#louie the mafia guy
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have you done your daily click
#best character named x#poll#poll game#louis de pointe du lac#louis left 4 dead#papa louie#louis litt#louis the alligator#louie the mafia guy#interview with the vampire#iwtv#left 4 dead#suits#princess and the frog#the simpsons
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I SPENT 10 HOURS ON THIS...CAPTUP KEPT CRASHING ON ME-
#springfield mafia#fat tony#springflied mob#the simpsons#louie walters#louie#selma bouvier#10 HOURS...#helpp#I think im getting into the wise guys all over again#MORE THEN BEFORE#Fat Tony edit
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I did a kinda-sorta tumblr Sexyman style poll tournament with my ocs after polls were added on tumblr and somehow Fragmental won. Idk how or why but y’all really seem to like his PlayStation 1 looking ass
#tumblr sexyman#tumblr sexymen poll#jeweledstone sexyman poll#oc#ocs#oc poll#grammar heroes#fragmental#my art#how tf did this guy win against fucking LOUIE?!?!#You had a choice between hot mafia dad and a living texture glitch AND YOU CHOSE THE GLITCH#I’m not kinkshaming but wtf
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Holding Out for a Hero
Pairing: Tangerine x (mafia daughter) Reader
Summary: After your bodyguard dies, Tangerine is assigned to protect you. He's not too happy about it and neither are you. But you get date raped while at a club and Tangerine comes to your rescue.
Word count: 6.6k
Warnings: Canon typical violence, date rape, sexual assault, the aftermath of that
Contains: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slight blood kink??, fighting kink??
“My job is to kill people, yeah? I’m not a fucking babysitter. Find someone else.”
Tangerine’s voice filtered up towards the balcony that overlooked the foyer. The ridiculously large angel statue kept you hidden as you crouched down to eavesdrop on that strange Englishman and your father.
Brogues squeaked furiously on the marble floor and you peaked around the statue to see Tangerine pacing. Your father, Louie, wore a blank, serene expression as he watched Tangerine, hands clasped behind his back. It was never possible to tell what your father was feeling.
“Al is dead.” Louie stated.
The pacing halted.
“Yeah… I heard. I’m sorry. He seemed like a great guy.” The last sentiment seemed forced.
Even you wouldn’t have labelled Al as a ‘great’ guy. Al had been decent. In all his years of service to you, you’d never grown attached to him. There was nothing to become attached to, his personality had been blander than plain porridge.
Louie spoke, “It will only be temporary. While I find a more suitable replacement, you are the only person I trust to protect my daughter.”
Tangerine’s mouth opened to protest. He wanted to say that his skills lied in impossible missions, in executing too many people to count when the stakes were piled against him. He was not a bodyguard. But as he looked into Louie’s eyes - usually a dark, impenetrable slate - he spied a faint glimmer of vulnerability, a crack in his stone. That man had a weak spot. You were his whole reason for living. And Tangerine knew he would have to protect it.
“Oh for bollocks sake, fine.” Tangerine accepted the job.
~~~
You couldn’t say you were much more excited about the prospect than he was. Al faded into the background and most of the time, you forgot he was even there. You’d grown comfortable with that, with knowing what to expect. But you didn’t know anything about Tangerine, you’d never even spoken to him before. All you knew about him was his loudmouth that sent foul exclamations echoing around your house. You were very sceptical of his ability to fade into the background as well as Al had.
Today more than ever, you hoped he wouldn’t be a problem. You’d been planning on going shopping for a dress as you’d been invited to go clubbing with your friends later. You’d been looking forward to it for a while and hoped that Tangerine wouldn’t mess this up for you.
The man in question was waiting for you outside your door, arms folded across his chest in visible distaste.
He spoke no words as he fell into step besides you, following you down the staircase to the entrance way. On instinct, you waited for your bodyguard to open the door for you, as Al had always done.
Tangerine looked between you and the ornate double doors, his brows drawing down in incredulity. He pulled open the heavy door for himself and walked through, allowing it close behind himself. A draft shot through, ruffling up your hair, and you let loose an agitated groan.
You shoved the door open and kept your shoulders straight as you strode over to the car.
“Good day, madam.” Your chauffeur, Rodger, greeted you.
“I wish I could say that it was.” You retorted as you and Tangerine climbed into the car.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, love.” Tangerine commented, strapping his seatbelt in.
“Look I’m just as unhappy about the situation as you are, and-”
“Oh I’m not sure about that.”
“And there’s no need to be a dick.”
You stared pointedly at him as the car rumbled to life.
Tangerine shifted in his seat to face you. He was about to make a retort but you spoke before he could.
