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✱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 aka rhea blakely ✱ dancer at deseo, currently unaffiliated. ( intro. pinterest. )

✱ 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 aka diego chihuán ✱ sergeant at arms for the diablos. ( intro. pinterest. )

... affiliated with ridefm. written by ray ( twenty5. she/her. gmt. )

@𝐒𝐔𝐆𝟒𝐑 : sugar, spice n' everything nice / tagging @thickskcll & @windturns.

✱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒, closed for @thickskcll / eloisa.

✱ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, isa's place, the morning after the brawl.

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, worrying about her stupid best friend who stupidly jumped to her defense last night and stupidly ended up in jail. why was she so stupid !? rhea could hardly talk. she's never been the sharpest tool in the shed, but directly involving herself in a reaper v diablo showdown? her dumbest move to date. still no word from isa. the guilt sinks to the pit of her stomach, and it hurts much more than the busted lip throbbing on her face ― the reason isa was stuck in a cell in the first place, probably with a bunch of weirdos and some sweaty guy doing push ups in the corner. totally not speaking from experience.

📱 ➞ ＋1 new message.

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, and she nearly drops it as she scrambles to open the notification. it's her. fast forward ten minutes, and she's outside isa's apartment, banging hard enough to wake the whole of straton. " open up, you idiot ! " the banging continues, relentless. when the door finally swings open, rhea's halfway through a breathless insult before she sees isa standing there ― tired and bruised, but alive. without thinking, she throws her arms around isa's smaller frame, squeezing so tight she might suffocate. she escaped the diablos, but not rhea's deathly embrace. " i hate you. " she mumbles into her shoulder, voice shaky. it means 'i love you' really. just as quickly, she's shoving isa back, landing a hit to her arm. " what the hell were you thinking !? "

#💋 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 & eloisa.#thickskcll

📱 txt msg to isa 🐻 / @thickskcll. rhea: ur so stupid!!!!! rhea: are u ok 😭😭😭😭 rhea: why am i texting u ur in jail rhea: UGH THIS IS ALL MY FAULT rhea: text me as soon as ur out!!!!!! rhea: are u out yet?????? rhea: hellooooooo rhea: i hate u rhea: but i love u sm rhea: +15 more messages

#💋 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 & eloisa.#thickskcll

jettail

STARTER: open — capping at ( 05 / 06 ) WHERE AND WHEN: deseo, around 8pm or so.

. . . . . ╰──╮ the music is loud, the air thick with smoke and laughter, the kind of night that promises trouble before it even really begins. deseo is packed, the bar drowning in orders, and jett is in his element – moving fast, pouring drinks, trading easy grins with familiar faces.

he leans against the counter, forearms resting on the polished wood, and looks at the person across from him. his smile is lazy, teasing, the kind that makes it seem like he’s got all the time in the world when, really, he doesn’t.

❛ — so, what’s it gonna be tonight? ❜ he asks, tapping his fingers against the bar top. ❛ — something strong? something smooth? or are we feeling reckless? ❜

2wheelz

" 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐌𝐄. " it'd become a break - time tradition, meeting jett at the bar for a mid - shift shot. or two. " last time you got me in trouble with kendra, y' lil devil ― i'm surprised i still have a job after i threw up in that poor guy's lap. don't think that's what he had in mind when he came lookin' for a lap dance. " she shakes her head, but can't help the laugh that escapes pursed lips. " what in tarnation did you put in that damn drink anyways!? "

#💋 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 & jett.#jettail

fearstreat

༄　outside hell's gate, around 12am ༄　closed for diego chihuán @2wheelz

　　༄　　𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗢. she feels like a hen getting her chicks in order, demanding they return to the forge before they get caught doing god knows what at the diablos' party. she doesn't remember when she turned into such a square, a mother whose only job is to look out for her kids, when she used to run free like there was nothing that could stop her. back then, she felt invincible. she thinks it's her youth falling far behind her, out of grasp like a balloon let loose in the wind, but it's also the simply notion that times are changing. there are different people in charge, now, and that meant anything put in place over the years could be gone in the blink of an eye. she's just about done sending the last of the prospects back when he catches her eye, clad in a well-worn leather jacket and bathed in an air of confidence that can only come from the power he wields as the diablos' sergeant at arms. it's practically instinct to roll her eyes at his presence, now. “ can i help you? ” she asks, a single brow raised as she approaches the older man with a strut that screams undeniably inebriated. “ or did you come out here to kick my ass off enemy territory? ”

2wheelz

𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 ― marching kids around like she owns the place. he remembers when she was just a twenty - something newbie herself. reaper's girl. out of towner. he'd seen her back then, too ― fresh face wearing a biker jacket she hadn't earned yet, playing the doting girlfriend to a man who'd made real enemies in his time. did she know? " nah, " breathes out between a humorless laugh and puff of smoke, barely glancing her way as he flicks the ash to the floor. " if i wanted you gone, you'd be gone. " the words roll off his tongue like he's said them a million times before. like he's acted on them a million times before. but he's just having fun, really. yanking her chain. he'd never hurt a woman. wouldn't need to. they're much smarter than that. husbands, on the other hand...

