MANIC DEPRESSION.

only bad people live to see their likeness set in stone; what does that make me? [ indie massimo volpe roleplay blog. ]

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volpe was canonly going after a leftover stone mask from the spw foundations research so should i make a vampire volpe verse........

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   “They’re of no consequence to you. I’ve already organized a crew to take them down. However, as of now, they’ve retreated to their safe houses, and haven’t revealed their intentions to Passione as of yet.”

   He doesn’t move. Despite Volpe’s usefulness, Diavolo can’t help but feel the urge to cleave him in two. It was nothing personal against the narcotics dealer, he felt that way toward everyone who had a physical encounter with him. To be in the same room as him was to entreat death, and if he caught you trying to look at his face… hope that you wrote your last will and testament.

   “This means that they could potentially be going after you as a result. While I am aware your division can defend itself, I won’t allow this operation to be compromised. I’ll be assigning a member of my personal guard to assist in the defense of our production and distribution facilities.”

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An order of protection has Massimo arch a thin brow before another sigh escapes him once more. He didn’t need protection; he had plenty of useful people to protect him. Kocaqi and Vittorio’s Stands had been unbeatable so far, so what as the point?

Open defiance never got him anywhere though, so he ducks his head once more in a nod.

“Can I know the name of who’ll be accompanying my team? It ould be wise to warn them of how things work there.” There as a reason the Natrcotics Division as only four people. No one else survived around Volpe’s Stand and Vittorio’s instability. 

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   Volpe was a dependable man. He delivered product that could be delivered quickly before it expired, he created an opportunity for a blossoming drug trade, and he was one of the few people on Diavolo’s payroll who wasn’t actively betraying him. It was good that Volpe was so reliable. Otherwise, Diavolo would have thrown his head in the river and pushed product the old-fashioned way. He had no tolerance for traitors or slackers.

   Volpe hides behind a veil of blond, and Diavolo hides behind one of shadow. He nods at the other’s bow, a simple acknowledgement.

   “Buona sera, Volpe. I’ve called you here on an important matter: La Squadra di Esecuzione have decided to mutiny against me.”

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A sigh as soft as a moth’s ing escapes him. Apathy at its finest. Massimo only deigned to know the names of the other teams because he played acting Capo so often. He was the heart of the Narcotics Division, but he was not their leader. 

He does not raise his head, but shifts to stand up straighter as acknowledgement to the words. His work was drugs, not revenge.

“Would you have me involved somehow?”

His tone remains flat; he isn’t surprised by the mutiny. Very little surprises Massimo in this gang; it was a eat-or-be-eaten world in the underground.

“I can make my team useful. Vittorio’s Stand renders the abilities of most Stands useless against him.” And Manic Depression could very well turn Massimo into a one-man army though he preferred to keep that ability to himself.

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volpe makes several hundred thousand dollars a year very easily so he dresses really expensively. he spends most of his money on himself because he doesn’t have much else to do.

[the-suit-men]

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+ @geniushaze.

Massimo suddenly can’t breathe. He had been fine less than ten seconds ago, had been content in the spray of the seaside and the rush of the waves against the rocky shores.

He knew that boy.

Everything about the teenager ( gangly, awkward, had grown up and not out ) screamed familiarity to Massimo. It tore at memories buried by apathy, dug them up until the images cleared in Massimo’s mind.

A try-hard boy seven years too young to be sitting in a lecture hall. The opposite of Volpe; sitting back straight and eyes attentive while Massimo slouched and ignored the good-for-nothing professor.

Pannacotta Fugo. He was dangerous, he was poisonous, he worked for Giorno Giovanna.

He had to die.

“You -- !”

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"For you alone I will be weak."

deathless sentence meme

“I don’t need that from you, Massimo.” Doppio took Volpe’s hands in his, giving them a tight squeeze as he forced a smile to his own face. This man gave, and gave, and gave for Doppio - and even though it might have only been because he provided a security, he didn’t care. He appreciated and adored him so much, all the same. “Be strong for me, okay?”

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+ @paranoiico​.

Very rarely was Massimo Volpe called away from his seaside home; he could count on one hand the things that pulled him from his home.

One of those as the boss of Passione.

If Diavolo was the emperor of the world, Massimo as his treasurer, his goldkeeper, the source of the money that was the life of his empire. Massimo’s Stand provided the drugs that fed the gang.

Diavolo gave him a way to be useful. With Diavolo, he was needed.

He plucked the furred hat from his head when he stepped into the room and ducked his head in a sign of respect, keeping his pale eyes to the ground and letting his face disappeaar behind a seeping curtain of blonde.

“Good evening.”

[drklim]

i don’t think i have ever expressed my love for massimo

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

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indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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gets emotional at 3:30 am

volpe cares a lot about angelica but i don’t want to classify their relationship as romantic??? does that make sense???

she’s dependent on him in an unhealthy way; the drugs manic depression creates are what’s keeping her alive and that’s why volpe keeps her near: to keep her alive

but just like he feels the rest of the team is like family to him, their relationship reads more familial to me, like a big brother and a younger sister

idk maybe i’m just weird but it feels weird to classify them romantically

[gooeycell]

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toyjoypop:

9/16 #JOJO版深夜の真剣お絵描き60分一本勝負 ここはなんてたのしい地獄 色塗ったのは気に入らなくて消した

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i hve no idea how to do starters here r ip me

[sunnyda]

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sunnyda:

purple haze feedback was gooood

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minterupt:

what a jerk

[gooeycell]

6/17 #JOJO版深夜の真剣お絵描き60分一本勝負　にて 「恥知らずのパープルヘイズ」のアンジェリカ・アッタナシオ。 楽しい楽しい悪夢へおいで 覚めると果てるとお先はどっち

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decided to join the Jojo60min brouhaha today!! because the prompt was Purple Haze Feedback and I had to

Liking this a lot more after letting it sink in but my arm hurts a lot so I will go to sleep goodnight world