DAMOCLES

[dcmxcles]

A private roleplay blog associated with charmingrpg obsessed over and penned by B.

daniela carvalho > tattoo artist > 29 > sons of anarcy patched member > camila mendes

jake cooper > undercover fed > 43 > cartel lieutenant > jensen ackles

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isn’t that LUELLA LANE? heard you’re working as OWNER OF WILLOW CREEK RANCH & EQUINE REHABILITATOR and have been here in charming for THEIR WHOLE LIFE you somehow remind me of HEAT RISING FROM FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE AT SUNRISE, DEW UPON THE GRASS, THE SCENT OF CHERRIES AND MENTHOLS & SCUFFED AND WORN COWBOY BOOTS, and i also heard you are AGAINST the crime in town. hope you’re keeping yourself safe!

Raised in charming by a quiet father who'd endured the lure of a croweater too attached to the club to accept responsibility for her newborn child, lu knew the spoils of love and had little time for the fate of abandonment. not a day went by where her father didn't cherish and adore every second he spent with her

Wildflowers and a wild imagination left her free and willing to grow up without the guise of someone caught up in the swirling chaos of Charming; at the expense of forgoing her mothers existence, and a soft spot for everything except humans. Regardless of how soft life had been, she couldn't deny the harshness of reality around her and understood far too early that people could be cruel, violent.

And so her ultimate devotion fell to animals of all kinda. Stray dogs and cats, injured birds and the pest rabbits and foxes that lived on the neighbouring ranch, all found their way to her. In as much a moment of luck as if was her persistence. It was no surprise when she earned her degree in vet med - nor when the ranch her father owned expanded and opened up for the rehabilitation of horses – and everything else that made their way to her.

The pragmatic need to remain separate from the underworld of Charming has only ever blurred in the face of someone in need - whether that be a change of clothes, a shower, or a stitch or two under the table and unreported, it was as much in her nature as her ability to bite back at lines that tangled too much.

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HCS

avoids tangling too frequently with anyone within the MC in an effort to remain at arms length with anyone who might tell her mother anything. While the woman is no longer a croweater and has since become an old lady to one of its members, lu knows some people simply can't help themselves and prefers to keep that line in the sand very much drawn.

Has begun taking on less in her work life - not by choice, but in order to take better care of her father who has been undergoing treatment for stage three cancer for the last seven years. It's a tender topic for her

Trespassers on the willow creek ranch in the past have quickly found out that despite being one of the more approachable people in charming, she can flip a switch to shoot first and ask questions later - she doesn't mess around when it comes to their property and her safe space

WCS

Best friends - I know this girl has many, and some probably unlikely

"patients" that have come to her for help despite people not being her speciality

Those that have sought out the ranch before as a sanctuary type of place during a heated time in their life. Laid low for a bit - needed a meal, a bed to sleep in and somewhere to wash the blood clean.

Someone she was dating rather seriously seven years ago - before her father was diagnosed and lu took a step back from everything to take care of him

Starcrossed lover / right person wrong time. It was never really going to work out between them. In another life, they might have worked. > hector rodriguez

More Tbc

[mumblo-number-five]

Camila Mendes

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles at Family Business Beer Company, September 21, 2023 (x)

[samanddean76]

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[jellco]

HASSIE HARRISON by Owen Gould for Dangerous Animals Premiere (May 2025)

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open @charmingstart location: ink and iron tattoo studio

"I'm about to order food, so you can sit here and sulk or eat with me." It's a non-negotiable. After four hours hunched over the back piece, if she didn't get some kind of food into her, the rest of the day was going to be some kind of hellish. For both her, and her client. "And honestly, I'm not giving you too much of a choice. You're looking a little pale." Cracking open a can of soda, she held another out for current company, "You pass out and I'm not responsible for who hears about it. No secrets here." A falsity in and of itself - the studio held many secrets for the club - but, very rarely did any of those in charming come for fresh ink, pass out - and ever live it down. "Come on, get up. Walk around. It'll help."

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open / @charmingstart location: charming streets; late at night

The screech of tyres against the road broke the sound of the wind calling over the desert and as Jake swung from the drivers seat and slammed his door closed he took in the scene before him. "This better be good," called out across the bonnet of the car as he wove a beeline towards them. The shattered glass, another cars broken window, littered the road and what appeared to be the contents of a bag or handbag joined it in the street and though it'd yet to have brought too much of a crowd - there were certainly on lookers. "This your shit?"

