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mctherfvckers:
PICK A MUSE ANY MUSE
for the low low price of your soul
hey guys, long time no talk, in an effort to get back into RP-ing I made the decision to move all of my muses to a multimuse blog.
It’s far easier for me to manage and stay active and available on. SO I will be reblogging this promo on all of my single blogs in an effort to make sure that as many people who care about plotting, writing or just catching up with me, can find me!!
rainbowgroups:
🏁🏁 !𝔹𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕤 𝕒 𝕄𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕞𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕤¡ Man if the streets in southern Florida could talk, the stories would be infinite. Especially recently, with street racing on the rise again. Highest it’s been since the mid-90′s and twice as criminal, since crews have been popping up around the city pulling off massive thefts. Most of these crews have fallen apart, or have started to lay low since the increase in law enforcement presence. Amidst all the chaos of the growing underground of street racing, the quiet presence of criminal racing crews that have garnered an increasing interest by not only police but F.B.I, there is one group that seems to be solidifying by the day. A crew filled with drivers of unparalleled skill, who are fearless in the face of any challenge, thrive on pure adrenaline and survive through loyalty and trust. They do have some weaknesses though, ones that law enforcement intend to exploit. They’ve only really formed about a month ago, so they’re still growing and recruiting.With someone on their ass around every curve, it’s time for them to put the petal to the metal in, the fast lane.
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deadgcrl:
thank you for loving me it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside <3
loving you is easy my dear, easiest thing I’ve ever done <3333
deadgcrl:
i was honestly about to be like ‘when am i not safe????’ but then i remembered who i was
yeah, boo you’re a motherfucking mess, the best kind of mess but a mess none the less, a mess I love dearly <3
IT WAS THE TAIL END OF THE EIGHTIES when the Raging Rebels trail blazed through the City of Angels. The newly established charter was young, vibrant and most of all carefree. But their carefree attitude left behind a trail of bodies and recklessness in their wake. The Rebels called Maverick, California, a small town right on the southern edge of Los Angeles County their home. Very few residents of Maverick can tell you what life was like before the Rebels came to town. While the Rebels didn’t cause total destruction when they settled into the Maverick, the unrest caused many to flee and call new places around Los Angeles their home. Those who stayed saw their town transform right before their eyes as the effects of the Rebels illegal activity began to pour onto their streets. Despite being on Venom territory–who at the time were the largest and most powerful mc in California–the Rebels wasted no time leaving their mark on the city without a single care of whose toes they stepped on. At the peak of the 90′s the Rebels got into the drug trade, forming alliances to not only establish themselves as a club but as a formidable adversary against the Venom. For the next couple decades, the small crew slowly became larger and they made sure everyone knew who they were. With a new President at the head of their table and a introduction into the gun trade, the next generation of the are proving that they’re here to stay.
NO CHURCH IN THE WILD is a group verse inspired by the television Sons of Anarchy. Literally it is inspired by the show in every way possible. It’s set in modern day Los Angeles California. The main club in the verse is the rebels but there will be other club(s) that are introduced as the plot develops. There can and will be many NPCs that are killed for the sake of furthering the plot. If you have any major plot ideas, please feel free to message the admins and we’ll get back to you soon!
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orange is the HAPPIEST color – frank sinatra
nadia was all squeals and giggles, little arms pushing at his face as he gave her the rasberry. god, they killed her. she laughed as she was pulled into a hug, arms wrapping around him as she gave him a little squeeze and pressed a kiss to nadia’s cheek and then his. ❝ we are always hungry. what cha cooking, big man? ❞ she pulled away, stealing the little girl away, she spun her around before peppering her face with kisses and setting her on the ground. ❝ what did you end up doing today? ❞
Smiling as he felt soft lips against his dimpled cheek, Reese watched as the little bean was spun around and he swore nothing was as bright as that little girls smile and subsequently nothing brought him more joy. Making his way toward the fridge, he took out a bunch of vegetables.
“ I went to the fish market on my way home and I finally refilled that propane tank so we can grill if you want or I can do some frying, we’ve got brisket, I can smoke that and ribs I can barbecue and whole lotta veggies. ”
Shuffling about the kitchen, he pulled out spices, foil, some marinated chicken, and popped two beers open and handed one to Kat before taking a gulp of his.
