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Donβt mess with James Muller. From: La Mafia: In the face of death
i love between the devil and the deep blue sea!! is there gonna be a chapter 2 and if so do you have a posting schedule? much loveπ
hi!! iβve planned for it, but life just gets in the way haha. i havenβt written it out yet, but when the inspiration strikes itβll happen bub! so as of right now I donβt have a posting schedule. typically though, for my blog, iβm posting the most on weekends and always at night, probably after seven eastern time. in the meantime Iβm working on some jj requests, some john b. requests, and a frank castle mafia fic which Iβm really excited about, so let me know if you want me to throw you on the tag list for that. big love, stay safe!
Past Our Burning Bridges | Hwang Hyunjin
ππππππππ: You thought you'd successfully exiled yourself from the mobster organization years ago. You're free, living a life of normalcy on your own terms, far away from the Hwang estate. Except when unidentified threats target you, you're roped back into the organization seemingly overnight. Coming back to this life doesn't only bring the blood and death that you have been trying to avoid, but it means being face-to-face with the boss in charge of this organization and the man you left behind, Hwang Hyunjin.
πππππππ: Mob Boss!Hyunjin x Reader (female); Minho x Reader (female)
ππππππππ: Mob organisation, criminal activity, gun violence, injuries, exes to lovers, childhood friends, strong language, relationship insecurities, reunion, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, kidnapping, possessive behaviour, smut, rough sex, emotional sex, implied/referenced suicide, attempted murder, murder, death, mentioned/discussed sexual trafficking, angst with a happy ending, adult themes throughout.
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Character Sheet for stern Mafia Boss Gioncarlo and his grandson Picoloco, heir to the Mafia on his father's side and the Mexican Cartel on his mother's!
He got his nickname because he's a little crazy guy. "Picolo" is small in Italian, and "Loco" is crazy in Spanish! >:)
-- Don Loco -- One of those drawings. Sometimes a random picture pops up inside my head and that's when i have to stop whatever i was doing and grab my pencils to draw it asap. I love those moments because they happen so random and nothing can force my brain to "produce" those fine pictures when i tell it to. When those said moments of enlightenment~ happen, i have to create said things immediately, because with every minute, the picture, motivation and energy, that comes with it, will fade and even if i would draw that later, it wouldn't be as powerful and emotional. Little background information: I showed my sister @maraplanlos a picture of Rick from Rick and Morty i drew recently. (God, i forgot to finish it ) and she when she said, that it was so fascinating just how i didn't seem have any limits when it comes to creativity! Then suddenly, THAT picture of her dog Loco popped up in my head and as said, i spent 2 hours to bring this peace on paper! #loco #mafia #mafiadog #americanstaffordshireterrier #amstaff #terrierdog #animaldrawing #alcapone #doginasuit #dogdrawing #vivalaloco #baddog #smokingdog #pencildrawing #blackandwhiteart #doglover #lizzyeatsart https://www.instagram.com/p/BoZUStAACtL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iu8fza9onfcu
Found this buried in my drafts π€
His hair looks scrumptious-
yk what i want? i want to be best fucking friends with a mafia boss. i want platonic forehead kisses and hugs, i want friendly banter, i want them to threaten my ex. i want them to visit me while iβm working at a coffee shop and flirt with the owner. We would attend each otherβs Sunday family dinners. i want to go shopping with their spouse, and i want to babysit their kids and teach them memes.
Time for some good olβzombie murder! AN what makes it better than playing with someone. Well, in theory it should work.
La Familia Mafia mi prima automotor Luciana ella dice que parece como una chica de rebeldes
POV
Imagine as you lay across his lap, he breathes hums of your favorite song that he memorized just for you.
Imagine as your vision blurs because heβs such a pretty sight to fall asleep to.
Imagine as a warm smile spreads across your face and you whisper your love to him because he has to know.
