Raphael "Ralphie" Marcello

"I'm not heartless... I just learned how to use my heart less." Indie OC Rp Blog of a Crmie Boss/Hitman for Sherlock, Sons of Anarchy, Dark Crime, other Crime & Horror Rps. A very violent anti-hero with a big heart. 18+ & NSFW. Contains graphic violence & explicit sexual content, as well as triggers that are not always tagged. Crossover & OC friendly. Multi-Ship, Multi-Fandom & Multi-Verse. No Gifs, Icons or Images are mine.

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Can’t You Here Me Knocking {Closed Rp}

Ralphie was trying to figure out if that was a real skull or the phony type, getting even a little distracted from the nice brew that the old gal from downstairs had made him. He was again on guard duty, well sorta, and was called in when Watson had to step out. Mycroft had people watching the Doc when Ralphie wasn’t and only a few, Sherlock included, knew that it was the Doc who was in the real danger. He and his pal still needed to talk over a few things, including the laptop fiasco and maybe whether that skull was real or not…

“Shit…” Ralphie touched it with a hesitant finger as he sipped his coffee, remembering a lovely Creole Mama he once banged years ago telling tales of Voodoo and Hoodoo and a human hand she kept on an altar to put the curse on people. He ain’t never been cursed, luckily enough, and Ralphie was sure Sherlock had this creepy keepsake for another reason. Ralphie turned as he heard Sherlock step out from the other room, smiling as he held his mug with both hands now, giving a nod to the front door. “That nice lady showed me up… I was admiring your Necro Fang Shoe here. Nice touch.”

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Sherlock smiled at the surprising addition inside the flat, finishing the last button of his shirt sleeve as he exited he and John’s bedroom. Ralphie’s words took him for a loop, however, as indicating for his friend to sit.

“Ah… Thank you,” he said with some hesitation, not quite sure what it was his friend happened to be admiring. His eyes glanced to the Persian slipper, dismissing it as the shoe. With Ralphie’s wonderful American accent, one could never be quite sure what the man was saying.

“Well, what bring you by this way?” he asked, reaching for his own cup of tea.

“John’s out at the moment. How have you been?”

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It was nice to see Sherlock. He wondered if he would get along as well with the Doc once the two had the chance to actually interact without some bleak situation occurring. Sherlock however was a true friend and even in these tense times it was easy to almost forget everything that had been looming over everyone. Almost. 

“I’ve been alright enough...” Ralphie set his mug down onto a little table before taking a seat as he smiled at the other man. “Your brother has some of his guys looking after him tonight... so’s I figure you and I can go over some of the stuff that’s been going on.”

There had been a lot aside from Irene Adler and Galen O’Shay. The broad who knocked him out and took the laptop, one they had to call a loss on, as well as this Quinn fellow who they all had partook in cutting up a very old body for. The last one didn’t really seem all that connected to the other things but Ralphie was very protective over his friend, and in turn his friend’s people.

“Also, if you’re alright with it, I think it’s best we tell Dr. Watson who I am, even if we don’t tell him why I’m really here. He knows Gemma like I do. So he’ll have to accept that she has somebody looking out for you guys. Besides-” Ralphie’s hands were more expressive now, even with his wrists resting on the table. “-secrets are no good. They just get in the way and make things harder for all involved. What da you think?”

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Can’t You Here Me Knocking {Closed Rp}

Ralphie was trying to figure out if that was a real skull or the phony type, getting even a little distracted from the nice brew that the old gal from downstairs had made him. He was again on guard duty, well sorta, and was called in when Watson had to step out. Mycroft had people watching the Doc when Ralphie wasn’t and only a few, Sherlock included, knew that it was the Doc who was in the real danger. He and his pal still needed to talk over a few things, including the laptop fiasco and maybe whether that skull was real or not...

“Shit...” Ralphie touched it with a hesitant finger as he sipped his coffee, remembering a lovely Creole Mama he once banged years ago telling tales of Voodoo and Hoodoo and a human hand she kept on an altar to put the curse on people. He ain’t never been cursed, luckily enough, and Ralphie was sure Sherlock had this creepy keepsake for another reason. Ralphie turned as he heard Sherlock step out from the other room, smiling as he held his mug with both hands now, giving a nod to the front door. “That nice lady showed me up... I was admiring your Necro Fang Shoe here. Nice touch.”

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                    Sons of Anarchy-SAMCRO-Charming, California

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Vivian Marcello -The Little Sis

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How to opening a bottle of champagne with a .50 caliber sniper rifle

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The poet and the actress: Dante Alighieri and Louise Brooks share a moment…

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Raphael Marcello - OC Mobster

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Hear her out, take her out, eat her out.

