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Hello! I am an English girl of 19 who you may call Elsie ☺️
I post all things relating to both real and fictional depression era outlaws as well as mafia members and gangsters.
The interest I have in these figures began at quite a young age and has done nothing but grow stronger and fascinate me even through the years. Some of my favourite real life people to research are Homer Van Meter, Charles Floyd, Alvin Karpis, Kray Twins, Fred Barker, Delbert Linaweaver, Charles Luciano, Irving Shapiro and John Dillinger 💞
Some of my favourite video games are Mafia, The Last Of Us, Life Is Strange, Red Dead Redemption, Outlast, Silent Hill, Horizon Zero Dawn, Resident Evil, Metro, God Of War, Lollipop Chainsaw, Alice: Madness Returns and Telltales The Walking Dead.
Some of my favourite musicians are Daniel Lanois, Sons Of The Pioneers, Vera Lynn, Lorne Greene, Gracie Fields, The Ink Spots, Adelaide Hall, Bill Callahan, Henry Hall, Elsie Carlisle, Al Bowlly and Akira Yamaoka.
I would also like to state that my private messages as well as my ask box are always open for those who wish to chat, be friends or ask me questions about things. I love to talk 😌 all I ask is that minors please do not message me! You are more than free to interact with my posts and such but please do not message me and such.
Find some of my music playlists right below this cut ☺️
I need some Gangster No 1 mutuals if there even are any other fans of this film on Tumblr at all 😵💫 I love this little sociopath which is rather unfortunate…
No Lane or Raphael on the list of cast starts for the Man Of Honour dlc 🥲 but I am still holding out some hope that Damiano and Ruggero, or at least Damiano alone, will make an appearance, even if it is for a super short minute at least. The world needs more Damiano content and I crave it. I am so excited for this dlc either way though.
This art is spectacular too 😍 so beautiful. I do hope that this is the cover art for the dlc - which I assume it will be.
I realised that I have never posted about this here on Tumblr so I shall do it now in case anyone is interested at all ☺️ it is not related to Mafia but instead Outlast - I have a little collection of songs inspired by none other than Eddie Gluskin himself.
I am still working on adding even more songs to it whenever I find songs that fit but if you would like to check it out as is then you are more than free to do so 🥰 any recommendations for song additions are more than welcome and accepted too. Eddie Gluskin is my absolute favourite Outlast character right beside Franco Barbi too.
Here is a bit of a related picture too; my Eddie scented candle as well as a Karl appearance too 😅 they both smell so wonderful and the Etsy seller who makes them never fails to make them so perfect to what I imagine these characters smelling like. Scent is a very important and comforting thing for me so these kinds of candles relating to characters or places are such a treat for me to get.
Some quick cigarette cards for my three main Mafia OCs 🥰 these are, of course, inspired by the actual cigarette cards in game. I do want to eventually make the backs of the cards too - with the little blurbs of information about them and such.
I wonder if anyone can guess who Diana is paired with and who Lilian is paired with 😵💫 given that I already posted about Dove being paired with Paulie earlier this morning.
It is not often that I talk about my OCs but I did want to share some super quick and basic information about an OC of mine within the Mafia universe; Dove Fairchild. Her face claim is the wonderful Evelyn Laye and I attempted to make her a little cigarette card like those in the game itself but I am not good at editing pictures whatsoever so please do excuse that 😶
She is paired with Paulie Lombardo ☺️ Dove is a failing English stage actress and stage singer who finds herself in Lost Heaven in 1933. Dove was born in East London in 1904 and has dreamt of being a stage actress and stage singer since her childhood - which was often spent sneaking into prestigious London theatres to watch stage show performances and sometimes waiting outside of the theatres after the stage shows ended in a desperate hope to encounter one of her favourite stage actresses. Her parents were simple working class and never much supported her dream at all. Both her mother and father viewed her dream as unrealistic and unachievable for her and had no problem telling her as much whenever she expressed her dream to them.
