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@avengd
an independent, selective multi-muse roleplay account, featuring characters from sons of anarchy, nip/tuck, wwe and aew, and more, as adored by laura (32, she/her). i am well above the age of 21, so i will only write with those over the age of 21 as well. est. on april 7th 2024. for now, my rules are under the cut.
MUSES CARRD (soon) GIF CREDITS DIVIDER CREDIT
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Send 🗣 for me to make you a starter with a line of dialogue from this generator.
new icon thanks to the wonderful @wrestlesource ✨
gonna start going through meme tags rn while I watch the sopranos. 
On anon or not, ask about my muse's romantic life.
@twotonesoffun asked for a moody starter involving mjseff.
11:21pm.
A week out from AEW's shows in Australia, you'd think Max and Seth would be soaking up their little time together and enjoying it, but it was the opposite. For whatever reason, they both were being avoidant toward one another.
Maybe it had to do with the shit weather outside, the gloominess of it all. Doubtful. Nah, this was something deeper.
"You've been staring at the goddamn phone for ten minutes now," Max stated as he stood in the kitchen, his back leaning against the counter. "Something I should know?" Knowing Seth, it could be a multitude of things that had him on edge. Something as little as a hangnail set him off sometimes.
At Seth's dismissive grunt with barely even a glance up at him, Max nodded once as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Right. Be a dick about it then." He should've just dropped it, but they'd been pulling away from one another for weeks now. Seth knew it. Max knew it. Everyone fuckin' knew it. "I'll be in the gym. When you're done PMSing, you can come find me."
like if it’s okay for any of my wrestling muses to raid your meme tag and send you something, even if we’ve never plotted and/or wrote together before.
like if it’s okay for any of my sons of anarchy muses to raid your meme tag and send you something, even if we’ve never plotted and/or wrote together before.
“I got this.”
like if it’s okay for any of my wrestling muses to raid your meme tag and send you something, even if we’ve never plotted and/or wrote together before.
like if it’s okay for any of my sons of anarchy muses to raid your meme tag and send you something, even if we’ve never plotted and/or wrote together before.
i always wonder how different sons of anarchy would’ve been if opie had shown up at the end of season 4 instead of tara, taking his place as vp. how he would’ve been the one to k*ll clay in season six. how he and jax would’ve been untouchable as pres and vp. damn u kurt sutter.
@italianexotiicbeauty asked for a scene with opie inside a courthouse. (accepting!)
The courtroom smelled like sweat and stale, burnt coffee. Miserable. Opie rose to his feet, hands clenched in tight fists at his sides as the judge’s mouth moved one word after another. He barely registered any of it until…
“…five years in Chino State Penitentiary, effective immediately.”
The words hit like a fucking sledgehammer. Opie didn’t react. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look behind him. He couldn’t. Not yet. He just breathed in, slow and steady. Five years - he could do that. He’d already done that before.
A gavel slammed emphatically - a sound he’d heard countless times before - as everyone in the room let out a collective sigh; some of relief. Some of anger. That’s when he felt it. Her eyes on him. He knew she was worried without a second glance. He knew she was thinking the worst.
Everyone knows that Chino wasn’t some fancy retreat. The food tasted like shit, beds were even worse. Always too fuckin’ cold, or too fuckin’ hot. Never a happy medium.
It’s a concrete coffin… where the air is thick with regret and self pity, how the walls pressed in like a fucking trash compactor, how every single second is a reminder of what they did to wind up there.
The handcuffs around his wrists clanked against the table as the bailiff’s began escorting him out of the courtroom. It wasn’t until then that he glanced back at the crowd, finding her eyes on him.
He didn’t speak, though. He lifted his chin to nod, conveying without words that he’d make it through this just like before. Only this time he’d have a reason to come out the other side of this whole.
in this prompt you will find , a collection of random locations that came to mind for starters to help break the ice , or help set the scene when you just can't figure out where to start things. please do not add to this meme & also remember to always reblog from the source.
the essentials ,
a school
a supermarket
a parking garage
a medical clinic
the emergency room
a church
the police station
the fire department
a courthouse
the laundromat
a bus stop
a train station
a airport
for recreation ,
the beach
the mall
a park
the county fair
the rodeo
the movie theater
the theatre
a costume party
the circus
a family picnic
camp grounds
the arcade
a restaurant
events ,
a family reunion
a christmas party
thanksgiving dinner
graduation ceremony
company party
city parade
charity benefit
volunteer event
music/dance recital
award ceremony
a funeral
a wedding
a birthday party
