#ron tully soa

[ravennaortiz]

Thinking about these two lately.

Lost and Found Master List - Completed Story

Juice Ortiz × Scarlett Teller ( OC)

18+

TW: General themes of SOA, suicide, mention of past SA.

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[biteofchaos]

All About Nannette Marie

Sweet dreams are made of me. Are you really one to disagree? Watch out for my dogs.

Niece of Ron Tully

Twin of @biteofmayhem

Wife of @ofmayanchaos

Sister-in-law of @ofdarkchaos, @ofpetalsnash, @ofchaoticpetalsnmeds & @ofglitznlead

Daughter-in-law of @onceamayan

Mama of @croswildchild & Marcus Alexander

Owner of Sweet Dreams Ice Cream Shop

VP of The Roses Of Reaper MC

Princess of the AB

Triggers Mature Content MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

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[croswildchild]

All About Dream

I'm a wild child, sorry, Daddy.

Daughter of @ofnomadsncros & @biteofchaos

Stepdaughter of @ofmayanchaos & @ofpetalsnlead

Goddaughter of @hellonaharley & @ofpetalsnash

Great Niece of Ron Tully

Living with my guardian @thebutcherofanarchy

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

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[biteofruin]

All About Ron Tully

I'm like a novel that you haven't read yet. Turn the page and learn something.

Father of @biteofhavoc, @biteofchaos & @biteofmayhem

Father-in-law of @ofhavocnroses, @ofmayanchaos & @ofdarkchaos

Grandpa of @croswildchild & Marcus Alexander

Part of the AB

Works at Crushed Dreams Metal Shop

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

Reblog if you wish

[ofhavocnroses]

All about Alice Tully

The secret, Alice, is to surround yourself with people who make your heart smile. It's then, only then, that you'll find Wonderland.

Married to Sexy @biteofhavoc

Daughter in law of Ron Tully

Sister in law of @biteofchaos @biteofmayhem @ofmayanchaos @ofdarkchaos

Aunt to @croswildchild and Marcus Alexander Vargas

Works at TeaTime Cafe

#ParadoxsMinx

#SOA RP #Mayans RP

Mature Content Tigger

MDNI 🔞

NSFW/NotDTF/MC

Likes and Retweets Appreciated

[ofdarkchaos]

All About Declan Isaiah Murry

🏴‍☠️ Married to @biteofmayhem

🏴‍☠️ Brother In Law to @biteofchaos @ofmayanchaos @biteofhavoc @ofhavocnroses

🏴‍☠️ “Son In Law” to Ron Tully & @thebutcherofanarchy

🏴‍☠️ Owner of Wacky's Smoke Shop

🏴‍☠️ ParadoxsMinx

🏴‍☠️ #SOA RP

🏴‍☠️ Experienced Role Player 13+

🏴‍☠️ MDNI 🔞

🏴‍☠️ NSFW/NotDTF/MC

🏴‍☠️ Likes and Retweets Appreciated

[thebutcherofanarchy]

All About Butcher

🔪 Right Hand man for Ron Tully

🔪 Loving and Dating the ever beautiful @thecolorfulthorn

🔪 Guardian and Protector of @croswildchild @ofpixiedustncros

🔪 Owns Farmer’s Deli-Butcher Shop

🔪 ParadoxsMinx

🔪 #SOA RP

🔪 Experienced Role Player 13+

🔪 MDNI 🔞

🔪 NSFW/NotDTF/MC

🔪 Likes and Retweets Appreciated

[a-lawless-son-among-hate]

first composition of 2024, featuring Ron Tully and a random policeman keeping watch for weirdo bigots.

p.s. I've been worldbuilding in the LMMYAM/SOA fanon a lot and the states of Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, and Tennessee form a market socialist nation, and the police lowkey look like Yugoslav police from the 1970s.

[come-join-themurder]

Sons of Tumblr

[everasbefore-everjustassure]

Okay so I knoooowwww Tully was a bad, bad man, but can I persuade you to write a Tully/Reader fic with the prompt "You're going to have to try harder than that if you want to scare me" PWEEEEEESSSSEEEEE ????