“I’m aware that you would much rather be out there busting kneecaps or making a knife disappear into someone’s chest, or…” An image of Tangerine forced its way into your mind. You pictured him looming over a pile of dead bodies, blood splattered across his entirety. “Or… whatever else it is that you do.” You swallowed thickly, “But it seems like we’re stuck together for now, so we might as well try to be civil.”
“Me? I’m perfectly civil. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You rolled your eyes and found your arms crossing over your chest - a mirror of his own.
Well having him around was certainly going to be fun…
He said nothing further and the silence allowed a chance for your shoulders to unwind. Towering buildings flowed past the window and into the centre of your attention. In front of the tall windows, people strolled by, carrying coffees, or walking their dogs - providing you with a welcome distraction (which lasted you the sum of a few short minutes).
For as much as you hadn’t cared for Al, it was difficult to not think about his death. A heart attack, supposedly. But from the way Louie had hardly let you out of his sight recently, and the way the housekeeper, who had found Al’s body, seemed to stutter every time she spoke, you questioned whether that was true.
Your hairs stood on end when you realised your father’s choice in hiring a psychopath might have been deliberate. Had someone killed Al? And was that killer now after you?
The mechanical drone of the car window switch drew you away from your thoughts. Cool air wafted through the window, dancing across your skin and sifting through your hair. An earthy smell, like cinnamon and citrus, carried on the breeze. You took a deep breath to inhale more of that smell, it brought you comfort like the warmth of sunlight reaching through the gaps in between tree branches. You stopped breathing entirely once you realised it was Tangerine you were inhaling.
You dared a panicked side eye glance at Tangerine to see if he’d noticed but he was too busy looking out the window to have any idea.
You jumped when the car rolled to a stop.
“We have arrived, madam.” Your chauffeur announced.
You forced a smile, “Thank you, Rodger.”
He turned to smile back at you.
Danger or not, you kind of wished you had someone like Rodger as your bodyguard instead of this murder machine. At least Roger was nice.
As you joined Tangerine on the pavement, you knew you were lying to yourself. A part of you was scared and that part of you found comfort in this stocky man who’s suit jacket was unable to hide the thick biceps that lay beneath. If you were going to be safe with anyone, it was (begrudgingly) Tangerine.
Although, that fact alone was unable to stop you from letting the shop door go to close on his face.
Twisting your head over your shoulder, your smirk faded upon seeing his hand stop the quickly-swinging glass door before it could close on him.
His glacial eyes stared daggers as he pushed through into the shop, they pinned you to the spot and made you realise how damned blue his eyes were.
“I thought we were being civil?”
“I am being civil.” You repeated his previous words with an easy smile and turned your back to him.
The store seemed to welcome you with its vast familiarity. And you had the whole place to yourself, besides the old woman who stood behind the checkout desk. They always closed the shop down for their number one customer. And this was your number one store. The most stunning designer dresses were stocked here; it wasn’t rare that you found pieces straight off the runway.
This shop was your safe space, you thought as your fingers trailed across the varying soft fabrics hanging from the rails. You took a deep breath. No looming danger nor Tangerine could ruin this for you.
Your fingers paused at a velvet dress. Humming in concentration, you assessed its suitability. It was a midnight black dress with a high leg slit. That could very well be the dress.
“Hold this for me, wouldya?” You tossed the garment at Tangerine.
Acting on reflex, he caught the dress mid-air, and then scoffed at being treated like your servant. He stared incredulously at the shop keeper, with a gaze that said: can you believe this chick?
The shopkeeper returned a beady glare that said: don’t you dare drop that dress.
Shaking his head, Tangerine turned his back to the both of them. This was hell. He couldn’t believe he was being forced to do this, to stand around playing obedient to some young girl. His experience of being tortured in Siberia after a failed mission was honestly preferable to this.
Tangerine’s foot started to tap impatiently like a bouncy ball let loose on a drum. You purposefully chose to ignore him, leafing through garments at your leisure. A short dress in two different colours caught your eye and you held them both out. Head cocking to one side, you tried to determine which would best suit you.
“They’re the same fucking colour, love. Get on with it.”
Your head whipped over your shoulder to deliver your scowl to Tangerine.
You snapped back, “Says the man wearing a suit in the perfect shade of blue to match his eyes.”
Tangerine was too taken aback by the fact you’d noticed that detail to come up with a reply.
Fuschia pink began to flush your cheeks after having exposed how much attention you’d paid towards his eyes. You held your breath, waiting to get bullied. But Tangerine said nothing. Your blush faded before it could become noticeable.
“Just don’t take all day, yeah?” He finally said.
You rolled your eyes and put the maroon dress back. You couldn’t figure this guy out. Did he ever stop being a dick? The urge to be a dick back overcame you. Giving into your desires, you flung the burgundy dress at Tangerine’s head. It hit him square in the head and the back of it flopped over his face.
You stifled a laugh.
