chaoticdevine

[chaoticdevine]

“I don’t think your turnin’ into an old man. I think your turnin’ into a good man and that doesn’t fare well in our world.”

Member of #DivineKindred

Penned by #DevilishCrow

[chaoticdevine]

❝ OKAY KINSLEY I SEE Y O U👀��❞

— I could love you with my eyes closed. ✨🖤

[chaoticdevine]

I miss you❤️

I'll try and get some writing done here tonight or tomorrow before I get busy again.

[chaoticdevine]

Brynn let a laugh escape her lips as she took another drag off her cigarette. “Better than the deadbeat egg donor I had back in the hell hole that was Portland.” When Brynn noticed his eyes widening, she laughed again as she took the cigarette from between her lips and flicked the ashes off into the ash tray.

“Basically, my mother was a deadbeat mom. She was embarrassed to be around me, locked me in a room for most of my childhood. I didn’t have many friends, nor did I have the social skills in order to be around kids my age.” Brynn rolled her eyes and look a breath.

“Needless to say, I had to raise myself and that?? Hard as hell to do when you’re only sixteen with a highschool diploma and no adult guidance.” A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked at Opie.

“And to top it all off, I started using hardcore drugs— acid, shrooms, weed, and I even tried coke once.” She shook her head at the thought. “When Janet found out, she wanted to ship me off to rehab...”

Brynn’s eyes narrowed, “I told her there was no point; that I was cold turkey clean. I just hate that it took for me to get arrested for my /own/ mother to notice me.” She scoffed.

“Sorry.. I started rambling again.” She said softly, her gaze shifting from him and down to the floor. Brynn hadn’t felt this comfortable around /anyone/ ever in her entire twenty-right years on this Earth.

But with Opie, she felt like she could tell him her entire life story and not even get a single ounce of judgement from him, or Piney. She felt like she could trust these people, and that she had known them her entire life.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked at Opie. “That was a lot, I know..”

Family Portrait

[ Closed SL w/ @chaoticdevine ]

Opie didn’t have the easiest life growing up. The marriage between his parents was a bad punchline of a joke that he considered his life. They should have split sooner rather than when they did. By the time it actually happened, Mary, his mother, took him away to bring him up in a better environment, so she said. All she really did was move him from one fucked environment to another one. She wasn’t much of a mom, but at least his dad understood him.

It didn’t take long for Ope to leave his mothers home to return back to his dad. It wasn’t perfect growing up with Piney, the old bastard was tough, but he taught Opie how to be a man and showed him that family didn’t only consist of blood. SAMCRO was a real family and remained as such from when he was growing up alongside his best friend, Jax Teller, to when he was officially a patch member. His life was far from perfect, but having the club and his dad was something that he would never change.

As Ope was finishing up some work at TM, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled out the phone and saw it was his father calling, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, he just figured his dad would have been in the clubhouse drinking by that time.

“Hey, Pop”.

“You still workin’, son?” Piney asked.

Ope took a look at the clock on the wall, “Yeah, I got about a half hour left on my shift. What’s up?”

“I need you to come by after your done.”

“Everything alright?” Opie questioned with partial concern.

Piney paused a moment to push against his nasal cannula to inhale more oxygen, “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just bring your ass when you’re done.”

“Fine, I’ll be there.”

Without another word, Piney hung up and caused Ope to shake his head, “Crazy old man”.

After his shift was over, Ope made his way over to his dad’s. The entire ride there he wondered what his dad could have wanted. If there was something Piney wanted him to do, he would’ve just told him over the phone, so it had to be more than that. Whatever it was must’ve been something if he didn’t want to discuss it over the phone.

He parked his bike out front, then made his way up to the door. Three firm knocks were made before the old Winston opened the door.

“Alright, Pop, what’s goin’ on?” Piney stepped aside to allow Opie in and was surprised to see a dark haired, younger, woman there along with them. Ope looked between them both and felt the confusion rise within him, “Am I—interrupting something?”

“Ope. Her name’s Brynn Monroe. She’s your sister”.

He stood there silently for a beat, still looking between them both. It wasn’t too hard to believe considering the life they were both apart of, but it was still a kick to the fucking head.

“Well, shit”.

[chaoticdevine]

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 / 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 & 𝖫𝖺𝗐𝗒𝖾𝗋 & 𝖢𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖣𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖠𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒

❝Immortality doesn't always mean invincible. Sometimes you gotta lose before you win.❞

an 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 created for the 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 fandom. this character is 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏. chemistry is an 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 content. 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒.