You donβt know why the urgency of your feelings is there but the warmth of his hand sweeping your hair across your cheek is enough to halt any thoughts.Β
Imagine as his eyes grow teary because he loves you so deeply and he cannot picture life without you.
Imagine as he places a shiny ring on your finger because he never plans on leaving your side.Β
Imagine as you smile warmly up at him and whisper βyesβ before you fall asleep to his gentle humming.
Imagine being in love.
Now imagine his point of view.
Imagine as he cradles your head with gentle hands like he's carrying glass.
Imagine him trying to steady his breathes long enough to hum your song because you look soΒ confused and he just wants to settle your mind.Β
Imagine he watches your eyes glaze over and his body strains to hold his weight and your own without breaking.
Imagine him glancing away to wipe his tears because your smile is slowly tearing him apart and you whispering your love is the same as whispering goodbye.
Imagine his eyes growing teary because youβre getting colder and colder and he canβt do anything to stop the slowing of your heart.
Imagine him placing a shaky hand on your cheek to ground himself and hold you one last time.
Imagine as he slides a ring onto your finger, the ring he was supposed to propose with tonight at your birthday, the ring that promises you'll be with each other until the end.
Imagine as sobs heave through him and he struggles to continue humming your song as you whisper βyesβ, because he finally has his answer but this isnβt how he wanted it.
Imagine as his scream rips through the air when your eyes close.
Imagine being in love until death do you part.
Imagine breaking his heart.
La mafia
Esta foto se llama The Mob (La Mafia) Fue tomada en 1961 en Nueva Jersey por Walter Chandoha.
Era un fotΓ³grafo profesional de gatos. Su trabajo apareciΓ³ en revistas como National Geographic y Life, asΓ como en calendarios, libros y latas de comida para gatos.
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Giorno Giovanna (but boss)
Audio taken from Real Time Fandubβs Sonic 06 and Sonic Adventure 2
Hereβs those dumb animatic clips I made
This is fucking insane, everyone read it :P
I cannot fucking believe how much I'm losing my mind right now over soy sauce history. I'll tell all of you about it after I finish this essay because I need to un-distract myself enough to finish it but what the fuck? What the fuck is going on? I'm losing my fucking mind.
He really looks like a fuckin' hot criminalπ₯π₯΅
Cada quien su trabajo
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And also what does caprtion "good path" and "bad path" mean.
(They usualy show at the end of the video)
Addiction- Yandere Mafia Boss Sukuna x Reader
an: I do not condone this behaviour, this is purely fiction. Do not interact if you do not like it, or canβt stomach it.
tw: dark themes, yandere, mafia au, violence, possessive behaviour, toxic relationships, kidnapping, branding, captivity
Sukuna is a selfish man. Heβs a self-absorbed, egotistical bastard. The devil himself, a wretch of a man who is ruthless in everything he does. His cruel touch has cursed the lives of many; killings and tortures all done in his name, by his order. Sukuna does as pleases, indulging in his greed. Yet he still yearns for more. He possesses a desire that will never be sated. There had been kindness within him, once. A different time; when the world had not exposed its evil to him. That warmth was extinguished with his motherβs dying breath, and there lay no hope of reviving it. Until he met you.
A puny thing really, compared to the low-levelled goon of his that was currently harassing you. Such a classless act being committed outside one his preferred establishments, it was irritating. He didnβt intend to save you; more so punish the lackey for his annoyance. You were a pathetic, pitiful, cornered creature, not worth any attention. Then, out of nowhere, you kicked him straight in the nuts. Sukuna was simultaneously surprised, impressed, and amused. Before the goon could actually harm you, Sukuna stepped in and knocked him out. You were shaking from shock and terror. However, when you looked up at him, there was no fear eyes, only gratitude. Perhaps that was the reason he played a gentle saviour. A reward, he decided, for the entertainment you provided. Escorting you to your car and watching you drive off in the old rusted thing should have been the end of the whole affair, but it wasnβt. You lingered in the back of Sukunaβs mind for days. You plagued his thoughts, haunting him. His interest evolved into a nagging curiosity, and regardless of how he tried to resist it, the urge to know more about you won out; and down the rabbit hole he fell.
