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|| La Belle Saison (2015) || 3.75/5🌟 || Drama/Romance || "A young woman moves from the French countryside to Paris and begins a passionate love affair with a feminist leader in this drama set in 1970s France."
Content Warnings: Sex, Full Frontal Nudity, Misogyny, Homophobia, Conversion Therapy, Cheating.
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Pie-eyed over you Series Masterlist
Pairing - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Summary - When a new baker in town refuses to abide by his rules, Bucky has no option but to go and take care of it himself. But nothing could prepare him for what stood on the other side. Nothing could prepare him for you.
Warnings - Each chapter has its own warnings but in general, this story will contain weapons, murder and a hell lot of sweets.
You can also read it on AO3.
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Chapter 1 : Cupcakes
Chapter 2 : Brownies
Chapter 3 : Muffins
Chapter 4: Pancakes
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Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano.
Read on AO3 / Chapter Masterlist.
18+, explicit smut read.
“You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.” / “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”
“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.
[WARNINGS]: Mentions of violence & death / Alcohol use / Pregnancy / Childbirth.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The very first chapter of my Sonny Corleone x Reader fic is FINALLY here!! 🥰✨ Thank you guys SO much for all of the endless support and love this fic received when it was just an idea and barely typed out! I'm so glad to finally have it up. By far the most exhausting and longest part of the fic process is planning a brand new one for me, and I had definitely been much busier than usual when planning out/writing this fic which is why it took so long to write. I had to give something for the Santino girlies as I'm one myself!! 👀❤️ Please read ALL of the tags on this fic on AO3 before diving into the chapters as it'll give you a good understanding as to what the entire fic and chapters will be like. This goes for ALL fics I write! The tags are there for a reason. This fic is also 18+ only, just like all of my other works forever and always. This is meant for adults to read only. ✋🏻
Chapter 1: La Famiglia Giordano.
[ Barzini Family Estate, 1948 ]
“Nobody wants another war,” Don Barzini states, watching the ice soaking in his glass of whiskey. “Nobody wanted another war; isn’t that how it always goes?”
Don Tattaglia gives his head a shake, relaxing in the leather armchair he sits across from Barzini. “We have Sollozzo to thank for all of that.”
Having an otherwise civil discussion between two closely allied business partners and old friends, the bond Don Barzini and Don Tattaglia’s family share has been stronger than ever since Sollozzo.
Despite successfully allying together against the Corleones throughout the Five Families War and coming together for talk over business, neither Barzini nor Tattaglia can ignore the air of tension that’s formed between them now.
Barzini can easily tell Tattaglia is unnerved as he sips his whiskey again, savoring the smokey notes of the liquid over his tongue while noticing how Tattaglia is nearly chugging back his drink.
“You’re tense,” Barzini comments, somewhat surprised by Tattaglia’s behavior. “Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind or not?”
“How can I not be?” Tattaglia swallows down his drink.
“You’re looking at all of this the wrong way, my friend,” Barzini gives a reassuring smile. “You’re on the winning side. The Godfather has no leverage over either of our families or—”
“Vito Corleone isn’t my concern,” Tattaglia interrupts.
“Hmm,” Barzini pauses, taking a sip of his drink again. “Then that’s a first.”
“It’s his son,” Tattaglia adds.
“Which one?” Barzini rolls his eyes. “They’re all equally useless in their own ways.”
Tattalia opens his mouth to answer before pausing for a moment; a look of absolute defeat crosses his expression, forming into regret, then helplessness. “Does the name ‘Gabriella’ ring a bell to you?”
Barzini raises a curious brow. “Maybe. Should it? Does The Godfather have another daughter we don’t know about?”
“He has a daughter-in-law,” Tattaglia answers, “Gabriella Corleone. She’s the daughter of Francesco Giordano.”
Barzini tenses for a moment, no longer focusing on his whiskey. “I… I see.”
“You know Gabriella then?” Tattagia asks back.
“Not personally, but her name was spoken often in my household. Was,” Barzini emphasizes.
Tattaglia sighs softly, giving his head a shake.
“Emilio wanted to marry her,” Barzini continues, mentioning his eldest son. “He spoke of Gabriella fondly and often, but she refused him and his advances. Now you’re telling me she’s part of the Corleone family?”
“Francesco did well hiding the news from us for the most part,” Tattaglia points out. “Everyone else must have known.”
“No, no,” Barzini shakes his head, refusing. “I don’t think of it in that way. Francesco is a dear friend. He doesn’t ‘hide’ things. He values the privacy he can give his family.”
“If you want to put it that way,” Tattaglia mumbles. “It’s none of our business, is it? She married Santino Corleone, the underboss.”
Barzini freezes in his seat, attempting to calm himself down internally as Tattaglia immediately picks up on Barzini’s shocked expression.
Tattaglia nods grimly, “do you know what you’ve done?”
“Don’t,” Barzini mutters softly, holding up his free hand.
“She’s pregnant,” Tattaglia adds. “Do you even care? Do you know what’s going to happen now? To your investments? Your wealth? Your bank accounts with Giordano?”
Barzini suddenly lets go of his whiskey glass, watching as the glass shatters to pieces over the floor and the alcohol spills free onto the wood.
Barzini covers his face with shame, feeling a knot of heavy emotions cause him to feel nauseous almost instantly with unimaginable guilt.
A heavy silence sits in the air between the two men for a minute as they ponder, having nothing else to say to each other.
“I will apologize to Gabriella,” Barzini finally speaks, raising his head out of his hands.
“You can’t,” Tattaglia frowns. “You can’t do anything anymore.”
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[ 1921 ]
“Gabriella… Little Gabriella.” You’re the first-born daughter in your family to four older brothers, and the eldest to your twin sister, born just forty minutes apart.
Although your mother went into labor knowing she’d welcome two children instead of one on June 19th, 1921, nothing could surpass the joy your mother and father felt when you were born.
Just as your four eldest brothers had been born, your mother gave birth to you and your twin sister Bella at home, surrounded by two Italian-American nurses from the community who had helped your mother through her previous deliveries.
Your parents weren’t sure what to expect when your mother realized she was pregnant with her fifth child since the last four children she gave birth to were all boys.
“Will it be another boy this time?” Your father chuckled and placed his hand over the top of your mother’s seven-month-old baby bump. “Perhaps two boys?”
“Oh, please,” your mother let out a laugh, “we have more than enough boys. I would love a daughter this time around. One boy and one girl, or twin girls even.”
“What a dream that would be,” your father grinned. “It seems like we’ve had all the luck in the world for having sons. No matter,” he leaned over, kissing your mother’s baby bump gently. “Boy or girl loved all the same. Spoiled like his or her other siblings. Only two this time…” He pulled away, looking up at your mother. “I can’t wait to meet them, darling.”
“Me too, sweetheart,” your mother blushed and laced both of her hands with your father’s. “Two more additions to the family. You know what I said when we first married? About baby names?”
“I do, mhmm,” your father nodded. “You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.”
“I do,” your mother smiled warmly. “I still do.”
“Of course. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I still remember,” he gave your mother’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I hope this time we get to meet little Gabriella.”
“I hope so too, my love.”
Even before you were born, you were loved. The idea of you was loved, your name was loved, and everything and anything you could be from birth to adulthood to old age was loved.
Nothing compared to how overwhelmed with joy your mother felt when she smiled up weakly at you, tears in her eyes from excruciating contractions hitting her again and again to see and hear one of the nurses declare, “it’s a girl!”
Before your mother went back into labor to give birth to your twin sister forty minutes later, she held you in her arms and cooed to you through her tears of happiness. “Gabriella… Gabriella...”
She kissed your cheeks wet with tears as your father let you hold his finger with your tiny hand, looking down upon you with so much love and happiness.
You were born into this world loved and welcomed just as your siblings were, and just as you would always be.
Your twin sister and you were born to the Giordano family; a family that came from money which was no secret nor meant to be one.
Your father, Francesco Giordano, better known as “Frankie” by his friends and business partners, was born in Sicily, but your grandparents had already been living in and had immigrated to New York.
Your father came from a lengthy family history of educated individuals; spanning seven generations of university graduates and had graduated from Columbia University himself in 1912.
Your mother, Rosa nee De Luca, who was born in Long Island, New York to Sicilian parents, had met your father in that same year.
Having many connections or even just one to a crime family served to be the best for anyone’s interests, even those who didn’t want to get “involved” indirectly or directly, and then there are always individuals who wouldn’t mind the close ties with the mafia so as long as they stray from direct intervention or get too close, could always reap the benefits of work connections by having powerful friends in powerful places.
Your father and his family practiced the same mantra as many others; don’t get too close to the mafia to avoid getting burned, by maintaining a healthy business relationship and community friendliness.
Since the days of your great-grandfather, your father inherited the ownership of several small banks that his family had started; serving the local community and operating for middle-class families with day-to-day funds, support for home ownership, and loans.
The success of your father’s family business in banking was steady and promising, working out very well to attract a clientele of all kinds from the Italian-American community in particular.
Your father built his business connections where your grandfather left off but also started new ones with the Italian community in the neighborhood and area as well as being involved with all of the crime families himself, but with some more than others.
Everyone, including the mafia, knows Frankie Giordano to be an honest businessman who makes a living to feed his family. Your father also happens to be smart and witty about it too.
Frankie Giordano built a name for himself without feeding off of his father’s legacy and thus deepened the trust and bond the Giordano family already had with the mafia when it came to loans and money laundering.
One could say your father always went to the bank laughing, and the mafia made sure of that for the excellent service rendered by the Giordano banks.
Your father also knew that his future wife—your mother—would benefit greatly from that, and thus so would all of his and her children.
Your father had no intention of keeping the truth and ties of his business affairs from you, your twin sister Bella, or any of your brothers for that matter. He would only wait to tell you all in due time when you’d be mature enough to understand and process it.
Even if in the future and all grown up none of you were remotely interested in the booming world of business and finance, you’d at least benefit immensely from inheritance and the steady flow of wealth and investments.
Your father’s closest business partners were that of the Corleone and Tattaglia families, although the Barzini’s were getting close enough to join the list too.
Your family is protected from conflicting interests and possible hostilities between rival families because your father’s business is legal, public and there’s mutual respect and understanding of what your family’s banks provide with respect grandfathered in.
Despite Frankie Giordano’s wealth and success, your father was never the type of man to flaunt or brag—just maintaining his work ethic with dedication like none other; traits you would indeed inherit from him.
In many ways, your father would see a lot of himself in you as you grew older, such as the fact you too could see light at the end of every tunnel and that you also valued family and morals over money and power.
Such traits and beliefs made your father a true family man under times of turmoil and stress, and it also helped you understand the world around you better.
Your father married your mother, Rosa, in 1914 after almost two years of courtship with no intention to push or rush their relationship for the sake of tying the knot quickly.
Your mother comes from a family of wealthy socialites who built upon their wealth by investing and simply being connected to the right people.
Your parents met each other through a social outing when your mother’s family became all the more interested in investing in Giordano family banks.
“It’s one thing to believe in something such as love at first sight. Love can be so fickle, but when it happens to you, it changes you completely,” your mother had once told you.
The wit and cunning your mother showed growing up as a young woman were learned from family members around her and would no doubt pass on to you as well.
Through your mother, you also discovered your passion and love for art and botany, whereas your twin sister Bella felt the same and was more connected to architecture, nature, and the outdoors.
When your parents settled down and planned to have a family of their own, your brothers, you, and your sister would come from and be born into a family of love and respect that could never be unbound.
You knew from a very young age early on that your parents loved each other very much, and although all couples disagree and have their fights, you still can’t recall a single moment where you heard your parents raise their voices at each other in front of you, let alone fight or argue in front of you and your siblings either.
Growing up, all you knew is you loved and wished for the same peace and calm love your parents shared.
You don’t want to be “madly” in love; you want a peaceful and understanding love—the kind your mother and father share with each other with the kind of expectations they lived through and passed onto you.
Everything you’ve learned about love was through your parents, and it set your heart’s wants and needs as a young woman.
Your mother, who is not easily impressed by just anything, had taught you to be the same and explore your options with all things when you were a teenager.
“What pleases the eye once may not do so the second time. The world is filled with options. Your heart will know what’s best for you.”
While your mother was eighteen years old when she married your father, she gave birth to your eldest brother—Luca—in 1915.
Right up until your mother’s maternity leave, she was a private art teacher in New York City who specialized in teaching about painting; classical, renaissance, religious, and abstract.
Your mother would not return back to teaching part-time until 1936 when your sister Bella and you were about fifteen years old and the family could easily sustain and take care of itself throughout the day.
Your mother also preferred to teach part-time instead of full-time before she began to have children because she preferred to spend most of her time with the grandchildren she welcomed over the years.
Coming up to 1939, you and your sister were eligible bachelorettes in your family alongside one bachelor brother—Giani—but it would be you, the most eligible bachelorette considering your circumstances and your sister’s traveling abroad that would not only bring you upon him—Santino Corleone—but the Corleone family and their history with the Giordano’s in due time.