In spite of the lack of support and encouragement from those closest to her, Dove boarded a ship to the United States in 1926 to pursue her dreams the best she could abroad. Her parents had been attempting to secure a marriage between her and a local man in hopes that she would drop her dream and settle down with a husband. She made the decision to flee from it all, to have a fresh start and chase the one thing that had never failed to bring her happiness. Soon after disembarking in the United States, Dove was able to find work in a small stage theatre and began to climb her way further up the ladder within the theatre as the years went on. After some short years of having the role of side characters, she started securing the role of main characters and love interests atop the stage. The cash was never all that wonderful but it was enough for her to survive on in her small flat and the fact she was doing what she loved was all that mattered to her. All was well until late 1931 when the small stage theatre she worked in decided to close down due to lowering ticket sales and replace the stage with a screen instead - to cash in on the rapid growing interest in screen films rather than stage. Out of work and with little money leftover, Dove began to drift around to different small towns and big cities, taking up work whenever and wherever she could get it; mostly as a waitress in diners but sometimes, she was lucky enough to find a stage theatre in need of a quick stand in role.
Eventually in 1933, Dove finds herself in none other than Lost Heaven and, like many other places before, decides to rent a flat out for a while in order to make some cash and perhaps find some work on the stage again. The Lost Heaven theatre is not the most prestigious of places but only two things matter to Dove; the stage and the performance - or so she thinks. Her and Paulie meet in 1933 when she is working both as a waitress and a stage actress in the Lost Heaven theatre 🥰
I do apologise if this is explained rather awful in any way. Explaining OC backstories in text tends to be so hard for me because I try to make it as simple and short in explanation as I can as to not ramble on and on forever 😅 I do wish to talk a bit more about her and Paulie in the future, if that would be okay and accepted on here.
Random little thought here but reboot! Yuri Volkov seems like the kind of man who is fazed by very little and who has an incredible control over his emotions and expressive things that could reveal his true feelings toward something.
Except for when he takes his significant other to meet or visit his mother and she starts pulling old photographs of him out of storage. Somehow, this crumbles his resolve and control down to nothing more than smithereens within literal seconds of him spotting the photographs held between her fingers as she approaches his partner. Those unreadable expressions and that stiff appearance which have long since been drilled into him thanks to the armed forces are overpowered by a sudden tidal wave of almost childlike embarrassment. His pale cheeks become dusted with an ever deepening and spreading blush that he cannot seem to stop in spite of how hard he tries. His gaze flickers back and forth between the wall and the ceiling as if they hold the most impressive patterns he has ever seen. His slim fingers rise and fall in repeated taps atop his knee through his trousers.
All of this is nothing more than a reaction to and a distraction from the fact that his significant other is in the midst of looking at an abundance of old photographs that depict him with hair and a total baby face right in front of him and right beside his mother - who is so elated to be showing you them.
Yuri will attempt to act like he is so unbothered and so unfazed when you begin to tease him about how cute he was but the pink flush on his cheeks tells you all that you need to know. It does not help that I feel like his significant other will have never seen him with hair before seeing the old photographs. He has been all shaved for so long now that the idea of himself having hair seems quite foreign and unfamiliar. He cannot imagine it whatsoever. He has forgotten what he even looked like with hair for the most part.
It is a guarantee that Yuri will be heading out into the cold for a quick smoke after having to watch you flip through the old photographs with a beautiful little grin on your face. You are more than free to come out and stand beside him. He will not hesitate to wrap an arm around you and pull you into his side to keep you warm against the chilled breeze that blows past. But he will chuckle before murmuring something deep and unintelligible in his mother tongue around his cigarette and shake his head with an almost invisible little smirk the second you murmur a teasing question about if he “still has that awful leather coat” that he was wearing in multiple photographs from his teenhood.
He might grumble a bit like a big winter bear who dislikes being poked and teased but Yuri loves it deep down and it shows rather clear. He loves that you feel secure enough to tease him and poke innocent fun at him in a way that no one else ever often does. It is such a refreshing and grounding thing for him and does nothing more than prove to him that you are the one - not that he ever had any doubts about that.
Paulie Lombardo strikes me as a man who gets super vulnerable and domestic right before he falls asleep when his mind is veiled with the lightness of incoming slumber. His tired and half asleep mind is often the absolute most open and honest state of his mind to encounter.
All Paulie tends to talk about when he is cuddled up in bed with his significant other is how he wants to do one last big take and then get away from it all with you on his arm. All he murmurs about in the darkness of your small bedroom in your shared flat is how he wants to buy the two of you a big house somewhere far away from Lost Heaven - somewhere the two of you can start anew together. Perhaps it is a mere vocalisation of his mind slipping into a coming dream before he has even fallen asleep.