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A Pair of Strangers ~Closed Rp~

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She was in a trans like state as he opened the door for her, she followed him out, only with the booze at hand, the snacks long forgotten. Something about Raphael that made her curious. She could recognise in him a man of will, a survivor. Perhaps not in the same was she was but it was there and she could taste it. That’s what scared her the most, the fact that he could survive, because that on its own was enough reason for Dahlia to love him.

Raphael was a man she could love. Given time, and considering he stayed around. She would resent him for it perhaps, but she would love him.

“I like the stars” she murmured in a dreamy voice, it was a delayed response as they were already walking to his sport. She was still a bit hazed and out of it. Something about him, she told herself, something about him was both very wrong and very right.

Her eyes followed the stars he was showing, all too familiar to her but she still looked at them with the same awe. As if she was five and this was the first time she was seeing the sky. She looked at the lights, a dying song of a star. Yet still beautiful. Dark things did shine and that gave her hope.

She turned her head to watch Ralphie for a moment, take in all his features in the moon light. He wasn’t handsome, beautiful, or anything a poet would write about. Moon light didn’t shine on him that way. But he was something. Something grand, and wild. Something she would love to taste.

She wasn’t a women of poetry either, she was feral, and she bare her teeth with great care. She wondered, would either of them make it out alive?

She closed her eyes for a moment as he kissed her cheek, she didn’t say anything, she just smiled softly when he pulled back. Enjoying the night, a moment of silence, and promises. She let out a small breath, then looked up again. For now, she was alright.

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He didn’t take his eyes off of her for what seemed a good while, having not been able to keep time in all of this. Dahlia’s smile in the moonlight would be something he’d never forget, and he wanted to make her smile for as many nights as she’d allow. For Ralphie this could easily be it. The past few days were some of the best he’s known, and Ralphie was someone who had a good life with many wonderful memories.

He lifted and kissed her hand, letting it go as he stepped forward, reaching into his coat pocket, stepping sort of backwards to the little bridge with his eyes on her and a half smile on his face. Like a kid about to do something. He had an idea and was intent on going through with it. Some might consider it an immature move but Ralphie was determined and at times very youthful in spirit. The bridge wasn’t that far and he only stepped about ten feet away before turning to one of its posts.

Ralphie pulled out his switchblade and let the knife slip out, looking over at her smiling before looking back to the wooden rail before him, trying to focus in the moonlight. He carved two words, his and then her name, and then a little heart between them, something that would be here always if one of them came to look. With his life he knew he would be absent from his little troublemaker at times, and a part of him knew deep down that she might feel he’d never come back. That was something he’d have to prove to her. He’d always be back. He’d always be thinking of her even if he was someplace else.

Maybe with this she could know that somehow. Soon he’d have to bring her home and tomorrow Ares would be home from his little stay at Tig’s. So much more would be happening the next few days and he still had that business to attend to. But for now this was their night, and he couldn’t help but feel that they might just be the only two people in the world. Ralphie turned to Dahlia, putting his knife away, and looking to see if she was still staring up at the stars or had come over to him.

“This’ll be our spot...”

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Out West Where The Bikers Roam~A Closed Rp w/Chibs~

The guns were impressive. The kinda deadly weaponry he had been looking for. Ralphie lifted up an AK 47 and pointed it at a dark corner of the large tin shack he was currently in with Chibs Telford and a couple other Sons. This would be just for him. The idiot teste di cazzo back home would most likely run amok with one of these. For them only the handguns and shotguns, Ralphie thought as he smirked wanting to fire off a few rounds. He relented and set the gun back down on one of the wooden tables where he was stocking his pile to go. Viv would be jealous when she saw it. “Two of these…” He said to a skinny, goatee sporting little, new recruit of theirs.

Ralphie’s eyes surveyed the rifles next, one reminding him of his days in service. He snatched it up and examined it closer, smiling up at Chibs like a kid with a toy. “I haven’t held one of these in quite awhile. I’ll take it… now hows about we go outside a shoot off some of these fuckers?”

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Chibs watched Ralphie admire the merchandise, grinning and nodding to the other brothers standing around. It was always a pleasure to do business with a man who appreciated his craft, and the tools thereof. 

Chibs gave a chin jerk towards Ralphie as he lifted the rifle, grabbing one himself.

“Gotta try it out, am I right?” he grinned, signaling to the boys to package up the rest of Ralphie’s bought goods.

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Ralphie nodded a little as he pointed to the AK 47. “And that one too.” He slipped the rifle strap over head and hung it from his back before moving to the skinny kid with the goatee to get the machine gun. “Its not like I can shoot this one off back home.”

