#scriptisarcanisx

[dramoor]

Every Knee Shall Bow, by J. Kirk Richards

[starrdew]

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"Please delete that post of me." "I don't think I will, Mr. Photographer."

. @scriptisarcanisx - template from @thatporcelain

[razorcrst]

╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ @scriptisarcanisx requested a starter featuring megara kazan.

“you know, i’m not an expert when it comes to anything about love but…” meg pursed her lips slightly before bringing the glass of red wine she held up to her lips, taking a tentative sip. it tore her up having to see her best friend upset over a break-up of all things. she had suffered through her fair share of ended relationships in the past, but they rarely ever phased her anymore. “i do know something about revenge. if you want to upset them or hurt them as much as they hurt you, you have to make them regret ever breaking things off.” she wet her lips as she leaned against the bar. “i could help you with that… we could pretend to date for a while and see what happens?” she might have her own intentions in the matter, but that was something she would keep to herself for the time being.

[eunoia-rp]

The door to the tiny muggle flat swung open and hit the wall with a bang! as Liv stumbled in with an armful of boxes. Moving into a place in muggle London, where they couldn’t use magic to levitate their things up for them was a lot harder than Liv had imagined and she was beginning to wonder why they had even decided to move into a muggle flat in the first place. She dropped the boxes and they fell to the floor with a clatter, immediately dropping herself to dig through them.

[chaoticenxrgy]

closed: @scriptisarcanisx​

The old haunts don't sting as much as they used to and Emilio doesn't know if that's a blessing in disguise or just a sign that he's beginning to be numb to it all. Of course he doesn't have the privilege of losing himself as he mourns the relationship that made it feel like it was easier to breathe when every day felt like drowning. It only takes away his focus from helping his family out and at this point in his life, he's not allowed to do that. Though there are those late night moments, little pockets of time reserved just for him when he can just think back as to what happened, how he practically lost the love of his life, and why he let her go so easily. 

It aches in a way he tries to not think about.

After a shift he's given some free time due to a cancelled class and there's a masochistic part of Emilio that drags him towards the restaurant where they had their first date. The waitress looks at him in pity and he pays it no mind, sitting at the same booth, ordering the same thing as if he's still stuck. He's not; he has something to prove and the repetition helps him become immune to the constriction in his chest when he looks across the table and sees no one there. The meal is eaten in quick bites, his mind drifting, but not too far lest he thinks about a certain person and he has to put in the effort to keep her face away from his memories even if it's so ingrained in his heart that he doubts he'll ever forget.

Figuring that he could use this time to sleep, he heads home to the empty apartment and prepares himself for a night of restlessness once more. Fingers play with his keys as he watches the light of the elevator travel up towards his floor, barely hearing the ding as the doors open. Turning a corner, he has to pause, eyes focusing on the figure in the hallway near his unit. "Maristela?" It's surprising that his voice doesn't break. "Wait. What are you doing here?"

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Closed starter for @scriptisarcanisx​ || Carmela 

 Kara wasn’t entirely sure what it was about Carmela that was attracting her the most. Maybe it was her undeniable beauty, maybe it was her charming and charismatic personality, maybe it was the slight air of mystery that seemed to surround her. Either way, she couldn’t deny the way she was feeling and she just wanted to spend more time with her. 

It was by chance that she was walking home one afternoon as the sun was beginning to set and she spotted Carmela across the road from her, and with a smile she approached. 

“Hey there.” Kara greeted, slowing to a stop just before reaching the other woman. “How’s your day?”

[torpidtm]

( closed starter for @scriptisarcanisx​ ! )

Rhys adds variety to his dates. It isn’t all candlelit dinners. Today, he’s cooked some homemade pizza for the two of them, having jokingly put on a ‘kiss the chef’ apron for his pizza making endeavor.  That’s what he’s wearing when he answers the door, the remnants of some of the pizza dough all over his hands. “Hey!” He grins brightly at her. “Come on in, I’m making us pizza. You want anything to drink?” He shuts the door behind her when she comes in. “I think you’re supposed to do what the apron says, T. Pretty sure it’s like a law or something.” His eyes are glittering with amusement as he opens his arms to give her a clear view of his outfit.

[wildflowersofruins]

Amanda & Mj starter for @scriptisarcanisx

She had needed this session, she really had. So much stress and tension had been building up, with the rat outside Isaac’s apartment, and Chloe’s growing frustration with her changing body. It seemed like the only thing consistent in her life was the fact that MJ would always satisfy. Well, mostly satisfy. Because as she was laying in the bed beside him, the feeling of stress and frustration and worry quickly made its way back into her mind and body. 

So she sat back up and began putting her clothes back on, dreading the long ride home. Usually she would stay, cuddle a little bit and do another round, but not tonight, she needed to be go back and take care of Chloe. She needed to do something. After all, she was always the one to clean up the mess of her two roommates. “Thanks, I guess I’ll see you in a week or two.” She said, looking back over her shoulder, looking at the fine man beside her. “No time for second tonight. I have something I need to take care of.”