𝙲𝙷𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻

#𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙾𝙽 - independent original character written by nova ! she / her, twenty eight ( 28 ), timezone is est. original character of eleven years ( est. 2011 ) rebooted too many times. main verse defaults to temperance being owner and baker of sweet temptations in manhattan. more verses available including but not limited to, vampire, dragon age, assassin's creed, fantasy. #𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 - strength in the face of adversity, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, kindness makes the world go round. 

of course, duke knows she struggles with her place. its the hardest part about their relationship. whether as – romantic partners, or as priest and parishioner. he wants to extend her nothing less (& ofttimes even more), than the others. most of his days are filled simply by talking to people. aside from the minimal hours spent, performing some sort of service for anyone interested. he sits, & he listens. sometimes to one person, for hours on end. & somehow, now - after the world has crumbled at their feet… there never ceases to be a line. always feeling quite odd about imposing something so trivial as office hours, to those having to live in a lawless world. a world seemingly without god’s mercy. without loved ones… without all that which they once relied upon, to live their lives. however, without boundaries - he’d die of starvation, strung along a worn pew. yet, he could argue, the bible is more prevalent than ever before, as, what is the book if it is not the instruction to salvation? if only instilling the wisdom necessary in providing advice. that which will assist in guiding his flock, in how best to live for Him. in fact, he preaches a lot these days about being saved by faith, & about making amends. that they all will be saved by god’s grace, through faith alone in Jesus Christ. as this is what promises salvation, no? for the lord has not slain them, as he has many, in the end of times. “Repent, and let every one of you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins; and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.“ however, his words seem hollow - as he cannot, as a priest, even find it in himself to abstain from sin. to honour god, above all. yet, when he talks to temperance his worries seem to melt away. it’s as though, he’s offering advice to a friend. which, in a way he is. encouraging her, to practice her passion as god saw fit to bless her with an outlet - a working kitchen. he wants her to find some sort of happiness, here. purpose, that everyone lacks these days. he wishes to give it to each & every one of them, truly. but while he tries his best to help her, some work has to be done within. in her presence now, it’s a battle of nervous excitement & boundless energy. unable to act proper, around one another. a big smile stretching his aching cheeks, whilst his hands continue to clasp a bit awkwardly before him. jutting out. shyly regarding the former baker. but he cannot help but to look down & away, in the same vein. he shares the sentiment, that it’s easy to forget your troubles. nodding his head, slightly, at her admission. yet, there’s a blush filling out the colour in his cheeks, at that.. suddenly very shy. “that’s.. gut -” he starts breathy, with a now pursed lipped smile is almost forced to recede. still brightening narrowed eyes, as they look up - leaving his chin behind. down turned. “i’ve hardly had time all week long, to perform other duties.” he chuckles, his back straightening now that she moves forward. it’s still as if he’s never had her, before. like - he was still just a boyish priest, sweating beneath his chasuble. but it does feel like they hardly see each other - wish her respecting his time, with others.  

if there is something that temperance knows, it’s that god will provide. provide what ? provide all. he will provide shelter for them, food for them to eat, even companions for them to talk to. he will even provide everything you didn’t know you needed. so while she struggles temperance is comforted at that idea. especially in this new world. a new world of which themselves they can build. a new anno domini if you will. anything from now forward will be anything they can speak for, in fact they can even change things if they wanted to. who would stop them, who would be the ones to tell them they are wrong. those of which were saved will understand will they not ? god has not struck them down, like he thinks. a new catholicism for them all. she has to remember, for everything she thinks about with duke, it is not just he and her. it’s all who are in their vicinity. and this new anno domini, she will not allow herself to fall into darkness as she had before. she cannot. for there are people who rely on her, to keep them fed, to take these pockets of the day that they have made where they can forget and make it worth something. 

but as he looks at her, and temperance looks up towards him with that wide beautiful smile of hers, she cannot help but think that not not everyone thinks the same, or even if duke will. thoughts to keep to herself for now. instead, she is just enjoying his presence, holding her hands before her. having to act as though this is all they are. ‘ well, i don’t believe you know this, but father, i do believe you are quite the popular man. everyone just wants a bit of you. ‘ giggling so. they don’t see each other often and temperance makes it a point of that. that’s strange to think that temperance, the woman who’s heart is the biggest thing in this world, would be almost avoiding the good father. and it’s because they each have their respective jobs to do. neither of them need the distraction, and she does not want to be the reason for him to suddenly not give their flock the attention they need and deserve. 

*          @myseracion​     …      like what you see?

the  glass  is  cool  underneath  the  pads  of  my  fingers  as  i  press  them  onto  the  display  case,  peering  at  the  pastries  inside.  ❛     mm,    ❜  i  say,  noncommittally.  i’ve  never  really  considered  myself  a  baker  of  any  sort  (  a  hazy  memory  of  a  box-mix  batch  of  brownies  that  refused  to  cook  plays  in  my  head  as  if  on  a  panopticon  :  black  &  white  &  at  times  barely  visible  ),  but  i  know  what  takes  time.  

something  that,  around  here,  doesn’t  ever  behave  the  way  you  expect  it  to.