Paulie does not like to talk about things like this when sober or wide awake in my opinion. I think he knows deep down that his line of work does not often ever let people like him walk away from the business and life with such unscathed ease. There are times when he does though. Just like he opened up about it to Tommy; of course he would open up about it to his significant other too. It is not as common as when he is about to fall asleep or under the influence of alcohol is all. The gentle weight of your body cuddling against his own beneath the bed covers and the feeling of your head resting atop his chest is a comfort that puts his mind at total ease. It opens his mind and heart up so wide. You cannot see it with your head on his chest and all but Paulie tends to have the most lovesick and hopeful little smile on his lips when he describes the future he wants for the two of you. He is half asleep and his heavy eyelids are closed over but his lips are curved up in the softest of things.
Paulie knows the exact kind of house that he wants to buy for the two of you and so much more. He envisions it having a big wrap around porch for the two of you to sit out on and watch the stars together. He plans on it having multiple large rooms for either your future children or for whatever hobbies you have. He knows that it will have a massive king sized bed for the two of you to cuddle up in and stretch out in rather than the small double bed in your current Lost Heaven flat. He is adamant on the fact that there will be a local live music club for the two of you to go dancing at and a few expensive clothes stores for him to spoil you in too. Paulie can see it all so clear in his mind and never changes or forgets a single detail when describing it to you. It is the same exact house each time.
Paulie even has multiple different names saved to memory if the two of you plan on having children in the future. Sometimes he zones out a bit when on a drive to attend business work with Tommy and Sam because he starts thinking up other names that could work. It becomes a literal escape for him. Paulie wants to have quite a few children so he wants to have lots of name options to choose from. At the end of the day, he will come home and recount every new name he has thought of to you right before drifting off. Some of his name ideas are rather awful and never fail to make you laugh into his chest while he attempts to defend them but fails rather miserably as he himself slowly realises how bad they are.
Whenever you make him promise to be careful after he tells you that he will take you away one day, all Paulie does is tighten his arms around you beneath the bed covers and give a low, drowsy chuckle before murmuring a quiet but confident “I promise, doll. ‘m gonna take us somewhere far away from here real soon. Jus’ me ‘n you.” into the softness of your hair.
This is kind of a tad bit nsfw but even before the two of you have yet to leave Lost Heaven, Paulie likes to release inside of you when he reaches his climax. He does not like to pull out at all unless you want him to for whatever reason. Sometimes in the aftermath of being intimate and him releasing inside of you, Paulie will rest his calloused hand right atop your womb and stroke your bare, flushed skin in repeating patterns in a silent hope that his seed has taken root inside of you. Not a single word about his hand placement is ever spoken between you but both of you know what it means. Both of you know what the touch is communicating and both of you are thinking the same exact thing. The understanding between the two of you will only grow deeper if you place your hand atop of his.
If the two of you do end up having a child together before managing to leave the life and move away from Lost Heaven, it only makes Paulie want it even more. It only makes Paulie start to want out more than ever before so that he can give his child a better, more secure and safe life than he himself ever had.
The complete lack of fics and headcanons for reboot Yuri Volkov is insane to me 😶 I much prefer the original Modern Warfare games but I prefer the reboot version of Yuri when it comes to attraction toward his character - despite how little lore and screen time he received. This might be because of Raphael Corkhill alone because I adore him as an actor and voice actor. The voice work he did as Yuri is rotted into my mind and refuses to budge.
This little blog of mine has a main Mafia and organised crime theme but I might have to make an exception for Yuri and ramble about some little thoughts and headcanons I have for him here 🙃 I hope no one minds.
The underground chase section in the La Forza Del Destino chapter of Mafia: The Old Country never fails to make me lock in on how Ruggero Spadaro has quite an impressive bit of stamina for an older man 😶 stamina like that could come in rather useful and wonderful during a certain intimate event. I hope most people understand where I am going with this. This is all I have to say about it at the moment. Much to think about.
Here are some close up captures of Ruggero that I took in this chapter too ☺️ I love his character so much.
