#lozzo

[i9666vi]

Castello Di Valbona - Lozzo Atestino (PD)

Stepart.it

[drowninginblox]

I don’t know about you guys, but Zorro and Luffy are at their best when Luffy is a literal arroace king and Zorro is just crushing till the end of time

[angelomeini]

..oronzo e il suo “Vasone”

Ogni riferimento a fatti realmente avvenuti e a persone realmente esistite è puramente casuale.

...il “Vasone” di Oronzo

Piccolo bisunto muletto pugliese

(poesia)

Chi ha aperto il vaso di Pandora? Anzi, il “Vasone” di Pandoronzo e della sua ripugnante moglie? È scoppiata la Cloaca Maxima di Pandoronzo, lascia terribili miasmi, di fogna, di muffa, di truffa marcita e di raggiro putrefatto. La cosa più bella: - nessuno vi ha aiutato, vi siete traditi da soli, avete fatto tutto da soli è stato sufficiente solo raccogliere i dati che giungevano abbondanti, io non ho mai fatto una domanda! Addirittura più di una volta tu e tua moglie avete confessato spontaneamente la modalità della truffa che avete attuato per oltre quindici anni, oltre ad essere persone rivoltanti, fate proprio schifo anche come criminali, anzi schifio! Quello sguardo “Sgembo”, quel falso sorriso, quel fisso sorriso plastificato (come una smorfia), quelle risate artefatte... non è stato difficile vedere dietro quei mascheroni da carnevale, ho capito presto che erano risate d'angoscia. Spero che ora siano risate d'orrore, se avete minimamente capito cosa sta per succedere, il vostro tempo è ormai quasi finito. Io non ho tradito nessuno, ho solo fatto il mio lavoro, non sono interessato a conoscere i provvedimenti che le autorità adotteranno (anche se non è difficile immaginarli). Personalmente, in queste situazioni è interessante e quasi divertente osservare le faccine che assumono gli imputati come voi, mentre ascoltano la sentenza di colpevolezza emessa dal giudice, le prove come ora ben sapete sono schiaccianti! Tuttavia, in quella circostanza non ridete più, nemmeno per disperazione. Non preoccupatevi, rido io anche per voi!

Ogni riferimento a fatti realmente avvenuti e a persone realmente esistite è puramente casuale.

[snarky-shalnarky]

Death Match

@20-times-a-day​ (for the Water Fight Event)

Shalnark had been prepared for something like this his whole life, of that he was sure. The blond had even gone so far as to make sure he had the day off to soak and get soaked, in a game of mutual hate and destruction.

He grinned, slightly, and checked his bag, full of water balloons and water pistols, making sure that everything was in it’s place and ready for the first attack.

Now all he needed to do was wait.

[giulioswife]

Sleep talking [Darkness Hound]

A fanfic for the doujinshi Darkness Hound of Inumiso-sensei! Characters don’t belong to me.

What am I doing with my time?? idk!! for @saturatedfats since she was my inspiration to write it. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have had all this precious hc!! Thanks lyn-lyn~

Couple: Lozzo x Darkness Hound

R: All (fluff kinda)

Summary: In nights like that, after having felt Death breathing on his neck, Lozzo has a hard time falling asleep. Hence he thinks of a lot of things, this night he thinks about Hound, who’s sleep talking besides him.

Sleep talking

Hound wasn’t sincere. He liked to hide his feelings, and himself; distance himself from whatever could affect him. It was a very obvious thing. Obvious enough for Lozzo to realize this as soon as he met him, the later encounters and experiences lived together only reaffirming that first impression.

Hound was proud, Hound didn’t trusted in anyone. In Hound’s mind, there was probably no one he could trust in but himself. “If you want something done, do it yourself” seemed a philosophy the dark haired could accept and live up to. Lozzo understood this because he was also a loner; he didn’t liked being alone but he also pushed people away without noticing. Now even more, as he continued to run away from the army, drifting into a state of isolation.

Hound was lonely. That was the truth behind his façade, behind his anger, behind his obstinacy. That much he was sure of. However, he didn’t knew how deep that loneliness was engraved into him. He didn’t knew the first thing about Hound. They were men that lived only in the present, both feeling the breathing of death in their neck from time to time. That’s why they never spoke about the past.

Hound wasn’t sincere. He just couldn’t. So much tying him up, preventing him from doing so. Lozzo didn’t necessarily hated that, it was after all, an essential part of Hound’s identity. And having grown fond of the assassin in the last months of knowing him, he had come to accept it. There was also some part of playing poker in it, guessing from the slight changes in his expression the words concealed beneath, the thrill and excitement of a bit of danger.

Hound never spoke his feelings, or his thoughts for that matter, so Lozzo never expected to hear anything close to that. And that’s why he never said anything either. If he crossed that bridge by speaking up, he felt like the same thread that kept them together would break into pieces…

“…that’s my pizza…asshole…go eat…somewhere…else” Hound’s sleep-talk on his side made him turn around to look at him, beautiful face slightly lightened up by the lights of the city, coming through the open window.

It wasn’t unusual that the dark haired would start this kind of night ramble when extremely tired. Days of hard work especially those when they faced dead by inches, usually brought the talking side of Hound into his sleep. At first he had been quite attentive to it, expecting to find something to laugh about or some strange secret to hold into, but that faded quite early. Even in his sleep, Hound would never talk about his past. His topics usually being Lozzo being and asshole and/or something related to food, like now.

Seeing him like that was a cute sight. Drool falling from his lip and a small blush on his cheeks, dark hair over his eyes.

The stress of having a difficult mission usually led him to nightmares, to unsettling dreams or insomnia. He could hardly believe the assassin could sleep so soundly.

Sighing a bit, he reached forward to that sleeping face, caressing his forehead and moving his hair with it. He liked the feel of Hound’s hair under his fingers, so soft and easy to play with.

“Lozzo…” the calling of his name startled him a bit, retreating his hand as if the other was about to wake up. However, Hound continued to be into a deep sleep.

“What, puppy? Gonna complain about me eating your pizza? Or about me being an idiot?” He chuckled, joking at himself as he looked down at hound, clear blue eyes reflecting the red and green neon lights in the outside.

“…don’t…leave me…”

…

Silence. There was nothing he could say. Hound’s voice had sounded so, real.

Hound was never sincere, he never said what he thought, and he never expressed how he felt. Like a game of poker, he thought he had read him through. But he haven’t. Not completely.

“…Lozzo…I…” his voice sounded so conflicted, his eyebrows closing together in his forehead as if he was suffering. Beautiful lips parting softly.

It was the first time Hound’s sleep talking ever meant anything. The first time it carried a meaning.

Wait, that wasn’t right.

He just haven’t noticed. He just didn’t cared to notice. Hound’s sleep talking was always about him. It was trivial, but it was always about him. Hound was looking at him. Hound was always thinking about him.

“…love…you… don’t go…where I can’t…follow you…idiot”

Lozzo’s eyes widened. A word he never expected being directed to him, feelings he never hoped anyone would have for him.

I AM an idiot.

“Don’t worry, honey” he leaned forward, holding Hound’s right hand in his and leaving a cast kiss over his parted lips “I won’t leave you”

[skins-for-minecraft]

Lozzo

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