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nitratediva

Stylish parisiennes in The Love Parade (1929).

nitratediva

Kay Francis in A Notorious Affair (1930).

thatmessybitch

gypsyastronaut

#fc

ralphiethebutcher

The Gang’s All Here...

thejewkid

Pete looked to the floor and smiled a little now that his Dad wasn’t upset with him. It would kill him if he royally fucked up. Pete was that dramatic at times even if he rarely showed his emotions. He followed his Dad in and took a spot on the other side of Toby, giving a polite nod to their guests before dumping syrup on his food. This was pretty bad, well for the kid, and Pete had a feeling that these two needed to hear a thing or two that could convince them not to take Toby out back and put a bullet in him. The poor fool was trying to shake Moriarty’s or somebody’s hand. What the fuck was he thinking? This wasn’t church or school, or some business office. Pete smiled as he leaned forward and slipped the syrup bottle in Toby’s offered hand. “Here for your pancakes… so, you should have seen this kid with a knife… pretty good and stealthy…” He looked Jim right in the eyes and added. “And poisons… this fucker knows all about all of them, ain’t that right, you?” Pete joked like his Dad would in a tense situation, grabbing Toby’s shoulder. “Don’t he look like some little shit you could just kill and toss in a ditch like a dead whore nobody would miss… people ain’t gonna expect him to do nothing other than look dumber than one of the twats my old man brings home… they ain’t ever bright, or they’d know better… anyway, he’s a nifty fucker and, well… he surprised me… knocked out one of the biggest bastards I ever did see.”

@justaconsultingcriminal

justaconsultingcriminal

Jim kept his eyes, laser points, frighteningly focused upon Toby, until his son-in-law to be stepped in. James settled back, always a sucker for entertaining stories, as Pete explained how he had acquired the pipsqueak.

Jim’s right hand traveled mindlessly to Sebastian’s arm, resting there like a butterfly on a flower, before squeezing, right after Pete casually mentioned tossing the kid in a ditch. His eyes sparked life for a moment, and he took the effort to cast this warmth in Sebastian’s direction.

“I need the reassurance,” was the only quiet offer of explanation he gave his husband, removing his hand quickly, emotions leaving his countenance quickly as he casually reached for the orange juice, lifting the glass towards Viv. If there was any tremble in the smaller man’s hand, Sebastian would have been the only to notice.

“I could use a little kick with this,” he smiled, seemingly at complete ease. Jim had a feeling the next few days would need a big kick, in many ways. Sebastian may not be happy with the executive decision Moriarty had made, but fucking hell. The assassin had been unconscious, on Death’s door. Again. Jim had to put his foot down, ready for whatever repercussions that Moran felt necessary.

@sebbyandjimmykilltogether

sebbyandjimmykilltogether

The one thing Sebastian hated more than anything was having a tag along crony. Jim and the twins didn’t count and Sebastian could work with them easily, but he knew that this was because he had been badly injured, to the point he wouldn’t be his usual self for a long while. It was more than just a kick to his pride. He and Jim usually made these decisions together. They weren’t made for him. Jim rarely went behind his back. Sebastian kept a calm,seemingly pleasant expression. He wasn’t mad or really insulted. There was some worse feeling lurking beneath the surface. He hadn’t failed but now in his state he might easily become a failure. He may never recover fully and be useless. A burden. It wasn’t this kid’s fault but the fact that he was here to make sure Sebastian didn’t fuck up put this kid in the assassin’s sight. Sebastian tunred his attention to his husband, smiling at his words. He gave Jim’s leg a gentle kick under the table. “That’s the only kick you’ll get.”

Moran stood suddenly and he looked to Viv, nodding to a set of doors that led out to the porch from a sitting room. “Join me for a smoke?” Then politely he excused himself and made his way away from his husband.

@vivianmarcello

vivianmarcello

Unaware of any trouble she certainly couldn’t have caused, Vivian grabbed up the pitcher, and a bottle of happy juice for Jim. However, before she could complete that, Sebastian was calling to her, outdoors, for a smoke.

“’Course!” she chirped happily, setting both items on the table edge closest her, and grabbed up her own pack, with long holder, from off the counter. She bounced along happily, remembering not to light up in the house.

Once outside, the more curious, mischievous nature of Viv got the best of her. “So, what’s up, blue-eyes?” she asked with a happy puff of smoke.

@ralphiethebutcher

ginnyeweasley

Hey, Mr. Scamander- look, cocoa!

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@madamleeds

itskarenwalker

vivianmarcello

@watsonof221b -This is so Viv explaining anything

Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

Tagging anyone who wants to do this :)

#OC muse #get to know the muse #RP shit

madamleeds

Girl’s Night In

What was the fun in going out when you had a place like Maggie? Booze, drugs, men and women around every corner, music, extravagance and this particular evening an unusual guest that she always adored and welcomed, Viv Marcello. First they played a game of darts, then drank a bunch and played another one with less accuracy this time. Maggie broke out a few joints and as a handful of her employees moved along to another one of the rooms, Maggie lit up the last one, taking a hit before leaning forward to offer it to the lovely woman who had sprawled out over a neighboring lounge.

“Here. Try some of this… it’s strong.” Maggie admired this woman, and a part of her found Viv rather appealing in many ways. She had always kept things on a friendly level however, even at times like this when she felt as curious as the schoolgirl she never had the chance to be.

@vivianmarcello

vivianmarcello

Viv was already a little sloshed, but that didn’t stop her from holding on to her martini for dear life, even as she herself slowly slipped from the lovely blonde’s lounge. She tried to search her cobweb-filled brain for a name to the face, as she was offered a hit of reefer.