For a good few seconds, he was too frozen to even rip the dress away from his face. He just stood there, vibrating with rage.
He tore himself free as you returned to looking through the clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him staring the sharpest daggers you’d ever seen at you.
Not looking up from the clothes rail, you commented, “You know, you should really look into getting some anger management classes?”
“YoU ShOulD rEalLy gEt AnGeR manAgEMenT clAsSeS.” He retorted in a mocking accent
He stared at you in such an exaggerated display of disbelief and anger. It was somehow comical. He would make for a great cartoon character, you realised.
“Case in point.”
“Unbelievable.” He replied.
As you continued your hunt for the perfect dress, he paced around the store like an agitated zoo animal. Each dress that you liked, you threw at Tangerine. You even sent some dresses his way that you didn’t like, just to weigh his arms down.
When you didn’t think he could possibly take anymore, you slid the changing room curtain open.
“Fucking finally.”
He hastily dumped the clothes onto the diamante wall hooks.
He shook his head again as he brushed past you out of the changing room.
“Fucking princess.” He exclaimed under his breath, not caring that you might be able to hear it.
Hearing Tangerine call you ‘princess’ did things to you that you were not ready to admit. You tugged the curtain closed with a swoosh, and you decided that you were not going to analyse your feelings. Not today at least.
Tangerine slumped into a leather chair next to the changing room. God, he needed to smoke. But Louie would kill him if he found out that he’d left his little girl alone for even a second. He was tempted to light one up in the store, tell that wrinkly sultana behind the counter to shove it. But he eyed the fuckton of water sprinklers lining the ceiling, and he decided it wasn’t worth it.
The shop must be haunted and a ghost must have possessed you. There is no other explanation for why you swung the curtain open to show Tangerine how you looked in the first dress, the black velvet dress you’d picked out earlier.
Your heart definitely didn’t sink when Tangerine looked you over dismissively.
“What do you think?” You prompted.
“It looks alright.”
Your face flushed for an entirely different reason; his anger was infectious. You tried not to slam the curtain closed, you didn’t want it to be obvious how much that pissed you off. God, you craved his approval. You hated that, and you hated how your hands now flicked through the clothes in an attempt to find a dress that impressed him.
You pulled on the next dress that was among your favourites. A silver dress with a plunging neckline. Again, you were met with a bored glance over.
Fewer and fewer clothes were left to try on and you were beginning to think that Tangerine was saying ‘no’ to every dress purely out of spite. There was only one dress left that was among your favourite picks, the burgundy dress. It was short and silky, from the Fall Dolce and Gabbana collection. You’d left it as one of the last dresses to try on because it looked difficult to get into, with the corset detailing at the back. It would be a struggle to get into it yourself.
Tangerine.” You called. “Can you help me?”
You heard a sigh and then footsteps that faltered just before the curtain.
“You’re decent right?”
You replied, not entirely sure if wearing a half-done up dress was considered ‘decent’. “Yeah?”
At the sight of your exposed back, he exclaimed “Oh for christ sake.”
He caught a glimpse of your dark underwear from where the corset hadn’t been tied tight enough.
If Louie found out he was seeing his daughter like this… He would be shot. No, his fingers would be chopped off one by one, along with his teeth, along other ‘appendages’. And then he would be shot.
“I’m not doing this.”
He backed away to get the shopkeeper to help but you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“She gives me the creeps.” You whispered under your breath.
In fairness, that old woman creeped him out a bit too.
He craned his head outside of the changing room and stared through the glass door just to calm his paranoia that no one was watching. When he was fairly certain he wasn’t being followed, he drew the curtain closed.
He focused solely on the black ribbon as his fingers tugged each strand tight, careful not to touch your skin. His cautiousness made him slow and it was your turn to grow impatient, but in an entirely different way. The warmth of his fingers danced so close to your skin and you wished he would slip up and actually fucking touch you. But he had perfect precision. Of course he did.
“How tight do you want it?” He asked.
“Tight.” You replied.
You steadied your hands against the mirror as he gathered the ends of the ribbons. In the reflection, you could see his great hulking frame leaning over you. You started to imagine doing an entirely different activity that involved Tangerine behind you and a mirror in front of you. The corset suddenly pulled tight, constricting your movements and your breathing. You never knew a corset could feel this kinky.
Oh God. You wanted to tear your brain out of your head, give it a little bath and pop it back in again. You couldn’t believe you were having these thoughts about Tangerine of all people. Nope. You would analyse this another day. For now, you would pretend that a wetness wasn’t starting to gather in your pants imagining Tangerine tying a bow made of rope instead of ribbon.
“Too tight?” He asked, snapping you from your thoughts.
“No, No, it’s perfect.” You smiled as if you had a full lung capacity. You didn’t want to wound your pride by admitting he had overestimated the strength of your ribcage.