❛     did  you  make  these  ?    ❜  i’m  stalling,  &  i  can  hear  it  in  my  voice.  if  i  am  remembering  yesterday  correctly,  this  bakery  wasn’t  here.  instead,  it  had  been  a  small  family-owned  movie  store.  there  had  still  been  vhs  tapes  on  the  shelves.  i’d  half-expected  to  hear  some  mention  of  fucking  blockbuster.  yesterday  had  been  a  great  day.  today,  too.  THAT’S  WHAT  FRIGHTENS  ME.  not  only  do  i  never  know  how  long  this  will  last  ;  how  many  memories  i  can  accumulate  before  it  wipes  it  all,  like  a  hard  reset  on  a  video  game  before  you’re  able  to  save  your  recent  progress.  

i  know  yesterday  was  a  video  store  because  i’d  woken  up  with  the  tape  i’d  rented  still  sitting  on  the  dining  room  table.  it  looked  more  worn  than  it  had  yesterday,  but  it  had  still  very  recognisably  been  _lock,  stock,  &  two  smoking  barrels.  _maybe  i  should  have  chosen  something  time  themed  instead.  will  it  even  work  if  i  put  it  into  the  player  ?  i  hadn’t  considered  that.  I’LL  MAKE  A  NOTE  OF  THAT  IN  THE  JOURNAL  FOR  FUTURE-PAST-WHENEVER-THE-FUCK  ME  TO  TEST  OUT  AT  SOME  POINT.

❛     i  only  ask  ‘cause  they  look  phenomenal.     ❜  not  a  lie  -  they  really  do.  better  than  whatever  brownie  box-mix  sludge  i’m  capable  of,  certainly.    ❛     i'll  uh,  grab  one  of  those  lemony  things.  cheers.     ❜  i  gesture  towards  what  i  assume  to  be  a  citrus  tart  of  some  sort,  &  pull  out  the  wallet  that  never  quite  seems  to  empty.  it’s  now  or  never,  really.  what’s  the  point  in  having  these  memories  if  i  don’t  try  &  do  something  with  them.  ❛     so  –  how  long’ve  you  been  here  ?     ❜  an  attempt  at  sounding  casual  ;  JUST  MAKING  CONVERSATION.  ❛     or,  er,  open.  how  long’s  the  shop  been  open  ?  you  new,  or  -  ?     ❜

there’s something to be said for the pride of which she feels whenever there is anyone in her bakery looking at these goods of which are 99% edible ingredients and 1% love. putting her absolute heart and soul into everything that it is you see in those display cases. she takes her job as a baker very seriously, being able to wax poetic why it is she does what she does and why it fulfills her daily. the smell of fresh brewed coffee permeates the store and for a moment, she wonders if that’s a smell she wants overpowering these baked goods, and for another moment, it doesn’t matter. her smile towards the brunette on the other side is warm, wide, genuine above all. it’s hard to find people to smile like that at you anymore just because of how the world worked. 

‘ yeah ! every morning, i make myself a cup of tea and get to work making these beauties. ‘ there’s that fondness that she hinted to, good thing he doesn’t ask more because she would have talked his ear off for goodness knows how long. how long he’d let her, really. ‘ why thank you ! ‘ hands come over her heart for just a moment before her hands fall upon the counter behind the display once more looking to where he pointed and quickly gathering a beautiful small box sweet temptations written across the top in script. she peeks up for a moment with the stumble of his words, but it’s for nothing more than to just make sure he’s okay, before that ever present smile widens, even chuckling softly through her words. ‘ a little bit, ‘ inhaling deeply as she puts together the box before closing it with tape. of course, this is temperance we’re talking about. she never just has a few words to say to anyone ever about anything. ‘ i believe a couple months now. ‘ still there is excitement in her tone, bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet, curls bouncing lightly with her. 

@muutos​​​ asked ​❝ i can make this right. ❞ (John wick) 

@ithirial​​ asked ​[ hand ] — from Connor / ithirial !!!

the sirens in south boston are loud enough and constant enough to drown out any noise that a normal person would produce. just talking on your cellphone down the street would interrupt it for a few minutes as not only police cars would fly by but ambulances in tow on their way to the scene. little did they know, there was one thing in this world that perhaps was louder than them, and that was temperance shaw herself in the throes of passion. lain out beneath the irishman above, hands reaching up to grab the back of his neck, long manicured nails scratching lightly before grabbing at whatever was beneath her as his hands grabbed at her hips, long deliberate strokes into her making the baker gasp and moan. for as much as she tried to contain it, with an arch of her back she couldn’t, the loud moans wracking through her. this is why he had to hold her down, she was squirmish and very handsy as he went on.