// tacenda;

Rocco Scordato is a 30 year old Biology professor at the University of South California. He is a taken bisexual male, dating Giovanni De Luca. Unbeknownst to the general public, he is part of the Italian mafia, the Scordato Scorpions, by blood. Just as well, he is the head trainer to the gang.

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Warm cinnamon buns, cozy sweaters, and friendships that last forever.

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thestellagillenkerk​:

“Oh shit, dude, you’re fine. Please don’t push yourself,” Stella reassured the older male as she slowly made her way inside of her place. She glances over and takes a seat near him to try and make herself a bit more comfortable. She could only assume a vast majority of the group wasn’t feeling too hot and she wondered what some of the others she didn’t see the other half of the evening ended up at. The baker placed the large box onto the nearby table and offered Rocco a smile. “Yeah, ended up having a luxury stay at Mercy Hospital. Who knew getting pistol whipped twice and taking a knife to the face would bring me such an amazing experience?” Sarcasm dripped in her tone. She looked like total shit and she knew it. “You holding up decent though?”

   “Aw, Stells.” It was the first that he was hearing of this, that she had apparently been pistol whipped and had taken a knife to the face. “I’m so sorry to hear that. But all the same, I’m glad you got treated.” At least she had the sense to go to Mercy and get attended to right away, unlike his stubborn ass who is keen on refusing to go. 

   Slowly, he shifted in his position, sitting up with utmost care as he tried not to move his bandaged up shoulder too much. “I’ll manage... somehow. I’m being taken care off anyway. I’ve got our medic doctor checking up on me and making sure I don’t get worse.” she reassured her, knowing that at this point, they all had to care for each other and watch out for each other now more than ever.

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scarlettrxse​:

There was a part of her that was upset that she didn’t feel more….empathy for Rocco laying there in his bed, hurt beyond belief. There was a tony voice in her brain that was screaming at her to just stop and consider maybe he had good explanation, that he was going to fight her on this topic and she should go easy on him. But…but there was an even louder voice that was telling her to break him until he told her everything, every secret that had been kept from her for years—the same secrets that made her feel as if she wasn’t worth enough to be trusted with more. Her light hues dropped from him to look to the bed before they slowly traveled back up to him, debating for only a few moments if it was a good idea or not to do just as he asked. Taking the risk, she moved closer to the bed and placed herself next to him. Body angled to face him she crossed her arms over her chest. “Alright, now answer.”

   Sitting up slowly, Rocco scooted over in his bed, giving Scarlett some room. Judging by her reaction, it was clear that she would not let up until he had given her the answers she wanted to hear. Though after everything, he supposed she deserved it, after seeing that public spectacle with her own two eyes.

   With hazel hues trailed onto her, he decided that there was no more point to keeping the truth from her. “My grandfather’s legacy runs through my family. And we’re... er, involved in discreet businesses to keep our hold on certain parts of Oceanside.” He was rattled with trying to put the terms in a delicate way, trying not to utter anything like the terms gang or mafia. “And yes, Gio and I have been involved since then. I have been involved because of my family. He has been involved because of his loyalty to my family.” It was about time some truth be shed to light, only because she had so ruthlessly demanded for it. “So to answer your question... yes. We’re both involved with something much more dangerous than what you saw.”

[afadthatlastsforever]

“You have my heart, from now until my final hour, and even after that.”

— Beau Taplin • M y  F i n a l  H o u r

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@gio-deluca !!!

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❝ i’m super cool like a fresh milkshake. ❞

   “Of course you are.” the Scordato male chuckled, because of course Day would say such a thing. But either way, Rocco wasn’t about to dismiss it. “I’m gonna regret saying this, but ain’t nobody cooler and fresher than you.”

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💍

[ 💍 ] how dedicated is your muse to their job?

   Rocco takes his job seriously, as he has been teaching for 7 years now. He has a flair for teaching, and really does put in the effort in curating his lessons and letting the material be digestible to the class. He enjoys what he does, and looks forward to his classes and meeting new students every semester. He adores his former students and likes to keep in touch with them, keen on watching them succeed in their chosen professions.

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🍺 / 🧸 / 🧲

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

   Unfortunately, Rocco is a smoker.

[ 🧸 ] does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

   In his down times, Rocco knits to calm himself down. He doesn’t like people seeing him knitting though.

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

   Answered here.

