Oct 19, 2020
Like this for a starter from someone I’ve got nothing going on with. (So this excludes Opie, Brian, Gunner, and Abel.)
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Like this for a starter from someone I’ve got nothing going on with. (So this excludes Opie, Brian, Gunner, and Abel.)
Is it bad I'm looking at adding Juice to my blog because there aren't many Juicey-boys left on this platform? But like...I want to play pre-fuck up Juice.
In Veritas Dolor.
Truth Through Pain.
ToDefyOdds
A selective OC + Canon-Divergent Multimuse
Featuring muses from Steve Rogers, Laura Kinney, Charlie Weasley, Abel Teller, Prudence Night/Blackwood, and more. Fandomless OCs available and all muses are fandom friendly. Non-exclusive, open to AUs.
Mun + muses 21+.
Penned by King.
Rules | Muses
Triggers + NSFW content tagged.
🏍️ WENDY CASE STARTER CALL !!
FANDOM: Sons of Anarchy CROSSOVERS: possible PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS: unlikely MOST WANTED CONNECTIONS: samcro guys, jax, gemma, tara *starters vary in length / if you’re a multi specify who for!
Seems like if I had wasted time I would've knelt to the gallows and gone
A private + selective indie multimuse for Sons of Anarchy canons and OCs, penned by Whiskey. Triggering content within. Mun + Muses are 21+.
Why does blood and cigarette smoke taste like chocolate in my mouth? [OPEN]
He remembers the sting of hands and knuckles against his face. He remembers the heat that blooms into his face after each strike. He remembers how harshly his head snapped to the sides, so much that he swore his head might come off with each passing blow. He remembers the mixture of thick saliva and blood dribbling from his mouth and how freely blood flowed from his nose. He remembers their harsh words…
"You’re nobody. You’re somebody’s dirty little secret."
Ridley closes his eyes tightly, and when he opens them again he’s back in the present. He’s away from those pricks. He sat there on the curb in front of his cafe. Cigarette in hand, held loosely between fingers belonging to shaking hand. In fact his whole body was shaking. Both from the cold and the pain. He had bruises all over him, and he held himself tightly in a vain attempt at keeping warm. His face was a bloody mess. Small cuts from the blows to his face, bruising, nose broken, eye slightly swollen shut, lip split. A mess. A human car wreck.
They were right though. In this life he was no one. He was nobody. He had no one. And yes, he was a few people’s dirty little secret. This was a fact the croweater had made peace with. Didn’t make the words hurt any less. He lets out a shaky breath, made visible by the contrasting temperatures. He then takes a drag from his cigarette, inhaling deeply and then exhaling. He wets his mouth a bit, nothing the taste in his mouth from the combination of blood and cigarette smoke. Chocolate. Smoky, salty chocolate. It was bizarre to say the least, but he could care less at the moment.
No one was coming to check on him. No one was worried for him. No one missed him. He was alone. He had no one. So why worry about getting home so fast? He just sat there and continues to smoke.