It began with the discovery of your name. It was all Sukuna needed to know, the name of the person heβd saved, the name of the person who tormented his mind. Yet it was not enough. He had to know more. He uncovered every bit of your being, leaving nothing unknown; your address, your number, your favourite foods and activities, your deepest secrets, all known to Sukuna. The more he knew, the more the obsession grew. You were perfection incarnate. Something, someone, truly divine that had graced the world with their presence. He desired to possess that divinity, to possess you. You didnβt deserve him, not at all. Sukuna was a depraved being, unworthy of even being near you. Alas, fate was cruel, and Sukuna even crueler. He had to have you, and would do anything in pursuit of you. You lived in the seediest part of time, he reasoned, in a shabby apartment that you could barely afford. You needed him to keep you safe and protected, you needed to be saved. He had his most trusted men tail you while he prepared the most luxurious room for you; you deserved only the best after all. It took time, yet Sukuna pieced together a flawless plan. Soon you would be with him, where you belonged. And how he couldnβt wait for that day to come.
As time marched on slowly, Sukuna became increasingly impatient; the anticipation of your arrival into his arms was overwhelming. Once the day arrived he became more agitated than usual. He had yearned for this day, for you, and soon he would have you. Sukuna was halfway through a meeting when his phone buzzed. The moment he glanced down and the read the message heβd received, Sukuna swiftly exited the meet room, ignoring the shock of his underlings. You had been safely delivered to his estate, your new home. Sukuna sped home in his car, anticipation building up and threatening to boil over. When he finally arrived Sukuna rushed through the door, up the grand staircase, and navigated through the extensive maze of corridors to your designated room. Taking a baited breath, he carefully opened the door and set his eyes upon you.
There you lie, his darling, his beloved, the only thing that could ever invoke such weakness from himβ and you were here, lying right in front of him. You were peacefully dozing off. Sukuna stayed by your side for who knows how long, watching the soft rise and fall of your chest. Then, your eyes twitched, fluttering open. You awoke disgruntled, initial confusion turning into panic at the realization that you werenβt in your apartment. Sukuna watched you for a moment, before deciding to grab your attention.
βSo youβve finally awaken, hm?β He hummed, watching as you slowly turn towards him. Your expression was akin to a frightened doe. Slowly, the gears turned in your head and you gaped in recognition, βYou! Did you do this to me?!β
βAs in returning you to where you belong? Yes, I did.β He replied neutrally.
βWhat the hell are you talking about,β you snarled. βQuite,β he ordered, dropping his neutral tone for a more menacing one. βYouβre mine, I saved you didnβt I? You should repay the favour.β βLet me go!β You cry, struggling with all your might. βPlease,β you beg as you finally break, beginning to sob. βEnough, thereβs no need for that. As long as you behave, youβll be rewarded.β
With that, Sukuna stalked out the room. He knew it would take time for you to adjust, after all anyone would react poorly to such sudden change. All Sukuna could do was wait, and heβd done so before. He wanted to own you not only in body, but in mind and soul as well. He yearned for a normal relationship with youβ well, as normal as a relationship with him can be. So, he remained patient, albeit with much difficulty. Sukuna loves you so much and he knows, he knows, he must be understanding of your feelings, yet he cannot impede his desire for you, for your warmth and kindness, for everything and anything but the fear you display. He wants for you to not cower when you see him. He wants for you to tremble nervously. He wants you to not look at him with the terror and hatred that others do. Sukuna wantsβ no he needs you to love him as he loves you, to devote yourself to him as heβs done for you. And he will do anything to attain that, even it requires him to wait forever.
