#dreamwaited

[lantsovheir]

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[princguard-a]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Accepting @dreamwaited​ :   Drunk text

[sms - RAVKA MOBILE ]: [ Flynn ( Vasily’s Friend ) ]: Okay...so...so like...so...don’t drink the palace kvas...because like...I am tasting colors, but also if you lead a fish to water, can you truly make it drink? Please let me know. -LT 

[kcrclrezni]

@dreamwaited​ said: 🍷

social media & texting prompts  

[ text: flynnigan 11 ] hey so vass gave me the good news [ text: flynnigan 11 ] congrats on dating my brother you really didd a good job of being super lowkey about it  [ text: flynnigan 11 ] and he doesnt want me to move out so thats goof [ text: flynnigan 11 ] *good

[adveanture]

      *      DREAMWAITED      /      ft.   flynn      —      flynn   is   just   gonna   .   .   .      grab   jamie’s   ‘icon’   hat   and   walk      (   sprint   )      away

fuck,   he’s   annoying.         jamie   and   @dreamwaited​​   end   up   shuffled   off   to   richmond   around   the   same   time,   and   flynn   is   such   a   pain   in   the   arse.      case   in   point      —      stealing   jamie’s   fucking   hat!            “      oi!      get   your   ass   back   ‘ere,   rider!      ”            never   mind   how   stupid   the   pair   of   them   look   sprinting   through   the   halls   of   the   club   over   a   fucking   hat.

[ephemaera-a]

@dreamwaited​​  liked  for  keeley !

       “oi oi!”  keeley  chirps  as  she  strides  into  the  locker  room. she’s  met  with  a  general  din  of  hellos,  but  her  sights  zero  in  quickly  on  flynn––  she’s  here  on  business. “flynn?”  she  calls,  sing-songy,  “can  i  steal  you  for  a  minute?”  she’s  excited  about  this  pr  opportunity,  but  a  little  nervous,  too. it’s  not  as  if  it’s  some  big  secret,  but  keeley  does  feel  a  little  funny  bringing  up  something  so  personal. it’s  just  that  they’d  reached  out,  and... well. she  can  worry  about  it  once  they’re  back  to  her  office.

[vipier]

          THE ISSUE WITH TRYING TO MAKE TRISTAN PATEL FEEL SHAME IS THAT HE SIMPLY HADN’T BEEN BUILT FOR IT.       rather, he thinks far too much of himself, or perhaps too little of others’ opinions  -  or a combination of  both  -  to care at all what anyone thinks.   (  not to mention that toying with flynn is particularly fun and   FLIRTATIOUS   in one.  )   brandishing his fried chicken sandwich in one hand, with a brow perked and a mouth half full, he shoots back,   ❝   no, I could   NEVER   have too much.   ❞

@dreamwaited​  sent  🎧  for a   lyric starter   !!

[pistolslinger]

"do these pants make my ass look fat? in the bad way.... is there a bad way?"

NOT A BRAINCELL IN SIGHT.

      “ . . . no?  ‘cause there’s no bad way to — why are you saying this like you want a pancake ass?  please think of the buttcheek-ily challenged, flynn.  not everyone has an ass you could bounce a coin off like we do, and you don’t want to be ungrateful for it, lest the ass gods rescind that posterior of yours for ingratitude and blasphemy. ”

[revup]

😍

˚・`      ♥      [  Q  ]      :        @dreamwaited            ─          send  😍  if  your  muse  has  a  crush  on  harley  .

   i'm gonna be real with you . . . one look at the smolder and she'd be game

[lantsovheir]

🥶

"are you... cold?"

[princguard-a]

Her rapier was upon him in a matter of seconds. Though she used the blunt side of her blade to corner him; her eyes were murderous. It wasn’t every day she caught an intruder, though she wondered how he slipped her notice for so long. 

Her green hues pierced into his gaze as she looked down at him with a neutral expression. 

“ Speak.” she ordered. “ Who are you and why are you here?” she asked as her dark brows furrowed. 

“ You best speak quickly, you will find my patience is not infinite. Why were you roaming the grounds?” she asked. “ You certainly cannot be a friend of Vasily’s. He has no friends.”  

Nothing was adding up, could it be a interloper? A thief was a better guess. She remained still as she stared at him, awaiting his answer. 

@dreamwaited​ S.C. 

[kcrclrezni]

@dreamwaited​ said:  “I’m starting to think you’re the only tolerable lantsov”

“This does not bode well for when Vasily brings you to meet the parents,” Nikolai returns, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re supposed to realize that when you discover how shitty they are, not before.” A pause as he studies Flynn. “What did he do now?” 