So much of my mind has me convinced that Ruggero Spadaro would call his significant other his “piccola colomba” as a pet name 🥺 he uses it ten times more than usual when he knows that you are a bit upset with him too; whether it be because Ruggero returned home later than he said he would or because he did something that you do not at all agree with. He will use this pet name so much when you are giving him the cold shoulder and the silent treatment for whatever it is that he has done this time.
Ruggero is not at all a total sap in my opinion though. There is no doubt that he loves his significant other more than words can even explain but he is not the kind of man to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness is all. He is much more the kind of man who butters you up and manages to slither his way back into your good books by peppering soft kisses across your shoulder and along the sensitive nape of your neck while you have your back turned to him. Ruggero murmurs quiet apologies against your warm skin with each lingering kiss and he has to bite back a satisfied smirk when he feels your tense shoulders loosening beneath his touch. He knows how to work his way around you and break your stubborn walls down into smithereens. Not to mention gift giving 😶 Ruggero is someone who views gift giving and kind of intense affection as making things up to you. He will arrive home later than what he told you but at least he bought you that glamorous necklace you pointed out to him a few days back. He will know that you are aware of something awful he instructed at the mines but he will take you out to an expensive dinner to forget all about that knowledge.
Perhaps this is quite a massive flaw within him though because Ruggero is never truly sorry for his actions or his instructed actions against other people. The only thing he is actually sorry for is upsetting you because that is something that actually affects him. Nothing else and no one else matters to him in the way that you do. Ruggero tries rather hard to keep his line of work and business far away from you most of the time anyways though. His pet name for you is “piccola colomba” which means “little dove” and doves represent peace and innocence as well as purity among many other things that he knows both he and his line of work are not in the slightest. Ruggero views his significant other as his own little dove and does not ever wish to see your metaphorical white feathers stained with crimson blood and dirt. He will keep things as far away from you as he can - even if for kind of selfish and knowing reasons.
Ruggero is such an interesting character to headcanon things for as a romantic partner because I feel like he would be so sweet and endearing in some ways but also rather toxic and unbearable in others. I love his character so much though. The whole Spadaro clan were actually one of my absolute favourite parts of Mafia: The Old Country and I pray we see a little bit more of them in the upcoming DLC 🥲
Is it bad of me to think that Tommy Angelo would be quite into and turned on by oral finger activities with his partner? Something about him makes me think such is the case is all.
I feel like Tommy did not even know that it did something for him before you and him got together. It was not something that had ever even crossed his mind until you made it do so.
The awakening within him happens late one evening after he has taken you out for dinner to a local safe club that features live music and expensive food in a room with dim lighting and thick air that holds the lingering scent of French perfumes and cigarette smoke. Both of you have had a few drinks with your respective meals. Tommy had two rather small and light drinks because of course, he knows he has to stay sober in order to drive the two of you home safe and sound. You, on the other hand, have had quite a few more drinks than a mere two small ones. You are wine drunk is all.
It is when the wine starts making you let out loud, slurred laughs at the simplest of small things that Tommy knows it is definitely time to get you home. He all but carries you out of the club with a soft, loving smile on his face as he settles you down into the passenger seat of his car. Under five minutes into the familiar drive back home, you reach over and grab one of his hands, pulling it away from the steering wheel. At first, Tommy reacts with nothing more than a curious raise of his eyebrow and a quick glance thrown over at you; he knows that he can drive as normal with one hand fine enough. He assumes that you want to hold his hand is all, which is more than fine by him. You do tend to be a lovey dovey kind of drunk most of the time after all.
It is only when, literal seconds later, he feels a sudden warm wetness around his fingers and the unmistakable feeling of a slick tongue gliding across his calloused finger pads that he swerves by a small amount on the desolate road in genuine surprise. “Jesus, sweetheart, what’re you doin’?” Tommy questions lowly. His voice is notably heavy and breathy with unfamiliar confusion, surprise and a newfound sense of growing lust that prickles beneath his skin, as if demanding to be acknowledged. The vibrating feeling of you responding to him with a simple muffled laugh and a quiet hum around his fingers makes him swallow thickly, his adams apple bobbing in his throat and his eyes darkening beneath the light of passing street lamps. For the rest of the short drive home, his mouth is dry and his pants feel tighter with blatant arousal. Yet he never once even goes to pull his hand back from your mouth. The feelings and sensations of his two calloused fingers being held in your warm mouth is so new and overwhelming for him. It is almost akin to a kind of torture - albeit a form of torture that he has come to be a more than willing receiver of. It is almost addictive to him.