[ 1920, Hell’s Kitchen, New York ]
“There will never be come a day—” Francesco says, sketching out the outline of a small olive branch over a scrap piece of paper in front of him, “where they outlaw this, my friend. Never. The olive? They could not,” your father admires his sketch, darkening the two olives he drew hanging on the branch. “The olive provides too much—it does too much. You buy it from Vito Corleone—Genco Olive Oil—” he smiles up at Vito who returns the warm expression, popping a black olive in his mouth from the small platter in front of them.
“And you use it in your cooking,” your father continues, taking an olive and putting it in his mouth. “It’s too versatile, too much of a need for the average family to outlaw.”
“I can’t see any Italian family without a bottle in their home,” Vito chuckles quietly.
“Exactly,” your father points out, reaching into the drawer beneath him for a moment.
Vito glances over curiously, watching as Francesco pulls out a concealed bottle of unopened Jack Daniel’s whiskey before setting it on the front counter in front of him.
“You don’t have to worry about the repercussions of buying a bottle or whole barrel of olive oil. This though,” your father taps the back of his fingernails against the bottle of alcohol. “Is a crime. This bottle here.”
Vito raises a curious brow; amusement twinkling in his eyes as to how nonchalantly your father pulled out a bottle of unopened whiskey.
“My father’s favorite drink served on ice. Bought and sold everywhere, now it’s illegal,” Francesco chuckles, shaking his head. “Now, buying and selling alcohol is illegal. Just like that.”
“They could never expect to stop everyone from doing so,” Vito chimes in.
“Exactly, my friend,” your father begins to open up the bottle, grabbing two small glasses from the cupboard beneath the front counter at which he and Vito sit. “They never can, but they know they never could. I don’t know how much longer this silliness will last, but,” Francesco begins to pour Vito and himself a glass of whiskey, “there’s plenty more of where this came from. No questions asked, no eyebrows raised.”
A curious look crosses Vito’s eyes as he takes his glass of whiskey before glancing down at it. Naturally, he immediately begins to wonder how many bottles Francesco has, where he got them from, how he got them, and where they’ll go.
“You are the most resourceful friend I know,” Vito comments, “do I need to ask?”
“You can,” your father replies, knowing, of course, Vito’s curiosity is only normal and expected, “if we can come to an agreement first, my friend.”
Your father was the first man to lend Vito Corleone money; give him his first full loan just by knowing his full name and without any interest.
Your father gave Vito a chance—one of his first chances—without even knowing it, and through such a chance came one lucrative business opportunity after another.
If your father and Vito were involved in something, then it meant there was plenty of money to be made under the table without asking questions and with no risk of getting caught.
Whether your father and Vito formally acknowledged it or not, they were a duo of sorts.
Your father trusted Vito while knowing Vito was indeed settling the roots of his one crime family just as the other mafia families in New York were.
Your father didn’t care about Vito’s involvement in crime or anything of the sort; your father was and is a banker by trade and name, and money always talked.
With prohibition starting in 1920 with a surplus of alcohol to be smuggled from your father’s contacts in Canada, there was nothing but profit to be made from the business for however long prohibition would last.
Securing and solidifying a strong friendship already, the prohibition era would make both your family and Vito’s very wealthy from the moment Vito smiled and shook your father’s hand in agreement, knowing all the same.
That was hardly the beginning of the Giordano and Corleone family’s friendship and ties with one another.
That same year, Vito Corleone would kill Don Fanucci.
Despite the concept being thought of by everyone who had the misfortune to know Fanucci, many didn’t believe Fanucci would be outright killed.
It was merely something men fantasized about to set themselves free of the financial obligations Fanucci put forward and fears they would be killed, extorted, go missing, or worse.
Taking Fanucci out was a fantasy, nobody could do it except for Vito Corleone.
If it was anyone your father had faith in to stand up to a brutish man like Fanucci, it was Vito Corleone, but your father also didn’t expect Vito to murder Fanucci the way he did and so soon.
On that fateful day, your father was closing up his main bank’s branch for the day; having put up the “closed” sign on the front door and lowered the blinds more than halfway down.
He had not yet locked the front door since he was up at the front anyway, and your father would be able to see anyone coming to approach the bank’s entrance before they could even think of trying the door.
At that time, your father was counting some of the spare change in one of the last drawers quietly, noting that it was 5:30 PM and rush hour had fully kicked in.
Humming quietly to himself, Francesco put the spare change in his pocket before closing up the cash register and locking it with his key.
Only for a moment did your father look up to see the faint figure of a passerby without paying too much attention to it.
In a few moments from now, Francesco would lock up the bank and head home; your mother was expecting him with a hot meal on the table and she was pregnant with you and your twin sister Bella at the time.
In a good mood and having enjoyed his work day, your father slowly began to stop humming upon hearing footsteps from that same figure grow closer to the bank’s front door.
Your father knew it wasn’t someone out strolling or wandering, but rather approaching the bank directly and standing in front of the door.
Your father kept his hand over his pistol carefully concealed underneath an old polishing rag on the front counter while watching the figure’s movements by the door.
It was then that Francesco noticed who the figure was, seeing no cause for panic or alarm.
It was Peter Clemenza, and he was revealing himself to your father to avoid a bullet in between the eyes at this hour.
Clemenza lifted up the “closed” sign in front of the door and peeked his head in; urgency in his eyes and beckoning with his hands to be let in.
Your father moved his hand away from the pistol and gestured for Clemenza to enter since the door wasn’t locked.
Sighing in relief, Clemenza quickly entered and shut the door behind him instantly, wasting no time.
Your father could easily tell Clemenza was alarmed but didn’t have a look on his face that spelled it was his problem.
Before your father could barely blink or open his mouth to ask Clemenza what was going on, Clemenza immediately stated, “Fanucci is dead.”
Your father stared back at him in shock, pausing for a moment to take everything in. “What? Dead?”
“Dead,” Clemenza confirms, locking the bank door and taking off his fedora. “I came over here as fast as I could to tell you.”
“Who else knows?” Francesco asked quietly.
“Roth, Genco, and Tessio so far,” Clemenza answered, catching his breath. “This is gonna send fuckin’ shockwaves throughout the neighborhood.”
“My God,” your father muttered under his breath, smoothening out the sides of his slicked-back hair. “And Vito? Does Vito know yet?”
Clemenza chuckles, shaking his head. “Who do you think did it, Frankie? Vito killed Fanucci. Shot that son of a bitch right in his own apartment. Don’t worry—“ He holds up a hand, “Vito handled everything.”
“Does he need anything?” Your father offered, stepping out from behind the front counter.
“Yeah, but I have a feeling you already know what,” Clemenza shrugged his shoulders. “That bastard Fanucci took half of our dime each and every time. He still dealt with your bank, right?”
“He has an account here,” Francesco nodded.
“Good,” Clemenza put his fedora back on, adjusting it. “Because everything in Fanucci’s account needs to all go to Vito now.”
It was true that Fanucci’s death, it now meant his money and assets held at the Giordano banks had to go somewhere, and your father couldn’t agree more to it going straight to Vito.
Fanucci had been stingy and extra hard on Vito over anyone, despite Vito being understanding and gentle to counter each and every time.
Still, Fanucci took hundreds of dollars worth of cuts from Vito’s pay every single time and still threatened to have him killed at the same time.
Francesco had no pity whatsoever towards Fanucci or his family, and if Vito was going to be the one taking back the money Fanucci stole from him and everyone else, then your father would agree to let it happen.
After all, Francesco knew Vito Corleone wasn’t the kind of man to take all that money and spend it on himself.
Vito proved your father’s beliefs about the security of Fanucci’s money and assets being transferred to Vito’s accounts when he saw for himself how Vito spread the money back into the Italian-American community and only taking the exact fair share that he kept track of since Fanucci began taking it.
Afterward, Francesco closed down Fanucci’s account at his bank and erased all existence and history of it, so if the police came around to ask questions, there wouldn’t be a single answer available.
Having Fanucci killed wasn’t something your father expected to happen in 1920—not while prohibition was still ongoing—and by Vito Corleone’s hand, nonetheless.
At the time, the only exciting news for Francesco Giordano was that he was expecting his wife to give birth to twin babies in the upcoming year.
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In 1921, you and your twin sister Gabriella were born.
Your family did not live in stress due to any direct involvement in mafia affairs or had any fears to worry about what the mafia and those associated with its lifestyle of crime were doing.
Nothing stopped your family from continuing to live out their lives as normal, peaceful, and lawful with the police and government as many see fit despite what your father had known, seen, and been involved with in the past year.
Your father promised himself that he would never do or say anything to jeopardize the safety and happiness of his family nor put his family in any situation where they would live in fear and become potential targets to anyone or anything.
After all, your father had been expecting the birth of you and your baby sister—experiencing fatherhood all over again and surprisingly to two daughters this time.
Nothing else needed to get in the way of Francesco Giordano when he was welcoming two little babies to his family. Nothing to stress out his wife either and Francesco made certain of this.
It was on June 19th, 1921 that your mother, Rosa, went into labor in the comfort of her own home for six hours to give birth to you and your twin sister.
The same nurses who helped your mother give birth to your brothers were at your mother’s side again as your father also sat with her and held your mother’s hand for comfort—wiping the sweat off of her forehead and making soft conversation.
Everyone involved kept Rosa as comfortable as they best could, remaining vigilant in observation and getting Rosa anything she may need.
“Ti amo,” (I love you) your father whispered in your mother’s ear. “Sei una donna forte e ce la farai.” (You’re a strong woman and you’re going to get through this.)
Your mother’s strength thick and thin always had your father in awe, and your father never left your mother’s side throughout the six hours of tedious and agonizing labor.
Neither of your parents will ever forget the overwhelming joy and excitement they felt hearing the nurse announce, “it’s a girl!” for the first time as your mother gave birth to you.
Your mother smiled throughout her tears as she reached out to hold you and your father teared up too, seeing that he now had a baby daughter.
Sobbing from nothing but happiness and relief, your mother held your tiny self in her arms for a few moments before her body would prepare again to give birth to your twin sister Bella in the next forty minutes.
“Gabriella, Gabriella…” Your father cooed softly, attempting to soothe you as you cried out in your mother’s arms. “Welcome to the world, my beautiful girl.”
If it was a shock to have a daughter after giving birth to so many little boys, the ultimate surprise was your parents realizing that they were having two daughters.
So many happy tears and laughter were shared in that room, relief washing over everyone and the exhaustion of labor beginning to kick in.
Your family welcomed you and your twin sister Bella to the world in 1921, and your mother and father held both you and Bella in their arms, whispering promises that they would love and protect you both no matter what; that they’d do anything to give you and your siblings a good life.
Your eldest brother, Luca, who was five years old at the time was ecstatic, as were four-year-old Romeo, Casio, and little Giani to welcome two baby sisters.
Truly, it was one of the happiest moments of your mother and father’s lives.
~
In 1922 as you and Bella were just little babies growing up, one thing had become all the more apparent to all men who lived in Long Island—particularly the Italian community and the one in Hell’s Kitchen too.
Crime families at this time had bonded and grown stronger with all the more influence now. They were too powerful to be considered Fanucci wannabees as they could no longer be reckoned with alone.
Such power and influence amidst crime families brought business and organization, but that also meant rampant crime and fear even if it was not always noticeable.
One had to be careful dealing with crime families for whatever reasons since rivalry, although relatively uncommon at the time did exist and caused enough trouble.
Your father was only allied with and close friends with Vito and the Corleone family at the time, so no rivalry concerned him.
“Let me know if you need anything else, my friend,” Francesco said, patting Vito’s shoulder. “I can find a way to get funds to you in Sicily in less than two days if needed.”
“I will be fine, Frankie. Thank you,” Vito chuckled and smiled at your father. “I’m very grateful and appreciative for all the help you’ve provided my family and me.”
“You know I can say the same to you,” Francesco nodded back. “I’m too used to seeing you down these neighborhoods. You’ll be missed, Vito Corleone, but this trip is just what you need, isn’t it? For family and for peace.”
“Exactly,” Vito reaffirmed, “I won’t put it off longer than I need to. Don Ciccio is a withered old man now but he doesn’t deserve to die from something so merciful such as old age.”
“I agree,” Francesco replied. “He is a vile and sick man obsessed with power. He always has been. Maybe once he’s finally out of the picture, the rest of us can peacefully return to Sicily for a family trip as we wish to.”
“Many have said the same to me before,” Vito frowned. “I doubt Ciccio will remember me, but that is exactly what I will use to my advantage. It didn’t have to be this way, but…” Vito stroked his chin, “I lost my entire family to that foul man.”
“You don’t need to justify it to me or anyone else, Vito,” Francesco shook his head. “His death is in your hands now. You know I would come to aid you if I could. Either way, I support you.”
“I know you would, my friend, which is why we must part ways for now,” warmth flickered in Vito’s eyes. I can’t do this to you; you just had your little girls and they need their father with them more than ever.”
