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Hi ! my name is Selena  I'm 25+ and this blog will have highly triggering / dark themes. That being said ? I am latina so, slurs, and various other offensive themes are off limits. I do understand that while SOA is heavily steeped in such disgusting language I will NOT be using ANY SLURS. As well as being latina I am also a former sex worker, so ? I will also not be using whore/slut while my muse is addressing anyone. I am VERY uncomfortable with people who have muses whose backgrounds are sex industry based without a) educating themselves or b) doing it for shock value.

 While I am LOOSELY canon based I will also be drawing upon my own lore to add some southern gothic elements / Shakespearean ( mainly characterizations ). I do also tend to speak quite openly about issues regarding SOA canon but, I DO tag it accordingly : anti soa //. DESPITE these rules that you are about to read I am VERY open, and friendly ldshifjnkdf JUST I've been here a long ass time and? I want my blog to be the sort of content I WANT to see on it, and to be comfortable while rping. I NO LONGER HAVE DISCO due to my work schedule / I constantly forget about it ! Easiest way to reach me ? IMS. I will NOT be following duplicates for my own sanity. in the past ? They've sent me hate, or ? Lifted headcanons    I WISH THE BEST TO ANYONE WHO WISHES TO PICK UP THIS MUSE THOUGH

** There will be crass language, drug use, and drug mentions on this blog as well as suicide but I will tag all accordingly AND if you need anything else tagged don't hesitate to ask.

                            𝑊𝐸 𝐷𝑂 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐾 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑆,  𝑊𝐸 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐷𝑈𝐼𝑇𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇     /     𝑰,  𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑭 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬,  𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻.     is that not all that matters  :   the intent behind the tools one uses,  and not the tools themselves  ?   luke slides into the opposite side of the booth,  guarded and no less luminous eyes scanning over the crowded cantina’s clientele.   many years ago he learned how to grow a healthy fear of those who dwelled in such grimy places.   “   i let the force guide me to you,  whether you wanted to be found or not doesn’t matter,   ”  comes his cool reply,  then he huffs a laugh and shrugs,  “   at least,  that’s what a jedi’s supposed to say.   i sorta just asked around about you.   connections  ?   yeah,  i have a couple through my brother - in - law.   he’s the infamous smuggler,  or,  well,  he was.   ”   it’s then that the jedi knight draws his hood back,  ruffling a gloved hand through his hair,  before offering it to the other man.                   

                            “   i’m luke skywalker,  pleasure to meet you,  jax.   ”

luke’s brows furrow too and he pulls his hand back towards himself,  cradling it against his chest.  “   no,  i’m not here to turn you in for a bounty.   i was actually hoping to ask for your help,  i can pay you well for your time,  if you’re interested.   if not,  just say the word and i’ll get outta your hair.   ”     

                         jackson   appreciates   the    respect,   the   HANDSHAKE,   and   as  luke   mentions   his   brother-in-law,   the   SMUGGLER   jackson   is   VERY   aware  of   just   WHOM   luke   refers   to.     ‘   you’re  not  . . .  ’   blue   hues    widen   slightly   as   he   then   leans   back   in  chair,  ‘   you’re   mistaken   you   can’t   POSSIBLY   want   me  ’   though   was   LUKE  so   wrong   to   seek   jackson   out?    he   becomes   INTRIGUED   as   he   leans   forward   ever   so,   ‘   i’m   INTERESTED  ’   then   he   goes   to   look   behind   shoulder,   ‘  we   can   offer   protection   . . .   his   army   is   GREAT  ’   of   course   speaking   about   vador,   ‘   as   you   know   we   are   EQUAL   parts   resistence   and   SELF   GAIN  ’   he   cracks   a   smile.  