[terrorcheerarc]

fingertips  drum  against  the  tabletop,  gaze  flickering  around  the  restaurant.  it’s  half empty,  the  lunchtime  hasn’t  hit  yet.  two  servers  stand  in  a  corner,  and  chrissy  notices  them  glancing  over  at  her.  something  is  whispered  behind  a  hand.  they’ve  been  over  to  her  table  a  few  times  now,  trying  to  get  an  order  out  of  her,  but  so  far  she’s  only  asked  for  tap  water.  and  maybe  her  therapist  would  raise  an  eyebrow,  but  she’s  not  slipping  into  bad  habits  again.  it  just  seems  rude  to  start  without  her  lunch  companion.

❝   hey   -   flynn !  ❞    she  stands,  arm  waving,  a  bright  smile  on  her  lips.  maybe  it’s  a  good  job  the  restaurant  is  almost  empty,  otherwise  she  certainly  would  have  drawn  too  much  attention  to  them.  but  they’re  already  whispering,  so  what’s  the  harm?  hand  sticks  out  as  @dreamwaited​  approaches  the  table.    ❝   i’m  chrissy!  um   -   chrissy  cunningham.  nice  to  finally  meet  you!   ❞

[wraithstill]

@dreamwaited​ asked for this !

each  day  was  the  same.  inej  escapes  the  thrall  of  her  husband  as  he  drops  her  off  at  the  diner,  &  she  is  allowed  a  few  moments  to  breathe  as  she  enters  the  kitchen  to  prep  the  day’s  pies.  she  always  arrives  earlier  than  most,  gathering  ingredients  to  her  newest  invention  and  throwing  a  few  together  to  prepare  for  the  usual  onslaught  of  customers.  at  least  it  wasn’t  the  onslaught  of  the  man  who  awaited  her  at  home.  

her  nose  turns  up  at  the  thought      —    the  memories,  if  you  could  call  them  that.  her  hands  are  halfway  through  the  second  pie  before  she’s  pulled  from  a  distant  daydream  by  his  approach.  “  you’re  early,”  she  chimes,  fingers  still  deftly  pressing  into  the  pie  dough  to  prepare  for  the  filling  of  the  day:  a  pie  she’s  aptly,  &  secretly,  dubbed  the  i  hate  my  husband  pie.  “  if  you  expect  old  joe  to  compensate  for  the  time  you  decide  to  spend  here  off  the  clock,  i  can  tell  you  now,  i’ve  already  tried  it.”

[vipier]

@dreamwaited  sent  :  ❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

          TYPICALLY TRISTAN EXCELS IN THE ART OF DEFLECTION, AND CERTAINLY IN CONCEALING WHATEVER HE’S FEELING.       he’s annoyed enough that his incapacity has forced him to reveal the location of where he’s staying, however long he chooses to stay here ;  to feel this much more  helpless  is a frustration all of itself.  as far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t have to   LEARN   anything.  the most potent irritation of all is that flynn is, undoubtedly, correct.  although they’ve managed to get it properly disinfected and dressed, the fact remains that he’s been, well,  stabbed,  and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, he isn’t blind to the amount of blood he managed to lose in an incredibly short amount of time.  by now, his head swims a little, likely not helped along by what is   PROBABLY   a concussion on top of it.

          doesn’t mean he needs   HELP.

          ❝   if I didn’t know better, I’d think you  gave a shit,  rider.   ❞   what’s meant to be a joke,  a tease,  ends in a wince and he lifts a hand to his bandaged abdomen.  he shifts on the mattress, blinking away the haze that’s begun to sneak into the corners of his vision.   ❝   gonna tuck me in?  give me a   GOODNIGHT KISS?   ❞   he pauses, squeezing his eyes shut and inhaling between his teeth sharply.   ❝   doubt there’s much talking you out of it.  probably couldn’t.  even I can admit my head hit that brick pretty difficult.   ❞

[ikaravki]

@dreamwaited​ said : ‘my life is my reputation. it is all I have.’ 

“Isn’t that a bit dramatic?”, Dominik interjects, chuckling quietly. Though that mood only lasts for a moment, then his eyes observe his friend more closely. Yes, Flynn has spoken in a jesting tone, but by now he knows the other man well enough to sense more behind that. Of course he understands how important a reputation is here in The Barrel, but that can’t be everything. To Dominik relying solely on that seems kind of dangerous. “I hope you don’t mean it. Because you’re much more than what others think of you.”