“Hey, thanks,” was the naturally cheerful reply, taking the marijuana cigarette between her fingers and inhaling. Her head fell back, and she gave a soft cough and a giggle.

“You ain’t lying,” Viv grinned, handing the joint back. Her eyes traveled to the woman’s legs, and it clicked.

“Thanks, Maggie. Can I call ya Mags? Would that be alright with you?”

@madamleeds

#girl's night in #Maggie & Vivian #closed rp

ithankyouarthur

The poet and the actress: Dante Alighieri and Louise Brooks share a moment…

ralphiethebutcher

@vivianmarcello

rainbowcolouredshoes

One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her.

andthebluestblue

The trick is to get a really big hat and then scream

autarque

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@ralphiethebutcher

ralphiethebutcher

The Gang’s All Here...

ralphiethebutcher

Once everything was all finished, Ralphie took his seat at the table, content with his guests and the food. His table was a large round one so there was no ends and everyone was seated where they could talk easily to one another. All the extra food was nestled in the middle to grab. Viv had her various shapes of pancakes, there was bacon to boot for those who wanted it, and extra pancakes for Pete and whoever he found to work for Jim.

Ralphie wasn’t sure if Sebastian had any clue that his husband had hired extra help, but that was between them. He was deciding to stay out of it. That was until he saw the kid, mind you kid, that followed Pete into the dining room. Ralphie couldn’t hide the ‘what the fuck is this?’ look that overcame his face. “Pete? Can I have a word?”

He wiped his mouth and stood, looking quickly to Toby and saying in a friendly manner. “You sit and eat something.” With that he turned to the kitchen. His smiled went as he did and was trying to figure out why his son would do this. Where the fuck did he find this kid? High school? In the kitchen he rested back against the counter, angry but keeping calm as he strummed his fingers on the counter behind him.

Pete got the look he usually got when he was messing up, the one that also warned not to push it. His voice remained calm so not to disturb his guests. “So, tell me why you think some baby faced, green behind the ears, little runt is gonna be equipped to handle working with Sebastian? He better be magical or know some special shit… like fucking ninja shit, Pete.”

@tobiasthepuppy

the-hensley-brothers

Toby entered behind Mr. Solomon, Pete, adjusting his jacket cuff. He let his eyes gaze over the table, and Holy Shit. There was Moriarty, and fucking-mother-fucking Sebastian Moran, having breakfast. Toby swallowed hard, trying to take it all in. He hadn’t even considered that the pair ate, let alone had breakfast together.

When the little guy got up and called Mr. Solomon away, Toby got nervous. He didn’t want to sit, didn’t think he should eat with the two masterminds of evil, and the cute chick with the dark hair who was smiling and going on about her weirdly shaped pancakes. But he knew better than to argue, so he mumbled a “Sure, thanks,” and sat.

He nodded to the plate of extra food, uncomfortably aware of the eyes on him.

“So, what’re we having? Pancakes, huh? That looks good.”

@thejewkid

thejewkid

Here it was. What the fuck had he done wrong? Sure the guy was short and baby faced, and as Pete recalled so was his Dad and Mr. Moriarty. They were dangerous. They had no room to talk. Pete of course knew better than to say that. Instead he shoved his hands in his pockets and locked his jaw as he always had when being reprimanded. When he finally spoke he didn’t raise his voice. Not to his Dad he wouldn’t. “The guy is great with a knife and knows plenty of shit about poisons. He’s handy with a gun too.”

@justaconsultingcriminal

justaconsultingcriminal

Jim lifted his head as Pete entered, his eyes only betraying momentary surprise at the appearance of the boy he had brought with him. He let out a soft, sharp breath through his nose, teeth clenching in a predatory smile as Viv invited him to eat. His eyes flicked from the youngster to Ralphie, who led his son out. Good, Jim thought. Maybe he could get this shit straightened out.

Jim glanced back to the kid, who was talking now. Jim grinned, a toothy smile, and slowly pointed his fork at the guest.

“I’m sorry, but I think it’s quite rude for someone to sit down to breakfast without a proper introduction.” He twirled the fork, and stabbed it into a piece of pancake, motioning with it.

“That’s Vivian, this is Sebastian, and I’m Jim.” He glanced around the table as he made introductions, his eyes lingering on his husband momentarily. Poor bastard, Jim thought. This was not how things were supposed to play out. However pissed Sebastian would be to find out that Jim had hired him help, it would be much worse, Jim thought, if that help was this wet-behind-the-ears preschooler.

Turning back, Jim put the smile away, his eyes turning black and dead. His voice lost all emotion as he tilted his head slightly.

“Who might you be, little lamb?”

@sebbyandjimmykilltogether

sebbyandjimmykilltogether

Sebastian hadn’t paid much mind towards Toby as he continued eating his pancakes, watching as Pete followed Ralphie into the kitchen. He only looked back up when Jim started in on the kid. Something was up. First of all James never even noticed unimportant people when he was having breakfast, it was the time when his little maniac was the most distracted. But not only had he been hassling this kid he was curious of his identity. He looked at his nutcase. “What’s going on?”

@vivianmarcello

vivianmarcello

Viv smiled and poured the boy a glass of milk, giving his cheek a sharp pinch before returning to her seat. She picked up her fork and began again on her breakfast, waving as Jim introduced her. Ralphie was in the other room with Pete, and Viv hoped he was taking it easy on the boy.

Sebastian asked a question, and Viv swallowed her bite of pancakes before clearing her throat.

“This young man has been hired by Jim to look after you. Isn’t that sweet?”

Oblivious to what she may have just done, Viv gave smiles all around,humming and beginning to clear plates, her own pancakes already eaten. She called in to her brother.

“Ralph? Ya want I should put your hotcakes up? They’re getting cold.”

@ralphiethebutcher