you’d  think  she  speaks  some  common  sense .        however  this  isn’t  second  nature  to  either  of  them .        it  is  easier  to  tell  someone  to  think  with  their  brain  and  heart .        to  follow  through  with  such  a  thing  is  far  too  hard ,        since  their  lifestyles  demand  so  much  from  them .        “   then  you  know  i’m  right ,   ”        body  pulled  closer ,        making  a  dark  brow  quirk        (   and  clearly  isn’t  fighting  him  off  her .   )        “   hippie  shit  or  not ,        i  always  knew  he  was  a  smart  guy .   ”        even  if  jax  doesn’t  like  to  admit  it ,        shit  practically  everyone  has  forgotten  him  and  his  legacy .        CHOOSING  TO  IGNORE  THE  WISE  WORDS  IN  FAVOR  OF  REMINDING  EVERYONE  WHAT  A  PIECE  OF  SHIT  HE  WAS .        which  of  course ,        wasn’t  a  lie        …        at  least ,        on  a  surface  level  j.t  was  a  piece  of  shit  but  so  what  jax        (   so  was  mia .   )        cheek  leans  into  the  palm  of  his  hand ,        eyes  looking  up  at  him  before  her  eyes  close ,        returning  his  kiss .        “   oh  so  you  wanna  be  distracted  huh  ?   ”        words  honey  sweet  against  his  lips .        her  hands  come  up  and  rub  his  shoulders ,        “   why  don’t  you  go  get  the  booger  ready  and  see  what  he  wants  to  do .   ”

                      ‘   yeah   i’ll   get   him   ready  ’   shakes   head   as   jackson   disappears   into   abel’s   room.   TURNS   out   that    the   TELLER   HEIR   is    OBSESSED    with   elephants  and   otters.   jackson   doesn’t   question   as   he   then   talks   it   over   with   abel.   ‘   mia!  ’   yells  for   her   as  he   TEASES   his   son,   ‘   you   know  anything   about   otters? ’   he   gives  her   a   feigned   CONCERNED   look,   ‘   i   dunno   he   wants   to   . . .   i   guess   HOLD   one? ’   CONFUSION   believable   as    he   plays   along. 

that bit resonates — not a moment of some goddamn fucking peace — and there sparks this little thought in the deputy’s head, the idea that the two of them could be amiable.   hell, if you took away ashley’s badge and sat the two of them in a bar, they might just make damn fine drinking buddies.   but they ain’t drinking buddies, and they ain’t in a bar, ain’t laughing or cheering or drowning their sorrows.   there was a dead man at ashley’s feet, just a few hours ago, and there’s going to be another bottle in his hand at the end of the night.   the deputy is able to confront himself in the mirror and he doesn’t like this, he doesn’t like seeing teller and seeing himself, hearing himself.

they look each other in the eye.   ‘ i think a lil’ bit of guilt might be in order. ’   there’s two people in this scene, ashley included, and ashley’s speaking to the both of them.   ‘ shame too, but — that’d just be askin’ too much of you, wouldn’t it? ’

                     ‘   well  SHIT   deputy  ’   jackson   doesn’t   back   down   as   he   cocks  his  head   to  the   right,   ‘   maybe  i’m  some   goddamn   sociopath  ’   it’s   partly   true,   jackson   no   longer   FEELS   remorse   for   the   men   he’s   put   SIX   FEET   UNDER,   nor   the   way    he    has   CHOSEN   to  go   about   life.   GRIEF   and    DISGUST   had   entered   blood,   and   no   matter   how   he   WIPES   those   DAMN   SPOTS   AWAY   they    will   not    BUDGE.    jackson   then   chooses   to   embrace   his   demons,   keep   them  close.   

               cigarette   she   could   use,   and   she   eagerly   takes   it   from   his   hand,   inhaling   deep.      it   HELPS,   a   little   bit   anyway.      probably   the   only   thing   that   would   TRULY   calm   her   down   was   clay   coming   to   her   with   his   tail   between   his   legs   begging   forgiveness.      every   single   member   of   the   club,   plus   the   extended   family,   knew   she   held   a   grudge.      it   was   VERY   RARE   that   she   was   the   one   to   break   the   silent   treatment   and   apologize.      she   was   STUBBORN   AS   ALL   HELL   and   that’d   probably   never   change.