“So as long as they get to see their godfather soon again,” your father grinned. “Rosa is expecting you and Carmela all ready for dinner. Mrs. Corleone is expecting now too, is she not?”
“Indeed,” Vito beamed. “And we are taking little Michael to Sicily for this time on this trip.”
At that time, Carmela Corleone was pregnant with her first and only daughter, Constanzia.
“Ah, little Michael,” your father’s eyes lit up. “No naughtiness from the little man, I hope?”
“He’s a good, quiet young man,” Vito let out a soft laugh. “This trip will give him more stories to listen to about Sicily since he won’t remember it when he’s older.”
“Of course,” your father smiled, “just keep that fiery Santino by your side.”
“Carmela says the same,” Vito pointed out. “Don’t worry, I will. He’s a good boy too, I promise, although he could benefit from learning more manners.”
“Can’t we all?” Laughing, the two men shared a farewell hug.
“Be careful and be well, Vito,” your father cautioned. “Enemies may still be lurking in Sicily, looking for you, especially if you seek revenge.”
“It’ll be as if I wasn’t even there.”
~
[ 1939, Present Day ]
The first to welcome their first children into the Corleone family with Carmela and Vito Corleone excited to welcome a grandchild are Tom and Theresa Hagen; expecting their first baby early next year.
It’s no surprise that at first all eyes were on Santino—the eldest son of the Corleone family—to settle down and start a family first instead of Tom or anyone else, despite Tom being the same age—twenty three.
The only difference between the two men in terms of settling down to have a family was that Tom is in love with an investing in his love life and marriage with Theresa, an American woman, whereas Sonny hardly knows what “settling down” means.
It’s only in Sonny’s best interest to switch from one woman to another, a one nightstand again and again with no care as to how others may see Sonny to be very promiscuous with no shame or intent to stop sleeping around to even think about marrying someone.
Celebrating the baby shower for Tom and Theresa planned today, the nature of the event to both Tom and Theresa is private and intimate, hence their invitations only being sent out to the closest friends of the Corleone family.
Only the Giordano’s, Barzini’s and Cuneo’s are invited today with the vast majority of the women helping with the cooking back inside and the men upstairs in Don Corleone’s office.
Despite the family history with the Giordano’s, this is the first time you’re attending a Corleone family event and the very first time you’ll be visiting the Corleone estate.
Your father and brothers have visited the Corleone’s numerous times previously and know them better than any other business partner or friend, but neither you nor Bella have had the opportunity to yourselves.
Bella is more than halfway through her first semester at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna however, leaving you to be the only woman of the family next to your mother.
With the baby shower celebrations ongoing this afternoon in the courtyard of the Corleone estate to enjoy the fresh spring air and sun, men seeing Vito Corleone inside present Don Corleone with gifts meant for the expecting couple out of respect first.
Connie carefully balances one gift box over another by a table reserved just for baby shower gifts, making sure the presents don’t topple over one another from solely the sheer number of how many there are.
Arriving just five minutes after your father and brother, your chauffer passes clearance at the main gates of the Corleone estate before slowly beginning to park inside.
Your father and brothers have joined Barzini and Cuneo’s sons upstairs in Vito’s office where Sonny, Tom and Fredo also remain, but Michael—the youngest son of the Corleone family—is away at Dartmouth College for study.
Once the topic at hand ends in Vito’s office, Tom will come back out to the courtyard to thank and meet all the guests at the baby shower himself.
The rest of the men are not expected to in order to keep a low profile and spend as much time discussing business with Don Corleone as possible.
The only Corleone family member you know personally is Carmella and you’ve enjoyed every bit of time you’ve gotten to spend with her in the past when Carmela came to visit and bake desserts with you and your mother from time to time.
You know you’ll be meeting Theresa—the one expecting—and Connie Corleone as well for the first time.
“Benvenuti, miei cari!” (Welcome, my darlings!) Carmela happily blurts as she rushes down to the gates to greet you and your mother the moment you two step out of the vehicle.
“Carmela!” Your mother beams, pulling her into a warm hug. “Come stai dolcezza? È da parecchio tempo!” (How are you, honey? It’s been so long!)
“Yes, it has!” Carmela lets out a soft laugh before she cups your cheeks gently. “È passato tanto tempo perché guarda Gabriella! Adesso è diventata una bellissima giovane donna!” (It has been so long because look at Gabriella! She's all grown up now into a beautiful young woman!)
“Hi, Mama Corleone,” you giggle back, giving her a hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”
“And you as well, honey—mwah,” Carmela kisses both of your cheeks again, “she’s grown up to be such a beauty, hasn’t she?”
“Very much so,” your mother happily agrees. “And I’m excited for her to meet your girls!”
“As am I!” Carmela gestures excitedly, “come on in, ladies. All the men are already inside seeing Vito, I doubt they’ll even bother to come step out but in any case—that doesn’t matter. We’re all very excited for Theresa expecting her little one soon!”
“How far along is she?” You ask, walking into the Corleone estate grounds with your mother and Carmela.
“She’s about seven months pregnant now,” Carmela answers. “I can’t wait to introduce you to her. I know all you lovely ladies will get along just fine!”
Before you can say anything else, you step into the Corleone estate’s courtyard with Carmela and your mother to be hit with awe from the beauty of the estate surrounding you.
A gazebo stands in the further end of the courtyard with the manor itself built in a classic American style but with small details to Italian architecture.
The courtyard in which you stand in is surrounded by a blossoming garden, spotless and filled with ample enough space to host over four hundred people comfortably.
“So beautiful,” you murmur in surprise; momentarily turning back to see your chauffer placing the carefully wrapped giftboxes filled with the presents your mother and you chose for the baby shower by the table with the other gifts.
For your baby shower gift to Tom and Theresa, you picked out an abundance of cotton diapers, two bibs, three different pacifiers and a baby mat.
As your mother and Mama Corleone are lost in conversation, you look up to see a heavily pregnant woman—Theresa—rise up from her seat at her table with her hand over her baby bump.
Petite frame, blonde with bright eyes and American, Theresa’s eyes land on you as another woman approaches her by her side—a Sicilian—who looks like a striking combination of Carmela and Vito combined.
You assume this must be Connie—the only daughter of the Corleone family that your mother and Mama Corleone lead you up to now for introductions.
“Here is our lovely Theresa!” Carmela gestures to the pregnant young woman. “Seven months in with her little one already. Theresa, this is the daughter of my best friend, Gabriella. Her family is from Sicily too.”
“Hello,” Theresa shyly reaches out her hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriella.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Theresa,” you give her a polite smile, shaking her hand back. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you!” Theresa’s eyes light up.
“And this is my daughter, Connie,” Carmela introduces Connie to you next, and you immediately notice Connie is much less shyer than her sister-in-law Theresa with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes from being introduced to you.
“Hi Gabriella,” Connie grins, “are you the only daughter in your family too?”
“Not exactly,” you let out a laugh, “I have a twin sister but she’s studying abroad.”
“Ah, lucky you! I’m the only sister,” Connie gives your hand a warm squeeze.
“I know what it’s like to grow up with many brothers around you, trust me,” you giggle back, knowing from what your mother told you that the Corleone’s are almost just as big of a family as yours and with many sons.
“Tell me about it,” Connie holds back her laughter and it immediately strikes you that Connie appears to be type of woman you can easily get along with and make the best of friends with her.
Just as warm, loving and trusting as Connie seems, you also can’t push past or ignore how you pick up an explainable kind of yearning sadness behind Connie’s eyes too.
Just as you’re thinking, Connie’s yearning to make a friend with someone like you and knowing she can easily be able to do so considering how close your families are; both of you around the same age and with familiar backgrounds.
Back inside Don Corleone’s office, greetings, congratulations and humble gift giving to Vito Corleone for Tom and Theresa’s baby shower has come to an end as Tom smiles to himself and keeps the stack of guests in the corner of Vito’s office and takes his seat again near his father.
A glass of richly aged bourbon is served for all of the men and Vito’s office door remains slightly ajar to help keep the air from getting stuffy from cigarette smoke.
“But the war,” Sonny begins, unamused, “it doesn’t mean too much for us, anyway.”
“Not at all,” your father says, shaking his head. “It’s a shame with all the bloodshed going on in Europe right now, but our interests remain the same and our assets here are protected.”
“We expect a prosperous new decade of us nonetheless,” Don Barzini adds.
“As do I,” Vito agrees. “One can only be concerned so much as to what strangers abroad are doing or how they risk their lives. We must work together so there’s no war between our families and only peace.”
“I have to say,” Tom speaks up, “to have no rivalry despite working with our families and their investments is impressive, Mr. Giordano.”
“I appreciate your praise, Tom,” Francesco gives Tom a polite smile. “In this line of work, I had to be a salesman and businessman. I hope our families can continue to be civil and work with one another. I know my wife enjoys the company of our family get-togethers and it would also be good for Gabriella as well, considering her sister is in Austria.”
“Ah, how is she?” Vito’s eyes light up in interest. “Enjoying her time abroad?”
“Indeed,” your father nods happily, “Bella is taking a varieties of courses on subjects in the arts, especially music and literature It’s good for her to broaden her horizons but I miss her, and I think Gabriella does too, of course.”
“Ah, very understandable,” Don Cuneo nods.
‘Gabriella?’ Sonny blinks, thinking to himself. ‘Who is she?’
“Michael is the same,” Vito gives his shoulders a shrug. “He is at Dartmouth now and I am proud of him for entering study in political science.”
“He doesn’t wish to follow in your footsteps, Vito?” Don Barzini smirks.
“He wants no involvement whatsoever,” Vito shakes his head. “Which is more than fine with me. Michael seeks a career in politics. I say sometimes American politics can be so foolish, but Michael can also be stubborn when he wants to. Nonetheless,” Vito places his hands down upon his desk, “I’m very proud of him.”
“Indecisive, perhaps?” Your father suggests.
“Nah,” Sonny interrupts, scoffing. “Michael wants to do everything and anything.”
“He is the youngest after all,” Tom chuckles quietly. “Then my sister Connie who is the youngest child of the family.”
“Ah, the lovely Connie,” Francesco smiles warmly, “of course. Michael is a bachelor, then?”
“All my sons are, except Tom,” Vito answers, somewhat unhappy about his answer. “Perhaps that will change, won’t it, Fredo?” Vito gives Fredo a gentle pat on the shoulder.
“Sure, Pop,” Fredo says back sheepishly.
“And Santino’s a different story,” Vito continues, gesturing to his eldest son.
“I dunno,” Sonny chuckles to himself, shrugging his shoulders. “Marriage isn’t really something on my mind just yet, you know.”
“Would you like to marry in the future, though?” Don Cuneo asks him.
“I do,” Sonny nods, “have some kids, a family—settle down, yeah. Why not? I just don’t think I got any opportunity to now but I’m not the kind of man who would push it all away.”
Vito nods, staring back down at his drink in hopes the conversation about Sonny being a bachelorette will change in the next few moments, for the sake of the Corleone family’s dignity.
Vito knows everyone else in the room is just as away of Sonny’s promiscuous behaviour and lifestyle as he is, after all.
~
Out in the courtyard with the ladies and you, most of the conversation continues with your mother, Theresa and Carmela, all giddy about Theresa’s pregnancy.
“Congratulations again, honey,” your mother tells Theresa, “how has it been for you so far? An easy pregnancy, I hope.”
“A little difficult, honestly,” Theresa admits, sheepishly. “It’s improving though.”
“It will for baby number two as well,” Carmela chimes in.
You turn back to Connie and smile, inviting a conversation of your own that she starts.
“Welcome, Gabriella,” Connie says to you, “it’s honestly nice to put a name to a face at last. Mama has told me a bit about you and your sister but we surprisingly never had the chance to meet.”
“I know,” you pout, “I wish we could have met one another much sooner. My twin sister is in Austria right now, actually, so she has no chance at all yet. You know, touring Western Europe when she feels up to an adventure. I’m not so lucky or adventurous though,” you laugh.
“Neither am I,” Connie admits, “it’s refreshing to meet someone like you. What’s Bella in Austria for?”
“Art school,” you reply, smoothening out your shirtwaist dress. “Art has always been a passion for Bella, mostly music, literature and art history.”
“Must run in the family then,” Connie beams at you, “mama told me both you and your mother are artists too.”
Flattered, you nod eagerly with a smile. “We’d like to say so! It runs within the ladies of the family. I adore fine art like sculpture and art history, but personally, it’s not my passion.”
“Applied arts then, maybe?” Connie offers, growing further interested in the conversation at hand.
“Something like that,” you ponder for a moment, “I prefer painting, like mama. I’ve always loved doing so.”
“Wow,” Connie murmurs to herself, “do you have any inspirations for making art?”
“Maybe not the answer you’re looking for—” you chuckle sheepishly, “but I’d honestly have to say emotions inspire me, and my environment. Even the weather—small things like that. Artists like Van Gogh and Monet also inspire me.”
“That’s amazing,” Connie brushes back a curtain of her dark hair behind her ear. “Mama had actually been telling me earlier about the private art school your mother teaches at and…I was honestly thinking about enrolling to get a feel for myself but I wasn’t entirely too sure.”