“ Still looking for someone to manage the junkyard, but I gotta find someone we can trust because of the back lot rentals we do for demo derbies. I’m trying to find someone in the crew, you know, someone who knows what’s up and I’d ask Clarke but I don’t think that would be her thing. So if you know anyone... ”
Trailing off he took another swig of his beer before putting it down on the counter and sliding over to Kat and placing a kiss on her temple. He had always found a comfort in her, she was ohana, she was home.
“ It was a good day though, and I made something for you, it’s not done but if you want to see it you can come by the yard tomorrow, if you’ve got some time. What’d you get into today? ”
☆ ❛ @orcnge from here
she can’t help the laughter that falls from her lips – she’s even tempted to make dramatic booming noises as he falls to the ground. it’s just all so cute. nadia’s a bundle of giggles as she latches onto reese, pressing a kiss to his nose before wrapping him in a hug the best she can. ❝ I think nadia missed you today. ❞
Sitting up, he lifted himself and the tiny child into a chair nearby. Giving Nadia kiss and a raspberry, the large man looked over at Kat and smiled. It had been a good day, but the company of a squirming child and her mother made the day so much brighter. “ Good, ‘cause I missed her too. Always do. ” He said, looking down at the girl again before getting up and walking over to Kat and pulling her into a hug. “ You hungry? ”
*whispers in nadia's ear and then smol rushes after the tol and tries to tackle him to the ground*
*dramatically falls after being tackled but keeps the little bean safe*
❛ go — please go , i don’t want you t’see me like this. ❜ he’d had enough . this was it , his breaking point LITERALLY . the fight that finally finished him , that broken him irreparably. they’d warned him. told him the city would R U I N him if he kept trying to fix it , && it finally had.
it was night two in the hospital. he still refused to let anyone in — he didn’t want them to see him like this , beaten up , helpless. especially not matt , god — he could never face matt again. didn’t want the other to feel RESPONSIBLE for what had happened. noel brought it on himself. he just hoped that maybe , someday , physiotherapy would restore him back to who he’d once been.
❛ please get out. ❜
O P E N T O M U T U A L S .
the HOSPITAL had assigned the modern day G O L I A T H of a man, to a much more SPECIFIC room than usual. normally he was just told to walk a hall, and offer some company or non medical assistant when needed. BUT today, a nurse SINGLED him out and asked him to take some food and a smile to one patient in PARTICULAR.
............. NOEL MORETTI
making his way into the room, it wasn’t until after he’d put the food down on the tray, that he stood before the bed ridden man, massive smile plastered across his face. “ sorry, CAN’T do that. i’m lonely and YOU look like good company. ” truth be told he looked like someone who needed A FRIEND. the kind of friend who didn’t know your P A S T and Reese was more than happy to be a STRANGER who was one [ ‘hello’ ] from a friend.
betwixtist:
GUESS THIS MEANS BIGFOOT IS AN INTERDIMENSIONAL BEING.
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME Solaareese “REESE” ‘Alani AGE Twenty-Two (22) OCCUPATION Sorority House Hasher (for Eta Phi Singma) EDUCATION High School (graduated)
BIOGRAPHY
Born to an artist mother and an agriculturalist father in the beautiful state of Hawaii, Reese ‘Alani was made for hot weather. Which meant that when his travelling family opted to make some roots, while Reese went to school, in the Sunshine State, Reese was excited. Even though he enjoyed the nomadic lifestyle of he’d grown accustomed to, the idea of having a hometown was appealing to him. It would be a new experience and what better place than Miami. So at thirteen, he started eighth grade and they’ve been there ever since.
While he enjoyed the social aspect of high school, he could never quite find it in himself to dedicate any real time to his studies. The only reason he passed was because he played for the basketball and football teams, and in order to keep playing he had to at least maintain a ‘C’ average. With the help of tutors and his parents he was able to achieve that, but his real passion was cooking. Always a fixture in Home Ec. classes and even was a part of an after school cooking club.
