gamblinggangster

[gamblinggangster]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! <3

#♠ || more like a father (uncle ben) #♠ || more like a mother (aunt aethena) #v: what was deserved (best endings) #♠ || hand crafted (mun made)

[gamblinggangster]

*heart eyes*

#♠ || more like a mother (aunt aethena)

[gamblinggangster]

tempusxrosa​:

Rose’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Do you really? Have you ever been? To London, I mean. It’s beautiful. Definitely visit, if you haven’t already.” She paused, then added, “Sometime before 1940? If you can swing it.”

She waved off his concern with a gentle smile. “Oh I’m right as rain. We were there visiting a friend, and managed to pick up a-…” The word parasite immediately jumped to mind, but Rose managed to suppress it before she spoke the thought aloud. “… walking pneumonia, the nurses called it. But I’m right as rain now! Like I said. It was years ago…”

She smiled mischievously at Oliver. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bolton… I’d say Trouble’s my specialty, but really, risk and all that just seem to find me wherever I am. A girl’s got to be adaptable, doesn’t she?” Her eyes moved over the crowd again, her expression a little more determined than before. “That’s what I’m doing now. Adapting. Didn’t exactly expect to end up in Chicago… but I found a flat-… oh, shit no, what’s-… apartment. Make new friends wherever I can. I’m making it through alright…” She glanced back at him. “What about you?” she put on her best Good Fellas impression, “How’s a fella like you end up in a joint like this?”

Oliver chuckled in surprise. “Why? Is London gonna disappear before then?” he commented. “Didn’t realise there was a deadline!” His smile turned impish, his hands slipping into the pockets of his trousers. “No, I ain’t ever been before. I’ve always wanted to travel, but...guess it just hasn’t been in the cards for me. Not yet, anyhow.” 

He winced. “Hope it wasn’t the Spanish Flu...I knew ‘couple folks who had that real bad,” he mentioned. “But, in any case, I’m glad you made a full recovery. Longest I ever spent in hospital was a few days. Broke my arm fallin’ out a tree when I was eleven.” His Uncle Benjamin had been beside himself, helping him fix up the ladder to his treehouse almost as soon as he was better.

At the mention of trouble, his green eyes glimmered. “Is that so?” he drew out curiously. “Well, I’d say you’ll fit in just fine ‘round these parts, Miss Tyler.” He chuckled under his breath as she struggled to find the right words. James often had the same problem when communicating with them, growing irritable when the rest of the gang continued to feign ignorance even after they all knew the answer. 

“Right place at the right time,” he responded, almost as quickly as if it had been rehearsed, although it wasn’t exactly a lie. “Made some friends who have close ties to the owner an’ here I am.”

#tempusxrosa #v: big dreams; gangster (1920's)

[gamblinggangster]

tempusxrosa​:

gamblinggangster​:

Leaning against the pillar behind him, Oliver observed her with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He hadn’t seen her at the Club before, which gave him the opportunity to remain completely anonymous. It was a favoured trick of his; to pretend he had no connections to this place in order to let information slip on loose tongues and to help him better understand his patrons. Unlike his ruthless rival who enjoyed every inch of the spotlight, Oliver knew when to fade into the background.

He laughed. “Well, I agree with you on that,” he confessed, tilting his head. “Sure does. Anythin’s possible in this place.” His green eyes shifted over the crowds before returning back to her. “Sounds like you’re pretty far from home, miss. England, right?”

Rose laughed. “Yeah, ‘s’right.” Her expression sobered, her smile growing sad and a flicker of pain passing momentarily across her face. “London, originally. And you’re right. I am… very far from home.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. “Always wanted to see America. Well. See it again, I suppose… I’ve been to New-… New York, once. But that was a long time ago. Traveling with a  friend. Spent most of that trip in the hospital… Strange to be back. Everything’s different.”

She reached out, offering the man her hand. “I’m Rose, by the way. Rose Tyler. D’you come here often? I haven’t been to a speakeasy in YEARS. My mate Shireen and I used to go all the time… feels like a lifetime ago now…”

“Thought I recognised that accent,” he said through a grin, aiming a fleeting glance towards his booth. “Friend of mine comes from there. Often feels like he’s the only fella on the island.” 

The look of pain that crossed her face didn’t go unnoticed, his brows furrowing in mild concern. “Hospital? Nothin’ serious, I hope? I’ve heard New York is a pretty impressive city, though. Never been outside Chicago, myself...always wanted to travel, though.” Perhaps he would someday, once his business here was over.

With a light chuckle, he peeled himself off the wall and shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet ya, Rose Tyler,” he greeted warmly. “The name’s Oliver. Oliver Bolton.” He stepped back slightly, nodding. “I’m here more or less every night. Risky business gettin’ involved in these places, but somethin’ tells me you’re one of them bright young things who don’t care what kinda trouble she gets herself in.”

#tempusxrosa #v: what was deserved (best endings)

[gamblinggangster]

Leaning against the pillar behind him, Oliver observed her with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He hadn't seen her at the Club before, which gave him the opportunity to remain completely anonymous. It was a favoured trick of his; to pretend he had no connections to this place in order to let information slip on loose tongues and to help him better understand his patrons. Unlike his ruthless rival who enjoyed every inch of the spotlight, Oliver knew when to fade into the background.

He laughed. "Well, I agree with you on that," he confessed, tilting his head. "Sure does. Anythin's possible in this place." His green eyes shifted over the crowds before returning back to her. "Sounds like you're pretty far from home, miss. England, right?"

@tempusxrosa​ span the wheel and got Oliver!

