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[flammaosculum]

Kinsley nodded with each word that left his lips. "Look, you're fucking right, Jackson." She spat, rolling her emerald hues with a small sigh— she knew he was right. She needed to get her shit together, even if it meant checking her temper before she spoke.

"I know you or him won't always be there— I'm fully aware of that. Which is why I'm /going/ to be looking into finding a fuckin' shrink to help me. I clearly can't do this shit by myself." Kinsley growled, feeling more frustrated at herself that Jax was. She knew better. She was better than the person standing before him— she just needed to believe it.

… . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

closed starter for @legacyofsamcro —

After getting pulled over for drunk driving, Kinsley Lowman, currently sat waiting in the cells of Charming Police Department, after once again being arrested.

“I’m telling you, I’m not even fucking /drunk!/” She yelled at the officer watching her. “I only had one beer, maybe two. And you assholes decided to pick me up?!”

Rolling her eyes in frustration, she sighed and whispered. “Let me out of here!”

She looked up from behind the bars of her cell as Roosevelt came into the cellblock.

“Ah, yes, Kinsley Lowman. Infamous younger sister to Happy Lowman, who currently is affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club.” He sent a mischievous smirk her way, which ultimately made her gag.

“Listen, /prick/ I don’t know what dirt you’ve got on my brother but I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with the fucking club.”

Roosevelt laughed. “Right, but you’ve got quite the record here Kinsley. Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, some minor Drug charges …” He trailed off.

“Look, I know I’m a class A fuck up, but can you fucking not remind me about it?!” She yelled at him.

“Sorry, Kinsley, but you’re put here for a reason and you /deserve/ to be here.” He spat. Kinsley growled, as her temper began to rise and her blood began to boil.

“FINE! YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I DESERVE TO BE HERE. Now please, give me my phone call?!” She growled, her nostrils flaring.

Roosevelt looked towards his left at the officer who was standing guard, and made him open the cell door to allow her to get her phone call.

When the door opened, she was cuffed and led to the phone. Kinsley dialed Happy’s number, and when he answered, he explained that he was out on a run for the club, but he would call Jax and he would come get her.

“Thanks, see you then.” She said with a wicked smile and hung up.

Roosevelt took her back into the cellblock. “You bastards can’t keep me here forever..” Kinsley mumbled.

Roosevelt looked at her with a wicked grin. “You want to bet on that? I’ll find every single DAMN reason I can to keep you here. You won’t be going home.”

Kinsley bit her bottom lip, and shook her head with a dark laugh escaping her lips. “Watch me.”

#flammaosculum #sl: jax #sl:legacyofsamcro

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Kinsley chewed her bottom lip as her blonde locks hung loosely over her shoulders. She didn't really know what to say.

"Jax, I-.." She mumbled softly once they exited the station. "I'm sorry.." She whispered, knowing very well that he was well beyond his anger.

Kinsley had no idea why she couldn't stay out of trouble— well, she did but no therapy could help her. It all leads back to the night of her 25th birthday.

"I k-know, I know I gotta stop.." She whispered. "I'm so sorry, okay?"

… . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

closed starter for @legacyofsamcro —

After getting pulled over for drunk driving, Kinsley Lowman, currently sat waiting in the cells of Charming Police Department, after once again being arrested.

“I’m telling you, I’m not even fucking /drunk!/” She yelled at the officer watching her. “I only had one beer, maybe two. And you assholes decided to pick me up?!”

Rolling her eyes in frustration, she sighed and whispered. “Let me out of here!”

She looked up from behind the bars of her cell as Roosevelt came into the cellblock.

“Ah, yes, Kinsley Lowman. Infamous younger sister to Happy Lowman, who currently is affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club.” He sent a mischievous smirk her way, which ultimately made her gag.

“Listen, /prick/ I don’t know what dirt you’ve got on my brother but I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with the fucking club.”

Roosevelt laughed. “Right, but you’ve got quite the record here Kinsley. Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, some minor Drug charges …” He trailed off.

“Look, I know I’m a class A fuck up, but can you fucking not remind me about it?!” She yelled at him.

