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Thinking about how Dutch Van der Linde is basically just an allegory for the United States as a country. A beautiful dream that brings so much hope to the disenfranchised, a dream that causes people to walk millions of miles, to give up their own lives, to hang onto every beck and call because that dream COULD be a possibility. That dream COULD be even plausible. You you follow the dream until you realize that it's not so beautiful. It's violent and cruel and pulls the wool over your eyes because it was only just a dream. But still. You love it so. You love it not necessarily of what it is, but because you dream about what it could be, what it could've been, even if that was never the case.
Hope you're doing well! Looking forward to the oneshots!
thank you! i know it’s late (at least for me— EST people here) but i really strive to put out my best work. this one was requested a while back, and ive proof read it like at least 20 times now, just putting the finishing touches
(so i swear to god if i read this tomorrow morning and there’s shit i messed up or typos i’m gonna-)
just trying to do vito justice hehe! i am pretty proud of this one myself, and i hope it’ll be loved just as much by you guys.
here is the first one for tonight, called “trouble”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66070165
anon wanted a vito x fem reader in a bold one night stand, so i’ve tried my best!! i really hope u like it :p
now regarding the second one for later tonight (it’s past midnight but yes i still consider it to be friday cut me some slack i have an awful sleep schedule) i’m still unhappy with a lot of stuff i have in the drafts, kind of a little writers block if u know what i mean? so im trying to work on this second one as much as possible to give you guys actual good reads LMAO.
i swear, the past two days i’ve been working on “trouble,” and then i sit down at my computer and try to work on some reqs, but my brain is so foggy rn it’s just like agshsfsgn. i’m really anxious about disappointing everyone as i never really thought id be getting this much attention as it is.
before i call it a night, im gonna be finishing up this last oneshot for you guys and hopefully i find some more motivation these next couple of days! as always, thank you!
sorry for the little yap session yes yes i’ll let you get to the oneshot now
I hate draw in the laptop, I was curious to do Vito's version with the Lincoln jacket lol
Ambitious | PT 1 | Vito Scaletta x Reader | College AU
Note: Modern AU of your favorite Mafia 2 characters, follows their background but not so much of the canon story. Word Count: 1,224
Content Warning: None
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The sun’s breath bled through the small leak of your curtains, a streak of light making its way to your face to mark the start of another tiresome and rather difficult day. Lately you hadn’t been so kind to your alarm per you shutting it off multiple times before actually getting out of bed, and today was one of those days.
A series of groans and annoyed mumbles left your mouth as you rolled to the edge of the bed to shut off the alarm before swaddling yourself back into the soft blanket that warmly wrapped around your body. Once more did you feel the relaxing feeling of just lying there and not giving a care about anything else in the world whether it was chores, work, or your exams. Oh shit nevermind.
Jolting out of bed, you looked over your nightstand to check the time: “7:45am.” There were still exactly 30 minutes left for you to do your morning routine, eat breakfast and walk to campus.
You headed for the bathroom to wash off whatever sleepiness remained from your face, patting it dry and looking at the mirror to reveal a tired and disheveled face, likely the all-nighter you almost decided to pull.
You ran a hand through your hair, sighing at how you could try to style it properly in a short period of time without making it look like a cat's hairball. You grabbed a hairclip from the sink and bunched your hair into a quick bun that made you at least somewhat visually appealing before tracking back to your bedroom and fixing the creased sheets. Then you made way towards the small kitchen, grabbing cereal and milk to get a little source of energy for your brain to function.
Once you chowed down what was left from your bowl, you put back where everything was and headed to your dresser to pull on some airy clothes– nothing too heavy but something that wasn’t lazy either, just a nice and casual fit would do. After that was finished, you checked your phone to see the time: “8:05am.” There was just enough time for you to leave your dorm and speedwalk to your lecture.
Indeed you were not late at all as you managed to spare 7 minutes when you arrived at the lecturing hall door, entering inside to peer at your other college mates that were already buried in textbooks and their laptops.