               ❝   look   jackson,   i   didn’t   MEAN   to   do   it.   ❞      well,   she   did   it   so   obviously   she   DID   mean   to   do   it,   but   it   was   one   of   those   act   first,   think   later   scenarios.      ❝   i   just   got   all   kinds   of   PISSED   OFF   when   i   saw   her   face.      pictured   the   shit   that   probably   went   down.      you   know   me   baby,   i’m   REACTIVE.   ❞      older   woman   sighs,   and   leans   against   her   son.      sometimes   he’s   the   only   thing   that   GROUNDS   HER   in   this   hectic   life.      ❝   we   all   get   away   with   shit   we   probably   shouldn’t.      the   BENEFITS   of   having   the   police   on   our   side.   ❞

                          ' helps when the sheriff used to have a thing for my mom ' shakes head, as he WONDERS if she thinks jackson is truly as clueless as she thinks, ' look...clay had it comin' he's a fuckin' petty sonofabitch ' jackson goes to look at his mother, 'how the hell did you ever fall for such an asshole ' words have a hint of TEASING as he then goes to inhale, ' c'mon you need somethin' stronger ' then going to reach for cigarette as he reaches for joint, ' what, you knew the shit i did ... indulge me ' gives his mother a smile as he goes to spark the damn joint.

@sythegun   :   ( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress .

nothing turned out the way it was supposed to anymore .   supposed to be there to just get some information on the place ,   her mission was intel and now it feels like she is once more drenched in blood .   never wanted to be this kind of person ,   the one to kill without any second thought   &   never wanted to be the kind of person that simply     .  .  .     pulled the trigger without thinking twize .   tried to be good ,   but she is someone that kill with ease and maybe she always has been .   maybe there was no point in trying to deny it anymore .   thought her sister was dead for the longest time ,   thought tantalus had killed her for helping her escape years back   :   and she thought she had dealth with that pain .   worked through that loss and grief .   but then hearing spencer was still alive ,   she was still out there and that maybe they could be family again ,   living in the hope of maybe seeing her again soon ,   only for it to be stripped away too soon .   gotten told that spencer is dead ,   killed on her way to her   &   this time there was no doubt about it .   no what if’s or maybe’s thrown around .   thought this would get her mind onto something else   :   but instead some of that neatly stored away rage and pain got out and sitting on the floor ,   back to the couch   &   elbows on knees ,   it feels like maybe she can hide away from the world in his dark livingroom .   like maybe everything else in the world keep moving ,   and she can just sit here for a few moments   :   pretending that everything is fine .

only person she could imagine seeing at the moment .   because he     .  .  .     maybe he understands .   not sure actually ,   she doesn’t really want anyone to understand this ,   but he’s the closest she could think of right now ,   that could even come close to understanding .   only one she could imagine wanting to be around .   wrist brush over forehead to get hair out of eyes   &   there’s still so much blood .   blood on hands and blood on clothes .   too tired to do anything about it ,   and there’s a silence even when he do come into the room .   silence when he sits on the couch .   silence when nothing is done and silence when his hand rub up and down her back ,   something soothing in it .   air exhales softly as she leans back ,   eyes close lightly   :   trying to simply compose herself .

he  doesn't  speak,  just  sits  as  hand  rubs  back. he  feels  as  if  there  is  evil,  that  he  himself  is  the  bringer  of  truth,  and  the  harsh  revelation  that  death,  is  just  simply  that,  death. he  goes  to  speak,  and  then  mouth  is  shut  tight. for  him,  death  had  always  been  a  friend,  a  very  real  fact  in  life  that  he  had  just  simply  processed. maybe  it  was  the  fact  that  his  first  kill  was  when  he  was  eighteen. that  at  such  a  young  age  he  was  forced  to  face  things  that  he  wasn't  ready  for. jackson  wants  to  share  this,  to  be  a  friend.

          '      it'll  be  okay  '    his  voice  low  as  he  speaks  in  such  hushed  tones. the  words  fall  and  yet  he  wonders  if  they  truly  have  any  belief  in  them. where  has  their  innocence  gone?  then  again,  he  was  never  one  for  innocence  nor  ignorance. he  has  taught  himself  to  be  resilient  to  withstand  things  that  he  has  no  real  comprehension  about.

                      '  we're  gonna  have  to  clean  this  up  '  voice  calm  as  he's  matter  of  fact  about  words,  '  it's  not  gonna  be  easy,  you're  gonna  feel  real  shitty  for  awhile  '  though  temporary  everything  was, it was just a state of mind. jackson  wishes  that  he  could  remember  a  time  that  he  felt  guilt,  felt  remorse  for  the  lives  that  he  taken. though,  that  memory  is  gone,  and  he  feels  nothing  but  actions,  movements  that  he  must  follow  through  with  in  order  to  survive.