exceptions.

[hcrdtail]

a dependent multimuse for charmingrpg:

cole hartman. 38. samcro sergeant at arms/mechanic. garrett hedlund. intro. threads. mateo flores. 28. hitman for the cartel & bartender at angels. alejandro speitzer. intro. threads. civan erberk. 32. head of weapons operations for the mafia & dj at the afterlife. serkay tütüncü. intro. threads.

[landminess-deactivated20260403]

Ramiro just decided to nod at the other's statement. He was quick to assume but it wasn't something he was going to take back. It only meant Ramiro could relax just a little. "It was heavily guarded. Can't reveal that secret though." More specifically the hiding spot. Everything was such free range in the clubhouse fridge. He hadn't used that thing in ages. "I am surprised I actually decided to eat here - usually don't." The man chose peace for meals or in this case a snack. "You can have a piece, just don't go around boasting about it or I will never hear the end of it."

[hcrdtail]

"of course," he agreed with a nod, "hell, i'll even pinky swear if ya need. don't want people to know that you're givin' this to just 'bout anyone." he knew that if word got around, some would probably stand around like vultures and either beg or steal a piece.

cole then grabbed the nearest thing to a plate he could find and headed towards the cake, "is this actually good or are you gonna laugh when i have to spit it out cause it's horrible?"

[anarchvsts]

character  ⸺  cole  hartman  /  @hcrdtail location  ⸺  samcro  clubhouse  lot

in  the  event  of  looking  for  a  little  alone  time  with  a  cigarette,  the  brunette  discovered  that  the  picnic  bench  around  the  side  of  the  clubhouse  was  occupied.  the  sergeant  at  arms  hadn't  really  seemed  to  notice  her  approach  but  charli  extended  her  pack  of  marlboro  medium  100's  out  to  him  anyone  after  she'd  fished  one  free  for  herself.  "penny  for  your  thoughts?  you  seem  ...  deep  into  it,"  she  smirked  a  little  and  rubbed  at  her  upper  arm  with  her  free  hand  in  feeling  that  january  chill  in  their  dusty  northern  california  town.  considering  she'd  just  come  in  after  a  long  ride  out  to  the  oakland  area,  charli  remained  standing  after  she'd  lit  up  and  took  those  euphoric  few  drags.  

[hcrdtail]

sometimes cole looked like he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. he didn't. but his marriage in the toilet definitely weighed on him a lot. and he had a tendency to replay what he could've done differently. his ruminating often led to him looking like he was staring at nothing. it took a second to register that charli was talking to him, enough to snap him out of his blank stare. he then glanced at the pack when she offered, moving one of the cigarettes to his fingers.

"dangerous question," he joked, "my thoughts don’t come cheap," he obviously didn't have profound thoughts. he flicked his lighter closed and leaned back, "not thinkin' about anything important anyways," his own life wasn't anyone's problem but his own. "just come out for a smoke break?"

[violaobanion]

THE BIKERIDERS (2023) dir. Jeff Nichols

[openseascn]

ft. 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 / @hcrdtail

[wickcdways]

WHERE: The Afterlife WITH: OPEN ( @charmingstart )

“Word of advice?” Hakan began, turning on the barstool just enough to angle himself more towards the patron perched next to him, “Never get married.” Placing his phone facedown on the bartop, he carded a hand through his salt and pepper curls and blew out a long sigh, signaling that whatever text he’d just read from his estranged wife clearly hadn’t been a pleasant one. But then again, the one he’d sent her first hadn’t been either. It was just a vicious cycle that went on and on, though he didn’t harbor any ill will towards her despite that. In fact, if they’d never been married, Hakan suspected the two of them might have been good friends. Sidelining that thought, he turned his attention back towards his newfound company, “What’re you drinking? Next round is on me,” he offered, raising a hand to signal for the bartender, “May your luck be far better than mine.”