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❝ you’re why they say that talk is cheap. ❞ (Carrie)

   “Hey now!” The statement coming from Carrie had him taken by surprise. “Woah woah woah. You know I deliver on whatever I say. You know this, Carrie.” Rocco emphasised, giving her an amused look. “Where is all this coming from?”  // @devilchildcarrie

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❝ i don’t get irritated very often, but today isn’t going so great. ❞

   “I know, Stells.” Rocco sighed, knowing that there was nothing good for the day. Whatever was bringing down Stella seemed to be paralleling his day, much to his disappointment. As if it wasn’t enough, it was now starting to show on his face. “Some days are just like that. Hard to shake off.”

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🧲

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

   Rocco is more reserved than flirty. He is a professor who cares about his reputation, and it is sometimes hard for him to shake off the demanour that comes with being a person of authority. When he wants to be flirty though, he will be.

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💭

[ 💭 ] does your muse have imaginary friends? did they have any as a child?

   Growing up, Rocco did not have an imaginary friend. After all, he was a twin, which meant that he always had Amalia incessantly by his side. Often though, he was more a quiet kid who kept to himself, finding solace in books.

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❝ i feel the most awake at night, for some reason. maybe i’m part owl… ❞

   “I wouldn’t be surprised.” he remarked, finding the sudden admission to be relatable. Sometimes, he felt the same way, particularly when it was time to shed his civilian demanour and carry on his task and duties as the head trainer in the gang. “Some people just really come alive after the sun goes down, you know? As if a part of them is awakened by the shine of the moonlight.”

[lightwoodrunes]

[descendantsofwar-deactivated202]

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 1. 

send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 🏃‍♂️ ] does your muse have escapist tendencies?

[ 💄 ] does your muse have an aesthetic? do they adhere strictly to it?

[ 👥 ] does your muse have many friends? do people feel they can rely on your muse?

[ 📚 ] what is your muse’s favourite genre of books, tv, movies, etc.?

[ 💐 ] what is your muse like in relationships?

[ 💍 ] how dedicated is your muse to their job?

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

[ 🍀 ] does your muse believe in luck? do they have a good luck charm or rituals they follow to avoid bad luck?

[ 🎀 ] does your muse have any childhood friends or people that are important to them?

[ 💕 ] does your muse believe in true love? do they believe in love at all?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

[ 🌟 ] is your muse comfortable in their identity? are they insecure or confident?

[ 🧭 ] does your muse know what they want? how well can they advocate for themselves?

[ 🎈 ] does your muse have many regrets? what are they?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse afraid of failure? what do they do when they fail?

[ 💭 ] does your muse have imaginary friends? did they have any as a child?

[ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

[ 🚓 ] would your muse break the law?

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

[ 🗾 ] how self-sufficient is your muse? are they more independent, or do they need others around them?

[ 🙏 ] is your muse religious? what do they believe in, if anything?

[ 👻 ] if your muse were a fantasy creature, what kind would they be? why?

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

[ 💥 ] is your muse determined, or do they give up easily?

[ 🃏 ] how does your muse handle being lied to?

[ 🥀 ] would your muse betray someone they love?

[ 🥊 ] how strong is your muse’s survival instinct?

[ 🌼 ] what kind of first impression does your muse leave?

[ 🐣 ] does your muse have anyone they look up to?

[ 🎨 ] is your muse artistic? do they want to be?

[descendantsofwar-deactivated202]

sentence starters: quotes from my tomodachi life game, part 5.

❝ i don’t think the boat is coming… ❞

❝ don’t you worry about me. i’ll be careful out there, just like always! ❞

❝ i try to pretend i’m asleep on the train so no one tries to talk to me. ❞

❝ i’m a big fan of taking naps. the more naps per day, the better. ❞

❝ i’m finally starting to feel better. ❞

❝ i’m afraid my self-confidence is way lower than it should be… ❞

❝ you’re a puzzle master! ❞

❝ are you hungry? i bet you’re hungry. ❞

❝ it’s saturday! are you free to relax today, [name]? ❞

❝ i feel like i waste my precious time off when i sleep in on the weekend. ❞

❝ i’m happiest when i’m working by myself. people complicate things. ❞

❝ i try to act cool in front of my buddies. it’s not that hard, ha ha! ❞

❝ dream big! do it for those of us who lack the confidence to do the same… ❞

❝ i think [name] and i must have known each other in a past life… ❞

❝ i’m going to make something stylish, just you wait. ❞

❝ i can make all my own clothes now! ❞

❝ this outfit is the epitome of nowness. ❞

❝ i think i made some nice clothes. ❞

❝ this is some serious avant-garde stuff i’m working on! ❞

❝ if closing business deals is your thing, this outfit will be your secret weapon. ❞

