#excelsicrx

[imperfectox]

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rory was fumbling with the hem of her shirt before she spoke up, unsure what to really say but her curiosity got the best of her. “can you kiss me?” she asked, completely out of the blue without any indication that their earlier conversation had any connection to her question. she hadn’t been kissed before and she really wanted to know what it would be like though she didn’t want the other to know. she was nervous or rather afraid he might tease her relentlessly for her inexperience. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just want you to kiss me.”

[stayliquid-archive]

— antonia.

                      ❝ hey,  get out of here, ❞   it didn’t take much coaxing from the guy in the uniform to scare off the other male as he approached.  jake could tell they were arguing,  but to what extent,  he wasn’t sure but he wasn’t about to let it go long enough to find out.         ❝ you okay? ❞   he questioned the woman that was left behind as the man fled. 

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[collcgiates]

---  mouth agape and eyes widened with with a variety of indiscernible emotion, jonas drops the object in his hands and scoots back as if he’d discovered a bomb. he knew looking through each other’s mail was going to end up like this one day. there’s a chuckle followed by a string of curses and a frantic look at his watch. jonas is searching for packing tape and shouts triumphantly when he finds it. races back to the box and the vibrator it held and picks it up, only to have his roommate open their apartment door. “why are you here? how did you get here so fast? stop looking at me like that. i wasn’t snooping, but also i was and i regret it. not that it’s bad to have this or anything, i just - yikes, welcome home. do you want a drink?”  //   @excelsicrx​

[stxrbxys]

           𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉  ----- the time he had off to go back to them, in whichever sense of the word, was very rare. it happens that being king of the kingdom made him work around the clock. he would never complain about such thing, though. i think being a workaholic played a part on his personality traits, or maybe it was just his love for the money. - 𝙧𝙞𝙤 followed them through the door and into this darkened room. he wasn’t quite sure what was this all about, but it was fair to say he was curious. ‘ you made me come in the middle of the night for... what exactly? ‘ he asked once he had been lured in. ft. @excelsicrx​

[daddyissuxs]

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“Come on, let me show you in.” Elias smirked as he took the girl by her hand, the two fluttering about in a wave of clouds, just completely high off their asses at this point. She was cute and all, but he had only one interest in mine as he guided the two back to his room without even shutting the door. They were on his bed within moments, giving zero fucks that his roommate was next door--or at least forgetting as he slowly began fucking the female on his bed. He’d been having girls over pretty consistently, and honestly didn’t give a damn.

[jackpct]

                       could just about scream as he’s called over by his newest addition to his community service group,   not even bothering to hide the annoyance in his expression anymore.    “   you’re just picking up trash!  there shouldn’t be this many questions.  ”   //  @rcdiant​

[cherrysugcr]

starter for excelsicrx - 

When Adam got married his wife had insisted on having a big family. Unfortunately they only got to the fourth before everything changed. If she would have been around longer they probably would have ended up with an entire brood. But then life got in the way when a serious car accident took away his wife. Being a single father of 4 kids under the age of 8 was impossible for Adam to manage. Considering he never had to hire a nanny before he took a chance on Laurel. That decision turned out to be a huge success. 

That night when he got home from work he wasn’t shocked by the shrieks of excitement. Eagerly he picked up up his youngest daughter in his arms holding her close. “Sorry I’m later than usual today, there was a lot of things going on at the office. Promise I’ll make it up to you. Anything important I missed or should know?”

[jupitcr]

@excelsicrx BASED.

saying lana had a MASSIVE headache would be an understatement. though her initial waking up delusions are usually kinda weird, she KNOWS that this isn’t her place. figures, she’d use her messy break up to get into someone else’s pants. luckily for her, whoever she was with was nowhere to be found, so it’d be an easy escape. the room was SPINNING as she attempted to get up out of bed, feeling like it’d be easier to just crawl her way out of here. grabbing whoever’s sunglasses were on the side table, lana eventually found her way to her feet, dragging them upon the floor until she noticed another being. so much for being DISCREET.“uh— hi.” she said weakly, those words alone being hard to say with the pulsing of her head. 

[sugapop-rp]

WHICH TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

The Lovers

Your lover’s back does not look quite the same this morning. No one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. Something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light. The light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover’s eyes. They kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. Did they eat anything this morning? Did they speak? Of course they did. You’re probably losing your mind. You would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. You don’t, of course, haven’t for months. You only need each other. You only need them. You haven’t spoken to anyone in months. You count the notches on their back. You watch them breathe. You pray they don’t turn around.

The Moon

You avoid corners and doorways - do you know why? Have you looked inwards recently? Do you understand what is happening there? Your mind is muddled and dusty, a mirror you haven’t been able to clean properly. Smudging the nervousness just leaves streaks on the glass, which makes your face harder to see, which makes you nervous. What are you nervous of, darling? What keeps you up at night? Why haven’t you confronted it? Do you know what it is? Can you answer my questions? Are they making you nervous? Am I frightening you? 

Justice

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

The Devil

Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things. Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want. You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy.

The World

Power is a heady thing. Do you have what it takes to control it? You thought you did, for a long time as you gained more and more. Power only begets more power, after all. Mind your breaking point, mind your load, mind how high you’ve climbed up the ladder; it’s against regulation to stand on the top rung. You could get hurt up there. You could fall. I’m not sure that I could catch you, so high above the rest of us. Don’t look down. Mind the ceiling fan.

Death

A cheery woman’s voice chimes from above. "Game over! Please restart and try again." The old woman holds a baby in her arms and makes to pass it to you. Will you take it?