The two of you do nothing more that night. You seem to have no idea about the extent of what you have done to him through your wine veiled brain and Tommy would never engage in intimate activities with you when you are drunker than he is. You fall asleep within mere minutes of him changing you into a comfortable silk nightdress and helping you nestle into your shared bed. You cling to his figure and bury your face into his warm chest all while he keeps a strong arm secured around you and remains awake for one long hour into the night. Tommy spends that hour staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom as his mind takes the form of a violent whirlwind, thrashing around different thoughts of what had happened and why on earth he has been so incredibly affected by it. He forces himself to ignore the near painful want for relief in his lower half and falls into a sleep.
When the following morning arrives, it is a whole different story. As the two of you are awake in the morning but have yet to climb out of bed, you somehow come to remember exactly what you had done the previous night and apologise to him with a small, flustered smile before he even speaks a single word to you about it. Tommy brushes it off at first with a sweet, comforting smile and pulls you tighter against him to press a kiss atop your head. He reassures you that it was not a problem at all and that you have nothing to be sorry for. Then, after a moment of unsure hesitation from him, he sighs and tilts your head up toward him with his two index fingers, guiding you to prop your chin upon his chest as he leans back against the headboard of the bed. “I, uh… I didn’t mind it at all, sweetheart. I don’t mind it.” He reveals, keeping his chestnut gaze locked with your own as your eyes communicate a thousand more silent words and quiet confessions between each other.
You say nothing but instead hold his gaze as you tilt your head down by a small amount and brush your soft lips across the tips of his fingers. His eyes darken like threatening storm clouds as he watches you, his lips parting while his breathing grows ragged and heavier while a familiar heat sparks within his lower half. You barely even graze his skin with the tip of your tongue before he lowers his free hand downwards to grab your waist and flips you over to position you beneath him on the bed with an almost animalistic ease. Tommy does not move his hand from your mouth by an inch, slipping two of his fingers past the threshold of your parted lips, releasing a deep groan when you welcome them with a soft moan. He makes use of his other hand to manage all of the work beneath the covers blanketing your lower bodies.
After that sudden awakening within Tommy, any intimate oral activities with his fingers are always more than enough to get him beyond hot and bothered in a little amount of time. It is a wonderful way to tease him too because even pressing a simple, slow kiss to his thumb when he holds your cheek in his palm makes his pupils blow out so much to a point of there being almost no warm brown of his irises left visible at all. Teasing him like that, even more so if the two of you are around other people, will have consequences though 😶
Anywho, what do we think about this? I am super into the idea of him loving oral finger stuff 🙃 I think he would like having his fingers sucked and similar things.
Cannot stop thinking about how dad! Paulie Lombardo would be the kind of father who tries to teach his little girl how to do such foolish things without hurting herself and then goes on to hurt himself in the said process 😭 like the time when his daughter was teaching herself how to shoot little rubber bands at a wall from her fingers and Paulie had taken the rubber band from her to show her how to do it in fear of her hurting herself. He managed to somehow fling the rubber band backwards and right into his own eye within literal seconds of positioning it around his fingers.
It is never ever your daughter that you have to fear hurting herself. It is in fact Paulie. You have to fear your husband hurting himself whilst attempting to teach your daughter how to do something so random and so unserious. He always tries to play it off so well and unbothered too but that rubber band incident had his eye drooped by a small amount and stinging for the rest of the day - which of course did not go unnoticed by Tommy nor Sam who were both quite quick to poke a bit of fun at him as he grumbled to himself and held back on explaining how it even happened.
His daughter once asked him about how to do a handstand and had pleaded with him to show her with a visual demonstration because she was afraid to attempt it without seeing someone do it in front of her beforehand. Paulie could not ever speak the word “no” to her even if he wanted to. So of course he attempted to perform a handstand whilst wearing a full three piece suit and of course he did almost break multiple bones in the process of doing so. His failure was rather miserable and his attempt alone was pitiful as a whole but it made his piccolo pulcino laugh at least so it was more than worth it to him.