❝ sometimes it’s best to keep it simple. ❞

❝ thanks for being so nice! please accept this token of my gratitude. ❞

❝ i love taking apart mechanical pencils and then putting them back together. ❞

❝ talking in front of crowds is overrated. and by overrated, i mean terrifying. ❞

❝ i memorized the lyrics to all the songs on my cd! want me to sing them to you? ❞

❝ i have something important to tell you. ❞

❝ no matter what i wear, i look mighty fine. ❞

❝ you’re doomed to fail — may as well hit the sack. ❞

❝ i’m crazy talented, so we’re completely unalike. ❞

❝ you’re why they say that talk is cheap. ❞

❝ hearing you rap makes it hard to stay awake. ❞

❝ i’m super cool like a fresh milkshake. ❞

❝ your goofy clothes are quite a sight. ❞

❝ i don’t get irritated very often, but today isn’t going so great. ❞

❝ i always get lost when i’m somewhere i’ve never been before. ❞

❝ i’m feeling unsure of myself… ❞

❝ i’m not hungry enough to eat this. ❞

❝ i have feelings for [name]. ❞

❝ [name] rejected me, but i’m not going to give up so easily! ❞

❝ i have to try again, or i’ll regret it. ❞

❝ what do you think? ❞

❝ that turned out horribly. ❞

❝ i’m finally ready to let go. ❞

❝ that tasted pretty weird… ❞

❝ sometimes when people try to give me advice, i just nod and pretend to listen. ❞

❝ i feel a lot calmer now. ❞

❝ this is my chance to get ahead! ❞

❝ i have a whole collection of books i borrowed but never read. ❞

❝ i feel the most awake at night, for some reason. maybe i’m part owl… ❞

❝ having close friends makes me feel stronger, like i can overcome anything! ❞

[lsandersx]

where: Bahama Breeze bar

who: open

There wasn’t much Elizabeth could do but mourn, having almost no urge to go out and see anyone or even call her father and give him some kind of report on what exactly happened to her friend—her teammate. Matter of fact, she had been ignoring his calls since word had trickled back through the FBI, not wanting to have to talk about how she watched her friend take her last breath right there on the floor. How she had stood there, frozen for what seemed like hours, when she should have been drawing the gun she had managed to sneak in and going after the one man who had taken someone so precious away from her. Sliding into an empty seat at the bar the blonde ordered tequila with a splash of pineapple—with emphasis on a literal splash. Once it was placed in front of her she took a long sip, letting the tequila burn down the back of her throat before she was already ordering another one to be sent her way. It was when she noticed someone sliding into the chair next to her that she spoke out. “If you’re looking for a bar buddy, you might want to try the guy on your other side.”

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   Coming off from what was easily the best wedding to immediately a tragedy, Rocco found that that bars of Oceanside (or maybe it was just Bahama Breeze?) were slowly housing more and more broken souls and hearts. But after everything, he understood why alcohol was slowly becoming the solace most sought out.

   Careful with his shoulder, the male quietly ordered a round for everyone, feeling guilty that he had somehow played a part in the hurt that had since blanketed. It was the least he could do. And even with the response she gave him, he wholly understood. “Not here to stay long. Just thought I’d say hi and go.”

[phillipmontgomery-deactivated20]

Open For All

Two Days after the Wedding

The Bar at Bahama Breeze 

Mixing business with pleasure was usually something that Phillip didn’t do. He was always the stoic one, always going through life concealing how he felt in order to take care of his younger siblings. That was no more. The grief he was feeling, it was nothing he had felt before. Kate was his sister and his best friend and without her, there’d be a giant hole in his heart. “No, I’m not drinking on the job. I got off an hour ago.” He pointed out, noticing that he still had his name tag on. “Wanna take a shot with me?” 

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   Breaking his own rules was something of Rocco’s rare habit. Despite the keen insistence that he be confined to the 4 corners of his home to recuperate, the male broke out of his place on day 2, choosing to go out in the hopes to ‘appear’ normal. Anyone who was at the wedding would have seen him at his lowest, which meant that the Scordato male had to improve upon his image and make his presence known.

   And he had gone out to Bahama Breeze then, docking at his usual spot, when he noticed the man beside him. Gloom as the aura was, it took him all but a few seconds to realise who it was, and the realisation promptly wiped away whatever slightly good feeling he had within him. It was Kate’s brother.

   Without removing the sunglasses that perched on his face, Rocco looked to the man, uncertain as to what could be appropriately uttered. “I’m sorry for your loss, Phillip.” was all he could muster, without so much as replying to the invitation to drink. With his shoulder bandaged up barely peeking through his shirt, he knew alcohol was not something he could enjoy while in the throes of pain medication.