“Sorry, Kinsley, but you’re put here for a reason and you /deserve/ to be here.” He spat. Kinsley growled, as her temper began to rise and her blood began to boil.

“FINE! YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I DESERVE TO BE HERE. Now please, give me my phone call?!” She growled, her nostrils flaring.

Roosevelt looked towards his left at the officer who was standing guard, and made him open the cell door to allow her to get her phone call.

When the door opened, she was cuffed and led to the phone. Kinsley dialed Happy’s number, and when he answered, he explained that he was out on a run for the club, but he would call Jax and he would come get her.

“Thanks, see you then.” She said with a wicked smile and hung up.

Roosevelt took her back into the cellblock. “You bastards can’t keep me here forever..” Kinsley mumbled.

Roosevelt looked at her with a wicked grin. “You want to bet on that? I’ll find every single DAMN reason I can to keep you here. You won’t be going home.”

Kinsley bit her bottom lip, and shook her head with a dark laugh escaping her lips. “Watch me.”

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Roosevelt smirked, shaking his head with a malicious chuckle. "She's got quite the mouth, doesn't she?" He asked him with a raised eyebrow. "How do you put up with it?"

Roosevelt let a chuckle escape his lips. "She'll always come back, Jax.. But for now, I guess you can let her out. But you better be warned if I see her near my crew again— I won't be so nice." He spat.

Kinsley came out from behind the cells in cuffs, and she didn't even look up at Roosevelt— who had a smug 'fuck you' smirk. Jax, however, she looked at. And boy did she feel like shit.

… . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

closed starter for @legacyofsamcro —

After getting pulled over for drunk driving, Kinsley Lowman, currently sat waiting in the cells of Charming Police Department, after once again being arrested.

“I’m telling you, I’m not even fucking /drunk!/” She yelled at the officer watching her. “I only had one beer, maybe two. And you assholes decided to pick me up?!”

Rolling her eyes in frustration, she sighed and whispered. “Let me out of here!”

She looked up from behind the bars of her cell as Roosevelt came into the cellblock.

“Ah, yes, Kinsley Lowman. Infamous younger sister to Happy Lowman, who currently is affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club.” He sent a mischievous smirk her way, which ultimately made her gag.

“Listen, /prick/ I don’t know what dirt you’ve got on my brother but I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with the fucking club.”

Roosevelt laughed. “Right, but you’ve got quite the record here Kinsley. Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, some minor Drug charges …” He trailed off.

“Look, I know I’m a class A fuck up, but can you fucking not remind me about it?!” She yelled at him.

“Sorry, Kinsley, but you’re put here for a reason and you /deserve/ to be here.” He spat. Kinsley growled, as her temper began to rise and her blood began to boil.

“FINE! YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I DESERVE TO BE HERE. Now please, give me my phone call?!” She growled, her nostrils flaring.

Roosevelt looked towards his left at the officer who was standing guard, and made him open the cell door to allow her to get her phone call.

When the door opened, she was cuffed and led to the phone. Kinsley dialed Happy’s number, and when he answered, he explained that he was out on a run for the club, but he would call Jax and he would come get her.

“Thanks, see you then.” She said with a wicked smile and hung up.

Roosevelt took her back into the cellblock. “You bastards can’t keep me here forever..” Kinsley mumbled.

Roosevelt looked at her with a wicked grin. “You want to bet on that? I’ll find every single DAMN reason I can to keep you here. You won’t be going home.”

Kinsley bit her bottom lip, and shook her head with a dark laugh escaping her lips. “Watch me.”

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Roosevelt shook his head with a smirk. "Classified information, Jax." Kinsley could be heard arguing with the Officer back in the cells. . .

"Let me out, I swear to fucking god I'll kill you motherfuckers!"

She screamed, as she saw Jax standing in the other room talking to Roosevelt. "He gets a fucking hard on for me! That's the fuckin' issue."

She growled, her eyes narrowed.

… . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

closed starter for @legacyofsamcro —

After getting pulled over for drunk driving, Kinsley Lowman, currently sat waiting in the cells of Charming Police Department, after once again being arrested.