[chaoticdevine]

𝚉𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍 — 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗

an 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 created for the 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 fandom. this character is 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏. chemistry is an 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 content. 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒.

[chaoticdevine]

Brynn chewed at her bottom lip as she looked at “Ope” who she assumed was her half brother that her mother never mentioned; the brother who she had always wanted to meet but never ever got the chance to.

“I had the same reaction.” She laughed gently with a small smile. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you Opie.”

Brynn took a deep breath as she glanced around her father’s home. It was much nicer than her mother’s home in Portland, Oregon.

Granted, she /was/ locked in her room for most of her life. With being forced to raise herself, she had to grow up exceptionally fast.

Her gaze then turned to Opie— he looked nothing like she had imagined him to. He was much taller, much more broad in the shoulders than she had invisioned him to be. . . But nonetheless, she was grateful to be welcomed in with open arms.

Brynn pulled a cigarette from her back jean pocket, placing it to her lips and then lighting it with a small smirk as she took a drag off of it. “My mother never really mentioned anything about her past to me, so this is all new to me.”

Family Portrait

[ Closed SL w/ @chaoticdevine ]

Opie didn't have the easiest life growing up. The marriage between his parents was a bad punchline of a joke that he considered his life. They should have split sooner rather than when they did. By the time it actually happened, Mary, his mother, took him away to bring him up in a better environment, so she said. All she really did was move him from one fucked environment to another one. She wasn't much of a mom, but at least his dad understood him.

It didn't take long for Ope to leave his mothers home to return back to his dad. It wasn't perfect growing up with Piney, the old bastard was tough, but he taught Opie how to be a man and showed him that family didn't only consist of blood. SAMCRO was a real family and remained as such from when he was growing up alongside his best friend, Jax Teller, to when he was officially a patch member. His life was far from perfect, but having the club and his dad was something that he would never change.

As Ope was finishing up some work at TM, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled out the phone and saw it was his father calling, which wasn't out of the ordinary, he just figured his dad would have been in the clubhouse drinking by that time.

"Hey, Pop".

"You still workin', son?" Piney asked.

Ope took a look at the clock on the wall, "Yeah, I got about a half hour left on my shift. What's up?"

"I need you to come by after your done."

"Everything alright?" Opie questioned with partial concern.

Piney paused a moment to push against his nasal cannula to inhale more oxygen, "Yeah, everything's fine. Just bring your ass when you're done."

"Fine, I'll be there."

Without another word, Piney hung up and caused Ope to shake his head, "Crazy old man".

After his shift was over, Ope made his way over to his dad's. The entire ride there he wondered what his dad could have wanted. If there was something Piney wanted him to do, he would've just told him over the phone, so it had to be more than that. Whatever it was must've been something if he didn't want to discuss it over the phone.

He parked his bike out front, then made his way up to the door. Three firm knocks were made before the old Winston opened the door.

"Alright, Pop, what's goin' on?" Piney stepped aside to allow Opie in and was surprised to see a dark haired, younger, woman there along with them. Ope looked between them both and felt the confusion rise within him, "Am I—interrupting something?"

"Ope. Her name's Brynn Monroe. She's your sister".

He stood there silently for a beat, still looking between them both. It wasn't too hard to believe considering the life they were both apart of, but it was still a kick to the fucking head.

"Well, shit".

[chaoticdevine]

GINGER MARIE SPENCER (Formerly Winston)

♧IDENTIFICATION♧

Name: Ginger Marie Spencer (Winston)

Nickname: Gin or Ginny

Age: Late 30s

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Affiliations: Samcro

Relationship status : Divorced.

□GENETICS□

Hair color: red

Eye color: green

Skin color: pale

Height: 5’4

Weight: 120 lbs

Build: model

Species: human

Scars: bullet wound on left knee, several other smaller scars from fights and such.

♡PERSONALITY♡

Likes: being in charge, Rock and roll music, guns, Samcro

Dislikes: being told what to do, being arrested,

♢ORIGINS ♢

mother: She never knew her mother very well but the memories she does are of her whoring around and her dad killing her because of this.

Father: He led a life of crime getting ginger involved in it.

BIO:

Ginger Marie Spencer is a rebellious one. She doesn’t answer to anyone. The last person assigned to keeping her safe had a really hard time because she’s so rebellious. Ginger was a firecracker and for good reason. She knew exactly what her father was involved in. She loved partying at the local bars and she loved giving others a hard time because well she knew she could basically do what she wanted because of who her dad was. She lives her life on the edge. She grew up with The club and was friends with everyone in the club. Owner of Spencer’s dive bar in charming.

