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[japonismefashion]

Kimono John Galliano Fall 1998 Ivory silk velvet ground stenciled with large mauve full and bud peonies, lined in white sheared mink, each pelt fully dropped, and trimmed in rare Russian lynx belly at sleeve and collar.

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[marzipanandminutiae]

I am going to imagine a scene between two deeply fucked-up characters that is so improbably tender

[gameplayscenery]

ELDEN RING (2022) ↳ 8/?

[romecanons]

bunny's motorcycle bar

bunny's is a dive bar in chicago that caters to mortals and supernatural alike. it is run by the o'rourke matriarch, bunny o'rourke. drug kingpin, ex con, loving grandmother.

it is also the home of a motorcycle club called the steel vultures

it is on the same property as o'rourke autobodies, which is also owned by bunny. so the lot is always filled with cars and motorcycles in various states of work and repair

bunny's has all the essentials - an old scuffed up pool table, darts, peanut shells littering the bar and floor, a terrifying bathroom.

there is small food menu - burgers, wings, fries, etc

the kitchen staff are all o'rourkes or ex cons or both (usually both). your waitress is probably beverly (sardonic, no pleasantries, will insult your intelligence to your face, but you tip her well bc she is quick with those drinks) or brandi lynn (just the right amount of flirty and sassy to her tables, abundant cleavage, drowning in tips) when they need some extra cash. paz sometimes busses tables, she's a terrible waitress.

the music depends on whoever is behind the bar that night, but it ranges from the dead kennedys/black flag/descendants to steely dan/crosby stills & nash/steve miller band

bunny's is a common location for o'rourke family affairs and/or celebrations. its seen many a birthday party, wake, shotgun wedding, etc

there is a backroom used for poker games. deacon frequents these

it is chloe's favorite bar. she likes going on dates there, or having a nightcap with anya and carlie after a night out. it's not uncommon to see her and her brother, freddie, posted up at a table after they get out of work, sharing a plate of wings and a bowl of peanuts

[requiem-on-water]

"The Gloomy Trips" by Les Cyclopes, styled by Olivier Theyskens using his own designs (1997)

[romecanons]

a little chloe fic, under the cut! chloe's pinterest board santi's pinterest board

Chloe was having a terrible day. Sleeping through her alarm, showing up to work super late, getting chewed out by her supervisor. Bates was away on a business trip with his partner, Langly, for the whole week so there was no one to get her up and out the door on time. And no freshly brewed pot of coffee waiting for her in the kitchen in the morning.

The only thing getting her through the workday was the date she had later that evening. Some guy from the apps. Chloe didn't like him that much, he was a little boring - but he had a big dick and always paid for everything so she kept agreeing to a second, third, and now fourth date.

But he kindly waited until she was all dressed up and waiting for him outside of Bunny's motorcycle bar to text her to ask if they could reschedule. Something about a family emergency. Chloe actually stomped her foot out of frustration and had to resist the urge to throw her phone on the ground.

Could this day get any worse?

"What's got you all twisted?"

Apparently.

Chloe looked up. Santiago was a mere few feet away from her, smoking a cigarette. They weren't alone - a few other folks were milling about outside, smoking cigs and checking out each other's bikes. She hadn't noticed him. He looked annoyingly good in his leather jacket and jeans that hugged his big thighs just right. Chloe caught herself staring and huffed, looking away. She busied herself with her purse, putting away her phone and fishing around for her cigarette case.

"None of your business, Santi."

Santiago tilted his head, watching her open a little red tin from her purse and delicately pluck out a cig. She placed it between her painted lips and rummaged in her purse some more, searching for her lighter. Santiago knew exactly what it looked like - a black Bic bedazzled with dollar store jewels, and little beads that spelled out her name. She had shown it to him once, on one of the occasional weekend nights at Bunny's where both of them drink enough to forget their distaste for each other and share a smoke outside.

"Where is it," He hears Chloe mutter to herself, cursing under her breath.

He retrieves his lighter from his pocket. An old Zippo. He flips it open, the flame flickering. "C'mere," He says, beckoning her over. She looks at him suspiciously, lips still puckered around her unlit cigarette. But she relents, her heels clacking noisily on the pavement as she steps over to him and leans over the flame to light up.

They smoke together in silence. Chloe didn't step away after her cigarette was lit, staying in his personal space - but Santiago didn't mind. Once he had enough, he flicked away the cigarette butt.

"You need a ride home?"

Chloe looked up at him, surprised. Her pointed tail swayed slowly behind her. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Santiago smirked, "It's purely out of pity, babe. Don't worry."

"You jerk," Chloe spat at him, but turned on heel and started walking towards his motorcycle. Santiago chuckled to himself, following after her, feeling some type of satisfaction that she knew exactly which bike was his.