“I’m telling you, I’m not even fucking /drunk!/” She yelled at the officer watching her. “I only had one beer, maybe two. And you assholes decided to pick me up?!”

Rolling her eyes in frustration, she sighed and whispered. “Let me out of here!”

She looked up from behind the bars of her cell as Roosevelt came into the cellblock.

“Ah, yes, Kinsley Lowman. Infamous younger sister to Happy Lowman, who currently is affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club.” He sent a mischievous smirk her way, which ultimately made her gag.

“Listen, /prick/ I don’t know what dirt you’ve got on my brother but I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with the fucking club.”

Roosevelt laughed. “Right, but you’ve got quite the record here Kinsley. Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, some minor Drug charges …” He trailed off.

“Look, I know I’m a class A fuck up, but can you fucking not remind me about it?!” She yelled at him.

“Sorry, Kinsley, but you’re put here for a reason and you /deserve/ to be here.” He spat. Kinsley growled, as her temper began to rise and her blood began to boil.

“FINE! YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I DESERVE TO BE HERE. Now please, give me my phone call?!” She growled, her nostrils flaring.

Roosevelt looked towards his left at the officer who was standing guard, and made him open the cell door to allow her to get her phone call.

When the door opened, she was cuffed and led to the phone. Kinsley dialed Happy’s number, and when he answered, he explained that he was out on a run for the club, but he would call Jax and he would come get her.

“Thanks, see you then.” She said with a wicked smile and hung up.

Roosevelt took her back into the cellblock. “You bastards can’t keep me here forever..” Kinsley mumbled.

Roosevelt looked at her with a wicked grin. “You want to bet on that? I’ll find every single DAMN reason I can to keep you here. You won’t be going home.”

Kinsley bit her bottom lip, and shook her head with a dark laugh escaping her lips. “Watch me.”

[flammaosculum]

— careless and stubborn.

[flammaosculum]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 — a solo.

/ triggering topics.

❝You’re going to be alright, if you stop thinking it over.❞

Kinsley Marie Lowman was always known for being the troublemaker, all throughout her childhood. Having grown up in Tacoma with her brother Happy Lowman, it was no surprise that Kinsley learned a lot about how to teach someone a lesson.

As a teen, Kinsley often found herself in the office of her highschool principal. With her reputation, even if she didn’t commit the action— she’d always end up as the number one suspect. Even if 99.8% of the time she wasn’t innocent; she just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. She had gotten into so many fights during her highschool career, that her principal suggested to Kinsley’s mother that she be homeschooled. Permanently.

Her mother was shocked by this, as she had never expected her daughter to be the troubled one. When her mother couldn’t take care of her, she sent Kinsley to live with her brother Happy in the town of Charming, California.

So she did. Her attitude improved, but she was still dealing with the drug abuse.

And on the night of Kinsley’s twenty-fifth birthday, her troubles really got out of control. The night of her twenty-fifth birthday, Kinsley was out at the clubhouse with Jax Teller, her brother Happy Lowman, Opie Winston, and a few others from Samcro.

She had been drinking a /lot/ of things— some of which she had no idea what was inside of the drinks; others she knew exactly what she was drinking. . . The ones where she had no idea what was in the drink, were mostly made by Jax. He /wanted/ her to remember everything about her birthday. . Kinsley did as she was told, downing shot after shot— until she couldn’t feel her toes.

❝ I literally can’t drink anymore~ ❞ Kinsley hiccuped, as she leaned on her best friend who also happened to be the idiot getting her absolutely wasted: Jax Teller.

❝ What do you wanna do, doll? ❞ He asked her, snaking his arms playfully around her waist. Hours passed with Kinsley dancing on tops of the tables, stripping herself of her clothes, all of which Jax got on video— and he hasn’t let her live it down to this day. Hours after partying, Kinsley made her way home.

After the party had ended, Kinsley got a phone call from her abusive ex-boyfriend, Henry. Henry told Kinsley on the phone that she better wish everything she loved goodbye. . . And at 12:45a.m Kinsley was brutally attacked on her way home from the clubhouse. She was taken into an alleyway, where she then was beaten to a pulp, her ribs were broken and so was her nose and she was also raped. Her attackers left her there to die.