[mortisetlux]

﹒damiano & jake ( @dcmxcles ) ﹒the afterlife

the  bass  thrummed  through  his  veins  ,  a  savage  counterpoint  to  the  alcohol  already  coating  them  ,  that  seemed  to  drown  each  one  .  was  it  sacrilege  ,  to  celebrate  one  sin  with  another  ?  to  let  spirits  coat  his  tongue  and  loosen  his  muscles  ,  rather  than  dash  the  contents  to  the  floor  in  some  archaic  ritual  ?

the  money  had  been  well  earned  ,  and  in  true  damiano  moretti  fashion  ,  it  had  been  well  spent  .  the  night  was  merely  an  added  bonus  to  how  he  intended  to  spend  his  stolen  few  days  of  freedom  ,  so  to  speak  .  with  his  roots  so  intricately  entwined  with  the  cartel's  ,  there  was  no  moment  he  could  truly  claim  to  be  off  duty  .

even  now  ,  vision  blurring  at  the  edges  ,  he  knew  he  could  still  put  a  bullet  between  another  man's  eyes  .

and  yet  ,  it  was  that  very  vision  that  betrayed  him  ,  at  the  sight  of  the  lieutenant  slinking  through  the  crowd  of  swaying  bodies  ,  ones  lost  to  the  same  music  that  continued  to  pulse  through  damiano's  blood  .

❝ is it my lucky night ? ❞  the  words  ,  drenched  in  that  persistent  italian  accent  ,  rose  above  the  music  and  slithered  across  the  narrowing  space  between  them  .  ❝  how very favorable of you to answer my invitation . ❞

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Swallowing his distaste, Jake pushed forth through the mix of people at the front door - any objection that came to light quickly falling apart upon recognition of who he was. A liar. He'd choke back the reality each and every time, knowing he was doing what had to be done. Hues adjusted slowly, the neon lights blinding and leaving hot spots beneath his eyelids before his sight settled. A menial grumble beneath his breath at the crowd ahead a concern of his almost instinctively. What devilish debauchery exchanged hands in the mess below? It forced an itch into his fingertips that he hadn't been able to scratch in years now. The need to do good - to stop devilry in its tracks. But it wasn't his concern; at least not right now. That lay with the italian, making his every effort to ensure everyone in the building knew where he was. Or perhaps, that was simply the draw the man held on him. It felt like sandpaper in his throat. Sandpaper and amber sweetness of the liquid Damiano downed. And he needed it, too desperately to ignore the invitation. "Better be my lucky night," Jake said lowly enough only for the other to hear as he reached out to snake the drink from his hand, finishing the drink off for him. He'd had enough - clearly. Dark hues sting the hitman with a knowing, and irate scowl, "You know I hate this place."

[anarchvsts]

character  ⸺  jake  cooper  /  @dcmxcles location  ⸺  back  office  in  black  widow

technically  cain  hadn't  been  born  into  the  cartel,  but  he  had  been  raised  in  it.  all  of  his  years  were  shaped  by  the  movements,  operation,  players,  and  pulse  of  it.  he  was  weaned  into  the  life,  cut  his  teeth  on  it.  most  would  say  his  reign  of  leadership  had  been  inevitable  because  no  one  really  knew  the  bloody,  beating  heart  of  the  cartel  like  he  did.

more  than  that,  cain  had  studied  the  opposition  to  lengths  and  degrees  none  had  gone  to  before.  he'd  infiltrated  federal  law  enforcement.  went  to  their  training  camps,  passed  their  assessments,  learned  their  operations.  though,  rather  than  take  a  badge  in  the  end,  cain  disappeared  like  smoke.

it  didn't  matter  how  long  he  knew  someone,  the  former  hitman  watched  everyone  around  him  with  an  incredibly  sharp,  perceptive,  intuitive  scrutiny.  and  as  they  stood  in  the  back  room  of  the  strip  club  eliseo  had  procured  for  the  cartel,  hands  in  his  pockets,  dark  eyes  on  his  lieutenant,  he  asked  jake,  "so  what've  you  been  up  to  lately?"

sometimes  cain  was  unnervingly  still.  he  had  never  been  a  man  that  could  be  moved  by  emotions,  and  he'd  spent  so  long  creeping  through  the  shadows  that  it'd  become  second-nature.  "what'chu  workn'  on?"