[chaoticdevine]

𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬 & 𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑲𝑬

a solo — trigger warnings ahead.

There was never a time in Brynn’s life where she felt like she truly belonged anywhere. And while growing up in Portland, she grew up not knowing anything about her father, except his first name. “Piney Winston was his name.” Her mother would always answer the same way, whenever she was asked anything about her past relationship regarding her father.

Brynn also has a half-brother, Opie. Her mother didn’t speak of her past, it was almost as if her mother was embarrassed about having Brynn as a daughter. Her mother never took her out anywhere, not to her company gatherings or family events. Brynn was by herself— 99.9% of the time.

With being by herself a vast majority of the time, she had to learn how to raise herself, and because she was different from the other kids, she was bullied throughout her school years, but it got worse in highschool. The people got meaner, more ruthless at making others miserable. 

Needless to say, she fell into the wrong crowd; she started drinking heavily, and began to experience numerous amounts of drugs— she became a troubled child for her mother . . . Not that she paid her daughter’s cries for help any mind.

After the night Brynn got arrested for drinking and driving, the minute she was released from prison— her mother finally had enough of her daughter bringing “hell” to her family name. “You want to know where your father lives?! Charming fucking California. I’m sick of you constantly asking about that part of me, and I’ve had enough of the constant bullshit. I tried. Go be his problem.” She yelled at Brynn one night after a heated argument between the two. Brynn felt every fiber in her being filled up with rage, and she packed up her belongings and never spoke to her mother again. She packed up her room which wasn’t a lot of things and made her way towards what would be her new home: Charming, California.

She was more nervous about heading to Charming than she had been about anything her entire life. Brynn stepped off the bus from Portland and on to the rocky ground beneath her feet. Charming. Her city of “Second Chances” as she’d call it.

Brynn knew that this had to happen, and that she needed to be here. Not only to get to know her father and half-brother, but for her own mental wellbeing as well.

Brynn had found an old card with Piney’s phone number on it, and she put it in her phone when she arrived in Charming. It rang a few times, and when he picked up, her heart began racing out of her chest. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’m looking for Mr. Piney Winston?” He explained that this was who she was talking to, in fact Piney. 

“I’m calling in regards to a Miss Janet Monroe, my name is Brynn Harlow Monroe— I’m the daughter of you and Janet.” She said he nodded and wanted to meet her as soon as possible because he remembered Janet, and was more or less pissed off that she was kept locked away from them.

“I’ve just recently gotten to Charming, where would you like me to meet you?” She asked into her phone’s speaker while she typed in an address. “It looks like I’m about fifteen minutes away, I’ll see you then. Bye!” She said with a hopeful smile.

Brynn couldn’t ignore the fact that she had never experienced any form of love from a familial figure. She was about to meet, and connect with her real family for the first time in all of her twenty-eight years alive. As she walked up the steps to Piney’s home, she jumped when someone came out immediately to greet her. “You must be Brynn,” an older man smiled. “And you must be Piney, my father.” She smiled softly as he pulled her into a hug. She stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to react to this new profound affection.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Brynn smiled softly as he let her go out of the embrace. “And you as well.” Piney said with a grin. Brynn was led inside Piney’s home, and led to the spare bedroom which would serve purpose as her bedroom until she had enough money saved up to buy her own apartment.

While talking over coffee, Brynn asked Piney about the relationship that he had with her mother, and he explained the reason why they broke up, everything that happened between them, he explained it all and Brynn was not even the least surprised.

Piney asked Brynn if she did any form of drugs, and she answered him honestly. She told him about her drug problem, her arrest and her drunk driving charge. Piney explained that there would be no hard core drugs, weed and shrooms were okay but no heroin, cocaine, or anything harder than weed or shrooms. She agreed to his terms, understanding the reasoning behind it completely. Brynn knew that the drugs she had access to in Portland would be /much/ harder to get in Charming, so she decided to stop them completely: minus the occasional blunt and mushrooms.

Deep down in her heart, Brynn knew that leaving her toxic mother behind was the best thing for her, but she was nervous for the future.

[chaoticdevine]

𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

❝𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑀𝑒? 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒.❞  

an 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 created for the 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 fandom. this character is 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏, but will switch to 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 if there is the proper chemistry.  there will be 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 present. 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒.