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mdemn · 9 months
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if you love me, henry, you don’t love me in a way i understand.
wishbone - richard siken, never let me down again - depeche mode, you are jeff - richard siken, hum hallelujah- fall out boy, plainwater: essays and poetry - anne carson, henry & vito via @miasmat, ghismonda with the heart of guiscardo (detail, 1650) - bernardino mei, two children in a motel bed - ethel cain , you are jeff - richard siken, never let me down again - depeche mode, wishbone - richard siken, & wishbone - richard siken.
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dagonich · 2 months
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Yes, Derek. But you weren't part of the deal.
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I wish to love myself as much as I love him XD
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korryee · 1 year
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The Death Of Art.
[IG] TIME: 14 HOURS | !! MAFIA SPOILERS !!
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dontbesoweirdkira · 1 month
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Imagine coming home from a long day of running errands to see ¡yandere! Sam Trapani beating one of your admirers to a bloody pulp on your front door step.
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Warnings: Gore, violence, mentions of stalking, obsession, forced relationship
A/N: I drew this at the depths of night when I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t seen really any yandere mafia stuff soooo…… here you go!! Art + headcannon…you may now feast.
Requests: open 24/7
Bonus pt.2
(I mention that the admirer is young, I mean like Sam is 40 so the other guys is late 20’s to early thirties. Sam is just getting insecure about his age)
Sam had been stalking and slowly trying to court you for about a year and he’s getting closer to his goal of finally making you his; but this new guy that just moved in next door is just fucking it alll up.
It first started with the guy going over to your house to introduce himself and harmlessly wanting to be a friendly neighbor. Then quickly become bolder and bolder with his flirtations, much to Sam’s dismay! Could you believe that THE Sam Trapani is extremely jealous of this guy?? Probably 10 years younger and quite handsome, That boy is a serious threat.
You laugh louder at his jokes than you do at sam’s, your clothes are getting much more revealing and the way you prance your little ass over to him anytime he calls your name was seriously eating at him and he’s at his wits end of it. Sam knows he’s getting older but is his charm really that stale now?
Even when Sam is having a full conversation with with you this little shit will come around and inject himself into the whole interaction. Sam even started going grocery shopping on your schedule just to be able to have some alone time with you and yet again this man appears out of the wood works. Every. Single. Time.
(Okay that’s a little dramatic but the point still stands…Sammy cannot keep up with him. He’s finally met his match and he’s so whiny about ittt)
The other guys noticed this and found it extremely hilarious, Trapani wasn’t the hot shit of the town anymore and there was someone younger and more good looking ready to take his place and his girl. They poked fun and joked how Sam was now officially an old geezer and that a young damsel like yourself wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They fed into his insecurities and made everything just ten times worse. Of course they meant no harm, Sam usually wouldn’t be hung up on a girl for too long and plus he still had pretty much every other woman of Lost Haven in his hands so what what the big deal? Why were you so damn special anyways?
“Look Sam,” paulie breathed in between laughs. “Y/N is admittedly very gorgeous but just leave it alone at this point. She’s very obviously more into him than you. What about that broad down at the Corleone…what was her name??”
“Michelle..” Sam gritted in a low venomous tone
“Right, Michelle! Maaaaybeee…you can get her out of that hell hole and I’m sure once she cleans up nicely she’ll be…something of a wife” Paulie erupted into laughter once again after finishing that sentence, barely able to hold back the tears that accompanied it.
Sam already decided enough was enough and there was no point in trying to play this whole love game thing fairly. Going down to your house and giving it to you straight was the only way he could think of doing this. He wanted your love story to feel organic and for your admiration for him to slowly bloom but you’re obviously not getting it. You don’t understand that Sam is the only possible match for you.
So much time stalking, analyzing and carefully articulating every move he made with you isn’t about be washed down the drain just because some bright eyed sucker wants to fuck you. No…it’s okay though. You’re just slightly misguided by all the butterflies and fluff but soon he’ll lead you right back to where you need to be.
As his car approached your door, he noticed a fellow holding a huge bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift in his hand ready to knock on your door. Obviously Sam’s time was running out far sooner than he had previously expected at that moment something inside of him snapped.
Without thinking any further he got out of his sleek black car and opened the trunk, out of it he grabbed a bat and started towards the young man.
”Oh hey Sam! I’ve been knocking on y/n’s door for quite some time now. Do you know where sh-“ before the young man could even finish his next sentence the bat connected with his head and continued to do so as Sam kept striking him over and over..