Another wild party at the Snake Eyes Club was in full swing. The casual attendee would find themselves rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous as well as dreamers and hopefuls. If you wanted to have a fun evening and forget all the trials and tribulations of everyday life, this was the place to be.

Footsteps clicked across the wooden dancefloor as couples twirled and stomped to the jazz music played from a band on centre stage. Raucous laughter filled the air along with spirals of cigarette smoke as groups made deep conversation around rounded, white cloth tables. 

Skirting around the outside of the room, Oliver observed the mayhem in all its glory from his usual arms-length distance. When he wasn’t sitting in his booth joking or discussing business with his friends, this was where he could usually be found. Spying someone else who appeared to prefer the role of the casual observer, he stood beside her.

“Crazy out there, ain’t it?” he commented with a smile. “I’d tell ya that it wasn’t always like this, but I’m afraid I’d be lying.”

#[You can hear the groans from the other gangsters a mile away XD #OLIVER YOU'RE SO PREDICTABLE] #v: big dreams; gangster (1920's) #tempusxrosa

[gamblinggangster]

@tempusxrosa​ span the wheel and got Oliver!

Another wild party at the Snake Eyes Club was in full swing. The casual attendee would find themselves rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous as well as dreamers and hopefuls. If you wanted to have a fun evening and forget all the trials and tribulations of everyday life, this was the place to be.

Footsteps clicked across the wooden dancefloor as couples twirled and stomped to the jazz music played from a band on centre stage. Raucous laughter filled the air along with spirals of cigarette smoke as groups made deep conversation around rounded, white cloth tables. 

Skirting around the outside of the room, Oliver observed the mayhem in all its glory from his usual arms-length distance. When he wasn’t sitting in his booth joking or discussing business with his friends, this was where he could usually be found. Spying someone else who appeared to prefer the role of the casual observer, he stood beside her.

“Crazy out there, ain’t it?” he commented with a smile. “I’d tell ya that it wasn’t always like this, but I’m afraid I’d be lying.”

#[Hey! I hope this is okay! :3] #v: big dreams; gangster (1920's) #tempusxrosa

[gamblinggangster]

❝  are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me?  ❞

[ from @rcnaway ! ]

Question Prompts || accepting! || @wrensfeatheredpen

Oliver paused, studying the other man carefully. He took a glance around the outer edges of the King Family Mansion to ensure that no servants were loitering where they shouldn't, then looked back at him.

"Depends. Can I trust you?"

#v: big dreams; gangster (1920's) #rcnaway

[gamblinggangster]

            death doesn’t let you say goodbye.              it just carves holes in your life. in your future. in your heart.

#♠ || mind reading (thoughts) #[This boy woke up and chose angst apparently]

[gamblinggangster]

Lee Pace as Michael & Amy Adams as Delysia MISS PETTIGREW LIVES FOR A DAY (2008) DIR. BHARAT NALLURI.

#♠ || more like a mother (aunt aethena) #♠ || more like a father (uncle ben) #[Haha. You thought this was Oliver's blog? Nah; it's for them too <3]

[gamblinggangster]

I just love you. And I couldn’t wish for anything more

#♠ || more like a mother (aunt aethena) #♠ || more like a father (uncle ben)

[gamblinggangster]

#♠ || i'll do it for you (mother) #♠ || play that tune! (music)

[gamblinggangster]

@tardisinhumanflesh

#[I'm part of a Disco Server that has me completely obsessed with these two >w<] #♠ || hand crafted (mun made) #♠ || more like a mother (aunt aethena) #♠ || side character (benjamin) #♠ || more like a father (uncle ben)

[gamblinggangster]

random list of my favourite characters — gigi phillips (he’s just not that into you)

“I think I figured it out. Remember when I went out with that notary public and he cheated on me? And then Anastasia from upstairs told me the story about how her boyfriend cheated on her at the beginning, but then he totally changed and now they’re married and crazy in love? Anyway, my point is, Anastasia is the exception, not the rule. We have to stop listening to these stories. Because the rule is that most guys who cheat on you upfront don’t really care about you very much. Okay, so, exhibit A… Chad, the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides, and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. And then oh, there was Don, who broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was so delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. And anyway, all of my friends used to tell me these stories about how things might work out with these dipshits because they knew someone who knew someone who dated a dipshit just like mine and that girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. But that’s the exception, and we’re not the exception, we’re the rule.”

#♠ || i'll do it for you (mother)

[gamblinggangster]

#♠ || play that tune! (music)

[gamblinggangster]

Violet: “Another nightmare, Ollie?” Oliver: “Figured I’d try to do somethin’ useful this time. It’s nearly morning, anyhow.” Violet: “When was the last time you slept a full night?” Oliver: “I’ve lost count.” Violet: “You want to talk about it?” Oliver: “...No.”

#[Oliver has nightmares of being trapped underground :3c] #♠ || vixen (violet) #♠ || gambling gangster (oliver) #♠ || I will love you 'til the end of time (otp: oliver and violet) #[not available to reblog]

[gamblinggangster]

OLIVER BOLTON

Independent OC RP Blog. Part of storiesfromsnakeeyes.

Rules | About | Verses

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[gamblinggangster]

@hiraethtm​ span the roulette wheel and got Oliver!

“Not seen your face around here before!” Oliver breezed in as if he were no more than another patron at his own Club, a cool smile spreading across his lips. “How are you enjoyin’ your evenin’--?” He gestured out with his hand so as to make an introduction.

#[Hi! I hope this is okay!! <3] #hiraethtm #v: big dreams; gangster (1920's)