Kinsley knew who her attackers were, it was her ex, Henry and a few of his friends. To say that she was livid was quite the understatement. Kinsley immediately got into her apartment and she attempted to clean the blood off her lip but with broken ribs it was rather difficult. She was relaxing in her bed— only to have a knock at her front door about half an hour later.

Wincing as she got up to answer the front door, she was shocked to find Charming PD at her door. ❝ He’s pressing fucking charges?! ❞ Kinsley screamed at the officer in front of her. ❝ I’m the one with broken ribs, I’m the one with a broken nose, and I’m most certainly the one who got the snot beaten out of them on her twenty-fifth birthday! So, please.. Explain to me where I’m in the wrong here. ❞ She spat, venom laced in every word that left her lips.

The officer explained that she was right, and that she should go to the hospital so that she could end up pressing charges on Henry. ❝ I’ve got an ambulance en route to check you out, Kinsley. I’m sorry this happened on your birthday. ❞ The officer said calmly, as Kinsley turned her head towards him. ❝ Save your pity-party for someone that gives a fuck. ❞ She grumbled.

Hearing the ambulance in the distance, Kinsley winced as she stood up and headed for her front door. The officers helped her into the ambulance, where they sped off towards St. Thomas and she was placed into intensive care; the doctors wanted to make sure everything was alright down there before they checked out the severity of the rest of her injuries.

❝ It looks like everything is okay for the most part, aside from the six broken ribs, and the broken nose. ❞ The doctor laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Kinsley nodded her head, and sighed with a growl. ❝ Have you called my brother? He needs to know what happened. ❞ She mumbled, rolling her eyes as the doctor nodded his head. The doctor explained that her brother, and a few others would be on their way soon— which, when they saw the condition of how badly she was injured, it wouldn’t go over nicely. . . Which it didn’t. Happy, Jax and Opie wanted to kill him.

After she was discharged from the hospital, Kinsley’s “attempted murder” charge was dropped, but that didn’t mean it didn’t fuck with her head mentally. She kept having flashbacks to this night for months, and she often tended to black out when angry.

And because of this, Kinsley began abusing drugs, where by her twenty-seventy birthday she had been in and out of rehab for the past two-years.

She had also been in and out of Charming PD, and managed to pick up numerous charges added to her criminal record: Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, and some minor Drug Charges. Her life had gotten completely twisted upside down that night, it really messed with her head and she had been in and out of therapy sessions, all of which ended up failing.

Kinsley knew that she would be like this for the rest of her life, and she just had to keep finding coping mechanisms that would not only keep her out of jail, but also keep her alive.

Even though the drugs and drinking were her go-to, Kinsley knew she didn’t want to have to be dependent upon them in order to function normally. And she was growing dependent on them, so the last and final time she checked herself into a rehab center outside of her hometown, she’s been sober ever since.

But that night will have forever changed her.

#flammaosculum #solo:kinsley #okayyshilohh

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❝ Yeah. I’m alright, love. ❞ She smiled weakly.   ❝ Like I said, been through hell of a lot worse. ❞ Kinsley nodded her head and chewed her bottom lip.  ❝ Did I ever tell you what happened on the night of my twenty-fifth birthday? ❞ 

Kinsley bit her bottom lip, as she began to talk about what happened.  ❝ My psychotic of an ex-boyfriend took me into an alley way with a few of his friends.. They beat the fuck out of me, broke my nose, broke six of my ribs, and they raped me. Doctor said I was lucky to make it out alive. ❞ She blinked, pulling a cigarette from her pocket as she and Ginger exited the bar. 

Lighting it, she took a drag and pulled out the keys to her Porsche 911. ❝ Get in. I’m a great driver, I promise. ❞

@flammaosculum

Starter! [This is a flash back scene to when Ginger and Opie had split and the events that followed]

[Burn it down!]

It had been a couple weeks since Ginger had ripped her own heart right in two. The divorce was about to be final. Even though she had agreed to it, it wasn’t what she wanted. She was just to damn stubborn to admit it.