[hcrdtail]

civan wasn't a stranger to the afterlife, and it was his usual preference to go to if he was in need of a night of distraction, which was a lot lately. "i appreciate the unsolicited advice," he was half joking, but also it was a good reminder, "i wasn't planning on it anyways." he announced, before taking a sip of his negroni. he's heard stories of a least a handful of relationships crumbling once they were legally intertwined, even if there was no particular reason.

"hold on, i feel like that'll give me your luck," he motioned towards hakan with his free hand, "so shouldn't i be the one paying for this round?" he wasn't superstitious, he was a little stitious.

[outlawoverture]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 ⸺  open ( @hcrdtail ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ angel's

Chelsea  had  no  business  behind  the  bar,  either  on  top  of  one  or  leaned  against  one instead —  which,  honestly,  was  exactly  why  she’d  slipped  herself  there  in  the  first  place.  Perched  on  a  stool  with  one  knee  tucked  up  and  the  other  heel  hooked  around  the  rung,  she  leaned  over  the  counter  like  she  belonged,  blonde  hair  spilling  forward  as  she  reached  for  a  bottle  she  definitely  hadn’t  been  invited  to  touch.  The  speakers hummed  something  upbeat  and loud behind  her,  lights  low  and  warm,  the  whole  place  buzzing  just  enough  to  feel  dangerous  in  a  fun  way.  “Relax,”  she  chimed,  already  twisting  the  cap  off  with  a  grin,  “I’ve  watched  bartenders  do  this  a  lot.  You  especially.  I'm  practically  certified.”

She  eyed  the  lineup  of  bottles  like  they  were  contestants  in  a  very  unserious  competition,  pouring  with  confidence  she  hadn’t  earned  and  a  wink  she  absolutely  had.  “Okay,  so  this  is  either  gonna  be  really  good,”  Chelsea  said,  sliding  the  glass  across  the  bar  toward  whoever  was  closest,  “or  we  pretend  this  never  happened  and  order  shots  like  adults.”

[hcrdtail]

mateo didn’t stop her. he just leaned back against the bar with his arms crossed, watching her like this was something he was going to critique later. one brow lifted as the cap twisted free, trying to hide the amusement on his face.

"practically certified," he repeated, giving a look as if he was saying sure jan. "that’s exactly what i’m worried about."

when the glass slid toward him, he caught it before it could tip, fingers brushing the rim as he gave it a thoughtful sniff. "…okay. i've definitely served worse," he announced, taking a cautious sip, "and i hate that, because now you’re never going to let this go."

he nudged the glass back toward her, "but if this kills me, i’m haunting you. and if it doesn’t, you’re officially banned from behind my bar. union rules," he teased, finally letting a smirk appear.

[hcrdtail]

( serkay tütüncü, thirty two, cis man, he/him ) isn’t that CIVAN ERBERK? heard you’re working as a HEAD OF WEAPON OPERATIONS/DJ AT THE AFTERLIFE and have been here in charming for FOUR YEARS. you somehow remind me of ACCEPTING EVERY DARE THAT COMES HIS WAY, NOT BEATING NEPOTISM ALLEGATIONS, AND HAVING EVERYTHING TO PROVE , and i also heard you are FOR  the crime in town. hope you’re keeping yourself safe!

stats:

name: civan erberk.

nicknames. tbd.

age: thirty two.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

occupation: head of weapons operations for the mafia and dj at the afterlife.

bullet points

triggers: parental death, drug use

civan's father was a member of the mafia until his unfortunate death a year ago. a heart attack. he should've seen it coming, considering his dad wasn't the healthiest guy but it was still something that came out of the blue for him.

he knew that was expected of him, by his father especially, to join the ranks and hopefully one day be his father's right hand man with weapons operations. he wasn't naturally cut out for this life, but his dad held out for him. expectations existed, but were softened by the presumption that he'd eventually figure it out. this left him with a very bad sense of preparedness. he watched his father work for years and figured that he'd be able to pick up where he left off.

his dad talked highly of his son to others, even if he didn't always talk highly of his son to his face. maybe that's why civan seemed more prepared than he actually was. and his dad always made it a well known intention that he wanted his son to be right there with him in the role. and civan insisted that he was ready. in reality, he's still wildly underprepared. he still relies heavily on what he thinks his father would have done, filling in the everything else with confidence.

