be able to keep going to school. 

Thats why he created an account, and thought he would find someone. So far, it had been a total disaster. Every single “date” as he called them, were awful. Some had lied and turned out to be total creeps. Some of them asked him to do things he would never dream of doing, and sometimes he had to sneak out the back door. He just about gave up on the idea, when late one night he got a message from Jace. He seemed approachable...and nice. So he agreed to meet up, and talk things over in person. 

See if they were a good fit for one another. Oliver looked down at his phone, and took a deep breath in. Well, he was getting closer to the meeting spot. There was no reason to be nervous, it was public, not too far from the University so he was able to walk. Smoothing his hands over his pants, he spotted a familiar face. That was him...right? Oliver moved closer, one of his hands gripping the strap of his bag. “Hi um...Mr. Lambert right? I’m Oliver. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He held a hand out, unsure if this was how it was suppose to go. Thats how all the other meetings started.

[fullmoondudes]

@ofdreamland​

“Damn it,” Dick pulled away from Gar who had just been sedated. “Conner, will you-” he didn’t even need to finish. Superboy wasn’t going to leave his side until the Beast Boy felt better. “I’ll check up on him in a bit. I need to go speak with Donovan.” 

From an outside perspective, Dick may have made the situation bigger than it needed to be. Gar only had a few scratches and wouldn’t even need stitches. But Nightwing was protective of his team - and he kinda got off on punishing a certain team member. 

“Donovan, we need to talk.” He had his arms crossed, face mask off, standing before the Wonder Woman protégé who sat on their bed. “You messed up today. You disobeyed a direct order from me and because of it you got a Titan hurt.”

[mulhclland]

   he’d been nearly asleep when the soft click of the door brought him back to reality. aubrey lifted himself up, sleepy eyes met with the sight of august sneaking through his bedroom door. “mm... what are you doin’ in here?” he slurred, wild curls falling around his delicate features. he knew exactly what his step-brother wanted, and yet he still chose to act oblivious each and every time the other came knocking on his door late at night. he’d never let august know he wanted it as much, with his words at least. “’s late, auggie,” he mumbled, chin rested on his folded arms. he was lying on his stomach, a pair of white, lacy shorts displaying his posterior in a way he knew would entice august — he’d play the game, but he’d do it by his own set of rules. “you have a bad dream or somethin’?” // @ofdreamland​

[courtesons]

for @ofdreamland​ who requested a starter from here

Funny how one job could change so much. All he was supposed to do was flirt and seduce the birthday boy, make him feel good for the day and that be that. Yet Peter Parker had hardly been what he’d expected and instead of having a one night client it had evolved into, well, Peter staying at Alistair’s place more nights then he didn’t over the past couple of weeks. Which led to right now, eyes fluttering open and running a hand through his messy hair as the morning light woke him up through his large bedroom windows, his eyes moving to Peter with a warm, fond smile and gentle hum from his lips. “Morning to you too, how long you been awake?” He asked, noses bumping together. 

[fervour]

climbing back onto the bed and subsequently xavier, he leans over to press an array of sweet kisses along his jaw and neck. albie’s fairly certain it’s the kind of way he enjoyed being woken up. at least, he’d always enjoyed it himself. “c’mon, baby. get dressed, come with me and don’t ask any questions.” he might let a question or two slide, but none which required him spilling any information regarding his surprise. eleanor was with his older brother henry, so they hardly had to worry about her; since she was sure to have a blast with her uncle and everything else had been thought through -- as far as he can tell -- so he knows, or is at least; fairly confident, that they’re good to go. “i’ve got a surprise for you.”  / @ofdreamland​ 

[atvrvxia]

&. @ofdreamland

based off the stuff we plotted ( 2 / 2 )

       “YOU DON’T believe i’m dating her, do you? the media just likes to make stuff up about us because she and i are really good friends. but that’s all she is to me; a friend.”

[oneyeclosed]

@ofdreamland liked for a starter

finding someone to drink from is a lot harder than caspian expected, but then again, they didn’t know why they thought it would be easy. it’s not like he can just ask someone, and he’s not a good enough flirt to hook up with someone and drink from them. so, he’s not quite sure how he managed to get here, alone in a room with a pretty boy whose name he thinks starts with g. or something like that. maybe he thinks his awkwardness is charming or some shit. caspian doesn’t really care about the reasoning. they’re lucky neither of them are sober or else this would be a lot harder to manage—and to explain away. “you’re p-p-pretty,” they say as they get him up against a wall, mouth on his neck, leg pressed between his thighs. they almost feel bad when their kisses turn to a bite, but they’re too fucking hungry to care.

[exposurc]

a closed starter for @ofdreamland​ based on stuff we plotted!

     gearing up for the first leg of their north american tour was nerve wracking for them all, seeing as this was going to be the first round of shows they’d be playing in concession and... more than an hour’s drive from their home town. truth be told, as good of a face as he was holding together, he was nervous as all hell. because this was the big push. the jump from the nest. the shove against the safety of the shore as they tried to learn to swim and navigate the frigid and unforgiving waters of the industry they’d all become so committed to.       as a few of the other boys exited the shed from their nightly rehearsal, he felt the crisp air of the evening beginning to filter in through the open door as he heard that familiar sound of lighters clicking just outside. montana moved toward one of the walls to place his guitar down in it’s stand before beginning to switch off amps and other accessory devices in use that were likely driving his electric bill up through the roof. though he assumed that could have only been attributed to the nerves currently ripping him to shreds on the inside and how those feelings had forced his hand in tirelessly working over their sets and play-by-plays. the brunet sighed as he reached both arms up and gave himself one good stretch, eyes lingering on the darker-haired male still occupying the space with him. easily his closest confidant and longest-time friend. “what do you think... i mean we play in phoenix in two days...”