Ooo and with some smutty smut? 🥺🥵

Haha yes girl I've got you. I will add a smut filled, Halloween, Tully fic just for you boo 😘

[magickhajiit]

The Disgraced Son- Chapter 2 (SOA Fanfic)

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Henry Lin is dead. Killed by a soon-to-be-dead rat from a rival group, for a heinous crime he never considered committing. The Chinese have already taken their payback from the traitor, leaving emotional cuts on him that will scar and never fade away. Still unknown to them the real perpetrators remain far outside the prison's walls, planning on cleansing any trace of the triads from their Mayberry town.

Flashes of Lin’s murder filter across Juice’s eyes, sharp metal cutting through skin like butter, crimson waves coating Juice’s arms and spattering his front, Lin’s body laid slack on the floor with dead eyes staring at him, accusingly.  Afterward, he headed back to his cellblock in a daze. The officers left a new uniform out for him, at least that small mercy was granted. Once he changed, he noticed a layer of dried blood coating his hands, picking each fragment off took under an hour but he continued to scratch, clawing away at his hands like a twisted imitation of Lady Macbeth.

And now he sits before Samcro’s king. With his eyes lowered passively, he informs Jax of Lin’s passing, of his own success. Finally glancing up, he expects to see pride or at least mercy but catching Jax’s eyes his stomach drops at the pure hatred glistening from them. Jax’s next words shatter all hope Juice naively possessed. Jax knew about the lie. The lie that entered the world on the day of Tara’s passing, born from the need to protect the only mother Juice has ever known, the lie that started a war. Entangled in his own web of deception Juice knows the truth needs to be released into the world. So, somewhat belatedly, he tells the truth, knowing it will free him from this tragic excuse of a life and save Jax from the agony of not knowing his wife’s killer.

Juice’s revelation hangs heavily in the air before Jax makes his next statement.                         ‘’Bobby’s in hospital. Mark’s guys grabbed him the day after you came here. He won’t ride again.’’  Guilt gnaws at Juice; till all he wants is to beg for forgiveness. There’ll be no opportunity for that though, not when Jax refuses to listen.                                                                                                   Jax adds one more lie before leaving,‘’ It’ll be quick’’ he says not sparing Juice a glance on his way out.

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Less than a day after his conversation with Jax, Juice is released from isolation. Unser and Jarry have already paid him a visit trying to convince him that they could help in return for his cooperation. Unser had already offered his support weeks ago and that didn’t work out, his worry seemed to be genuine though. Juice has always been vulnerable to men like Unser, older guys who in another life could have taken the role of the father he never had, that’s why he spent months at Clay’s beck and call after his injury. So whilst Juice never warns Unser directly, in fear of being seen as more of a traitor to Samcro than he already is, he does suggest they should be finding Gemma. After all, at least a couple of people should be allowed to find an ounce happiness or at least peace in the tragedy of Tara’s death.

Walking through the cafeteria he wonders if Unser will grieve over his death, although its inconsequential. In six months time Unser will be dead too and there won’t be a soul to left on this planet who will mourn him, not the Sons, not his two sisters who he hasn’t spoken to in what's approaching a decade and certainly not Chibs. He notices the Chinese watching him as he makes his way to the AB’s table. They’ll be expecting him to complete their task, to dispose of Tully in return for his own life. Little do they know that Juice has his own plan.

‘’We need to talk. Alone’’ Juice says once he arrives at the table, standing directly in front of Tully. With a slight indication of his head, Tully sends the rest of the table on their way, a flash of envy hits Juice, what it must be like to be more than just a pawn on the chessboard.                 

Wincing as he sat down opposite Tully he dives straight into conversation, ‘’The Chinese aren’t real happy about Lin.’’

Scanning over Juice’s battered appearance Tully replies, ‘’Clearly not.’’

‘’They want me to kill you.’’

‘’Makes sense... You do realize you've lost the element of surprise.’’

‘’I know Jax has tasked you with killing me. And if the Chinese do it, it could impact your relationship with the MC. ‘’ Juice glances around after speaking before reaching down picking up his scalpel, its ice-cold in his trembling palm and he tries not to think of what it’ll feel like when it’s sliding into his flesh, cutting all life from within him.  He lays it on the table directly in front of Tully. Just for a moment, he looks surprised before it's covered with his usual cool indifference. Juice speaks what will be his final words, ‘’Just let me finish my pie.’’