“Definitely go for it,” you can scarcely hide the enthusiasm in your tone. “Mama would be more than happy to guide you along the way too. I still attend when I have the time and you could too for passion or for credentials. There’s something for everyone.”
“Absolutely,” your mother chimes into the conversation. “I would love to show you around the school as well, Constanzia. Someday, Gabriella will have to show you her paintings.”
“I would like that very much,” Connie smiles back politely. “I can tell she’s very talented.”
“Thank you,” you blush.
“She’s a nurse by trade, did you know that?” Mama Corleone adds, causing both Theresa and Connie’s eyes to widen in surprise.
“I am,” you admit, noticing how proud your mother looks next to you. “Practice and passion versus hobbies and passion.”
“Wow,” Theresa breathes, “that’s wonderful. How do you like nursing, Gabriella?”
“So far, so good,” you giggle quietly. “I’m fairly new to the practice but I’ve been tending to some injured soldiers lately. It’s practical, and I’m excited to see where the career takes me.”
“A nurse at a baby shower, how nice!” Theresa gushes.
~
With business conversation endlessly continuing in Vito’s office, Sonny remains to be the only one itching to get out of his seat and at least take cigarette break from the stuffy talk he has no need to contribute too.
Then again, Sonny’s more obligated to listen and consider every word coming out of Vito’s mouth wisely due to being his father’s successor and having to expect the same business talks directed towards him someday.
“You can tell Luca,” Vito gestures to Sonny, grabbing his attention. “Give him a call and let him know, since he won’t listen to Tom anyway.”
Chuckles fill the room as Sonny gives a nod, sighing in relief under his breath and beginning to rise from his seat.
You’ve just stepped into the Corleone manor for a quick bathroom break after getting some much needed directions from Connie on how to navigate the estate; unable to stop yourself from gazing and admiring the furniture and fixtures of the stunning foyer.
Remembering Connie’s words on reaching the first bathroom, you begin to head down the hallway when you momentarily stop in your tracks to sneeze.
Covering your nose, you sneeze quietly and sniffle—instantly feeling a momentary sharp prickle in your nostrils.
Blinking, you continue walking forward—albeit slowly—due to being distracted by the small throbbing pain beginning to start in your nose.
“Ugh…” You rub your nose tenderly, eyes widening in surprise to see droplets of blood over your fingers.
A split second passes before you sneeze again, realizing the culprit is the stuffy and somewhat dust filled air in the hallway getting to you.
It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve experienced something similar, but it annoys you to no avail nonetheless.
You cover your nose and continue heading towards where you assume the nearest bathroom is, being careful so as not to spill any blood on the mahogany floorboards or onto your dress.
“Found it yet?!” You hear Connie’s voice echo down from the foyer as she peaks her head inside the estate.
“Yes, don’t worry!” You let out a half muffled call back, spotting the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you back outside!” Connie shouts, shutting the front door behind her.
The “yes, don’t worry!” you proclaimed out catches Sonny’s interest instantly; the sound of an unfamiliar, yet sweet voice he’s never heard before.
Stunned, Sonny’s unable to focus on anything else and drowns out the chatter and noise from Vito’s office before he exits out into the hallway and shuts the door of Vito’s office behind him.
You sneeze again, whimpering out of annoyance as you feel blood beginning to trickle from your nose.
Following every sound you make, Sonny furrows his brows and walks downstairs and towards the hallway cautiously—both hands in the pockets of his dress trousers.
Only a split second later does Sonny spot you; an unfamiliar woman with your back facing him, wearing a burgundy swing dress with white kitten heels, your hair curled over your shoulders and more peculiarly, how you clutch your hand over your nose.
“Are you alright?” Sonny speaks out to you, coming closer to step into your line of view.
You blink, assuming one of the Corleone family’s bodyguards or security must have heard you sneezing and walking around the manor by now, but when you turn around you can tell just by the posture and amused expression over the stranger’s face that he’s neither.
Sonny and you don’t know one another nor have you seen each other before. You’re not even aware of what the Corleone men’s names are besides Tom and Vito, and you just learned Tom’s today through Theresa.
Blush instantly hits your cheeks as you feel your skin warm at the sight of Sonny. This man is tall with a slim but lean, fit build; sharp shoulders giving Sonny a firm build, his hair in brunette curls and his jawline chiselled with a smirk over his face.
There’s an air of confidence over Sonny and you can already tell with just a glance that he’s someone important.
You assume just by Sonny’s body language across from you that aggressiveness isn’t unheard of from him, but he seems intrigued and even friendly towards you.
“Oh, fine, thank you,” you answer back, still covering your nose. “I didn’t imagine it to be so stuffy down here.”
Sonny chuckles, stepping closer to you before taking one hand out of his pocket to gesture around to the walls. “The walls in this place are older than you and be combined. Don’t mind that.”
You gaze up at Sonny, unable to stop yourself from blushing as he gets closer to you.
You lower your hand away from your face without even realizing it, revealing your bloody nose to Sonny.
Sonny barely reacts to the sight of blood over your face but the look upon his face that he gives you doesn’t appear the way one would gaze at a stranger or someone they’ve met for the first time; the look in Sonny’s eyes may as well tell him he’s known you his whole life.
Sonny wants to ask you if he’s seen you somewhere or if the two of you know each other from some time ago, but something urges him to keep quiet, knowing the answer must be no.
Sonny’s muscles tense from a rush of arousal hitting him at the sight of you, already wildly attracted to you with no intention of denying it.
“Here,” Sonny reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a neatly folded, silk handkerchief before handing it to you. “Don’t let it bleed all over you now.”
You hesitate for a moment, not at Sonny’s kindness but the expensive cloth he’s just handed you to wipe your nose with.
A warm, playful smile crosses Sonny’s lips as he reads through your hesitancy. “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”
Sonny knows better. An unfamiliar woman in his house with Mr. Giordano visiting? He’s already beginning to figure you out. Luckily, he didn’t assume you’re Bella.
“I am,” blushing, you answer a little out of breath and take the silk handkerchief from Sonny. “Thank you so much…” Your voice trails off as you realize you don’t know this man’s name.
“Santino Corleone,” Sonny introduces himself t you. “But everyone calls me Sonny.”
‘So he IS a Corleone…’
“Sonny,” you repeat, feeling your cheeks stinging with blush. “Thank you.”
Sonny grins, extending out a hand to shake yours as you wipe your nose with your free one. “It’s nice to meet you at last, Miss Giordano.”
As you shake Sonny’s hand back, you feel the same current of arousal rushing through him go through you.
“We haven’t met before, have we?” Sonny finally asks, unable to shake off the belief that he’s more than just familiar with you.
“This would be the first time,” you shake your head, “it’s nice to meet you as well. I’ve yet to meet your whole family yet, but,” you smile shyly, “thank you for having us to celebrate Tom and Theresa.”
“Thanks for coming,” Sonny smirks, “you’ve probably met Theresa already but Tom will be out in a moment and then you can see him too.”
You don’t notice Sonny’s eager eyes gazing up and down at your figure a split second after.
“Were you looking for someone or something?” Sonny asks you.
“Just the bathroom,” you admit, sheepishly. “I…” Your nose has fortunately stopped bleeding, but you look at the silk handkerchief in your hand to see the crimson mess staining through it.
“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Sonny scoffs; he couldn’t care less about the damn handkerchief.
“If you insist,” you begin to carefully fold the handkerchief in the palm of your hand. “It’s just about the whole reason why I came in.”
“Fair enough,” Sonny forces his eyes off of yours, gesturing further down the hallway. “Unless the whole baby shower is waiting for you to get back, I’ll help you out here. Give you a tour of the estate and every bathroom you can find in here.”
“Oh, Mr—” you correct yourself immediately, “Sonny—I would like that very much but I don’t want to interrupt what you’re doing for something like that—”
“Believe me, I insist,” Sonny interrupts, smiling at you. “Guests come first. It’s really no problem. Let me give you a proper tour around here.”
“Alright then,” you accept, smiling back at him. “If it’s no trouble with you, I’d love to.”
“Alright then, Miss Gabriella,” Sonny moves next to you, leading the way out of the hall. “Stay close to me, alright?”
Blushing furiously, you nod back at Sonny who looks over at you behind his shoulder. “I’m with you.”
There’s no doubt about it; had you refused to go along with Santino and returned back to the baby shower or simply didn’t choose to communicate or see Sonny again after today, of course your life would be different. Either way, it would have changed.
What would you know now in this fleeting moment that couldn’t possibly mean anything else to you, trusting in this influential man son to a powerful Don that you just met, feeling as if he’s suddenly wanted to treat you as someone else in his home other than a guest?
If anyone asked years from now, you would tell them the truth. Yes, you would follow Santino Corleone to the ends of the earth, to hell if you had to and beyond that to meet him in whatever life awaited you next.
This is just the beginning of what destiny has spelled out for you side to side with a man like Santino Corleone.
But for now, you follow Sonny in hopes you’ll get to know this kind stranger and the Corleone family better, because your heart is bound to give in sooner rather than later.
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bloodline. - masterlist
Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Rating: +16 for mentions of violence, death, chronic illness, kidnapping
Genre: mafia!AU, angst, action
Abbreviations: [F/n] – First name; [L/n] – Last name
Chapter 1: Bloodline
Chapter 2: Anathema
Chapter 3: La Belle
Chapter 4: Areté
Chapter 5: Exodus
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Hey there :) please could I request a one shot of Bruno bucciarati saving the reader from an enemy mafioso or her family and inducting her into his gang (before the events of golden wind) and what would the other guys reactions to her be. Could there be hints of romance please 💙💙💙
Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took me so long post. Hope you enjoy the story
The Bakers Daughter (Bruno Bucciarati x Reader)
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Small Summary: You work as a baker at a company owned by your father. when your father doesn't pay what he owes the boss hes given some time to round enough money to pay but instead he runs away and leaves you to clean up his mess
Small mentions: SPOILERS, near-death f!reader, blood, getting tortured, mention of la squadra spell check is out the window..
I never thought today would be my last day on this earth. Life's so cruel...
My eyes began to blur as I took my last breath. An image of Bucciarati came to mind, why am I thinking of him at a time like this? It seemed like he was swimming towards me, "Bru-no." How did this have to happen to me?
It was a day like any other, opening the bakery, helping customers, and what I loved the most baking! The bell on the door rang, "Welcome what can I get for you today?" I greeted a young man that walked in, he had a bowl cut for his hairstyle but it suited him nicely. He's been coming here every Saturday for the past few months. "Good morning Y/n, I'll have the usual."
"Ah yes, we'll have that out for you in a bit. Would you like anything else, sir?" I started to write down his total, "What would you recommend?" I pointed to the display of cookies and cakes, "We do have other sweet options like Frutta Martorana, Zeppole, and many others to name a few." he scanned the deserts in front of him. "Do you have strawberry shortcake?"
"Yes, we do, how many slices would you like on the cake?" I walked over to the dessert display and took out the cake he requested. "Twelve slices if that's alright." I smiled at him, "Sure thing." After cutting the cake I around up his total, "Okay that will be thirty dollars with seventy-three cents." He handed me two bills, "You can keep the change."
"Okay, thank you. Your sweets will be out in a few minutes mister..." I wanted to say his name but forgot we never exchanged our names, he knew my name cause I wore a name tag. "Bruno Bucciarati." I've heard that name before, most of the people in town talk about a guy named Bruno and how he always tries to help people in any way he can even though he's a Mafioso. "If you don't mind me asking what brings you to this part of town?"
"I had some business to attend to. Plus you guys do make some delicious desserts. I enjoy supporting companies such as yours."
"I see. Well, thank you for liking our deserts." As I packed up the deserts Bruno requested, the bell rang again, "Hi welcome what can I get..." When I looked up there were these two men, they'd been coming here for the past few months to speak with my father. They gave me a look, and I already knew what it meant. "He's in the back." The silver hair man walked in first and then the blonde guy followed. I continued packing the deserts and handed them to Bruno. "Here you go."
"Thank you. By safe Y/n... I'll come to visit the shop in a few days. My friends really enjoy your deserts." He took the box of deserts and left. We hadn't been getting a lot of business lately ever since those men started showing up. "This is a warning you better have it all by Thursday or else we're coming for you." They both left the bakery. I went to check up on my father he was on the ground crying. I knew that he was running his business with the Mafia but now it seems he's gotten himself into some serious issues. That's why mom left him when I was younger he's gotten into some sort of debt and now he has to pay the conscious.
Thursday came but those men didn't show, instead, Bucciarati came to the bakery. "Bucciarati it's nice to see you again. Do you want the usual?" I started to pull out some cookies. "Yes, thank you. How's business going?" He handed me the money, "Quite slow. Not a lot of people have been coming here lately." I handed him his change "I see."