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Kelp Forest by divindk

[romecanons]

oc intro; Lalo

a grim reaper, zoned in Chicago, trained under Roger the Reaper

A mercenary and hitman of sorts in his human life, involved in crime and violence ever since he was young

Grew up in Southern California, but in his adult life he would travel all over the country on his Harley, following the next job, the next payout

Died in a shootout when he was 30-something - his reaper form still has the bullet wounds to prove it

Roger showed up to reap his soul, but Lalo didn’t want to go to the afterlife (he was scareddd but you won’t hear him telling anyone that) so Roger offered him a reaper apprenticeship

As a reaper, Lalo answers to Roger, who answers to the Reaper Council

He's a violent, dangerous person. Violence is his first resort, not last

Lalo is loud and brash and rude. Does what he wants, when he wants, and has trouble with authority. He can butt heads with Roger sometimes as a result, but there is a great deal of respect there as well

He calls Roger “old man”

Lalo exclusively reaps souls of people who have died particularly violent deaths, so he can be found hanging around only the seediest of places. When he’s not reaping souls and driving around on his loud as fuck motorcycle, he’s getting loaded at some dive or biker bar and getting into a fistfight with someone who looked at him wrong

Has some daddy issues - he grew up without a father, and used to imagine his grown-up life with a wife and a family who he loves in a little home of their own. The more he got involved in bad shit, the more he realized that life was out of the cards, so that dream died a looong time ago

Reaps souls with a big af hunting knife. He also uses it to stab people who piss him off

Wardrobe includes: all black pretty much all the time. Big rugged leather jacket, big biker boots, big shades on. Wears a big skull ring that was given to him by Roger when he was granted the rank of Reaper.

The crows that like to follow Roger around don’t like Lalo. They peck and bite at him and he hates them.

Lalo is in a supernatural biker gang with Leo’s vamp OC Santi. That’s his bestieee!

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Hates kids but is good with kids

Is never afraid to cause a scene. Candy bar stuck in the vending machine? You better believe he is shaking punching and kicking that thing until he gets his Twix

Speaking of, he's got a big ol sweet tooth. He loves pastries and candy bars and cake and ice cream etc etc. You will find this man pondering the Ben and Jerry's at 2am at the 7-11 on a weekly basis

Spends a lot of his free time at Bunny's, the biker bar owned by the O'Rourke matriarch, Bunny O'Rourke. It is attached to O'Rourke's Autobodies, which Bunny also owns

It is the home of the Steel Vultures, a decades-old biker gang that Lalo has been riding with since the 90s, when he and Roger first came to Chicago

Lalo shares a house with some of the guys in the gang. It is a total bachelor pad, but about once a month Lalo dons a flowery apron and makes everyone clean bc Roger taught him that he should respect himself and his space

Roger is a pseudo father figure to Lalo for sure but neither would ever admit it willingly

[vintageeveryday]

Ballerinas of the Paris Opera Company’s Corps de Ballet, 1958. Photographed by Baron.

[romecanons]

wip weds

a snippet from a longer fic in my drafts. beverly interviews the supernatural for a book she's writing. kitty is one such subject. under the cut!

“I was spotted, once.” 

Beverly patiently sips her tea, waiting for elaboration. Kitty is stirring a spoonful of honey into her own teacup, looking out the window thoughtfully.

It was her sloppiest meal to date, she goes on to admit. An outdoor kill, away from the safety of her home. Her anger swept her away a bit - “But that's what happens when you cross paths with your husband on a late-night rendezvous with his mistress.” 

“Cross paths.” Beverly would use air quotes if she weren’t clutching her teacup like a lifeline. 

Kitty’s jaw twitches minutely. Bev stiffens up, fearful of upsetting her host. But, a tight smile pulls at the corners of Kitty’s mouth. She taps the tip of her nose twice with a gloved finger. 

“Everyone loves to talk about the beauty and strength and the thirst…the sense of smell, now. That’s seldom brought up, isn’t it? I could smell her on his clothes every single night he came home late from work. And I found them like a bloodhound finds its hunt.”

"And someone saw?"

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Bloody bride look @ Robert Wun spring 2024 couture

[romecanons]

writing ila, figuring her out, etc etc. she has issues! under the cut

Candlelight flickered over Ila’s flushed face as she hunched over the splintering wooden desk in her room, writing her latest letter to her knight. When she first started sending letters home, she decided it was best to spare Sir Cassius no detail. He had requested her correspondence, after all. 

The words usually flowed from her like water - she often used up at least two bottles of ink before she was done. This letter was even longer, considering just how much had happened since meeting her newest travel companions. 

But, her quill slowed down as she recounted the group’s museum adventure. She couldn’t find it in her to share just what exactly she did with the cute museum guard to find the basement stairs, which would have been another means of escape for her and her companions. 

It was harmless, sure. Even a little fun. Ok, a lot of fun. But writing it down would be embarrassing, probably even more so than voicing it aloud. 

Not that Sir Cassius was a prude, by any means. The kingdom’s brothel could assure you of that. But still, Ila’s face burned at the idea of Cassius knowing what she was getting herself into while she was off on her own.

She still felt lingering regret for leaving his side at all. Her actions somehow felt like a betrayal. 

Guilty feelings consumed her as she skipped to the end of the heist in her letter - much more important things transpired, after all. Like Zarrus dying. Again. 

The guilt didn’t wane until Ila cut away a lock of her hair, magically binding it into a neatly tied curl and sealing it in the envelope with her letter. She had read about the significance of a lock of hair during one of her adventures with Sir Cassius - in a book about witch priestesses making sacrifices to their gods. A sign of devotion. It seemed appropriate. 

Ila delivered the letter to the post office, feeling lighter on her feet knowing that Sir Cassius would be updated on her whereabouts soon.

[awemiu]

one for me and one for you! ❤︎

[calellon]

yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now

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