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A riot is started seconds before Juice finishes eating, it starts between the AB and Chinese before expanding as quickly as a raging forest fire, blocking the sight of Juice and Tully from guards posted around the room. Everything feels painfully clear once Juice has gotten up, cherry pie resting in his stomach, every movement of the people around him is vivid in his eyes. He doesn't tremble when he walks with Tully to a quieter part of the floor.  Tully wraps one arm tightly around Juice once he’s turned, in his other hand the shiv gleams in the light as its raised, before it plunges down, blood spurts out as the blade slices through the skin under Juice’s collarbone. It’ll leave a scar Tully will always be remembered by, a claim to Juice but not fatal.

Tully leans forward whilst simultaneously holding Juice's body up ‘’I’m afraid that it’s not your time just yet.’’ he murmurs before giving him a slight nudge forward, whilst nodding at one of the AB members to escort him out of harm's way. Juice allows himself to be pulled along without resistance still in shock from brushing fingertips with Mr. Mayhem, he grips the wound, warm blood leaking through shaking fingers.

If anyone wants to be tagged in new chapters feel free to let me know. :)

[let-me-finish-my-pie]

Juice ‘Sweetheart’ Ortiz.

@ortizobsessed, @redwoodoriginalfirstnine. @juiceboxxortiz

[textsfromsoa]

[imagininghim]

Beautiful Creature  Part 2

Part 1

The three days had passed rather quickly. I was in the middle of getting ready when Jax knocked.

“Hey, you almost ready?” I glanced in the mirror one last time before turning back to him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I said as Jax smiled. We walked down the hall to the bar as a few of the members sat around the room.

“Do us one good, Elisabeth,” Tig said as I smiled and nodded my head.

“I will, Tiggy,” I said as Jax and I walked out of the club to his bike. Jax handed me my helmet as I smiled at him.

“Thank you,” I said as Jax smiled.

“Are you nervous?” Jax questioned as I shyly nodded my head.

“A bit, what does he want with someone like me?” I questioned as Jax shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.” Jax said with a smile as he climbed onto his bike as I did the same. On the ride to the prison, my nerves were jumping as were the butterflies in my stomach. Jax laid his hand onto mine. I took a deep breath as we pulled into the prison parking lot.

We climbed off the bike before heading into the prison. I walked up to the front desk as I began to sign in.

“I’ll let him know you’re here.” The officer at the front desk said as I thanked him with a smile.

“Thank you for doing this.” Jax began as I heard the officer call my name.

“Elisabeth.” I turned as I nodded my head in acknowledged the officer before turning back to Jax.

“I’ll be right here, when you’re done.” Jax said as I smiled before turning back and heading over to the officer before following him into a room like the one we were in the last time except this time, there was only two chairs instead of three. I walked in the room as I took a seat.

“He’ll be in here shortly.” The officer said as I nodded my head as I thanked him.

“Hello, my dear.” I looked up to see Ron standing above me.

“Hello.” I said as he reached down and took my hand in his as he pressed a gentle kiss to my hand again. I felt a blush rise upon my cheeks as I smiled at him. Ron took the seat across from me as I spoke up.

“So, why did you want to see me alone?” I questioned as Ron smiled.

“Have you ever heard of the poem Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe?” Ron questioned ignoring my question completely. I shook my head as he smiled.

“It goes:

‘It was many and many a year ago,

  In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

  By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

  Than to love and be loved by me.

 I was a child and she was a child,

  In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

  I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

  Coveted her and me.

 And this was the reason that, long ago,

  In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

  My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

  And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

  In this kingdom by the sea.

 The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

  Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

  In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

  Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

 But our love it was stronger by far than the love

  Of those who were older than we—

  Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

  Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

 For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

  Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

  In her sepulchre there by the sea—

  In her tomb by the sounding sea.’” I sat in awe as he spoke the words.

“Wow, that was beautiful,” I said as he smiled.

“Isn’t it?” I smiled at him before speaking up.