Then again, perhaps that patient leniency is what lead to this situation in the first place, Sukuna muses to himself. You kneel in front of tears pooling at your eyes, false apologies spilling out of your lips. His indulgence of you had lead to your attempt to leave him, to abandon him just as everyone else had. Perhaps you werenβt an angel then, rather you were a demon; a sultry temptress sent to corrupt him further, to ensnare him in your web of lies and devour him whole. Well, youβd succeeded. Heβd gone soft for you, for his precious, sweet thing. But now youβd revealed your true nature. You did not need his protecting, no you needed him to correct you. He would purify you, lead you into the light, into his light. Yes, he was your saviour and this was all done for you, for your betterment. Sukuna feels a twisted pleasure blossoming in his heart, your βcorrectionsβ would begin now.
βPlease Sukuna, please. Iβm sorry, I really am so sorry,β you plead, sniffling and hiccuping slightly, βI wonβt do it again, I swear!β
Sukuna looks down at you, smiling unnervingly. Gently, he kneels, reaching down to wipe the tears from your right eye, and coos down at you, βDonβt worry, my love. I wonβt hurt you. How could I? I love you more than life itself. I cherish you more than anything in this world.β You nod tentatively, lulled by his low and kind tone and sweet words. βBut, youβve been thoroughly ungrateful. Behaving so poorly, and now this. I donβt blame you, of course. Itβs my fault after all. I failed to teach you properly, so now I must rectify this mistake. This will merely be a small lesson my love, done for your sake, not mine.β
With that, Sukuna stood up. He towers above you, like a god, your god. You stopped crying, the tears sticking to your face, making your cheeks ans eyes red, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You look adorable like this, thought Sukuna, still smiling. His smile grew almost sadistic as he gestured towards his men. You furrowed your brows in confusion, most liking wondering what he meant by βlesson.β Your eyes dart around the room, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, you spot it; a branding iron. You shriek, attempting to run but a few muscular guards hold you down. You thrash around wildly, begging and screaming. A scene truly oscar worthy in Sukunaβs opinion, though it didnβt invoke any pity from the guards. Finally, you turn to him.
βSukuna donβt! Please, I beg of you! Iβll behave, I promise. Iβve learned my lesson I swear! I only need you, I only love you!β You screech, pleadingly. Sukuna hums, unaffected by your display. He rips off the section of your shirt covering your lower back. He traces some letters onto the bare skin. Reaching out his arm to receive the branding iron, he tuts, βAh, but darling, how could you have learned a lesson that I am yet too teach? You must not lie, although we shall save that lesson for another time. Todayβs lesson is on who you belong too: me.β
Carefully, Sukuna lined the branding iron up perfectly. And then he brought it down on you. You let out a blood-curdling scream, howling and writhing in pain as your skin sizzled delightfully. Sukuna held it place for a good few seconds before removing it. Grinning, he read and reread the βproperty of Sukunaβ that had been burned into your skin. Proof of his ownership over you that was permanently imprinted into your skin. You continued to wriggle and sob from the searing pain. This, Sukuna thought in full confidence, was a lesson that neither of you would forget. Sighing contently, he rang a bell, summoning your personal servants, or babysitters.
βAllow the brand to fully set in. Do not cause additional pain, but do not relieve the current pain theyβre feeling either. Disobey and you will be severely punished, understood?β He ordered, darkly. The maids nodded and carefully carried you out the room. Sukuna turned around, glaring sharply, βWell then, out! All of you!β
His men scrambled out of the room, unwilling to fave their bossβs wrath should they disobey. Alone, Sukuna poured himself a whiskey and relished in the pleasure he received from your βlesson.β He needed to own you, to have you. To be the only one who could love you, who could hurt you; it would be him and him alone. It was not love he felt, it was an addiction, to you. An addiction that he must feed, Sukuna mused as he thought about more βlessonβ plans. After all, he had promised to teach you about the wrongs of lying.