he can definitely be a little cocky but underneath all that, he's just trying to not fail and prove himself. he wants everyone to know that he deserves the position, not just because it was his father’s, but because he's good at it too. and that he's also his own person.

he may be a little delulu, especially because he really hasn't heard the word no before. his djing is more of a side gig thing, something to feed his ego and an excuse to do drugs (he might have a little problem) and something that he thinks sounds hella cool. but he's not too bad at it.

connections

everything

exes

fwbs

drug dealer

new mentor

best friend(s)

[tessgifs]

serkay tütüncü bay yanlis

[rosarysgarden]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i have the everlasting tendency to ruin everything i love.]

[landminess-deactivated20260403]

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.

[hcrdtail]

"i wasn't gonna say shit 'bout it," for one, he wasn't the type to judge. and honestly, he hadn't really noticed the words. and if he had, if there was something that cole had learned after being a member a long time ago, it was better not to ask questions unless they were really needed. "more wonderin' how no one's 'accidentally' eaten that yet." he emphasized accidentally, knowing well that it wouldn't have been an accident.

[hcrdtail]

( garrett hedlund, 38, cis man, he/him ) isn’t that COLE HARTMAN? heard you’re working as a SONS OF ANARCHY SERGEANT AT ARMS/MECHANIC AT MONROE AUTO BODY and have been here in charming for HIS WHOLE LIFE OF TIME. you somehow remind me of EMPTY BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL ON THE WINDOWSILL, FOUND FAMILY, AND CHAIN SMOKING, and i also heard you are FOR the crime in town. hope you’re keeping yourself safe!

stats:

name: cole hartman.

nicknames: n/a, probs just cole.

age: thirty eight.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

occupation: sergeant at arms for soa and mechanic at monroe auto body

bullet points

triggers: drinking

cole's parents always wanted better for him. his dad was the type of guy who did (illegal) favors for others, and unfortunately never got anything in return. he was always working and his mom was the one who really raised him. though she also worked a lot. so basically, he had to raise himself, his parents only really noticing when he came home with a bloody nose or black eye. he had a tendency to resolve things with his fists.

prospecting for the sons just made sense for him. maybe it was the way the that the sons looked, like they all had each other's backs, like they were a family. maybe it was because his dad sometimes did favors for them. whatever it was, he fit right in.

by the time he earned his patch, cole had done things that he never thought he'd do. and he did it well. he handled things when they were sent his way. that reputation followed him straight into his sergeant at arms position.

if he cares about someone, he'll protect them with everything in him. mayhaps evens sometimes gives #dadvibes w/ the club and the younger members or prospects, making sure they don't do the dumb shit he did .

he carries guilt and scars that he doesn’t talk about with anyone. the road is the only place his mind ever shuts up.

recently separated w/ his wife (wanted connection). the club probably came first a lot of the times, especially when it shouldn't have. the loneliness has him turning to the bottle a lot more lately.

connections

soon to be ex-wife: a lot of resentment and tension between the two of them. definitely still into teach other. they prob met when they were younger, and got married pretty quickly. details are pretty much open.

soa member who was his prospect: he definitely has a parental type of relationship w/ them.

old friends: prob people he grew up with.

best friend: maybe someone a little more impulsive than he is in the club. they balance each other out.

open to anything and everything!!

[hcrdtail]

( alejandro speitzer, 28, cis man, he/him ) isn't that MATEO FLORES? heard you’re working as a CARTEL HITMAN/BARTENDER AT ANGEL’S and have been here in charming for FIVE YEARS. you somehow remind me of NECK TATTOOS, THE AFTERMATH OF A BROKEN HOME, AN ANGER TOWARDS THE WORLD, AND BAD INTENTIONS and i also heard you are FOR the crime in town. hope you’re keeping yourself safe!

name: mateo flores

nicknames: n/a.

age: twenty eight.