"So what made you stop by, you usually come in on Saturdays." I started preparing the box and filling them with his order, "I like visiting you... Plus my friends and I wanted some sweets." He wanted to visit me? "Well, I'm glad you're here to visit and that you and your friends enjoy our deserts." I handed him the box he reached out for it and our hands touched slightly. "I'll come by another day. Hopefully, my friends can come with me so you can meet them." He smiled at me and then left.
A few days passed and those men showed up again, this time they had five other men with them. "Hey beautiful, where's your father? We have some business to handle with him." The man with the red leather coat spoke. That morning my father had left with a suitcase and said he would be back in a few days. "I'm sorry boys but he's not here. He went out early this morning." I took out some fresh baked goods handing them to the group, "Would you like some sweets or would you like to order something?" The man with blue hair and red glasses slapped the tray of sweets from my hand, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.
"What do you take us for some idiots? Did you seriously just offer us some sweets? Your father owes us money and if he isn't going to pay us then we-" The blonde hair man pushed him away from me and covered the man's mouth, "You'll have to excuse him, he's a bit... Crazy and hot-headed." He faced the group of men with him. "Y/n here works for her father but doesn't know about him working for us."
"I see... She'll be perfect for baby face though. Her eyes, lips, her features would be a perfect fit." The one with purple hair spoke he grabbed my face I could see a glow in his eyes, something wasn't right. "Melone stand down... We can use this to our advantage." The silver-haired man spoke, pushing Melone away from me. "Formaggio use Little feet. Illuso knock her out." Before I could even say anything I was now small, the size of what felt like a Barbie doll. I was standing on top of the counter. I quickly jumped off and tried making a run for the door. As I ran to the door I could hear the men laughing, someone picked me up by my shirt "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE PLEASE LET ME GO!" Tears began to fall as I realized that today might be my final day, the one they called Illuso hit me and everything was now dark.
The sound of water splashing echoed in my ear along with people talking from a distance.
"Wake up sweetheart." My head hurt, and there was a sharp pain in my throat; as if someone was holding a knife to it from the inside of my body. I tried moving but couldn't, my arms and legs were tied up to a chair. We were at a lake from what I could gather. "You're probably wondering what's going on or who we are... We're La Squadra, I'm Risotto. Your father owes us money, the boss isn't too pleased with him since he hasn't paid his dues. We warned him on our last visit that if he doesn't pay up then we'll kill him... But seeing as he's a no-show we'll have to kill you instead." I tried struggling against the ropes but it was no use, "Fight all you want, you won't make it out alive."
Looking at the group of men standing in front of me the blue hair man was holding a camera. "Your fathers next after you die. It seems your father took what little money he could and made a run for it; leaving you to clean up the mess he made." Why would he do this to me? "Once we get him we'll make him watch this video that records your very last moments here on earth. Being tortured by us and then drowning to death."
Tears slid down as they began to hit me. My screams were muffled due to the gag in my mouth, the pain was too much. I began coughing and felt something burst out of my throat. 'How am I still alive? How am I still breathing?!' I thought to myself. "Dump her in" Risotto gave the order and they pushed me into the water behind. I sank quickly; I kept trying to break free from the rope I wasn't gonna die down here not like this.
I was running out of oxygen. I looked up from where I fell seeing a dim light shine from the surface above. I'll just have to accept the fact that this is the end for me. "Y/n!" An image of Bruno came to mind, 'Why am I thinking of him at a time like this?' My head was now cloudy, my eyes blurry, and I couldn't move any part of my body. The last thing I remember seeing was a silhouette swimming toward me.
Where am I? My eyesight was still blurry I could only see a figure standing in front of me. Their mouth was moving but I couldn't hear a thing.
"Y/-"
"Y/n..."
"Y/N please wake up!"
I stood up coughing, "Y/n you're awake! I'm so glad!" The man hugged me. "Bruno?" He pulled away from the hug, it was Bruno. "Yes, it's me. I'm gonna take you somewhere safe... Stay with me okay!" He picked me up and started running, "Why did they do this to you?!"
"My father... The mafia... Money..." I couldn't formulate the words that I needed. I felt tired to speak. "Y/n please stay with me. I'll get you to a doctor but I need you to stay awake." He looked down at me and kept running the sounds of his footsteps began to fade.
When I came to I was in the hospital, Bruno was sitting in a chair sleeping next to the bed. How long has he been here?
"Bruno..." I whispered his name lightly shaking his arm. He opens his eyes, "Good you're awake. How are you feeling? Do you remember anything?"
"I'm okay. The last thing I remember was drowning... How did you find me?" He stood up walked toward the window looked outside and then walked back to me. He spoke in a hushed tone, "I've been keeping an eye on the bakery. Your father requested that I watched in case something were to happen to you. When you were thrown into the water I used my stand to rescue you." Stand? "What's a stand?" I asked him. "I'll explain later. The doctor will be coming here in a bit, when they ask you if you remember anything about the situation you were just in say that you don't remember, and if they ask where you used to work or how you know me tell them that you worked at Libeccio as a waiter." The door then opened a doctor and nurse walked in, Bruno excuse himself and left. They had asked me the same questions Bruno told me to answer, "Seems you may have some sort of amnesia, but it doesn't seem to serve. We'll be discharging you today. Bucciarati Said he'll take you in his care for a bit until you're able to recover." The doctor walked to the door, "We'll run some tests before you go and get the paperwork ready for you."
When they handed me the paperwork I noticed the name on it was wrong, I was gonna say something about it but I guess Bruno noticed and stopped me. We walked out of the hospital and towards his car, "I had to give you a fake name in case they worked for those men." I chuckled, "I get that but," I looked at the name that was written, "Why name me Uovo Sodo (Boiled Egg)?" He smiled and then chuckled, "I'm not so good at naming things, let's just leave it at that."
I started living with Bruno for a bit since I couldn't go home. He asked me if I wanted to join him and become a mafioso and join his team. He explained to me that he wanted to get rid of the mafia, drugs, and bad people like those men who tried to kill me. I agreed to join his team. He set a meeting with Polpo and soon after I joined Bruno's team.
We entered Libeccio I felt a bit nervous. Bruno placed his hand on my shoulder, "They're over there, in the back." I was still hesitant to walk over, "Don't be scared. Trust me they'll like you just as much as I do." He kissed my cheek and took my hand leading me to the group of men, he then let go. "Guys I want you to meet Y/n. She'll be joining our team from now on. Y/n this is Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Fugo Pannacotta, and Narancia Ghirga."
"Woah a girl is joining!?" Narancia spoke. "She's kinda cute. This could be fun." Mista stated... I'll make a mental note to not get so close to him. Fugo stood up taking out his hand, "It's nice to meet you Y/n." I shook his hand, "Likewise."
Abbacchio removed his headphones and crossed his arms, "So this is Y/n, the girl that was legally declared dead not too long ago, huh? How'd you cheat death?" The others seemed confused, I guess Bruno only told Abbacchio what had happened... or he was properly assigned to confirm my death. "Yes, that's me. If it weren't for Bruno I wouldn't be here. I almost drowned to death." I stood in front of the group seeing them look at me with pure amazement.
"Really how? Grab a seat tell us." Narancia Seemed excited to hear about my near-death experience and the other seemed interested as well. I told them everything that had happened. "All I want is to get rid of people like those men and help in any way I can to accomplish that."
After a month I became close friends with Mista, Narancia, and Fugo, they started calling me big sis. However, it did take some time to gain the trust of Abbacchio. Every so often he invites me to drink wine with him and Bruno. And as for Bruno, he and I have become close. Mista has teased me about how Bruno stares at me when I speak or when I'm helping Fugo torture Narancia. I've noticed too.
"I just got a call Leaky-eye Luca was found dead near the airport. I have to get going, I'll be back in a bit." Bruno singled me over to him; we both walked out of Libeccio.
"What is it, Bruno?" I asked him. "We both know time is short for the both of us. After I come back from investigating Luca's death, would you like to go on a date with me?" I smiled so brightly, "Yes, I would." I hugged him feeling so happy and like the luckiest girl alive he hugged me back. "Wonderful, I'll be back shortly okay." We pulled away from the hug a bit and that was when he kissed me for the first time. My heart raced as it felt like time had stopped for us two. "See you soon." He smiled, "Good luck Bruno." We said our goodbyes and he left.
Soon after Giorno Giovanna joined our group, nothing went as planned once he joined.
Request for One-shot are open!
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Where would the twisted wonderland locations be in real world?
Has this post been done before..? I don't know.
Now, let's get the easier things out of the way.
Scalding sands are obviously somewhere in Arabic country. In the Wikipedia for Aladdin, it states that it is a middle Eastern tale.. The clothes seem similar to that of an Arabic country. Turquoise colour is however, often used in over here turkey, but... Turkey is not an Arabic country.. It is stated that Jasmine's clothes were inspired by South Asian clothing... In the wiki it states that Agrabah was also inspired by ottoman empire, the silk city's camel bazaar seems similar to that of an bazaar over here. Hm.. I think that it might be based off of Afghanistan, it isn't fun fitting at all, and I'm just throwing it off there, but it is definitely somewhere similar to there and ottoman empire.
City of flowers is, without a doubt, based off of France. Noble bell college is based off of the Notre-Dame de Paris, more specifically, île de la Cité, an island in the Seine River(this part was taken straight out of the Wikipedia article for Notre-dame de Paris). There isn't much more to say about it, as it was rather easy to find out about it.
Queendom of roses is probably based off of United Kingdom, as the original novel it is based off of was written in england(believe me I will have to do this. A lot.), in November of 1865. From what I was able to see in the manga, the architecture seems to be more modern, along with the clothes as well. That would make anyone from there... British, take that how you will.
Now.. Onto the trickier parts.
Sunset savana, it obviously takes place in.. A savanas. Savanas seem to be most common in northern Australia and probably in Africa, looking at the cards in the Japanese server, the clothes for the sunset savana seems to be resembling that of traditional African clothes, but I might be wrong on this I'm sorry, but I strongly believe that is the case! I am not too sure on the exact country though, probably somewhere similar to Nigeria as the clothes seem to be similar.
Coral Sea, I.. Genuinely don't know. I can't even track anything down aside from going with where the original tale of the little mermaid was written, which is probably Denmark? So... Danish fish mafia???? I don't know??? Azul's name means blue in Spanish and Portuguese, and Floyd means grey and grey-haired in Welsh???? I don't know, I'm confused now.
Shaftlands, it is.. Probably based off of either Germany or somewhere that speaks English, since Cater's last name is english and jack is either english or French, however, if I go off of where Snow White is written from, it's Germany, and the most memorable character from there is vil, who's last name is "schöenheit" which means beauty in German, so... It's probably based from Germany.
•harvest town is... Also in shaftlands, it's probably based off of a town in Germany, I don't know. Epel's last name, felmier, means farmer in Romanian and such, his first name epel sounds similar to the German word for apple, apfel.
Island of woe, another tone.. Where I just don't know. It is definitely based off of Greece for sure, as Idia's name means reserved, private and such, meanwhile his last name comes from the Latin word shroud, which is the name for a cloth that is used to cover over the face of the dead. Ortho means unharmed, safe and such, and plus, the name of the S.T.Y.X is probably based off of the Styx river in the Greek mythology that connects the earth to the underworld.
Briar valley, now.. Another one that is hard to settle for, however, if we go off with how daisomnia looks, it's probably somewhere in Gothic Victorian time, since daisomnia looks like a Gothic Victorian castle, going off of cars and such aren't used in Briar valley, it makes me fully believe that it is mostly based off of the Victorian era. The names... Malleus is the name of a well knows witchcraft, and his last name is, according to the fandom wiki, is deprived off of the words dragon or devil in Romanian and such. Gothic Victorian architecture seems to be most popular in Europe, we don't know much about the Briar valley sadly, but sleeping beauty the fairytale was originally written in.. French.
The final matches, this is all speculations on my part and this was for fun!
City of flowers-france
Queendom of roses-united kingdom
Sunset savana-africa, Nigeria
Coral sea-i... I don't know...
Scalding sands-an Arabic country/probably somewhere in South Asia, possibly Afghanistan
Shaftlands-germany
Island of woe-greece
Briar valley-france/possibly Romania, somewhere in Europe.
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After the “Where is Beel” event
I just wanna smoosh the Avisos family, except you Beel
Just let me give them all hugs
And it was really neat getting to see what Avisos is actually like! It gives me mega Las Vegas vibes
Hopefully they’ll do it with more regions!
🦩
Except Bell. Lol
That man is getting shoved out of the family photo. He gets no hugs. He gets to sit in the shame corner!
Also, Avisos it interesting because I think it's actually supposed to be reminiscent of Akihabara or Vegas. I lean toward Vegas because the devils of Avisos have an American mafia vibe to them, but the cosplay cafe is definitely more Akihabara.
We've seen Tartaros and Avisos so far. Gehenna we know from the main story. Now I demand all the others! I have to know!!!
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More KHR recs
Ao3
The Decimo's Husband by The GreatTribbleEmpire
Desperate to not become 10th, Tsuna offers to abdicate to Xanxus. When that won't work, Tsuna doubles down and proposes marriage. Xanxus accepts.