Not sure if anyone else has mentioned this before - please do forgive me if they have - but in certain cutscenes with Paulie where the light reflects against his face in a certain manner like in the capture below, it kind of looks like he has some pitted acne scars on his cheeks. Some similar markings are shown on his cheeks on the art of his cigarette card in game.
I do not know if this is an intended trait or if it is a simple trick of the light kind of thing but I am choosing to believe that these are in fact a few pitted acne scars 🥺 it got me thinking about if his partner is someone who deals with acne or someone who has their own acne scars. I deal with occasional acne breakout myself and I think Paulie would be so sweet with a romantic partner who has acne or even if it is wife! reader who begins to experience acne breakouts due to being pregnant, which is a common occurrence for pregnant women.
I think Paulie would have quite a soft spot for being kissed on his scarred cheeks too. It softens him up and flusters him far more than he would ever like to admit 😶 all of this is solely nothing more than a personal headcanon but I can view him as having been extremely insecure and embarrassed about his acne as a teenager. So when he has a partner who sees his leftover acne scars and does nothing but love them and kiss them all over with no disgust at all, it heals something so deep down inside of him that he thought he had long since buried and forgotten about as a whole.
Unrelated to my acne headcanon for him but another headcanon I have for him is that Paulie loves being kissed on the thin scar that runs down through the left corner of his upper lip from the skin above. The scar itself is quite sensitive and almost ticklish from even the lightest of touch. One lingering kiss to it will have him fumbling over his words a bit as his mind fogs over. Even more so with how close it is to his actual lips themselves. Kissing his scar will never not end in him turning his head over to catch your lips against his own and holding them in a deep kiss.
Yet another random headcanon but dad! Charles Luciano and wife! reader have a little girl who goes through a rather intense phase in her toddlerhood where she can only fall asleep when she is in a moving car. This odd phase lasts for around three weeks and is an unrelenting force for that time.
Neither you nor Charles could figure out what was wrong with her when it first began. The first night it began, neither of you knew why on earth she was fussing so much and sobbing up a storm as he and wife! reader attempted to put her down to sleep. For an hour, both you and Charles rocked her in your arms, offered her food, sang lullabies to her and even put the radio on to a low, comforting volume. Nothing worked in the slightest. When it reached the hour mark of her relentless crying into the dark night, Charles let his parental paranoia win and decided that it was time to drive her to a local private doctor that he knew was secure and safe. He was worried that she was ill or had even hurt herself somehow.
When the two of you carried her out to the car, Charles kept her held on his lap against his warm chest while he settled into the drivers seat. The moment the engine began to rumble and the car began to move in gentle motions as he pulled away from your home, her cries began to quieten within literal seconds. All of a sudden, with the car rolling down the desolate roads, her heartbreaking sobs devolved into simple sniffles and the occasional hiccup. You and Charles shared a bewildered look at her sudden calmness. Believing her to have found a simple sense of comfort, Charles had pulled the car over to the side of the curb to check her over and perform a u-turn to drive back home. This was quite the mistake because as soon as the car idled, her eyes widened and filled with massive tears again. She began wailing at the stillness. It was at this moment that the pieces clicked together for you.
While Charles was frantically stroking the wetness from her flushed cheeks, murmuring desperate words of comfort to her and bouncing his legs, you reached over to grasp the back of his free hand with a hopeful smile. “Start the car and drive, Charlie. Drive around the block.” You said. His face was riddled with visible confusion but he was far too exhausted and worried to think about it. He started the car again and exactly as you had expected; her tears came to a slow as he pulled away from the curb. “She… she stopped. She stopped crying again, anima mia.” Charles whispered over to you in disbelief, throwing you a baffled glance and tightening his arm around her whilst guiding the steering wheel with the other. Looking between her and the empty roads, you could almost see the puzzle being completed in his head as he reached your same conclusion. Her red eyes drooping from the heavy hum of the engine and the sway of the car was all the proof you needed. “The car calms her, Charlie.” You confirmed with tired relief.
After that night, it became a regular, honoured routine almost every single night for you and Charles to have to take her on hour long night time rides in the car for her to fall asleep for three weeks straight. Nothing else worked better at all.