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: hitman for the cartel/bartender at angel's.

appearance: keeps a short beard and short hair. most prominent tattoos are on his neck and chest.

bullet points:

triggers: parental abandonment, murder,

mateo's mom dipped when he was seven, his dad dipped when he was ten, stating that it was too hard to be a parent. so he and his siblings (along with their cousins who were already there) ended up living at his grandmother's

he left another small town in california for charming. his jobs for the cartel started out small, like most. he had done a few illegal things back in his home town, but it really didn't amp up until he joined the cartel. he didn't particularly intend to become a hitman but it was the perfect fit for him. he's calm under pressure, emotionally distant and willing which is the perfect mix for his job. killing people is not a natural talent for him but he has gotten much better at his job. he did almost botch his first one, though.

he rationalizes his work as necessary. he sees it as how he pays his bills. he doesn't enjoy that part of his job, of course, but it's a necessary evil.

his job as a bartender is partly for cover and partly because he likes the rhythm of it. his job gives him a sense of normalcy and also a place to hide in plain sight. no one suspects a bartender. right?

mateo's deeply loyal to a few people which means that he's suspicious of most. his trust issues run deep, thanks to his parents, so he doesn't really like to let people in. but when you're in, you're in.

wanted connections:

bar regulars

exes

his cousins

good influence

EVERYTHING

hitman who trained him

[nyxvuxoa]

Garrett Hedlund as Mike Burden Burden, 2018 | dir. Andrew Heckler

[outlawoverture]

Chelsea’s grin widened, victory sweet on her lips as she tilted her chin up at him, eyes glittering with the mischief that had carried her through their little game. “Of course I win,” she teased, voice low and smug as her hands reached and tightened on his hips, nails just grazing through the fabric like she was staking a claim. It was only a matter of time. She all but soared that she nearly cracked herself, yet worked out a little trick.

She leaned into him, brushing close enough that her perfume wrapped around them both, and gave a playful little tug to coax him toward the door. “Now be a gentleman and take me somewhere I won’t be distracted by all your… admirers.” The last word came out with a mock roll of her eyes, though her smile never wavered. "I want a nice surprise and you're driving."

[hcrdtail]

he smirked as she tightened her grip on his hips, almost hoping that her nails would dig in and leave a mark. he let her guide him, following the pull of her fingers until they reached the door. "admirers, huh?" he teased, as he pushed the door open, holding it wide open for her, "funny, i don’t see anyone else’s hands on me right now. just yours." his hand then brushed against hers as he led her toward his car. she deserved more than just a nice surprise and he'd make sure of it. after all, he had to make this this little cat and mouse game finally worth it. "alright, deal. you'll like this. i’ll make sure of it."

[jailbiirds]

"cops aren't happy about anything. i mean really, have you ever seen a group of people hate their life more? like that career path wasn't their personal choice. besides, all the fun stuff is!" she all but whined, lips forming into a pout before letting out a laugh. "c'mon, if we get him rich, he'll be more inclined to let me give you a discount next time you need some work done." ronnie turned on her heels, mind already made up as she motioned for mateo to follow her. "keeping me out of trouble with more trouble. i like you."

[hcrdtail]

"shit, you're right. they always seem like someone's pissed in their cereal," he announced as he trailed after her with a lazy kind of stride. "and act like everything's always personal when it's not." it was just business. "are you even authorized to give me a discount? you just like me right now 'cause i came up with a good idea."

[charmingcrime]

it's nothing. the words rang in her ears, as alara forced herself to stop letting the worry consume her and to remember her training. her eyes took him in in a more analytical way, checking the injuries that she needed to tend to first. "you know you never have to apologize for that. ever. you're always welcome here, ewan." she said, her voice soft as she guided him towards one of her dining chairs, her pace turning brisk as she took out some supplies from her first aid cabinet.

alara has learned not to ask too many questions. she kept to herself when it came to her brother and the mc, and while she knew what ewan's day job was, she had an inkling as to what got him showing up to her doorstep often, bruised, never judging him for it. she wanted to say it never actually bothered her, but it did pain her seeing him in pain, but it helped knowing that she can actually do something about it.

she was quiet as she got to work, taking great care in being as gentle with him as possible as she poked and prodded, warm towels wiping away the blood. "you're going to need stitches." alara murmured as she checked the cut above his eye, stepping away to come back with a bottle of whiskey. "might help?" she offered, eyes looking into his with her hand outstretched. stepping closer towards him, it was like her other hand had a mind of its own as she ran her fingers through his blonde hair softly. always so, so softly, waiting until he looked up at her. "drink up, ewan."

[hcrdtail]

he felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief now that he was with her. it wasn't even the fact that she knew what she was doing, it was the fact that she was her. ewan let her help him move without resistance, settling into the chair with a grunt, his jaw tight as she checked his injuries. "guess i should be glad you don’t scare easily." she probably saw a lot worse at the er.

at her mention of stitches, he just nodded. he figured as much. maybe he'd eventually learn when he should give up but he was nothing if not a fighter in the least sense. when she held the bottle out, his gaze lingered on her instead of the glass. the gentle touch of her fingers through his hair caught him off guard, and for a long moment he just… let it be. finally, he reached up, taking the bottle from her hand with a faint, grateful nod. "cheers," he muttered before tipping the drink back, allowing it to sting down his throat, "thank you, by the way. i don't know what i'd do without you." he figured at this point that she's probably saved his life more than once. "i'm really starting to owe you."

[hcrdtail]

his eyes tracked the curl of her hair around her finger, following down to the slow reveal of skin when her dress shifted. he watched every calculated move of hers, and the worst part? she apparently knew he did.

his elbows sat against the bar, the distance between them shrinking but never quite gone. "that’s the thing, you make it hard to tell where business ends and pleasure starts. and maybe…i don’t want to separate ‘em." he finally admitted, though he knew it was quite obvious.

he let the words hang, a slow smirk appeared as his gaze moved to her lips very briefly. he was letting his context clues speak for everything he wasn’t actually saying; of that line he never quite let himself cross.

"so no," he admitted finally, tilting his head, eyes fixed on hers. "i’m not too busy for you. i’m just busy deciding how much trouble i’m going to let you drag me into tonight." trouble wasn't the correct word for what he wanted to do tonight. but he wasn't ready to just admit it to her face, he'd rather show her.

[outlawoverture]

The match between playmates without ever actually reaching the finish line was arguably just as thrilling as scoring the last basket and coming home with all the winnings. Chelsea gobbled it up every single time despite it often meant it left her opponent lonely and starved. And this, right here, all seemed to become a narrative that both parties were addicted to. Edging closer and closer until one caved and basking in the victory when they did.

In this particular moment she jury was still out on how it would result. Because, while she was upping her antics physically, showcasing every single way she did her makeup just right or picked the dress that hugged her body the best, Mateo watched her, and Chelsea noticed, savoring the limelight. That's actually all it was.

What amused her even more was how much Mateo would truly be rewarded if he actually was the one to crack first. Little did he know.

"So don't separate them?" She almost added a duh in there. His smirk was a telltale sign that had Chelsea hung up. Twisting just enough, skirt riding up her thighs, straight off the bar stool, then rounding the curved edge of the bar so she was fully presented to the bartender. "Little ol' me getting you into trouble? I would never dream of it." She even cocked a damn hip out. "Can we please get out of here?"

[hcrdtail]

mateo’s eyes studied her every move, from the way she slowly rose from the stool, the deliberate swaying of her hips, and the way the word please had rolled out of her lips, like that word it belonged only to him. he could only resist so much.

she made it all sound so simple, just asking if they could leave together. the game the two of them seemed to thrive was anything but that. but god damn, she had him wrapped around her finger whether she knew it or not. he stepped out from behind the bar, as he kept the virtually non-existent distance between the two of them. if she was trouble in this instance, he was more than happy to get into it.

"alright," he agreed, with words on his lips betraying what he wanted to do, he wanted her to be the one to give in first. "you win. let’s get out of here."