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[6courier]

@myseracion​​     ›     *  12: Almost Kiss

from     where    bones    was    hiding,   without    hesitation     he    catches     temps     hand    and    gently    pulls    her   towards   him,     immediately    catching    her    against    his  chest.  standing    behind    a    wall,     steady    eyes     watched    as    SPOCK   passed    them    unaware    of    their    presence.      releasing   his   hold   on   her,    his   gaze   returned  to  temp’s    eyes,     silence    caught    his    throat,     as    the    subtle    feeling    of    warmth  enveloped,   it  was  no   secret   (  except   to   the   rest   of   the  fleet  )   that   bones   was  drawn   to   her.    something   he   didn’t   readily   admit   but   it   was  obvious  in  the   way  he  looked   at    her.       smiling   was   rare   for    him     but    he   did   his   best,   when  a  smirk  appeared on    his   lips   as   he   traced   her  features,  from  her  eyes  down  to  her  lips.  tension   rises   as   the   heat   rushes  to  his    cheeks,     he    leans    forward,     lips    parted,  inches   from   her   own,    BUT ABRUPTLY   stops   when   he   felt   someone  hovering  behind   them.   he   turns  to  find  scotty   staring   at   the   two,   a  dumbfounded  curiosity.  it  caused   bones   to   step   back  from    temp.    ❝    dammit.   this   is    no   peep  show.    get  out   of   here.    ❞    he   watched   the   other  defensively   put   up    his   hands  curbing   a  smile   as   he   sauntered   off.    i  doubt  he’d  keep  that   one  to  himself.    he  mused,    slightly  embarrassed,   and  irritated  that  their  moment  had  been  ruined,  bones  released  a  sigh.      ❝    i   suppose  we   should   get  back  to   work.    ❞   

                                                   I   WANT   THE   K       !

[paleddeath]

💞 + in the pews or in the confessional booth ? I have to know what I’m working with

"Oh, I'm not picky. I see you've volunteered..."

[muutosarchive]

𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: [ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞 ] 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 ( 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐡𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 )

raven hair is tucked up & into a hairnet, though she’ll never miss the excuse to rid her head of the garb she’s so used to wearing, as protected hands carry a tray of baked goods they had been assigned to. a good task for temperance, yet as far as she’s concerned? she’s not sure. she’d always had help baking in the past for church events (in her old life, or this one for that matter).. & well? she never particularly liked what she made, let’s put it that way. despite this,  temperance had told her that these were some of her favourites & naturally, judith wished to see how she had done. the smile she wears has a spark of mischievousness in it, for the sin of greed & gluttony met them both in her simple act of putting two extra treats on the tray. though there’s a scrunch of her face. high cheekbones raised, with her pursed lip smile. subduing the action, due to nervousness alone. perhaps the two flushing ladies don’t belong in a church of this magnitude. though their stories were so similar in their diverted path, she feels safe divulging things with the fellow sister. teeth just overlapping her bottom tier.

“i made a few extra.” she announces, as she places down the tray on a steel table. gesturing with her fingers & wiggling briefly. “i thought it could be.. our little secret, right?” she shrugs. she gazes down at the spread for a moment, before wide eyes peer back upward, smile once again tugging & threatening to build upon her youthful face.

@myseracion​    /  /    🕸️ ⸻   𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂.   acts of service.  

[17goiingunder]

@myseracion

“Can I tell you a secret?” He looks uncharacteristically withdrawn today, far from his usual jovial self. Even the pastry sitting on the counter doesn’t seem to help Dave’s mood, a sure sign that something is wrong. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

[diicktective]

“ i’m  not  a  vampire,  but  i  know  how  to  suck. “

HallowXXXn Prompts // @myseracion

          “Well, I ain't a WEREWOLF , but I been known to EAT CAT . ” He has the audacity to lick his lips.

[muutosarchive]

playlist???

fancy - drake ft. t.i & swizz beatz

church girl - beyonce

i'm not a girl, not yet a woman - britney spears

use my voice - evanescence

woman - dorothy

sugar - garbage

send in ‘Playlist’ + your muses name and I’ll make a small playlist for them !!    @myseracion

[muutosarchive]

𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠??

yeah, of course. if the church would accept in back in any capacity, he’d say yes in a heartbeat. there’s no hesitation, no nothing. he never wanted to leave the church for any other reason than necessity, & if it didn’t end so bad he’d 100% step into a role that he could perform. they don’t deserve him, though. i’m sure there would still be some loneliness and embarrassment kicked up by his conduct, but we both know he’d take it with a grain of salt. he’s just a simple dude. i think being in an around the church might bring him a bit of normalcy, especially when he feels in over his head. & it’ll keep him busy, which is a perk. we don’t want him trying to cook more often, right?

random ask   /  /    @myseracion​

[6courier]

@myseracion​​    ›   ∗   12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . 

scott    with    a    smile,   enthusiastically    stood   up    but   within   seconds   sat   back   down, he    can’t    do    this.      his   nerves    wracked    his    body,     muscles    tense   and   fingers  begin    to    tap    an   ANXIOUS    rhythm.        he   chuckles    out    of    embarrassment,  anything   to   relieve   the   tight   bundle   of    anxiety.    ❝  um. ❞  .  .   .  was   all   he   could  muster.      with   his    motivational    chant    i’m   the  bloss  ,   i’m   the  boss,  playing  in  the  back   of   his   mind    but   doubt   challenged   it   when   he   imagined   what   he’d  look  like  on   the   dance  floor.   he   was   sparing  her   from   having  to  witness   that  chaotic   mess.    ❝    i   don’t  like  dancing.     ❞   which  was  a   lie  but  how  could  she  know  that   he  danced   when  no  one  was  around,   in  the  morning  to  the  mtv  music  channel    or   in   the  shower   when  he  can’t   get   a  tune   out   of   his   head.    worrying  his  lips   ,    green   eyes    scanned   the   room,    spotting  a   WORTHY   candidate  that  can  easily   take   his   place.     ❝   i  think   you  should  ask    thor.  ❞ 

                                                𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘉𝘈𝘓 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛𝘚     !