rome

all roads lead to rome.

[bugiarda]

#        BUGIARDA        ,            the  venus  club’s    &    everyone’s  beloved  italian  stripper    ciara  isadora  rossa  saviano    also  known  as  ROME.    a  very  low  effort  and  sporadic  activity  writing  blog  for  a  fandomless  original  character  with  possible  nsfw  and  triggering  content.    general  rp  rules  apply. affiliates , kennedy .

[sophie-baek]

LAYLA BAKER ALL AMERICAN | 6.14 "I Do (Part I)"

[bugiarda]

i really made her unironically wear crocs

[bugiarda]

@manusinmanos & dex , don't pretend you didn't see me sitting there.

coming  home  from  the  venus  club  in  later  night  hours    —    so  late  that  it  might  actually  be  considered  early  for  some,  the  italian’s  head  still  spins  and  throbs  from  the  sinful  endeavours.    even  her  muscles  are  incredibly  sore,  her  feet  feeling  all  soft  and  hot  from  high  heels  despite  changing  into  comfortable  grey  crocs  hours  ago.    the  apartment  complex  was  still  dead  asleep,  quiet  except  for  the  familiar  buzzing  of  lightbulbs  and    …    breathing  from  behind  the  staircase?    no,  she  must  be  imagining  that.    it  wouldn't  be  surprising  if  the  booze  she  gulped  down  for  courage  still  messed  with  her  senses.    ciara  doesn't  even  bother  to  look,  instead  focusing  on  the  heavy  keys  and  the  lock,  tediously  trying  to  hit  the  right  spot  to  unlock  the  door  and  get  to  bed  in  the  next  ten  seconds,  if  possible.

but  then  the  voice  comes,  raspy  and  tired  from  somewhere  on  her  right.    it  scares  her    —    makes  her  jump,  drop  the  keys  and  hit  her  head  against  the  doorframe  as  she  bends  to  pick  them  up  with  a  quiet,  but  loudly  irritated  grunt.    too  tired  for  danger,  she’s  ready  to  die  if  it  means  getting  enough  rest  until  the  next  shift.        ‘  excuse  me,  what?  ‘        she  questions,  an  italian  accent  lacing  her  slurry  tone.        ‘  oh    …    oh  !    you  are  the  neighbour,  sí?    sorry,  i  didn’t  really  see  you  there.  ‘

rubbing  her  forehead  with  her  palm,  she  squints  in  his  direction.    even  from  this  distance,  the  prominent  sunken  eyes  with  dark  circles  underneath  and    —    blood?    is  it  blood?    unsure  about  that,  she  can  tell  his  night  must  have  been  rough.    worse  than  hers,  if  violence  had  to  be  used.        ‘  you  look  horrible.    did  you  lose  your  keys?    you  can  come  wait  at  mine  if  you  don't  get  handsy.    i’ve  had  enough  of  that  last  night.  ‘

[meltinthemiddle]

To look after and be looked after

[yourgodtobe]

hey come over tonight we can teach the neighbors your name

[sophie-baek]

LAYLA BAKER ALL AMERICAN | 7.03 "Ante Up"

[iinspos]

marked men: rule + shaw, 2025.

[4shcroft]

THERE EXISTS THE STRANGE INTERIM where grace's day shift has just come to an end & ciara's night shift has not yet begone—— a time where grace should go straight to bed & ciara should not have left hers yet. thus a notion of sleep deprivation always hovers over their meetings: but community does not exist without compromise & so grace's protests are usually mild when she is being dragged to a cafe or a bar or, at one memorable instance, grocery shopping because you cannot keep living on cup ramen, what is wrong with you? "no hotties & also no uniform," she responds as they cross the street, heading towards one of the few cafes that have already set up tables outside despite the sun just barely peeking out after its hibernation. "it's a desk job. no one is wearing uniforms at their desk jobs. in fact, i have seen two men wearing flip flops, so all hope might be lost." there's a brief pause, then grace snickers. "honestly, the overlap between my colleagues & your customers might be more significant than we know."

[bugiarda]

‘  you’re  kidding.  ‘        the  grumble  of  disgust  comes  out  without  force,  the  thought  of  working  with  men  so  hideously  dressed  nearly  makes  her  gag.    her  nose  scrunches  and  lips  curl  momentarily,  at  the  time  still  dragging  grace’s  tired  legs  over  the  street,  ignoring  all  the  outside  vendors  selling  deliciously  smelling  food.    later,  she  promises  herself,  she  will  get  a  nice  big  hot  dog.        ‘  grown  men  shouldn't  be  wearing  flip  flops  in  their  big  boy  jobs,  dio  mio.    scratch  that,  actually    —    grown  men  shouldn't  be  wearing  flip  flops  anywhere  that’s  not  the  beach.  ‘

at  last,  their  haste  brings  them  to  the  wide  open  café    —    their  favourite,  or  at  least  the  one  that’s  in  the  middle  of  their  apartment  complexes,  allowing  the  girls  to  meet  up  halfway  at  any  time  necessary.    it’s  no  surprise  when  the  young  waiter  greets  them  by  name,  knowingly  pointing  at  the  menu  behind  him  to  confirm  their  usual  orders.    ciara  always  goes  for  the  chocolate  cake  and  flat  white,  explaining  that  she  needs  the  sugar  to  keep  her  awake  throughout  the  night.    neatly  placing  her  light  jacket  over  back  of  chair,  she  sits  down  with  a  slump  of  her  shoulders.        ‘  i  can't  believe  you’re  working  for  the  fbi  and  there  are  no  hotties.    there  must  be  at  least  one,  right?    but  ha,  yeah !    i  bet  all  my  ten  fingers  that  i  met  at  least  one  or  two  before.  ‘

‘  maybe  i  should  bring  you  lunch  someday  this  week, aaaand  have  a  peek  at  all  your  colleagues.  ‘        twirling  a  strand  of  dark  hair  behind  her  finger,  ciara  offers  a  playful  look  with  a  wiggle  of  her  eyebrows.        ‘  besides,  i  bet  you’re  surviving  on  those  nasty  sandwiches  with  one  piece  of  cheese  and  a  week  old  lettuce  if  you’re  lucky.    what  days  are  you  in? i haven't checked the google calendar yet.  ‘

[bugiarda]

@hoodred ♡'d for a short starter.

