#mafia cw

[fictionkinfessions]

Im spiralling because i realized literally a character from Goncharov, what the fuck man. Im just trying to exist, but apparently i cant have a normal time because im a damn killer for the mob? Can a man never know peace?

-Joseph "Ice Pick Joe" Morelli 🧊⛏️

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[silverypurple-rosedlions]

There were always expectations set for each and every person. Everyone subjected to act and appear what others imagine; have beauty or sculpture-like looks, to be intelligent and the definition of perfection, to have obedience and manners, and most importantly, fame and money . . .

"𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧 . . ."

"𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲. . ."

"𝐗𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 . . ."

"𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 . . ."

But no one accepted those that were below such absurd and impossible imagery; those that suffered complications and hardships (that neither asked, neither wanted), becoming the insignificant "errors" of the world. Those that were subjected to neglect and mistreatment, treated as if they were diseases to the world . . .

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐖𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐢. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 . . ."

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐆𝐮𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . ."

"𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 . . ."

"𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . ."

Yet, they didn't expect that those subjected to such ideals of both would turn, accepting their imperfections that the world cringed at, rising with the "flawed," the "defected," to create their own twisted empire where the controllers, the taunters, are punished, suffering the worse by the hands of the disturbed . . .

No one expected that the so-called "Angel" would become the bringer of madness, leading a parade of madness through their cities to claim justice. To rid the world of the first sinner, empowering and becoming the superior of insanity.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 . . .

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[cricket-heart]

Mafia AU of LoK where "Zhu Li, do the thing!" becomes the final words many people hear.

Absolute disaster of a man Varrick forgets how to say "shoot his fucking ass", but his boss ass wife gets it

Probably not a novel concept but it just occured to me and I had to share it

[fictionkinfessions]

For guess the kin... Some of my more obscure ones.

1. A tech nerd from a 90s pc game that was based off of a set of 3 arcade games that was done by rival studio of Disney in the 80s.

2. A long haired crass blonde dude with a 100% straight best friend who go on wild adventures including meeting god and saving a monkey from lab tests.

3. A non-human lab test experiment who's brain runs like a radio with different stations and is voiced by a famous passed comedian.

4. An Elvis fanatic who claims to be a "cool dude" but also becomes the family babysitter.

5. Another Elvis fanatic with mental instability, who marries quickly and tries to dodge cops and the mafia with his money and now wife.

6. A evil scientist who updates his followers online on how his plan is coming into fruition meanwhile trying to get the girl.

7. One of the main characters. A high schooler who's friends are another student on the football team and a stoner. The movie was made in the 90s but is based in the 70s.

[fictionkinfessions]

I miss my partner, still fuckin mad at em but I do. Chaz wasn't all that bad, y'know?? He was a real sweetheart when he wanted to be, let em ride Bomber sometimes if he wasn't bein a dick

I remember the guy was pretty far in debt, helped em out every now n again since the guy probably needed it but shit, didn't expect his 'great idea' to be to go n off himself at the hands of his own stupidity with that mafia bitch

I'm mad at em. But fuckin hell, do I miss my idiot of a shark boyfriend

- Striker

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[bricky-brikson]

Merry Whump of May

26/05/2022

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Gambling | Drugged | Paranoia

Content warnings: gambling, tobacco, gun violence, implied mafia

Tobacco smoke made the dingy lights of the speakeasy look almost holy, with rays of gold illuminating the blackjack table. The room was uncharacteristically quiet, with the bar- goers and dancers all whispering, watching the match. Some had even pulled up chairs and bought rounds of drinks and food.

Lorelei Chiarello leaned forward, pushing a chip worth 50$ forward. "Hit me," she spoke, sanguine lipstick contouring her words.

The dealer, a man by the name of Cirino Donati, handed Lorelei another card. His glare could kill, as he watched this woman play as if she owned the place. Cirino was a skilled dealer, but this was the fifth round, and Lorelei had wracked up hundreds of dollars. Hundreds of his dollars. The table was going two-to-one, so each bet that Lorelei put in would be doubled when she won.

Lorelei and Cirino set their cards down. Lorelei had an ace and a Queen, and Cirino had a nine and a three.

“I’ll take my 100 dollars, Ciri,” Lorelei smiled, putting her hand out for her pay. “You’re counting cards!” someone from the crowd yelled.

Lorelei laughed. “No clue what you mean!”

A man walked out of the crowd, nearly a spitting image of Cirino. The man’s twin brother, Drago. He pulled out a pistol.

“Put the money back, you cheating bitch.”

“That’s not very sportsman-like,” Lorelei seemed unfazed, putting her winnings in her purse. “I think I’ll be taking my leave.”

