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[quaereres]

@nebulatm -- for ez 

she strolls into the reyes home as though it’s her own, pausing momentarily to greet pops--a hug and a smile as he bestows on her an affectionate ‘mija’--and then makes her way down the hallway. his door is cracked just slightly, his way of requesting privacy yet wanting to remain connected to the rest of the house. emily raps once on the door and enters, not at all worried he would deny her. he knows she’s there--of that she’s certain--but she still sneaks up behind him and drapes her arms over his shoulders. “how goes the applications?” she asks, eyes darting down to glance at the papers covering his desk. “pop said you’ve been in here for a while.”

[arzodae-a]

@nebulatm cont from x

          “I just got here, I haven’t been much of anywhere,” she murmured. Entirely her fault. Since moving, she spent most of her time in her apartment counting cracks in the ceiling. She had a future to plan, and not just for herself anymore. Liana was all her nephew had left, and she hadn’t the faintest idea how to raise a two-year-old. So naturally, she ran away from her responsibilities and jumped at the first offer that got her outside.

          Liana took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of food. “Smells like...” she trailed off. Home. Not Oakland, but LA. Her abuelita’s kitchen. Her brother stealing spoonfuls straight off the stove -- Liana shook her head to clear away the memories. She couldn’t go down that rabbit hole. Not here. “That sounds like a challenge, we should definitely test the theory.”

[wanderingxmuses]

“You know, you should be more careful out there. If the knife was an inch higher, I don’t think we would be having this conversation right now.” Rosa originally went to the club house to get a drink, but when the boys brought in a Prospect drenched in blood, she knew that her plans for a relaxing night was ruined. “So how did you get involved in this?” She asked, curious to who he was and how he got his foot in the door. It had been a while since she last visited the boys on a social call rather than business, so she was pretty surprised to see a new face around here.  The club was normally exclusive with who became full patched members, but from what it looked like, it seemed like most of them liked the new Prospect. 

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[gvnstruction-blog]

✂ How does your character usually style their hair? (for all 3 muses)

APPEARANCE HCS:

Bruno : he usually doesn’t style his hair. It’s just how it is when it comes out of the shower, unless he cuts it. Then sometimes he adds mouse or product. Very low maintenance 

bruno photo reference

Andrew : tends to keep his hair on the shorter side so product is usually used, but minimal. He also has kind of an unkempt look but at the same time, not too unruly. Its relaxed and not quite as unkempt as Brunos.

andrew photo reference

Rachel : more often than not her hair is past her shoulders in her younger years with waves, and she likes to put it up in a half up, half down way so it still falls over his shoulders. When she’s in her twenties, she cuts it odd so it’s shoulder length and still wavy, but more mature looking. She’s fond of that.

rachel photo reference / hair up / older photo reference

[wanderingxmuses]

There were many things that Gabriela could stomach, she had been a street fighter for god-sake. But when they had to burn the bodies of the food vendor and his son, she couldn’t handle it any longer. The way Miguel talked about them, calling them greasy peasants was enough to push her over the edge. Only because if she hadn’t made her way up in the world, he would probably see her as one of those peasants as well. Gabriela had reached out to a woman in Los Olvidados offering her assistance in taking down Galindo. She was wary about the coordinates the other gave her, but decided to have faith as she went to their meet up spot. Gabriela was smoking when the other had finally arrived. “So you’re Xochitl.” She threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. “Tell me what you need to destroy that piece of shit and I’ll be more than happy to help.” 

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[wanderingxmuses]

Gabriela had mostly tolerated most of the MC for Galindo’s sake. Being one of his top officers meant that she had to play nice with his allies. The Mayans were the protection for the shipments and some of them were pretty cool. But what she didn’t appreciate was having a gun pointed in her face before they ended up in a giant brawl at the dog shelter. She could hear the footsteps approaching where she sat at the bar and didn’t even turn to acknowledge them as she took a sip of the whiskey. “How about next time you try not to point a gun at my head and I won’t have to try to punch your teeth in, Pendejo.” 

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[arzodae-a]

( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that (from angel to liana)

text meme // accepting – @nebulatm

[ text: 😇 ] i just assumed you could spell when you were sober, but clearly that’s giving you too much credit 🙄🙄🙄

[bettybluegrey]

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       Smoke poured out from between his lips as he sighed, staring at Angel, watching. He wondered what his brother was thinking up in that head of his. The guy had a prospect to take care of, family to tend to, and seemed to pop out at just the right time when Galindo had shit with the Club. ❝ You're right. ❞ Bishop rose his cigarette up to his lips, inhaling the toxins and pushing the thoughts of that damn pew out of his mind. Damn Cartel had no filter and it was his responsibility to make sure no Mayan ended up sitting on that bench.  ❝ He's got his cariña barking up his ass to get his son back, he can only chew us out for so long before he has to tend to his other life. ❞

      ❝ ...Galindo may be off my ass, but I still have a rata to dig out. —...I’ve been thinking. ❞ Brown eyes met Angel’s, a dangerous gleam flashing for just a moment. ❝ What if he’s right? Say someone in the club is fucking that rebel bitch and can’t help but bend over to her every whim. What then? ❞