Anger had settled in the deepest parts of her soul. She was angry but it wasn’t at Opie, it was at her self. All the selfishness, all the stupidity, all the things she has done to run away because she was afraid of loosing him. When in the end that’s what caused her to lose him. Her drinking has gotten bad since the split & she had been spending almost every moment at her bar.

She recognized a blonde that had sat down at the bar. “Lowman? What beings you in” Her breathe already smelled of alcohol as she spoke to her old friend. Her eyes glazed from lack of sleep. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” Not that she’d remember if she had as fucked up as she has been recently.

[flammaosculum]

— all dressed up and no where to go.✨

#okayyshilohh #flammaosculum #banter:open

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Kinsley shook her head. ❝ Been through hell of a lot worse. I'm good, let's go. ❞ She mumbled, shaking her head with a small smile.

Kinsley grabbed her keys and her phone— before she waited for Ginger to lock the doors. When Kinsley felt like her friends, or even family was threatened it was as if she changed into an entirely different version of herself. She blacked out, in a sense and there have been times when she has "come-to" and she hasn't remembered anything she did when she was blacked out.

It was as if a switch flipped in her brain and she turned into a monster; which in a way, she had Happy to thank because he raised her when their mother couldn't.

@flammaosculum

Starter! [This is a flash back scene to when Ginger and Opie had split and the events that followed]

[Burn it down!]

It had been a couple weeks since Ginger had ripped her own heart right in two. The divorce was about to be final. Even though she had agreed to it, it wasn’t what she wanted. She was just to damn stubborn to admit it.

Anger had settled in the deepest parts of her soul. She was angry but it wasn’t at Opie, it was at her self. All the selfishness, all the stupidity, all the things she has done to run away because she was afraid of loosing him. When in the end that’s what caused her to lose him. Her drinking has gotten bad since the split & she had been spending almost every moment at her bar.

She recognized a blonde that had sat down at the bar. “Lowman? What beings you in” Her breathe already smelled of alcohol as she spoke to her old friend. Her eyes glazed from lack of sleep. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” Not that she’d remember if she had as fucked up as she has been recently.

[flammaosculum]

— Don't mind her, she's in her feelings.

#Spotify

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Kinsley laughed. ❝ Clearly you didn't knock loud enough. ❞ She smirked, knowing it was grossing him out. Rolling her eyes, she took a swig off her beer before placing it on the bar.

She heard her brother's laugh echoing off the walls of the clubhouse, and honestly— her anxiety spiked a bit. She knew she had to tell her brother, EVENTUALLY.

But now wasn't the proper time. . . ❝ After he finds out, you might be right on that one. ❞ She said, half joking. ❝ I mean. . . I know he's sick of bailing me out all of the time. . . ❞ She laughed, taking another gulp of the beer.

— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.

❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.

/ for @grimnmalice

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A small huff escaped Kinsley's lips. ❝ That was your fault, you should've knocked. . .❞ She said with a coy smirk, as she exhaled the smoke she had forgot she was withholding.

❝ All I know, is that Jax and I better run like hell when Hap does find out. . . I'm not sure who should be more scared, Ope. . ❞ Kinsley coughed, putting out the joint she was smoking to save it for later.

— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.

❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.

/ for @grimnmalice

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She shook her head with an innocent smile. ❝ The less my brother knows about my sex or personal life the better. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her emerald hues with a grin as she took a drag off the joint, taking the smoke in her lungs.

❝ I ain't tellin' him shit. Not yet. ❞

— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.

❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.

/ for @grimnmalice

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❝ Please, you couldn't handle my shit. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her eyes with a hum and nearly choked on the beer she had been drinking. ❝ I— Uh, well.. He had to check on Abel tonight; I told him I could watch him for him but he said no. ❞

— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.

❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.

/ for @grimnmalice

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— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.

❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.

/ for @grimnmalice

#okayyshilohh

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— bad girls do it better.✨🖤

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❝ He doesn't know what he's missing. . . ❞

Kinsley smirked, rolling her emerald hues with a laugh.🖤

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