brow raises as she struts in his direction, eyes laced with amusement as they finally reach hers; glazed over, drunk. much like his own. 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 ― not because of some reminder of past actions that meant nothing to him, but because there was something irritably entertaining about watching her stumble around, keeping a peace he never agreed to. " better keep those prospects on a tight leash. " flicks his cigarette to the curb, grinding it out beneath his boot as he backs off the wall, inching toward her. " wouldn't wanna go breaking that peace treaty, would we? " an easy jab, one that didn't require much force. a shared history did the heavy lifting for him ― years of bad blood, the kind that doesn’t disappear just because a couple of presidents shook hands two decades ago. " then again... " a lopsided smirk toys at his lips as the space closes between them. " not like you've got much to lose these days. "

#🔥 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 & solana.#windturns #* spongebob vc * one eternity later .......LETS !!! GOOOO !!!!#he's unhinged fr

✱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒, closed for @ridcersa / katerina.

✱ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, hell's bar.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ― laughter, music, the heavy scent of beer and smoke thick in the air. the kind of night he'd lived a thousand times over, the kind he would usually lose himself in without a second thought. and yet, even with a near empty bottle in his grip and the feeling of family by his side, he felt hollow. like something was missing. or someone. he didn't let himself dwell on it, never did. just drank more, laughed when expected, allowed the chaos of the night to swallow him whole. but even as he held his weight up against the bar, hazy from the liquor, he could feel it ― her absence. it ate at his chest, nothing to feed on but a raging fire that had been burning since he was a child. one that only katerina could control ― funny that his wife turned out to be a firefighter. like it was meant to be.

thought he was seeing things when he spotted her through the crowd. maybe the alcohol was playing tricks on 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, maybe he'd drunk himself into wishful thinking. but no, it was her. his wife. a beauty so unmistakable. what was she doing here? she never came to these things ― not willingly. a homebody, she called herself. he didn't mind. quite liked it, actually. she was always there waiting for him when he got home after a hard day, an escape from reality... ― ouch! hit a nerve. it hurt him, thinking of the way they used to be. he knew her once. every part of her. she was a language he could speak in his sleep. and now his tongue feels tied.

𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 from across the room, breath catching in his throat. the silence between them hums louder than the music. he should go to her. he should run to her, take her in his arms like he did on their wedding night. but for the first time in his life, he hesitates. she looks different. or maybe she doesn't. maybe it's the space between them stretching so wide that he can't see her clearly anymore. grip tightens around the bottle, knuckles white, breath slow. he has fought wars for men he calls brothers, bled for them ― but facing her now feels like the hardest battle of all. and yet, he moves. picks up his feet before fear roots him in place.

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖. close enough to catch the scent of her, like a high all on its own. he doesn't know what to say. has spent so long not talking to her, he doesn't know if he has the right. " mi querida... " words are soft, familiar. almost reaches for her cheek, one he so desperately wants to caress. but something is holding him back. the fear of letting her in, the fear of being seen, the fear that underneath his anger only lies hurt. instead his fingers clench the bottle of whiskey that had taken her place tonight, one he knows he shouldn't be holding in front of her. " what are you doing here? "

#🔥 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 & the mrs.#ridcersa

tvandfilm

KEVIN CAN F**K HIMSELF (2021— ) S01E05, New Patty

2wheelz

@thickskcll .

#💋 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 & eloisa.

✱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒, closed for @thickskcll / eloisa.

✱ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, deseo.

" what're you doing over here on your 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄, missy ? " probably trying to enjoy her food in peace, but there's no such thing where rhea's concerned. she scooches in to isa's booth, opting to squeeze directly next to her rather than the much more sensible option of the chair opposite ― practically sitting on her lap, body glitter rubbing off on isa's signature leather jacket. " this party is wild ! look at the tips i've made already... " hands dig in to her sequined bum bag, throwing a handful of loose dollar bills in the air, the scrunched up notes falling not so gracefully around them. " best believe i danced my ass off for this. n' mr. drool all over his dusty grey beard over there couldn't keep his hands to himse ― " eyes widen, stopping herself before isa could hear the rest. kendra would kill her if she bought more trouble to the club, and isa ― bless her heart ― doesn't play when it comes to rhea. that guy could be drooling blood any minute now. " anyways... help me clean this up. " she's on her hands and knees now, picking up her hard earned cash from the floor.

#💋 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 & eloisa.#thickskcll

ivynightshade

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]

#💋 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 ⭒ coded.

feral-ballad

Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart; “August 24, 2018”

#🔥 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 ⭒ coded.

✱ ( keke palmer. cis woman. she/her. twenty - eight. ) in texas, 𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 is more commonly known as 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑. they've been living in stratford for her whole life and is currently a dancer at deseo. some say they are dramatic & restless, but i'm more inclined to believe those that say they're bubbly & charismatic. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear sad girlz luv money by amaarae & kali uchis playing from their window. ( a sweet southern drawl, smooth as honey & twice as thick, calling everybody 'sugar' like it's a promise and a distraction all at once — neon lights flickering in a haze of cigarette smoke & sweet perfume — getting lost in an applause that never feels loud enough ).