“But I’m confused, what does that have to do with me and this meeting?” Ron smiled as he reached across the table.

“When I was living on the outside, I had this beautiful girl that you could call was my Annabel Lee.” I smiled as he continued. “I loved her but I never got the chance to tell her, she was murdered by our rival gang. I hunted for the bastard that took the only joy I had left in my life but I never found him. I was soon convicted for a few murders and drug runs.” I smiled sadly at his story. “I know you’re still probably wondering why I’m telling you all this and what it has to do with you and this meeting.” I giggled as I spoke.

“I am.” Ron smiled.

“Well, ever since I saw you, you’ve reminded me of her. Of my Annabel Lee.” I smiled at him. “I know, we haven’t known each other long but I was hoping that maybe you’d like to come visit me more often.” I smiled at Ron as I thought about it.

“I’d love too,” I said as a smile spread across his face.

“Really?” He questioned in disbelief.

“Really,” I said with a smile. The guard knocked on the door letting us know that visiting time was almost up.

“Tell Jax, that he’s got himself a deal.” Ron said with a smile as he stood up. I stood up as well with a smile as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “What’s this for?” He questioned as he hugged me back.

“I just figured you needed one, now when and what time is visiting?” I questioned as he smiled.

“Monday’s, Wednesday and Friday’s. Four to five.” He said as I smiled while nodding my head. I looked back at the small window to see if the guard was looking before turning back and leaning in and pressing my lips to his. Ron kissed me back as I smiled into the kiss. I pulled away with a smile.

“See you Monday,” I said as I turned and headed for the door. The guard turned and unlocked the door before opening it.

“See you Monday,” Ron said with a smile.  

[come-join-themurder]

Just a message to the Fandom...

So this @onlyonewoman person has decided to call most, if not all, of us out for simply doing what everyone in every Fandom does - imagining a world where your favorite character from your favorite show is not only emotionally available but also capable of love.

We all tend to find ourselves attracted to the damaged bad boys, because it means maybe we can crack into their tough exteriors and explore the loving, compassionate side of them that they, and all human beings, have.

I just want everyone in the SoA Fandom to know that this woman is NOT a true fan of the show. She can't be, not if she's willing to blindly accept actors' analyses of their characters and someone at screenrant who probably only watched the show once's opinions over what's actually in the text.

Jax Teller loved his mother, his club, his sons, and his wife tremendously, he cried for them on multiple occasions. Chibs Telford loved his brothers and his daughter with everything inside of him, he cried for them on multiple occasions. Happy Lowman loved his club, Jax especially; he also loved his aunt, and he loved his mother so much he sold drugs on the street to try and support her before being locked up. Tig Trager loved his club, his brothers, Gemma, his daughters, and Venus so much that he CRIED for them on multiple occasions, including visiting Dawn's grave just to lay there and cry and apologize profusely to her for what he'd done to cause her death; he hurt for them and his mistakes. I can sit here and do this for every character, seriously, even Clay. The list goes on and on. These guys were not PSYCHOPATHS or SOCIOPATHS, they were men, most of whom were traumatized by war, who came back to a country where they weren't appreciated and couldn't make ends meet inside the bounds of the law, so they turned to outlawing to stay alive. They learned to justify their actions based on "kill or be killed" and they did their best to stick to that. These were not just robotic killers with no remorse for their actions, they were men who had hearts and who only killed when absolutely necessary - to save themselves or their families.

PLEASE do not allow her narrowminded views on our beloved SAMCRO boys and how they should be written, dictate how you express yourself. And by all means, if you are imagining any of the boys doing human being things because they are human beings DO NOT tag it 'crack' just because one idiotic individual wants it to be that way.

Oh, and in closing, @onlyonewoman - shipping Ron Tully with Juice Ortiz will ALWAYS be disgusting. You cannot ship a rapist with his victim. Period. You also cannot say things like 'shipping Juice and Tully is more realistic than shipping reader/character' and you damn sure cannot say that RAPING AN INNOCENT UNSUSPECTING MAN IN PRISON is less of a moral offense than one outlaw killing another outlaw.

[icemftmm]

Sons of Anarchy, S 07, E 12: Red Rose