Once he graduated high school, he immediately got a job in a kitchen and began to really learn how to cook in a professional setting, and he bounced from restaurant to restaurant for a few years, working as both kitchen and wait staff. When he turned twenty-one he’d attended a bar-tending school or sorts and learned how to make a mean chocolate martini. For a few months he’d worked at a bar but it ended up closing and then six months ago, there had been a craigslist ad for a sorority house hasher.
Now he’s been working at the HOE house for a few months and lives in the apartment provided over their garage. Honestly, it has been such a wonderful experience for him. Being around people, getting to know them and keeping them fed and caffeinated. Usually he wouldn’t work at a place too long, but the pay is enough for him to save since he doesn’t have to pay for his apartment and after a couple more years he might even have enough saved to go to culinary school.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
is a PANROMANTIC PANSEXUAL
THE DEFINITION OF AN EXTROVERT, genuinely loves being around people and conversing and making connections no matter how fleeting they may be
CAN’T STAND TO SEE SOMEONE HUNGRY OR ON THEIR OWN, legit his backpack is 98% food, if he so much as hears that you’re hungry he’ll hand you a sandwich, if he sees that you’re sitting by yourself he’ll sit with you, if you don’t have a lab partner, don’t worry reese has got you
JUST WANTS EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY, and he will go out of his way to do his part in ensuring that every person finds a reason to smile
HOWEVER HE IS VERY CAPABLE OF ANGER and when it happens it’s like a flip of a switch, there is nothing subtle about it, when he’s mad everyone is going to know instantly and it ain’t pretty either
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC BRYCE ‘ALANI father alive
NPC JOCASTA ‘ALANI mother alive
CONNECTIONS
@blightandbrilliance TEAGAN BYRNE grande, 1/3 of the starbuck’s crew and part of the unofficial tall babes club. they’ve grown pretty close and Reese very much enjoys her company, and is glad to see her so often at the HOE house
@heartguided ALEC LIGHTWOOD venti, 1/3 of the starbuck’s crew and the unofficial tall babes club, and man did Reese have an instant crush on him when they first met, and while it’s still there a in the background he is genuinely happy that he’s found someone that seems to make him happy
@diiamondback RACHEL LEIGHTON favorite HOE, that sounds a lot worse than it is, but notice it’s capitalized, he can’t help the letters of the sorority, but she might well have been the first person that he met when he started working as their hasher and he enjoyed her personality and hair
orange is the HAPPIEST color – frank sinatra
⸢ ❛ Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners & the saints; It takes & it takes & it t a k e s & we keep living anyway. We RISE & we fall & we break & we make our mistakes & if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died ?? i’m willing to wait for it.
I’m willing to wait for it !! ❜ ⸥
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME Solaareese “REESE” ‘Alani AGE Thirty-Seven (37) AFFILIATION The Rebels VEHICLE Harley-Davidson Wide Glide && Orange Lifted Jeep Wrangler POSITION Patched Member (11 years) OCCUPATION Bar/Restaurant Owner (called O)
BIOGRAPHY
trigger warnings DRUG ABUSE & DEATH
Born in Hawaii, but raised in Los Angeles, the city of angels was always the place he called home. Where the roaring bikes of outlaws was as common as the deafening wails of sirens that followed them. While he’d not grown up with family ties to the clubs in town, he’d known of them, everyone did, but Reese thought he’d grow up, travel the world, trying every kind of cuisine along the way. Never had he thought he’d end up a loyal member himself. Of course as a child all he’d seen were the possibilities, everything he could gain and failed to notice just how much he stood to lose. Not worry, life had just been around the corner waiting for the opportune time to teach him that lesson. Just before his nineteenth birthday his mother grew terminally ill and his life spiraled from there.
With his mother diagnosis, their once harmonious family, full of her love and positivity, started to crumble and the tall man hadn’t known a way to cope with such tragedy. It was then he’d began work at a club as a bouncer to help aid in the medical expenses and fell in with drug addled dancers and alcoholic kitchen staff. It wasn’t long before the adventurous and reckless, Reese had his first taste of something stronger than weed. As the time his mother had left grew shorter, Reese’s addiction intensified and by the time she’d officially passed away he was in way too deep. With his father struggling to mourn and grieve the death of his wife, Reese played strong, to pick up slack where needed, but it wasn’t long before he had his father was facing the possibility of losing his son too.
