Razor Sharp ⁽ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ⁾

indie Risotto Nero 

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❝  DRAMA ! 

                   ROMANCE !

                                            B L O O D S H E D !  ❞

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Prosciutto curled his fingers, felt his nails bite into the palms of his hands, and sighed. He couldn’t help but worry; the assassins were family to him, and you worried about family. Especially when they had a tendency to run themselves ragged at the best of times.

“I’m just fine. Let me worry.” He frowned some, his tone just shy of bitter. “…You should get some fresh air; I’ll accompany you, if you’d like.”

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as prosciuttos tone changed to one filled more with bitterness, he knew to bring to a halt how he spoke to him. he could understand the worry that may be in his mind, & if the roles were to be reversed he knew he would feel the same way.

❝ alright. just not too much, you hear me? we don’t need you off you toes with worry, though i know that would be no issue, you’re always sharp as a knife. ❞ & with the offer he was off of his seat and gave a nod. ❝ that would be nice, if it wouldn’t be a bother. ❞ 

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“But you just got home! I can’t sleep yet!” More protests already filling Ghiaccio at the thought of having to sleep. There was still so much to do, especially now that Risotto was home. 

“I finished my letters today, like you said to! Let me go get it!” he jumped down from his arm, hurriedly fetching his lesson book from his bedroom to show his father his practice in writing.

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he shouldn’t have expected differ. the boy wasn’t one to go to bed the moment he went home, it ended in refusal and him giving in, or the boy fell asleep while doing something simple with him.

❝ have you now ? yes, go fetch them. i’d love to see your progress. ❞ while ghiaccio ran off to grab his lessonbook, he took the free moment to slide off his shoes and hang his coat up on a hook.

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“Hey! You’re back!” the small boy clung to his father’s arm, kicking his legs up to hang from it. he should have been used to the man’s late hours, but regardless he’d always miss him when he was gone. 

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❝ of course i am. i would not leave you, you know that. ❞ he gave a smile to the boy, running the hand of his free arm in his hair. 

❝ you should be asleep soon, don’t you think? i can’t having you running around all night, you’ll complain to me in the morning about being tired. ❞

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          “ maybe, maybe not - it depends on who’s asking. “ 

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❝ who is asking ? someone who knows more about your boss than you ever will. i was underneath of him for far longer than you have, maybe ever will. now ? not as much. ❞

[coltelllo-blog]

i hope nobody minds this super late replies, if you want to do something newer / dont want to reply dont worry about it !! sorry im so,, late,,

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A lot to think about was an understatement. It had been hell for all of them, and a dozen scenarios had buried themselves into his brain. Things that could have gone wrong, ways it could have gotten worse, ways he could have lost everything and everyone here.

“There has been a lot going on, but that’s still no reason to work yourself so hard. Have you even eaten today?” He held his tongue, to stop himself from telling Risotto the obvious: they needed him at his best at any time.

[coltelllo-blog]

he knew what Prosciutto was going to say before he even spoke a word, the way his eyes looked at him and  the way he spoke to him spoke more than the words he announced. the last thing he needed was for anyone to worry for him, he was there to protect them, he had to be at his best for them.

❝ I know you’re worried for me, prosciutto. you don’t need to. today was rough, this won’t continue, i promise you. worry for your own safety, i will deal with mine. ❞

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[debonairbear]

the first seven pages of Deadman’s R. based on Deadman’s Q where Kira loses his memories and becomes a wandering ghost, I wondered if Risotto too might meet the same fate given that there’s no way he could be satisfied having been killed by the boss. Of the rest of his men, I thought Prosciutto would be the most likely to remain a spirit as well, given how reluctant he was to leave the world and how dissatisfied he must have been to see Pesci fuck up horribly in his very last moments

Let’s see if I have the strength to finish this… (i would really appreciate critiques or feedback, I’m new to drawing non-humorous comics and am basically feeling my way around the dark with a nightlight)

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i’m a mafioso, but i want to love!

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coltelllo:

❝  He’s roaming  —  a vandal                     No roman candles lit on the night that he died  ❞ x.

[coltelllo-blog]

lexiconniption replied to your post:guess who is alive 

boss i’m 100% NOT pregnant.

honestly

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fortunasua replied to your post:guess who is alive 

i thoguht doppio killed u

nah, it was staged 

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guess who is alive 

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❝  ask where they’re going   —— they’ll tell you nowhere                   they’ve taken a lifetime lease                                            On paisley park ❞  

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coltelllo:

❝  He’s roaming  —  a vandal                     No roman candles lit on the night that he died  ❞ x.