Drago cocked his gun. “You’re not going anywhere, passerotta,” he sneered the final word.

Lorelei sighed. She stood up. “I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” Lorelei made no movement, but both brothers froze as bullets went through their stomachs. The pair collapsed, the crowd gasping and shuffling away. Except for one, a redhead stepping up to Lorelei’s side.

“Well done, Red.”

“All in a day’s work,” Virgil ‘Red’ Lavoie chuckled, elbowing Lorelei. “But uh, were you actually counting cards?”

“Does it matter?” Lorelei shrugged, stepping over the prone bodies of the Donati brothers.

“I just want to know if I got gunpowder on this new dress for nothing!” Virgil exclaimed, jumping awkwardly over the bodies. He followed Lorelei out to the street, and the pair continued the night, bringing it to a new speakeasy. New speakeasy, new money, new enemies.

Lorelei my beloved

@themerrywhumpofmay​

[wardogsong]

@generationalsins​ asked:  “choose. it’s me or it’s him. you can’t have both.” teen cass to teen frank about SAL 

suddenly questions!

What kind of choice was that?! How did she even think that there was one to be made?? SHE wasn’t a choice-- she wasn’t an OPTION! In his wildest fuckin’ dreams Frankie knew better than to ever think of her as anything other than Mr. Scozzari’s daughter. It was like the old Muhammad Ali quote-- if he even dreamed of crossing any kind of improper line with Cassie, Frankie knew his job was to wake up and make some kind of respectful amends to her family. He had been allowed the gracious boon of being the best of friends with her, in addition to his self-appointed position as bodyguard over his Capo’s first-born child. And that was a tricky enough position to play! Reporting Cassie’s adventures to Sal so that he’d know Frankie was keeping an eye on her and there was nothing to worry about, and yet holding back just enough to continue enjoying her confidence himself.

“C’mon, Cass...” Alright-- sue him. Maybe he’d skipped a few amend-making sessions-- MAYBE he’d daydreamed a time or two or more of leaning in just that much closer when Cassie was playing her records, ribbin’ him good, laughing against her will at his awful jokes... In dreams maybe he’d stolen that kiss off of her pretty glossed lips and felt his heart race from it. He hadn’t known it showed; or maybe this is just that women’s intuition he’s heard so much about?? Can she look into his unguarded eyes and read his mind just like an Italian woman would? ...It’d make sense if she could, Frankie doesn’t really think of her as anythin’ but Italian on account of her relation to Sal. He certainly doesn’t-- DIDN’T dare hope that she saw anything more than a sharp-dressed nuisance when she did look at him. Honestly, he’d thought she was probably making time with any one of the guys that hung around her when they snuck out at night-- he didn’t judge, hell, he was impressed! If he couldn’t catch her neckin’ with some guy, nobody could and that meant her reputation would remain INTACT! He’d be able to say with a clean conscience and plenty of plausible deniability that he’d been there and seen no one lay a hand on her. Maybe he should have examined a little closer why he was so proud of that. “What’re ya tryin’ t’get me killed? Don’t say that kind’a joke where somebody could hear! What if they thought you was serious, huh?! Your old man’s got ears everywhere-- next thing I know, I’m coolin’ my heels on the docks with a blindfold on.”

It occured to him as the easiest out-- certainly easier than acknowledging all that she had uncovered with her grown womanly magic. Easier than admitting, He’ll never let me have you, Cass-- he’s the Boss and I’m just a soldier. So there go the jokes again-- the Italian opera that comes to him so naturally, enacted right where they’re standing as if there really were either an audience to see or hidden ears to hear and report what he tries to sell as a tease.

[wardogsong]

“S’just me, Sal...” Just him. A dead man sitting in an old man’s living room. Did he even have a name anymore? Frank Castle was dead. The man in all black now holding his hands where his once father could see them only had a purpose-- a mission, but little personal left to him except the barely there fraying threads between his ambling corpse and the life that had inhabited it before. A life that had included a place at this man’s side, from childhood through youth straight to rocky adulthood when he fumbled the place being opened up for him and traded it for a four year contract in the Marines and had to use leave time to earn back the love and affection of which he’d become unworthy.

And now he was here to potentially become unworthy all over again. On the low coffee table between them there lay a file, a dossier on the Costa family compiled by Frank’s own hands; a picture of Bruno Costa paper-clipped right at the top of it. He needed to know, even if it wouldn’t stop him, if that man-- that family, were connected at all to Sal’s own enterprise. They’d certainly had a representative in attendance at the massacre of his own.

@asilverjackal​