You wondered why everyone looked so serious and stressed over the test, which you had been studying over for a week now, so you expected to get a grade of 85% or so. And no, it wasn’t that you were over-confident, it was just fairly easy to read over the material your professor provided. Anyways he handed out the test papers and everyone promptly put away their books and devices. It was going to take at least 45 minutes to finish the test so you immediately started.
The test wasn’t too easy but it wasn’t as hard either so when you finished earlier than some of your classmates, you handed it to the professor and exited the class as expected. The hallways were filled with other students who had just finished their classes while others were relaxing and chatting it up by their next class.
“Y/N!” A cheery voice said. You turned around to see Francesca strutting down the hallway with her arms outstretched. Eager to hug her back, you quickly strode to her and gave a warm display of affection for her, looking delighted and proud for seeing you so early on the clock.
“How did your test go? Was it hard?” she asked with a lowered, whisper-level tone.
“It was a mix of both but at least the studying paid off.” you shrugged, just being glad that it was over and done with.
She always admired you for being such a self-driven student–all your academics were good, tests were rarely an issue for you, and your forte was being purely self-motivated…well at most times
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“I wish I could say the same cause I think I just barely passed mine” She sighed disappointingly, her voice getting softer.
“We’ve been studying for a bit so I honestly doubt you’re gonna fail” you said reassuringly, cheering up the pout on Frankie’s face. “You just gotta be confident about yourself more.”
Her face quickly contorted to a slight smile, pushing away her doubts. “You’re right, I guess I just hated all the stress but hey, at least it’s finally over with!” She exclaimed in relief.
This was the last test you’d take before the semester was over and everyone could finally get a break. It was a breath of fresh air not having to think about studying for a while and you’d be able to just do your own thing for a while which was either to be anti-social or spend time with Frankie who was the only other person you knew besides your lecture professors (if that even counts).
She had suggested you come over and stay with her for the meantime, and you made an excuse of saying that you didn’t have the funds to try and get out of the town, not wanting to admit you were just too shy to meet her family. Francesca wanted you to go, but she couldn’t insist it upon you to do so considering some stuff she talked about concerning her younger brother and whatnot.
You remembered her talking about it once or twice– about how her brother was often involved in some type of small-time crime activities just to help her family pay off their late fathers debts. That was another reason why you stayed close with her, because she was always comfortable enough to trust you to talk about her personal matters like you were part of her family. A small part of you couldn’t push away the fact that you’d actually never tried to help her out after everything that she did for you, and that hit you in the gut.
“Hey Frankie?” You glanced back at her. She followed your voice.
“Do you think maybe I can still stay with you during break?” you suggested, hoping to alleviate your guilt by obligating yourself to her.
Her eyes lit up, grinning and gaze remaining completely on you. “Really?? Yes yes of course! I was hoping you’d change your mind! We’d have so much fun. I can’t wait to introduce you to Momma and Vito”
The thought of you finally agreeing to stay with her really brightened up her day. She was clearly overjoyed, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“Are you sure you really wanna though?” She pulled back from the hug, still keeping her hands on your shoulders as she smiled at you.
“You always said no before, what changed? She searched your face to try and see what made you change your decision.
“I just think it’d be a nice break to get away from this small town, I’ve always wanted to see the big city.” She laughed softly. “Well I’m glad you finally made up your mind, it’s gonna be fun having you around with my famiglia” You offered her a small, grateful smile, appreciating how she’d always made you feel like you were another sister to her no matter what the circumstances were.
Both of you were ready to finish the last day of this semester before finally heading off to a much-needed break.
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I'm so sorry if this is a** I just had a burst of writing inspiration and I couldn't help but write for our beloved vito. yes i know its slow but we'll get there, trust in my plan pls
Fungering with the youngsters
And we all still die
What will you leave behind?
a sitting platypus
making emotional art as an autistic person is really fucking hard.
anyways
Mayor's Party 1899
gulps . hi
ZAMN.
That's it, pre-orders are closed
i forget tumblr isnt twitter but i use it like it is 😃😃😃
Rdr as memes
As you wait for new art, here's some from last year I forgot to share
wanna start coloring more :P
they should give the cowboys youtube
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