Nothing was said out of Sam’s mouth as he beat him to a pulp…actually nothing could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood outside of the thwacking of the bat and the cries that escaped the admirer’s lips, pleading for him to stop. Everyone in the neighborhood silently watch from a distance, they all knew of Sam’s affiliation and no one wanted to be next on Salierie’s list. Even the birds decided to stop chirping in fear they too would meet the same fate as the fellow
This continued on for another couple minutes before a blood curdling scream broke Sam’s attack.
“Sam?!? What the hell are you doing to him????”
Hearing you’re familiar voice, Sam swiftly stood up to face you, hurriedly trying to explain what happened.
“Look…y/n calm down, this is just a simple miss understanding…”
He flashed a brisk smile and steadily started walking towards you
“Just come with me and we can speak about this over dinner, huh? You’d like that?”
Shaking your head and carefully backing away from the deranged man, you cried out
“No…n-no…no Sam….” A breath passed “Y-you gangsters are all the same…you hurt people without cause, just look at what you did to him! He was a good man!”
Sam for a moment, stopped walking and looked back at the bloody scene he had just created before looking back at you.
“Oh sweetheart…”
He began walking towards you again, this time faster so he could catch your arm.
“…trust me when I say, this isn’t the worst i could’ve done to em’. ”
Pulling you in close to his chest, he moved slightly to the side of your face and lowered his lips to your ear before speaking again,
“I’ve got something to make it up to you, doll face.” Looking down at his bloody and bruised hands, he held a perfectly intact rose…
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another vito wip but i'm going to take a break from it because iiiii idk
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neomineom · 2 months
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vitovito
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sametrapeni · 1 month
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And at midday...
...maybe the world will be different
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funky-gobbo-art · 1 month
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The Clay Kids (circa. 1987)
For my cringe au, I felt I needed to make colored pics of them for reference and stuff.
Dani, 18
Rhys, 15
Jermaine, 10
I really need to develop these kids, but so far I got Dani being a cheerleader, Rhys a casual/low effort alt kid, and Jermaine...he's diagnosed with baby disease.
I'm open to any interpretations or suggestions about them.
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miasmat · 10 months
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"Something illicit." dedicated to @angelicoatmeal.
There's a lot to unpack from this; hidden in the closet, only one string of light over both of their eyes. Uncertain what lies behind the doors, but knowing they can't stay there forever.
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thesixgunkid · 9 months
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the hour is late but i give you: mafia trilogy characters as troubled birds
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mdemn · 10 months
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“you’re just a fucking pawn, vito. when are you going to see that?”
ask polly- heather havrilesky, mafia 2: definitive edition (hangar 13), between aging and old - jack gilbert, all our futures - jody chan, ruin and rising - leigh bardugo, grief lessons - anne carson, a coworker asks me if i am sad, still - brenna twohy, mafia 2: definitive edition (hangar 13), angels - willi carlisle
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sleepytimemoga-p2 · 4 months
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Quick doodle before bed
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kanjj1 · 3 months
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first post on tumblr ever hello Mafia fans
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inkognidamustdie · 6 months
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I'm thinking about them again.
I can't draw something full right now, but I really wanted to draw them, so...
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lornasarts · 11 months
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Yep, that’s us… you’re probably wondering how we ended up in this situation…
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urfavmafioso · 13 days
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please take the time to read this very important post regarding the mafia fandom i care deeply about:
the mafia tumblr is so nostalgic for me since i first entered. i’m emotionally attached. i always said this was the best fandom i’ve ever been in since i never had any bad experiences. but now times have changed and it hurts me a lot since the community isn’t the same like how it used to be. ever since i experienced my first ‘not so good encounters’, my content seems to barely get recognition and it hurts my heart to see that the community i loved with all of my soul had deeply changed. i’ve been avoiding social media because of these feelings. i was very moody and rather serious before this community and first joining it really helped lighten me up. i felt as if i grew up too fast but this game really helped me. i love mafia more than anything in the world, hence why i’m so awfully emotionally attached to it and the community. i never felt a connection to any character as much as vito scaletta. all i’m saying is that it really hurts me how the fandom isn’t like how it used to be for me. i miss how active people were. i miss the fun. i miss the memories. but it’s difficult to accept the fact it won’t be like how it used to. i hope somebody out there understands what i am saying and how i feel for my beloved game and fandom. i enjoyed making people in the fandom happy and laugh, i want to continue doing it but i know it’ll never be the same. i miss the old days. i plan on posting something special on may 31st since it was the day i first got into mafia. of course vito related. well, to the people of the fandom reading my thoughts, i hope somebody understands where i am coming from. if you are in the mafia fandom and still support my companionship, i thank you dearly.
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