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[lcvelyisms]

cillian had spotted laura the moment he walked into the first wedding event. no matter where he was in the room, his eyes were drawn to her. it was just– it was so obvious whose daughter she was. just thinking about them, the perfect fucking family, had his blood boiling. but he was over it now, clearly. it helped that his attention was entirely consumed by laura. even if she wasn’t their daughter, he’d still be staring at her. god, she didn’t even know how she looked, he could tell. she was dragged there by her mother, if the brief conversations they had during the first two big gatherings of the trip were any indication. of course, when cillian planned on attending a mutual friend’s wedding, he hadn’t expected laura’s mother to pull him aside and tell him . . . tell him that laura was actually his kid? ah, but cillian’s pursuit had already begun, and it was rare that he quit something once he started it. she’d made plenty of eyes at him throughout the trip, so it wasn’t like his attraction wasn’t requited. it would still be so satisfying to fuck up their family dynamic like that . . . so here he was, sitting in the lobby with some others from their group, waiting to catch laura’s attention so he could invite her to spend the day together. “hey kid.”

[mdrnloneliness-archive]

@excelsicrx​ liked for a starter!!

draco bumps into them, he’s not used to this. the non wizarding world, but it’s easier now. less eyes on him. sometimes he escapes just to avoid glances. but a main difference is that none of the muggles avoid him like a plague. therefore there’s a good chance he’ll run into someone due to the amount of people around. he looks at them then at the ground, the sneer that would come just a year or so ago -- doesn’t. he’s different, even in small amounts. “sorry,” it’s soft, but it’s there. 

[stayliquid-archive]

— vanessa.

                 the hot texan sun had him wiping his brow,  dirt,  sweat,  maybe some sort of animal feces as well,  streaking across his forehead as he did.  working on the ranch was brutal,  but in this weather?  it was a hell of a lot worse.  matt planned on heading to the water to soak in the ocean for the rest of the afternoon once he finished up.  until the unexpected visitor arrived,  his interest piquing as he made his way over toward the front where she parked.   ❝ and to what do i owe this pleasure? ❞   he said the word with mock disdain,  because seeing her wasn’t really an issue for him,  even if they were exes.    ❝ are you here to yell at me again for something?  because whatever it is   —   it’s not my fault. ❞ 

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[collcgiates]

                                  “there’s room in my car if you want to come along,” brody suggests with a grin. absolutely sounds like a crazy person, but he genuinely means his offer. hasn’t been fully home in six years and as much as he loves his partner in crime, his dog can’t carry a conversation. “i know we met an hour ago, but you could really stick it to the sour bastard behind the counter.”  @excelsicrx​

[hoteldicbloarchive]

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“you’re kidding me.” it was a statement rather than a question, lana’s words drawn out and dripping with disbelief. her features were a mask of defeat and heartbreak, ocean hues glistening with the sting of tears. ruby lips parted as she struggled to find the words to properly articulate the anger and hurt that had begun to swell inside of her. “please tell me you’re joking.” a listless scoff escaped her, arms crossing defensively over her chest. “you’ve taken her back ?” she made no effort to mask the disapproval that was so evidently written across her face, a bitter frown turning the corners of her mouth downward. “you can’t actually be serious ?”

[daddyissuxs]

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The thought of actually getting to be out on the town had her heart racing, leaping even as she disappeared into the night with a dear friend Veronica. She was the ambassador of Italy’s daughter, and was known for getting into her own trouble for going out on her own and making a life for herself. It was something Tyler had craved, wanting more than anything to just embrace what the world had to offer her. Her father had allowed her to go to a small venue concert in Prague where the summit was being hosted and had promised to keep just two secret service that she knew well and trusted, Sciorra and Gomez. What he’d done instead was go behind her back and infest the venue with secret service, Tyler beginning to pick up on this the more she looked around. “I can’t believe him! I..I need to get out of here, I can’t even enjoy one night to myself without the swarm following. It’s ridiculous.” Veronica made a plan to help her escape after listening to her rant, distracting the service while she switched clothes with another and ended up disappearing out the back door only to end up bumping into someone. “Um––Hi. Could I catch a ride with you? Quickly?” Tyler’s voice was a bit on the urgent side, even wanting some distance from Sciorra and Gomez as her eyes glanced down at his motor bike then back to him with a bit of a pleading smile.

[neonheartc]

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A wedding was probably one of the last places where Yves had wanted to be. Furthermore, in a town to which he had never originally wanted to return to. Somehow, sooner or later you met once again the people you might have wanted to forget. The suit bothered him, too formal and simply not what he would normally choose. On the other hand, he couldn’t simply refuse this request to his best friend, it would have been unfair not to attend the wedding and therefore, he showed up. After several greetings, Yves had retired to the bar, where he quickly emptied one of the drinks. The garden had been festively decorated, the ceremony itself would take place on the beach a bit further away and everything was so wonderfully romantic.

Almost like in a fairy tale and as everyone knows they always had a happy ending - disgusting. He put the glass back and tried to avoid as many people as possible, but had no choice. He forced a smile on his lips, shook a few hands, and avoided talking about what he had done with his life. Because nobody would understand that anyway. It had drawn him out into the city, he had made a lot of wrong decisions, but also right ones for him and now he had money, but that too had its price.

He went on resolutely, it would take some time before the ceremony officially started and until then he somehow had to kill time. He was about to disappear when someone grabbed him and an arm went around his neck. "Hey, where are you going? Come on, I was just about to tell you that she's here too. Come with me.” His best friend pulled him with him and Yves was about to complain until they went around the corner and he saw who he was talking about. The arm came off his neck, his friend said something, but he didn't notice anything at all, because he could only look at the girl who had once stolen his heart and never returned it to him. Now, he clearly had a problem and the fact that his friend forced him over to her made it even more difficult. "Hey Rhaya, look who I found!" And now he was right in front of her and he couldn't believe it, not after all these years, after everything that had happened between them.