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story by Little_Lady_Otaku
When Xanxus is defeated by Nono after the coup attempt, his Flames are sealed and is shipped off to Japan. How can the girl next door help him? Ghosts Whisperer!Tsuna. The scenes with the ghosts are great, especially when they haunt the Varia.
Light Up the Sky by Millarca
Naruto. Naruto is reborn as Tsuna. At least the freeloader in his gut is along for the ride. Tsuna gets into the Mafia early, makes some genin teams, founds Konoha, and fucks with everyone's minds. Also, Kurama is utterly delighted by all his grandkids.
In Which Only Tsuna Is Surprised by OnceInABlueMoon
In which everyone except Tsuna knew about Tsuna and Enma's marriage.
Accidentally Courting Your Assassin by LadyHallen
HP. Fem!HP/Reborn. When trying to get in contact with the Vongola, Harriet mistakes who is the boss and how to contact them. This leads to series of escalating attempts to better court the other.
Mission Failed by IWP_chan
The Shimon Family had a Plan. At least until the target decided he had something better to do: Enma. Tsuna/Enma
Ruminant by AlunaGray
Naruto. Hibari Kyoya is reborn as Nara Shikamaru's older sister. The Nara Clan blames Shikaku for this.
A Collector's Guide to Caring For Your Pets by Ourliazo
7 yr old Kyoya enjoys making herbivores spontaneously combust. Also Known As: Kyoya collects all the Flame Active kids in Namimori because they have pretty colors.
La belle dame sans merci by Dissenter
Kyoko has a smile full of knives and Tsuna loves her for it desperately. Takes inspiration from the War Sky/Home Sky trope. Kyoko the War Sky and Tsuna the Home Sky.
When the Nightingale Sings by Sanjuno
Those with access to the Flames of Dying Will all have a bit of Other in their ancestry. Something that is both more and less than Human, and Skies are the least Human of all the Flame Types. Putting a Sky under a Seal puts their Flames under pressure. Like the Nightingale in a cage who refuses to sing, a Sky under a Seal suffers in silence... ... until that seal breaks, and the Sky roars to cast the heavens down.
Renew by readerdreamer5625
BNHA. Izuku just got diagnosed Quirkless and his life is rapidly degrading. Then he meets a man in a fedora in his dreams and his life changes once more. Izu taught by Reborn. Sun User Izuku.
Crossover Fixits to Make Westeros Less Miserably Doomed by Sanjuno
Series where other characters are reborn into Westeros and how they improve it. Natuto, Star Wars, FFXV & VII, Code Geass, Avengers, KHR and Transformers
Karma and the Repercussions Thereof by Sanjuno
Series of Naruto characters being reborn into KHRverse. Main story about KakaObi and sidestories have MadaTobi and Mada's brothers as Hibaris, along with a funny little AU about MadaTobi accidentally being sent back to Warring Clan Era during a battle. The KakaObi story is beautiful. Kakashi torments Obito so wonderfully. Kakashi's new Aunt is a Queen and I love her.
Made of...by Seito
Made Of... is a universe where (usually) these things happen: 1) Canon Guardians are not Guardians 2) Most likely a crossover 3) Reborn never wins 4) Vongola can go die on a hill. Xover with many fandoms. OP, Avengers, Kaito Kid, Persona 5, and more.
Alaudidae by AmbroiseFrambroise
BNHA. Kyoya has been reborn in a world of Quirks. Thank God he's quirkless. In this world, Inko marries a different Hisashi. No Izuku.
The War of the Heavens by Dissenter
War Sky Tsuna and Home Sky Kyoya declare War on the Vongola.
Now in the Errant Sun by Dissenter
Reborn come to make Tsuna into a Mafia Boss. No one told him he was going to have to wrangle a bunch of student hippie activists.
Kuwabara is Tired of this Crap by Snowywinter1
YYH. Kuwabara is Skull. The aftermath of the Arcobalenco Curse. Be afraid, Luce.
Revisionist History, the Vongola Way by Dissenter
Time travel fix it series. Kyoya (complete fic) declares a new world order and all shall fall before him. Gokudera (wip) is determined to find his Sky once more. Wacky road trip feat. Mukuro, Ken, Chikusa, Spanner and Dino.
Don't Hold Your Breath (we're going to live) by SilverRoseAri
Zombie Apocolypse. Bamf!Tsuna Even with the end of the world, Tsuna still gathers his Gaurdians.
Cat's Paws by Sanjuno
Drabble series. When the 10th Gen die, the Box Animals decide that this is Unacceptable. So they turn back time and leaves the world a little... different. Youkaiesque world. Flame users have a more animalistic traits. In Tsuna's snippet, he completely transforms. Even Nana can't just accept this without a few questions.
You Can't Take the Sky From Me by Lilymoncat
HP. Oleander Evans, also known as Skull de Mort, had no idea that visiting his sister Petunia was going to fuck up his life.
The first time as tragedy, the second time as farce by Dissenter
Naruto. The 10th Gen and the girls are reborn into Naruto a year younger. Mukuro fucks with Danzo as a ROOT member, Chrome's an Uchiha, Gokudera's a Nara (his Clan hates his dad so much for his whoops baby), Lambo's a sickly (thin) Akamichi, Kyoya is related to Lee, Ryohei and Kyoko are Harunos, Haru's a Aburame. It's just so good. Great meta. Has women being awesome.
Snow Leopard, Not Lion by RinRin
Naruto. Tobirama is reborn as Tsuna. As are a number of Naruto characters. Madara as Kyoya.
Say Boys, Don't You See Them Bones by Adel Mortescryche(Mortescryche)
Crack treated seriously. Tsuna's a Corpse Whisperer. Everywhere he goes in the Varia Mansion, he finds bodies.
dead anime moms by exocara
Tsuna's mom wears her hair in a side pony tail. He knows what that means and he's not having it.
All According to Script by PurpleButtons0203
Tsuna is raised knowing he's a main character. Nana teaches her son to be genre savvy. Cracky.
Grapes of Wrath by WOFWalker
After Xanxus is frozen, his spirit begins haunting the Vongola lines. Tsuna is the first to see him. Xanxus decides that Tsuna should be Varia Quality, to the boy's despair.
Ok, that's officially all of my best bookmarked fics.
I hope you all love them!
You feed me so so well, darling
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Top Gun: Maverick - The Karaoke Masterpost
UPDATED: 29-08-2022
So, about a week ago I asked around about the go-to karaoke songs of the characters of Top Gun: Maverick, but since that thread started to become very long, I’ve decided to make a masterpost for the whole thing.
Below you can find the list of the songs the young and the old guns would sing on a karaoke night at The Hard Deck.
Many thanks to @allkinds-oftrash and @animezinglife for the collaboration, and also to @opalinedaydreams because this and this post of hers also influenced the list!
And make sure to check out @buckyr00s’s karaoke list as well! It has some very cool tunes and inspired some new additions to this one. So did this post by @highwaytothedangerzone502.
Also, this list is by no means complete, so further suggestions are welcome! :)
And lastly, here is a playlist with all the songs added.
Rooster:
Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis
Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars
Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. (+ the rest of the boys)
Rock and Roll Madonna by Elton John
I Got Life from Hair (dancing on the table, of course. Penny wouldn’t approve it, of course)
Hangman:
Holding out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler,
Save The World by The Swedish House Mafia
A Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler (if he’s in the mood for it)
Hot Blooded by Foreigner
Simply The Best by Tina Turner
Phoenix:
Material Girl and/or Like a Prayer by Madonna,
It’s All Coming Back to Me Now by Celine Dion,
Born This Way and/or Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga,
Long Live by Taylor Swift
Trouble and/or Just Like a Pill by P!nk
Can’t Fight the Moonlight by LeAnn Rimes
Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
Oops!... I Did It Again by Britney Spears
Coyote:
Low by Flo Rida,
Dynamite by Taio Cruz
Halo by Beyoncé
Hero by Mariah Carey
Payback:
Hello by Lionel Richie
Something by James Brown
Africa by TOTO
Fanboy:
Larger Than Life and/or I Want It That Way by Backstreet Boys
Boy With Love by BTS
Bob:
Killer Queen, ‘39 and/or Hammer to Fall by Queen,
Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and The News
Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry
Sister Christian by Night Ranger
Penny:
Mamma Mia by ABBA
Cowboy Take Me Away and/or Long Time Gone by The Chicks
Something by Dolly Parton
That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain
Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar
Maverick:
You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling by The Righteous Brothers
Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon
Footloose by Kenny Loggins
Cyclone:
Greased Lightning from Grease
Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions
Duets:
Burnin’ for You by Blue Öyster Cult (Fanboy and Payback)
It’s My Life and/or Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (Coyote and Hangman)
The Winner Takes It All by ABBA (Phoenix and Hangman)
Take a Chance on Me by ABBA (Hangman and Bob)
Does Your Mother Know by ABBA (Bob and Phoenix)
Group Songs:
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Counting Stars by OneRepublic
Anything by ABBA
Lucky by Britney Spears
Man! I Feel Like a Woman! by Shania Twain
Everybody by Backstreet Boys (special performance by the boyband Backseat Boys)
Wannabe by Spice Girls
Songs that could be sung by anyone of the group:
Hotel California by The Eagles
Don’t Stop Believing by Journey
You’re the One that I Want from Grease (Could be sung by any couple)
Songs that I don’t know who would sing but would appear on a karaoke night:
Livin’ La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin
Anything by Britney Spears
Hell’s Bells by AC/DC
Tiny Dancer by Elton John
Uptown Girl by Billy Joel
Dancing Queen by ABBA
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ambiance & inspirations.
Through The Trees | Ici, vous plongerez dans la petite ville ensommeillée de Boring, Oregon, dont les mauvaises langues diront qu'elle porte bien son nom. Pour imaginer la vie dans cette bourgade, aux parfums de feux de cheminée et de pétrichor, nous vous proposons un petit aperçu des inspirations et esthétiques qui ont accompagné sa création.
keywords: dark forests ; bigfoot ; vhs tapes ; camping ; old newspapers ; flannel shirts ; backpacks ; velvet curtains ; abandoned railway ; short horror stories ; night at the diner ; fog ; strange footprints ; campfires ; rural exodus ; broken neons ; moss and mushrooms ; hiking trails : sawmills ; flying saucers.
☄️ Un forum 'slice of life' dans les 90s
D'abord, et avant tout, Through The Trees se veut un forum tranche de vie, où l'on explorera les vies quotidiennes des habitant·e·s, leurs relations, leurs émotions. Ici, faites la part belle aux dramas ordinaires, aux retrouvailles et aux déchirements. Car, à Boring, tout le monde se connaît ; et les secrets ne le restent jamais bien longtemps. Pour retranscrire cela, vos personnages pourront rejoindre une, ou plusieurs, communauté(s) de votre choix.
La petite ville, qui a connu son heure de gloire dans le passé, se trouve désormais au ralenti, comme figée par le brouillard qui règne en maître sur les lieux. Par ailleurs, le forum se situe en 1992, et nous ne pouvons que vous encourager à vous plonger entièrement dans cette ambiance de fin de vingtième siècle, avant que la photographie argentique, les radios amateures et les cabines téléphoniques ne sombrent dans l'oubli.
A noter : le forum n'a pas vocation à être un rpg tourné vers les gangs ou la mafia. Si l'on y trouvera une communauté de bikers, ainsi qu'un speakeasy, le contexte n'en reste pas moins tourné vers la simplicité, propre à la vie de la petite ville qu'est Boring.
☄️ Une esthétique ancrée dans la nature environnante
Nous souhaitons inscrire Through The Trees dans le genre du nature writing, qui désigne une littérature profondément ancrée dans les grands espaces, notamment américains, où les personnages évoluent dans un cadre naturel particulièrement scénique, prépondérant dans les récits.
Nous plongerons ici dans le pacific northwest, qui comprend généralement les états de washington, de l'idaho et de l'oregon aux états-unis, et la colombie-britannique au canada. L'imaginaire y est tourné vers les immenses forêts de conifères (on parle d'evergreen), qui recèlent de nombreux mystères. Si le forum n'est pas à proprement parler surnaturel, cette ambiance planante, nappée de brume et de fantasmagories, infusera à travers lui.
☄️ Folklore local & phénomènes paranormaux
Vous l'aurez compris, dans un endroit comme Boring, les légendes locales ont toute leur place : observations de soucoupes volantes, apparitions de bigfoot, disparitions mystérieuses dans les bois... Au village, on raconte beaucoup d'histoires, et que l'on y croie ou non, elles imprègnent profondément la culture de celles et ceux qui vivent ici. En terme d'esthétique, on parle de cryptidcore, qui peut désigner la quête romantisée de créatures et de phénomènes surnaturels, une passion qui habite certain·e·s de ceux qui vivent ici, voire qui se rendent à Boring à cette fin. Là encore, rien ne prouve leur existence (mais rien n'indique le contraire...) et dans cette petite bourgade, tout le monde a un avis sur la question.
inspirations: twin peaks ; life is strange ; stranger things ; indian creek...