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Shadows danced against the back wall of the closed room and without second thought, he could have pinpointed the cause of each and every one of them. Every room the cartel sought to stain, he could build an exact replica; name every person who'd stepped foot in any single one of them in the last eight months - but that didn't make him safe. Five years had brought him here, as close to the head of the cartel than any of them had ever made it without meeting a messy, bitter end. And he knew better than to jeopardize it by making stupid moves. The atmosphere of the room changed - but he didn't make to move. Only few people would enter without making themselves known, and even fewer would make little noise in doing so and when Cain's voice cut through the dull sound of the strip club beyond, it fell into place for him. The mask, the facade - the man Jake had become. "Trade route from the south," he shirks a look across his shoulder, taking note of the place the cartel leader had settled, "there's been talk of some kind of operation going down on the highway. Not us, but they're looking for something." No need to mention where he'd heard that information, but he'd ensured enough people outside of the feds knew about it - enough that it wouldn't be strange for him to know. Though he'd never met the man before finding his place within the cartel - Jake had been fed a plethora of information; whether it was good or not, it didn't matter. It told him enough. Outsmarting Cain - and the cartel, would be tedious. A fact that Jake could only hope he'd be on the winning side of - and not another body fed to the desert. He turned, then lent against the desk until he could look the other in the eye, "Just looking at options."

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✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 ⸺  open ( @charmingstart ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ samcro's clubhouse

The  bonfire  cracked  and  popped  in  the  makeshift  ring  at  the  far  edge  of  SAMCRO’s  lot,  smoke  drifting  lazily  toward  the  dark  sky  as  laughter  and  low  voices  carried  from  the  clubhouse.  Colson  stood  a  few  feet  back  from  the  heat,  leaning  against  his  bike,  boots  planted  easy  on  the  gravel,  kutte  draped  over  his  shoulders  like  it  always  was.  The  firelight  warmed  his  face  —  sharp  jaw,  cropped  sandy  hair,  blue  eyes  watching  you  with  a  faint,  knowing  glint.  He  took  a  slow  drag  of  his  cigarette,  exhaling  through  his  nose  as  you  went  off.  A  corner  of  his  mouth  twitched  before  he  finally  spoke,  calm  as  ever.  “You  gonna  catch  fire  with  all  that  energy,  or  you  just  puttin’  on  a  show?”

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Half empty bottle dangles from her fingertips, no longer as appetizing as it had been an hour ago. Tense words shared between her brother in the backrooms of the clubhouse still circling the forefront of her mind. Despite whatever was happening - the lines being drawn within the club, the carvalho siblings knew they'd accept whatever direction the club chose; even if they didn't quite agree with it. The things they'd already done to keep any kind of respect was damning enough. "Shut up, Lake," she murmurs, sipping on the warm beer to give her mouth something else to do than run. "Can't you find anyone else to stir up?"

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Somewhere outside around the clubhouse.

OPEN TO ALL: @charmingstart

Like a sixth sense, or perhaps it was just Ramiro being a little overly protective of the piece of cake he had on his plate - he felt eyes on him before he heard the footsteps. The man briefly looked up, though more so favoring the food item then the company. "What? I don't need an excuse to eat a piece of cake. And no it's not my birthday - it was just on sale." Clearly clarifying beforehand as the cake did say Happy Birthday. It was marked on clearance and he was a sucker for a good deal, especially when his sweet tooth decided to pay him a visit.

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"Hey, don't look at me like that, I've never judged you..." her lighthearted tone as much teasing as it was favorable towards Ramiro. After spending years in his shadow - as his employee at the studio, or at the clubhouse, she'd quickly learned to pick out his quirks. Even as she dipped her finger in the icing; she knew his proclivity for sweets. The dollop of icing disappeared in her mouth, the brunette plopping into the seat across from him, "That's fucking awful, miro...- its pure diabetes."

[aarontveit]

JENSEN ACKLES as MARK MEACHUM

COUNTDOWN E12: This is His Signature

[femalestunning]

camimendes: música press day in my hometown >>>

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025) | 1.02 – “Dead Lots of Times”

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | EW Cover Story, July 15, 2025 [x]

[mdnet]

Camila Mendes ✨💖

[jellco]

CAMILA MENDES via Instagram "the new IT show is the new it-show 🎈 beyond proud of you all" (October 2025)