He reached into the inside pocket of his grey overcoat, extracting a envelope with a lot of cash in it. “Here, beautiful.” He smiled as he handed it to Chibs. “That should be enough, if not let me know. Lets go destroy stuff…”

Ralphie started out, speaking over his shoulder to the new kid with the goatee. “Put those in the trunk of that piece of shit I got outside. Thanks, kid.” He never brought any of his good cars to Charming. Too many meth head neo-nazis and other lowlife trash that would steal them. It was better to drive a rundown junker no one would want to touch.

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Chibs grinned, taking the envelope and tapping it on his hand. 

“Always a pleasure doing business with ya, Ralphie,” he laughed, nodding and slipping the envelope in his jacket before clasping the man by the back of the neck, a trait the two men shared.

“Aye, let’s go,” he agreed, following the little American outside. He gave a nod to Rat, as the man began to pack up the rest of the merchandise. 

Settling himself beside Ralphie, Chibs crossed his arms and waited, enjoying the man’s enthusiasm. It was a nice change of pace to be back in familiar territory, especially after all the shit the MC had dealt with this past year. Guns were their bread and butter, and guns were what Chibs knew. He called for Rat to bring him an AK as well, and turned an idea over in his mind. One that involved the American gangster’s help.

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Ralphie looked around the area, spotting an old fence to the side, one that had a big enough dry field beside it. Not that any of that mattered since they were out in the middle of nowhere. Hey looked at Chibs for a minute and then the kid with the goatee who was doing a swell job at obeying. “Hey you, kid. When you’re done with that go set up some cans and bottles on that fence?” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a two hundred dollars. Ralphie walked over to Rat and handed him the money. “Here… and thanks.”

Where  Raphael came from you paid people for doing you favors, especially if they were young. Ralphie walked over to Chibs as things were being set up and looked from his AK to Chibs’s. “I think mine’s bigger than yours… hey, hows the wife and kids doin’?”

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Chibs glanced from Rat to Ralphie as he came over, chuckling a little as the American cracked a joke. 

“Fuck you,” he grinned, flipping the man off playfully as he hoisted his own weapon up. 

“They’re good. We’re all doing real good. How’s that sister of yours?”

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“Good. She’ll like the guns I got her.” He gave a nod towards Rat who was almost done setting up the mini targets. “Should I pop one off and scare the kid?” He smiled up at Chibs, “I won’t hit him.”

Ralphie moved the gun to one hand and fished out a cigarette pack, shaking out one and pulling it the rest of the way with his lips. He then offered the pack to Chibs, his eyebrows raised a little.

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Chibs laughed out loud, and nodded his consent, glancing from Ralphie to the pack.

“I shouldn’t… But when has that ever stopped me?” he grinned, pulling one out and holding it between his teeth. He lifted his own gun, and pointed it slightly over Rat’s head, turning to Ralphie with a wink.

“Ready when you are, boss.”

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“Ok, beautiful.” Ralphie aim the barrel of his gun at a can near the kid. He pulled the trigger and made sure to keep a strong, steady hold on the automatic. The tin can shot up off the fence and Ralphie laughed at the sight of the kid’s reaction to their friendly fire. He looked up at Chibs as he moved the again gun to one hand to pull out his lighter, lighting Chibs cigarette first, then his own.

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Chibs laughed, watching Rat jump and flip them off, running to get out of the way. The kid didn’t know Ralphie like Chibs did, and it was amusing to watch him be fucked with. It was too easy, actually.

He lowered his head to the offered lighter, inhaling and nodding thanks. 

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“You usually let men light your cigarettes?” Ralphie teased, looking up at the Scot. “Ok, here goes nothing.” Ralphie shot off a burst of rounds that blew apart a couple of cans and bottles. He was use to the weapon and didn’t let it scatter too much. Machine guns tended to drift when fired and Ralphie’s shot downward through one of the posts. The tip of it fell off along with the unbroken bottle on top. Fuck. Ralphie turned to Chibs. “So Gemma said that you might need some help finding some asshole?”

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Chibs chuckled as Ralphie kidded him, flipping him off with a grin.

He nodded, giving a thumbs-up as Ralphie fired off the weapon. “Well, you got something, anyway,” he grinned, leaning his own gun over his shoulder and exhaling.

Chibs glanced off, not sure how to bring up that particular bit of news. Obviously, Gemma had once again beat him to the punch, and left it up to Chibs to fill in the details. With a heavy sigh, he nodded, turning back to face Ralphie with a squint.

“Aye. Cocksucker doesn’t seem to understand a polite request. Thought you might be up for a little physical persuasion,” he grinned with a wink.