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L'amore è per caso, diceva Lacan.
L'amore è un’intersezione millesimale Posso ormai prendere la casistica di mille anni di pratica di analista, unendola alla mia personale.Le più belle storie d'amore nascono da un incrocio quasi impercettibile, uno scambio di battute ( davanti al giornale, commentando una notizia, incrociandosi nelle scale mobili, davanti al tram leggendo il cartellone degli orari.)Quando lui , leggendo gli arrivi, sillaba ‘ nella mia terra non ci sono ritardi, ma tanta nebbia' incrocia lo sguardo di lei che ribatte ' si, ma qua abbiamo il sole che voi padani non avete' , si crea quel ponte tra due mondi interiori, lunghi, ampi, profondi e fino a quel momento mai svelati a nessuno. L'uno intendeva raccontare una vita tra le piatte pianure ed inverni freddi, e l'altra invece splendide estati fatte di sole e spiagge incontaminate. Lo sguardo complice, una frazione di secondo, è quel passaggio corporeo che suggella le reciproche aperture dei mondi interiori. Porte che si spalancano senza paura. Il primo si era tento celato i suoi inverni, poiché non aveva incontrato mai nessuna donna che ritenesse interessata a sbirciare dentro di lui.Lei, per contro, sente di poter raccontare la sua infanzia fatta di sole e aranceti, a qualcuno che lei sente essere già dentro al suo racconto. I due inizieranno a vedersi con frequenza, pigliando un aererei a settimana. Ricordate la scena de 'il Padrino' quando Marlon Brando sigla l'accordo i pace con gli altri capi mafia di new York? Si alzano, fermi, immobili. Nessuno fa una passo, almeno prima che i due piu’ potenti, unitamente ai loro consiglieri, si scambiano uno sguardo d’intesa. Rapido, veloce, quasi impercettibile. Quello sguardo sblocca i due capimafia che allargando le braccia, si stringono.Ecco, è questo. Una paziente, austera e rigida, ma al contempo dotata di un fascino magnetico, mi raccontò questo aneddoto. ‘Stavo camminando, andavo a dirigere la mia riunione. Quel giorno c’era da definire un appalto da oltre 120.000 euro. Immagini la notte tra e carte, dottore.’Perfetta come sempre. Calze a rete, tailleur. Trucco ed occhiali pesanti. Talmente bella da essere ritenuta inavvicinabile. Chinandosi, le si apre la cartelletta con i documenti, e si sparpagliano sul pavimento carte, post it, disegni, bozze, fogli con la macchia di caffè.‘Lui si china e mi dice: hei! Dentro di te c’è del disordine! Che bello vederlo. La mia camera è come al tua cartelletta: sempre un disastro. Bè, dottore, io sono stata presa da un desiderio irrefrenabile di fargli vedere tutti i mie post it, finalmente, e mostrare quanto al mia vita sia in realtà un continuo correre ed abbozzare. E , dalla sera stessa, ho patito una voglia insana di conoscere la sua stanza. Lui non è né bello, né attraente. Ma mi ha ‘forato’ con le sue parole.’E di storie come queste, ne potrei descrivere decine e decine.
Maurizio Montanari
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Mafia the Series: Guns & Freaks
Giuro che non è un porno!
Forse ha ragione @lisia81 quando mi dice che mi guardo drama assurdi e che trovo solo io.
Dopo Lost Tomb ed altri drama senza senso, davvero dovrei cominciare a pensarci sopra. Soprattutto dopo questo Mafia The Series che per certi versi è l'apice del discorso.
Ma d'altronde come potevo perdermi una serie che dal trailer pare una cosa a metà tra Il Padrino - girato tra le fogne - e una puntata di Paperissima e che non c'ha manco una recensione su Mydramalist?! Per non avere nemmeno due righe deve essere una parla nascosta.
Allora... Io non so nemmeno da cosa cominciare.
Partiamo dalla trama:
La storia parla di Beam, un normale studente universitario . Anche se è debole nei confronti del mondo, dopo la morte misteriosa di suo padre Rachen, vuole diventare un eroe. La sua vita non sarà più la stessa quando scoprirà che suo padre era il leader della banda Nemesis, la più grande organizzazione mafiosa della Thailandia, e Beam, invece di diventare l'eroe dei suoi sogni, dovrà diventare il capo di un'organizzazione terroristica. [mydramalist]
Ok. A differenza di Lost Tomb qui la trama è chiara e comprensibile e la serie cerca di seguirla fino in fondo. Certo, con un approssimazione che rasenta la querela ma intanto ringraziamo tutti gli dei che almeno si siano attenuti alla storia.
Non mentirò, mi interessava la parte del conflitto interiore del protagonista tra il suo sogno e la realtà dei fatti e come sarebbe venuto a patti con il mondo mafioso. Ma ahimè, di introspezione psicologica in questa serie non c'è traccia. [introspezione psicologica AHAHAHAHAHAH]
Il nostro Beam assurge al ruolo di futuro capo mafia senza troppi problemi o drammi interiori. Solo nel finale cercherà di tirarsi indietro prima di scoprire che se lo facesse, dovrebbe dare indietro un botto di soldi alla Mafia. Meglio mafioso e ricco che libero ma povero!
Ora, c'è da dire una cosa sulla trama. Essa è stata per gran parte imprevedibile. Difficile ipotizzare chi sarebbe spuntato fuori o cosa sarebbe successo. E vorrei davvero dire che questo punto fantastico è frutto di un bel lavoro da parte degli sceneggiatori, capaci di mantenere la tensione e creare una storia improvvisa ed ad alta tensione.
Ma...la storia non si può prevedere semplicemente perché è fatta male: personaggi che appaiono e scompaiono dalla scena come vuole la sceneggiatura, tizi che scappano dall'Università poiché inseguiti da degli assassini e si ritrovano - non si sa come - nella sala da pranzo di uno del Capo Mafia rivali, cameriere robot, un corridoio dentro una casa dove c'è un muro di cactus alla fine che gli blocca la strada... e potrei continuare per ore. Le cose che ho visto...Dio, non posso ancora crederci!
Essendo dei partecipanti alla fiera dell'assurdo, non mi sono quindi stupita quando nel finale, il padre di Beam resuscita dai morti per rivelarci che ha fatto finta di morire per preparare il figlio ad una futura carriera nella malavita. Un finale e una seconda stagione in arrivo che ha pure il sottotitolo di " più pistole e più pazzi". So già cosa aspettarmi. XD
Io ovviamente mi sono divertita come una pazza. Senza prendere sul serio NULLA di ciò che viene messo a schermo, la trama scorre come un teatrino dell'assurdo che riesce comunque a far capire allo spettatore la progressione degli eventi ed ad arrivare ad un finale sensato. E non è poco. Sì, Lost Tomb sto pensando a te.
Se questa serie per certi versi ricorda quella perla del Tombaroli di Lost Tomb - soprattutto per quanto riguarda la povertà tecnica, registica, ambientale e così via... - si discosta per via della sua comicità: dove Lost Tomb fa involontariamente ridere perché si prende tremendamente sul serio, Mafia The Series fa sorridere perché si prende per il culo da sola. E questo l'ho apprezzato.
Un altra cosa c'è poi da dire: non ho mai trovato una serie con una realizzazione così discontinua. Alcune scene erano ben fatte, belle inquadrature ed anche un minimo di caratterizzazione. Altre invece pareva di essere dentro Paperissima Sprint. Si passa da scene toccanti dove si parla di un amore difficile per via della mafia dove si piange e ci si commuove a momenti dove fanno mangiare il pene di una mucca al protagonista solo per farci fare quattro risate. Questa serie mi ha ubriacata!
Essendo una serie comica sono innumerevoli le gag, le battute a sfondo sessuale (mai trovate così tante dentro una serie), le scene a mo' di caduta sulla buccia di banana, le musichette divertenti, la recitazione esagerata ecc ecc ... pensate ad una cosa assurda e quella ci sarà.
Ricorderò fino alla fine dei miei giorni che ho passato 2 minuti di puntata ad ascoltare Beam ed i suoi amici che parlavano della lunghezza dei loro peni. Così, per ridere.
L'assurdità poi si riscontra anche nei personaggi che attorniano Beam, prima tra tutti Anna. La sicaria migliore del mondo che pare Carmen San Diego e va in giro con la pistola con su scritto "BITCH" ed è decisamente sopra le righe in tutto quello che fa. In realtà Anna e tutti gli altri come Sven o Intenso, mi sono piaciuti e li ho trovati divertenti. I loro bisticci e scenette comiche erano carine e mi hanno strappato spesso una risatina.
Mi è piaciuto che abbiano creato tutti assieme una piccola famiglia con Beam, pronti a proteggerlo ed aiutarlo a costo di rimetterci la vita. Speriamo che se fanno una seconda stagione, si possa rivedere queste dinamiche "familiari" un po' matte ma divertentissime.
A far compagnia ad Anna nel podio della follia c'è anche Sonya, la figlia della famiglia rivale di Beam. Ho capito che sarebbe stato un personaggio meraviglioso quando gli viene chiesto delle origini di Bunny, la sua bodyguard vestita da coniglietta sexy. Sonya racconta che da piccola era sempre sola, con la compagnia di un coniglietto di peluche. Così durante la notte, espresse il desiderio di avere un amica e la mattina dopo...Bunny era lì. La cosa più bella però è che in tutti questi anni, Bunny non è mai invecchiata.
Siamo nel paranormale? nella prossima stagione vedremo gli alieni?!
Sonya è la regina del dramma, esagerata in tutto che però fa sorridere e quindi l'ho amata parecchio. XD
Gli altri personaggi sono "quasi" normali anche se i cattivi delle bande rivali avevano lo spessore della carta velina e il carisma di un carratrezzi. Discorso diverso per il padre Lazzaro di Beam che nel finale imbruttisce tutti i cattivi semplicemente facendosi vedere in faccia. Sarà che era interpretato dal Preside di the Gifted, ma solo lui ha saputo essere vagamente intimidatorio. Per essere un drama sulla mafia è tutto dire.
Il gravissimo problema di questa serie si ha con la parte tecnica: l'audio è stato atroce. Alcune volte si sentiva ovattato. In altre, non so il perché, si è deciso di modificare la voce dei personaggi con un modificatore della voce. In altre la musica di spengeva all'improvviso e certe volte ho avuto paura che addirittura partissero le risate registrate.
Il montaggio ha dei tagli spaventosi, scavalcamenti di campo che dovrebbero essere considerati illegali in almeno due terzi dei Paesi del mondo ed in altre, hanno ben pensato di girare una scena da più di 2 minuti, girando attorno ad un tavolo con la telecamera, mentre i personaggi parlano. Il risultato è stato un atroce mal di mare e quel vago senso di nausea che solo drama così ben fatti possono garantirti.
giro giro tondo...casca il mondo....
Anche i combattimenti sono stati discontinui. Alcuni erano ben girati, con ottime coreografie e scene avvincenti. In questo, il personaggio di Sven svetta su chiunque altro. In altre scazzottate invece, sembrava di vedere due bambini dell'asilo che si menano. In alcune scene scorre sangue come se non ci fosse un domani. In altre i personaggi non hanno un graffio dopo che si sono gonfiati di botte per un buon quarto d'ora. Io boh...
Poi l'ambientazione ed il poco budget mi hanno dato il colpo di grazia. Pensi a combattimenti tra gruppi mafiosi e ti immagini una cosa e la serie ti da quattro stronzi presi al mercato che fanno finta di menarsi a mani nude. Le famiglie mafiose sono composte da 4 persone in croce che paiono più spacciatori che boss di mafia.
Le locations sono o capannoni abbandonati o luoghi pubblici dove non c'è un cazzo di passante manco a pagarlo oro. Sparatorie per strada, inseguimenti con truppe d'assalto in una Facoltà dove ci dovrebbero essere studenti ed invece pare che in Tailandia ci abitino solo i personaggi di sta serie.
Infine, le storie d'amore. Questa serie è PIENA di love story. In pole position c'è quella di Beam e della sua compagna di corso che però è più un triangolo perché anche Sonya è innamorata di Beam. Che diventa un quadrilatero a metà serie perché anche un ragazzo della classe del lead si scopre innamorato del protagonista. In tutto questo intrallazzo d'amore io però voto Sonya che almeno mi fa ridere.
Poi c'è la storiella tra l'amico di Beam e La Pazza. Sono stati carini da guardare e sono contenta che l'amico alla fine si sia rivelato un bel personaggio coraggioso e leale. E che abbia accettato l'amore e la relazione con la sua compagna di corso superando il fatto che fosse piatta come una tavola. Peccato però che nonostante sia un personaggio presente per gran parte della storia, non compare manco in nessuna pagina del cast di questa serie. Pare che lui non esista proprio.
Poi c'è la relazione unilaterale tra l'altro amico di Beam e Sven che però quest'ultimo è etero ed ha già una ragazza che ha dovuto lasciare per via del suo lavoro per la mafia e la cui storia ci ha regalato uno dei pochi episodi con un minimo di struggimento ed emozioni.