‘  the  boss  might  personally  come  talk  to  you  if  you  keep  sitting  in  the  best  spot  looking  all  miserable,  tesoro.  ‘        leaning  over  the  tall  table,  ciara’s  finger  traces  the club  regular’s  forearm.    she  was  expecting  him  to  come  tonight  again    —    might  even have  to  admit  to  looking  out  for  the  familiar  tall  figure  opening  the  doubledoor  like  he  belongs  here    ;    like  he  has  an  important  business  that  no  one else  knows  about.        ‘  if  he  gives  you  discount,  honey,  can  you  pick  florence  to  give  you  a  dance?    her  baby  daddy  recently  broke  up  with  her,  and  she  didn't  get  many  tips  the  past  two  days,  she’ll  need  the confidence  boost.  ‘        teasing,  of  course,  but  she  does  care  for  her  friend  to  offer  her  up  to  the  best  paying  customers.        ‘  or  me,  i  know  i'm  your  favourite.  ‘

[bugiarda]

you can't take her anywhere, she IS going to be extroverted and loud

[bugiarda]

@4shcroft ♡'d for a short starter.

tugging  at  her  arm  quite  vehemently,  ciara  uses  most  of  her  strength  to  drag  her  friend  in  the  direction  of  another  local  corner  café    —    with  grace  working  hard  at  the  desk  of  her  new  stressful  job  and  her  night  shift  coming  up  in  only  a  couple  hours,  they  both  desperately  needed  a  bit  of  the  sugar  high  mixed  with  caffeine.        ‘  come  onnnn,  you  haven't  talked  to  me  in  ages.    i  really  need  to  know  what’s  new  and  if  there  are  any  hotties  in  uniforms.  ‘        whiny  and  kicked  like  a  puppy    ;    that’s  exactly  the  tone  she’s  going  for  to  guilt-trip  her  just  a  little  bit.        ‘  my  treat,  no  worries.    you  can  cover  the  next  one.  ‘

[bugiarda]

also, heart this post for a short starter !

[bugiarda]

she would rather have a cat café that’s also a flower shop and bookstore and thriftstore but instead she takes her clothes off for money, which is also cool

[inked-black-books]

Panic- Lauren Oliver

[kenneidy]

𑣲⋆  @bugiarda,  ⃯      you're really cute for an evil cop. 🤭

" who said i'm evil? " blonde brows find themselves softly furrowed at the accusation. he was just a rookie police officer, and there was nothing sinister about that, right? doing chores around the RPD, fetching coffee for superiors, doodling on the edges of notebook paper when paperwork got boring. leon's pouting then, head tilting just slightly to the side before straightening back up a few milliseconds later, and with an unwilling voice crack, he's speaking again. " did i do something to offend you? "

[bugiarda]

‘  no,  no.    i  haven't  heard  anyone  say  that about  you,  officer    —    uh,  ‘        leaning  in  just  to  read  the  name  of  his  shiny  badge,  ciara  pauses  mid-sentence.    polished  to  shine  and  looking  new    —    he  can't  be  all  that  corrupt  yet,  she  assumes.        ‘  officer  kennedy.    though,  i  guess  your  first  name  isn't  actually  officer  or  agent,  right?    wanna  tell  me?    i’ll  keep  it  a  secret  between  us.  ‘        playing  with  fire,  isn't  she    ;    the  couple  of  shots  she  had  back  at  the rival  club  must  be  messing  with  her  senses  again,  especially  when  the  sudden  haze  blurs  her  vision,  and  she  has  to  place  her  palm  against  the  street  lamp  for  support.

an  involuntary  cackle  escapes  her  throat,  and  she  muffles  it  behind  her  jewellery-adorned  hand.        ‘  sì,  carino.    i'm  sooo  offended.    did  you  know  that  being  this  freakishly  cute  is  considered  a  crime  in  most  states  of  america?    we  should  have  your  colleagues  arrest  you  and  put  you  behind  bars  for  the  most  doe-looking  little  face.  ‘        or  a  baby  lamb  that  was  released  into  the  wild,  so  innocent  and  unaware  of  dangers  of  the  outside.    she  eyes  him  up  and  down,  then  again  for  good  measure.        ‘  can  you  give  a  girl  ride  home?    i’ve  been  in  these  heels  for  hours,  i  think  they’re  eating  me  alive.  ‘

[bugiarda]

ciara isadora rossa saviano. born in italy. raised in little italy, new york. orphaned at 16. parents killed by the local mafia after her father's failed to pay back his evergrowing debts. that led to her having to pay them back by working in the venus club as everyone's favourite stripper. occasionally gathers information for good guys and bad guys alike. occasionally walks dogs for her neighbours. hasn't upgraded her phone since iphone 6. loves a good chocolate cake. yaps a lot about nonsense. loves to party and meeting new people. be her friend, she's chill and will bring you homemade tiramisu whenever she visits. <3