For a while his father was able to force Reese into rehab, and when that didn’t work he tried doing it himself, when that didn’t work he’d sent him back to Hawaii, but nothing worked. The hold heroin had over Reese was stronger than any will power or logic he possessed. Eventually, after five years of watching his son fall further and further down the rabbit hole, Bryce in a final effort cut his son off completely. However, it was Reese, he always had friends, and his friends always had the hook up.
At twenty-five he’d OD-ed and been left for dead in an alley way, with his wallet, phone and shoes taken and his shirt missing. Which is exactly how Yuri Orlov found him. It was the first time since his mother passed that Reese believed in the Gods his parents had raised him to revere and respect. For whatever reason, Yuri helped Reese, cleaned him up got him sober, kept him sober, and eight months after the alley, Reese went and found his father and for a while everything was smooth. It was during his first success with sobriety that he’s prospected with the Rebels, under the sponsorship of Yuri and even managed to stay clean long enough to get patched in, and a couple years down the road he opened his bar/restaurant, O. Reese had his life back, made himself into something, reconnected with his father and expanded his family to the Rebels. Then tragedy struck again.
After five years of sobriety, his father passed away. Wrong place wrong time, a robbery gone south and he turned to the only coping mechanism he knew. Down the rabbit hole he went. This time his addiction only had a hold on him for a few months and he sobered up again, wiser than he had been in the past, stronger. Since then he’d only relapsed once, on the five year anniversary of his father’s death, but for the past two years it’s been smooth sailing, but with his position as Sargent of Arms and the Rebels ties to drugs, Reese is just trying to keep his head above water. Focusing on the tasks given to him by the club and running his bar.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
is a PANSEXUAL PANROMANTIC
STANDS AT 6′7 and tends to stand at his full height NOT subjecting himself to the tall person slouch
is a recovering HEROIN ADDICT and because of that he tries to stay as far away from anyone who deals drugs as that just isn’t a good idea given his natural struggle with impulse control
actively TRIES TO keep himself calm and centered and mostly achieves this through meditation and quiet time
ATTENDS NA meetings every week but only a privileged few are aware of that, so if you’ve just met Reese this isn’t something you’d be aware of
is RIDE OR DIE for the Rebels to him they helped him gain a life he could be proud of and for that they will always be his ohana
LIVES IN the space above his restaurant which retains no real walls between rooms, a rather impressive kitchen, no shower just a claw-foot tub and a massive mattress on the floor
generally will let too drunk patrons with no ride home STAY AT HIS for the night, complete with water, Advil and a hearty morning breakfast
STAYS OUT OF the drug aspect of the clubs dealings and rather works with the newly acquired gun running
was advised by Yuri to hit the gym as a way to expend energy, but he found that quite boring and moved to boxing which lead to MMA training. While he has points in STREET FIGHTING which helped him make use of weapons and inanimate objects he’s also a TRAINED FIGHTER making him something of a WEAPON
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC bryce ‘alani father deceased
NPC jocasta ‘alani mother deceased
NPC yuri orlov savior deceased
@dxstructiive Vitaly Orlov close friend, tbd
@winterrosx Katerina Petrova pseudo sister, highly protective of her due to the year he spent being there for her after the passing of her mother while her father was in prison, even kept in contact with her as she went off to college and was over joyed when she returned, she’s also one of the few people outside of club members who knows about his NA meetings and she’s the first one to kick his ass if it looks like he might miss one that week.
@belcva Yelena Belova close friend and part time employee, it was high time that Reese found someone to help him manage O, and after meeting through her dealings with the club, Yelena seemed a wonderful fit. Smart, capable and not intimidated by his terrible book keeping, and since she’s been working for them they’ve managed to find a wonderful friendly rhythm.
Jason Momoa at the Chiltern Firehouse in London, England on April 10, 2016.