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Ralphie shrugged a little, looking out to the remaining couple of targets. “That won’t be a problem...” He smiled like a kid looking over at Chibs. “I haven’t broken any kneecaps in a good while, or wrists for that matter. People always get freaked out when you threaten to crack their wrists... I don’t know why... there’s worst things that can happen.” Ralphie nodded for Ratboy to come over and he smiled crookedly at the guy, handing him the weapon. “Hold this and don’t shoot nobody.” Ralphie pulled out his handgun and took a minute to aim. The targets were almost too far away to hit with it but Ralphie rarely missed. “Does anyone have to go?” He pulled the trigger and knocked a can off of a post. Ralphie looked up at Chibs. “I don’t mind. I just need to know.”

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A Pair of Strangers ~Closed Rp~

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It was very nice of him to even say that, that he wanted to know her. She wasn’t worth knowing most days but it felt strangely good that someone was willing to do that for her, to know her. It made her smile warmly, and genuine. For the brief amout of time she knew him, he had managed to make her smile more than she has past month. He was good for her like Mal would say. He wanted to know her, what an idiot she thought. Her idiot. So he was an army men? Now that was a surprise, he didn’t look like one, he didn’t even had the haircut. Mal was an army man, fought in Vietnam, but even when he was back home, he was still an army man. She didn’t see that in him. He was either untouched by the war, or was more fucked up and just went with it organically like she did. Either way, this was another clear evidence that Mal would approve of him. “I was fifteen as well, when I went to juvenile system for the first time. I got caught stealing, and juvie did help. I am a much better thief now.” Their life must’ve been so different. He went to army, she went to prison, and somehow they ended up in the same car. “I had sex with a girl there for the first time. It wasn’t love or anything. Again, I was using sex to get something. And surprisingly I liked it. She gave me my first orgasm. It was something.” She was in a sharing mood for whatever reason, but her attention snapped back to her targets in a moment when she noticed -with corner of her eyes- that they were now naked. She snapped few more pics at a rapid rate. She knew soon was the money shot. She was about to get her shot when Ralphie distracted her, she put her camera down and looked at him. Once again a warm smile gracing her lips. What he said was sweet, it wasn’t something she needed to hear but it was nice to hear. “I am capable of saying no. In fact I love saying no. Back then I had nothing but a pair of legs, and they had a lot. It was a mutually beneficial situation I suppose. I am not that kid anymore.” She squeezed his hand a little “And you, you are a sweet sweet man. You can say no as well. I can be a bit too much sometimes and not just sex. So you should say no to me once a while.” He really was sweet, maybe too sweet to be wasted on a thing like Dahlia, but she wasn’t going go complain. Not out loud at least. She was gonna enjoy the ride as long as it worked. She picked her camera up, putting down the booze. She snapped the pictures of what she came here for. “Well, I have what I need, so why don’t we go do some stargazing of our own huh?” She grinned at him, glad that work was all done now, and it was time for a little play.

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Ralphie admired Dahlia so much at the moment and gave her a small smile, watching her silently as she finished up her work. He kept quiet as he started the car and they headed out towards Charming. Ralphie turned up the radio a little and kept his eyes on the road ahead. He knew it was too soon for them to say what it was he was feeling right then. For now it would be his secret.

He finally spoke after parking the car and noticing that the Park was practically empty. No body appreciates nature anymore. “I’ m sure we’ll get a great view of the stars. Its a nice night for it.” And with that he was out of the car and making his way around it to her side. Ralphie opened her door and took her hand, keeping a gentle hold if it as he led her to that spot they wanted to come back to. There was a little creek with a little wooden bridge, plenty of trees that further back so the sky up above was clearly visible. It was cluttered with stars all around.

Ralphie’s eyes were busy staring up at them but he didn’t forget about the beautiful woman whose hand he still kept in his own. Ralphie pointed up as he looked to Dahlia for a moment. “That’s something… Orion I think… yeah…” He moved directly by her side and looked up, pointing somewhere else above. “There’s the Big Dipper… I usually find that one first, which means the little one is-” He moved his face closer to her’s, having to lift his head some on account of being short. “-there.”

Ralphie kissed Dahlia’s cheek and smirked a little, his attention going back to the stars. It was a bit magical and she looked amazing in the moonlight. He made a quiet promise though to be as sweet and gentlemanly as can be right now. No funny business. Not tonight.

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hey this is your friendly reminder to never apologize for your muse being a sexual creature, or for them NOT being a sexual creature. don’t ever apologize for not writing sexual scenes for whatever reason, and don’t ever apologize for doing so and liking it! sex is apart of human nature ( including the lack of interest in it ) therefore you never have to apologize for incorporating it into your character however you chose to.

be unapologetically non-sexual.

be unapologetically sexual.

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