Infine, ma non per importanza, c'è la relazione tra l'hacker ed Anna. Con Intenso che all'ultimo episodio ci rivela che anche lui è sempre stato innamorato della nostra Carmen San Diego, senza però avercelo mai fatto vedere questo grande amore. Eh va bene, gli crediamo sulla fiducia.
Qui la ship diventa più difficile perché ho adorato entrambi i ragazzi. L'hacker è un ragazzo normale, un bravo ragazzo che è giustamente terrorizzato da pistole, sangue e sparatorie. Intenso è un assassino mezzo pazzo che prima ti sgozza e poi si domanda se ha fatto bene.
Comunque sia, la critica più grave la devo fare al protagonista. Beam in realtà mi è piaciuto ed è stato bravo nel suo ruolo. Interpreta un bravo ragazzo che ama i suoi amici e preferisce discutere più che usare la violenza.
Il problema è che Beam è stato un personaggio troppo passivo ed in balia degli eventi. All'inizio della serie ci poteva pure stare. Ma andando avanti con la storia, doveva prendere consapevolezza e determinazione e soprattutto, essendo il lead, essere lui a muovere la trama. Invece Beam è spettatore come noi, limitandosi a farsi trascinare dalla storia senza un briciolo di presenza. Ed è un peccato.
Speriamo che nella seconda stagione - ma la faranno??!!! - Beam prenda più spazio e ruolo per diventare quel Capo Mafia che pare destinato ad essere. se lo dite voi...
Concludendo: Drama comico perfetto per farsi due risate sapendo che nulla deve essere preso sul serio - manco i personaggi - mettendo in conto che scene serie verranno interrotte da gag comiche spesso basate sul sesso.
Voto: 7.6
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Questa sera sono andata di nuovo a fare un'esplorazione in libreria per cercare regali. Mi segno il link all'altro post che avevo fatto tempo fa per averlo comodo per le prossime occasioni. Questa volta stavo cercando qualcosa per un ragazzo di seconda media, un target relativamente inedito per me, anche perché mi ricordo cosa leggevo io, ma non ho abbastanza confidenza con lui da sapere se è roba che potrebbe apprezzare (e non so nemmeno se ci siano ancora in circolazione i miei titoli preferiti... ecco, ora che ci penso devo controllare se le raccolte di racconti della super junior mondadori siano ancora pubblicate e in che veste grafica, c'era serie di "storie di giovani ..." che mi piaceva un sacco e tipo quella degli alieni era a cura di Asimov e un paio di storie mi fanno ancora emozionare se ci penso *_*)
Intanto stasera volevo sfogliare un libro di cui avevo sentito parlare per mio papà e con l'occasione ho fatto una prima raccolta di titoli interessanti, poi vedremo.
Ho trovato questo "Noi inarrestabili" di Yuval Noah Harari che è una strana versione della storia dell'umanità e delle sue interazioni col mondo, con un filo conduttore del tipo qual è il nostro superpotere, ha anche delle belle illustrazioni ed è fitto di testo ma mi pare molto scorrevole e vorrei leggerne qualche altra pagina per capire meglio il taglio. Quello di Michela Murgia l'avevo già visto e mi era piaciuto, mi sa che lo volevo regalare anche a una mia amica e non ricordo se poi l'ho fatto per davvero, ma prima o poi lo prenderò sicuramente. Di libri come Lost in translation invece ne ho già regalati e ne ho pure io e mi piacciono un sacco, e sarebbe forse anche particolarmente adatto, considerato che il destinatario ha già vissuto in tre paesi con tre lingue diverse.
Questi sulla lotta alla mafia e sulla vita di Gino Strada me li segno qui, ma sono troppo impegnativi per questa occasione, così come altri sulla Resistenza, i migranti e la storia delle battaglie sociali e del femminismo che per fortuna ormai riempiono scaffali interi. Mi piacerebbe un giorno essere nella condizione di regalarli, ma ancora non ci sono le premesse.
Questi due romanzi me li sono salvati a promemoria degli autori: La figlia della luna di Margaret Mahy l'ho letto un sacco di volte (è uno degli ex Gaia Mondadori, una delle mie collane preferite da ragazzina) e vorrei vedere se ci sono altre opere della stessa autrice, invece quello di Gaiman non l'avevo mai sentito e vorrei provare a trovarlo in inglese, magari per l'anno prossimo.
Per il mio giovane destinatario ho pensato anche alla serie di pseudo-diari di Keri Smith, che mi guardano sempre dallo scaffale e che non ho ancora avuto l'occasione di regalare a nessuno >_< anche se ogni Natale mi cade l'occhio perché sono bellissimi secondo me. Forse il più interessante per cominciare è anche il più comodo da portare, la versione pocket del diario da distruggere, però anche quello degli sbagli mi piace molto - così come quello del museo - insomma, ho letteralmente l'imbarazzo della scelta u_u
Per le mie nipotine invece per una delle prossime volte mi sono segnata questi, che sono dei fumetti, dato che un vero e proprio fumetto loro l'hanno sperimentato poche volte e sarebbe anche ora di cominciare seriamente, dico io *_*
A proposito di fumetti, personalmente ho lasciato un pezzo di cuore davanti ai ricettari di ramen e dumpling a fumetti, sono bellissimi *_* il ricettario ispirato a LOTR potrebbe essere interessante pure lui, ma non ho avuto tempo di sfogliarlo (e purtroppo credo non ci sia nessun fumetto >_<)
E per finire, la Storia dell'editoria è il libro che ho preso per mio papà, ne avevo sentito parlare in un podcast e mi pare molto scorrevole e perfetto per lui. "Educare controvento" di Lorenzoni lo vorrei leggere io, così come quello di Munroe, che è una specie di esercizio mentale di quelli che mi tengono sveglia la notte ma nel senso buono, tipo le lunghe discussioni di approfondimento qui sul tumblr su roba assurda. Gli ultimi due li ho salvati proprio pensando chi qui sul tumblr è appassionato di flora e fauna come me (anzi anche di più, direi, a giudicare da alcuni post): il librone sui vermi è tutt'altro che breve, è un bel malloppo rosa fitto di informazioni, mentre il Bestiario selvatico stava nel reparto delle robe dei musicisti e della musica per via dell'autore, Massimo Zamboni, e ha delle belle illustrazioni realizzate da Stefano Schiaparelli raccolte tutte insieme alla fine.
E insomma, più ne vedo e più ne vorrei e la scelta è davvero difficile! Mi sa che dovrò fare almeno un altro giro u_u
(Ma a chi la racconto, starò come minimo qualche altra dozzina di ore a girare tra gli scaffali XD)
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Playcolt
128 numéros divisés en quatre séries ont été publiés entre novembre 1972 et avril 1979.
Fumetto per adulti imaginé et écrit par Renzo Barbieri avec la collaboration de Tristano Torelli qui narre les aventures de Playcolt alias Alan Velon, 34 ans, un playboy américain milliardaire ayant des intérêts dans un empire d'édition; son apparence et son nom sont basés sur ceux de l'acteur français Alain Delon. Velon est un personnage audacieux et aventureux qui vit la plupart de l'année à Barracuda, son île privée (en forme de requin), et bien qu'il soit lié de manière romantique à la bombe sexuelle Scarlett Lizzy, il continue de flirter avec de belles femmes où qu'il aille. Velon a un puissant sens de la justice et prend souvent son identité secrète: le cynique et impitoyable Playcolt, un vengeur et un héros de la lutte contre le crime qui vient en aide aux faibles et aux opprimés.
Les récits basculent allègrement d'un genre à l'autre, criminel, espionnage, mœurs et même SF, fantastique et horreur.
En outre, au fil des épisodes, on croisera quelques "jetsetters" des années 70, tels Frank Sinatra et Aristote Onassis.
Le contenu ici est assez subtil par rapport à ce qui allait suivre dans les bandes dessinées des années 80.
Dessins du Studio Leonetti (nn. 1/10) et du Studio Montanari (Claudio Lopresti, Per Luigi Cerveglieri, Giuseppe Montanari).
Couvertures du Studio Rosi, Emanuele Taglietti, Alessandro Biffignandi et Carlo Jacono.
Alain Velon/Playcolt n'eut hélas pas droit à sa propre collection chez EF. Pour lire ses aventures, il faudra chercher dans les n•s spéciaux ou diverses séries comme "Detectives", "Mafia", "Mafioso"…
Les couvertures italiennes n'ont pas été reprises en France (pour ne pas avoir d'ennuis?)
Reproduction de pas mal d'originaux et autant de tascabiles. Que ne ferait-on pas pour le bel Alain…
Editeur: Segi > Edifumetto
Via Archimede 118 - Via Francesco Redi 22 - Milano
Directeur de la publication: Mameli Gatti
#Playcolt #Alain Velon #Alan Velon #comics #fumetti #illustration #original art #Emanuele Taglietti #Alessandro Biffignandi #Carlo Jacono #Studio Rosi
#Studio Montanari
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Vi capita anche a voi?
I vostri vicini non hanno un cane che lasciano uscire in giardino a fare i bisogni alle 7 di mattina e lo lasciano fuori e lui abbaia ininterrottamente? Spero per voi che non li avete, non me la prendo col cane, ma co sti stronzi, poi il problema di disturbo ero io che suonavo la batteria in garage alle 17 pomeridiane, saltiamo.
Vi capita, volevo dire invece, che postate qualcosa su FB una cosa interessante o comunque di attualità e nessuno vi caga? Poi postate una cagata, un meme, una barzelletta e tutti giù a ridere? Sicuramente si, e spesso mi chiedo se magari la cosa seria non sia stata vista e la cagata si, non è così, entrambe vengono viste ma la cosa seria non la leggono o passano avanti senza neanche soffermarvi a dire "però sto argomento è da tenere a mente, o di interesse per tutti", un cazzo, non frega niente a nessuno se la politica è in merda da 30 anni, se la guerra la stiamo subendo pure noi, se la mafia è così radicata nelle istituzioni ecc ecc ecc ecc ecc ecc ecc.
Ieri ho postato un rapporto inglese sulla musica, che in parole povere dice che nell'anno 22/23 è salito esponenzialmente l'introito che la musica produce attraverso i festival e i concerti, quindi non solo soldi per i musicisti e gli addetti ai lavori ma anche per strutture alberghiere, ristoranti, parcheggi ecc ecc, metto l'articolo alla fine. Ancora non ho letto il dettaglio del rapporto ma l'ho scaricato, lo farò con calma. Quello che voglio dire è che, soprattutto qua dove non ci sono concerti e dove si pensa che la musica sia solo un contorno, quando per i Metallica c'erano 70mila persone e tutti hanno incassato bene che i giorni dopo vedevi i sorrisi come se avessero vinto alla lotteria. Non è un discorso venale, lungi da me pensare al denaro come punto di arrivo, è che dimostra che con la cultura ci si può anche campare nell'articolo parla di 56.000 (cinquantaseimila) posti di lavoro a tempo pieno e indeterminato, suppongo, quindi non è solo il giorno o il fine settimana dell'evento, si parliamo comunque dell'UK dove l'apertura mentale alla musica è decisamente più alta di quella di qua ma anche dell'Italia, seguendo un pò l'andazzo si capisce che state messi male anche voi. Comunque a tale post non ha risposto nessuno, voglio vedere quando posterò il mio ritorno se mi caga qualcuno, va bè lo posterò anche qua. Articolo in fondo.
Per cambiare discorso ieri ho visto metà di un documentario musicale sul tubo che si intitola "The art of listening" cercatelo, mi aspettavo qualcosa riguardo al suono o all'ascolto come fase di incameramento o di studio, ma no non è così, ci sono svariati musicisti, tecnici del suono, produttori, compositori che parlano della musica, di come la sentono, di come la creano ecc ecc, interessante, ma la solita cosa fatta all'americana e solo in america, no no per carità non escludo nessun territorio o popolo quando si parla di arte, come invece è capitato purtroppo alla cultura russa che è tanta e anche molto bella, ma quello che vorrei dire è che c'è sicuramente più spinta da parte di chi fa un discorso musicale dall'altra parte dell'oceano che da questa parte, sappiamo che gli yankee sono per lo show sfrenato e pompato, anche se non è questo il caso il documentario è molto pacato, a mostrare quanto sono belle e sfavillanti le cose, che di certo non è il nostro stile europeo. Ma abbiamo mai avuto uno stile europeo? In realtà penso di no, mentre gli USA sono un paese unico, unica lingua, più o meno la cultura è quella, in Europa abbiamo diversi paesi, diverse lingue e culture totalmente differenti che è difficile avere una linea unica culturale perché ogni paese ha la sua, ma nella globalizzazione delle cose si potrebbe iniziare a pensare ad una cultura europea che abbracci tutti, invece no ci si addita sempre l'un l'altro per questo o quello o per attriti di centinaia di anni fa, che palle.
A voi l'articolo.
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