Your eyes flashes nervously across the dress once you remembered your goal to impress Tangerine. Ruched lines ran along the dress, emphasising your breasts, your waists, your hips. It moulded to your body perfectly, making you feel like the million dollars that you are.
When you realised Tangerine hadn’t said a single thing, you spun around to face him.
“Well?”
His eyes grazed along your body, betraying absolutely no emotion. But you noticed that his eyes struggled to meet your own, they shifted to the carpet before finally finding the courage to look you in the eyes.
“You look…” He faltered. “It’s a nice dress.”
You made no attempt to hide the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.
[A/N: This is what I based the dress on but if the corset bit was at the back hehe]
~~~
When you met up with your friends, they glanced Tangerine up and down and then gave you a glance that said: well isn’t he attractive?
Very surprisingly, he actually did disappear into the background. He was just a blue-jacket blur in your periphery, albeit a slightly agitated blur. Blessedly, as you began to forget he was there, as too did you start to forget about your feelings towards him.
Finally, you made it to the club and the hours sped by in a drunken haze. You enjoyed seeing your friends and being able to forget about everything for a moment. To just let loose and dance.
Tangerine was starting to get extremely done with this night. He pulled his tie loose. Being surrounded by drunken idiots in a hot, dark and smelly room was beyond unpleasant. He itched for a drink or a cigarette so he didn’t have to cope with being sober for this bullshit. But, begrudgingly, he needed to stay sharp to keep an eye on you. Something he was growing extremely bored of. His head was leaned against his hand on the armrest of a sticky sofa, suit jacket draped over his arm.
He’d been there for hours. And as your friends started to drop like flies, going home one after the other, he really thought you’d want to go home soon. But no. You continued to dance, with a seemingly endless well of drunken energy. It was just you and two other friends now.
He had to admit your dancing had been shockingly good to begin with. But your movements had become sloppy and you even stumbled over your feet a few times, which you laughed off with your friends. Tangerine rolled his eyes. You were incredibly fucked. And he didn’t even see you drink that much. Lightweight.
His head slumped further against his hand as he watched you twirl and giggle. He didn’t want to admit that part of the reason he felt so miserable right now was because he longed to be over there dancing with you, even if he thought the music was shit.
He checked his watch. Right, he couldn’t take it anymore. It was 3 fucking am and he needed a cigarette.
He strode over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
Shouting over the music, he spoke, “I’m going out for a smoke, alright?”
“Okay, have fun!” You beamed at him.
He turned to your friends. They seemed a lot more sober than you. He looked between the two of them with a grave stare. “I’m going out for a few minutes. Make sure she’s okay, yeah?”
They looked between each other awkwardly, unused to your bodyguard approaching them, but nodded.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he picked up his pace as he headed for the alleyway.
~~~
Something didn't feel right. Not as your vision started to swim. The outline of those around you started to fade and pulse, colours bled into each other. You squinted, trying to force your eyes into focus. Unfamiliar faces turned to look at you. Where had your friends gone?
You forced a smile and carried on dancing to the best of your ability. This was fine. You were fine. Your friends would be around here somewhere, they’d find you soon. You just focused on dancing to the music and on keeping your breathing even.
Your heart felt strange. You thought it would be racing with the panic rising in your chest. But it seemed to be slowing, which was somehow even more terrifying.
Your eyes covertly scanned the club, desperately seeking out a friendly face. The lights flashed in your eyes, dazzling you with an overwhelming blur of colour. It hurt your head. Your eyebrows knitted together and you clenched your eyes shut. Everything was spinning. It was hard to think. It was hard to stand.
A hand snaked around your waist, holding you upright.
"Mmmm, thank you." You said, relieved by this sudden support.
You twisted around to face this stranger and were met with a pang of terror that you couldn't place the source of.
The man’s face was a dark blot. As the overhead lights flashed in changing colours, you struggled to put a single label to his face. Attractive? Kind? He was a mess of blue, fading into green, flashing into red. You didn't recognise him. Had you expected to?
It was too much for your drowning brain to process. You felt like a tiny insect beneath the claws of a predator. You tried to back away but your legs started to disappear from your grasp. You couldn’t feel them anymore, couldn’t control them. One of your heels gave out from under you and you stumbled backwards.
The man's grip followed you. "Don't worry, I've got you."
Your back hit something. The wall? Pain spread throughout your skull and you realise you must have whacked it on the plasterboard. Dizziness pounded in your brain. Folding forwards, you groaned and tried to hold your head. But the stranger grabbed your hands and placed them on his shoulders.
"You're alright." He reassured, placing a hand on either side of your face.
His thumbs stroked your skin and his eyes, whose colour you couldn't place, roamed across your face like he was devouring you. When he was finished using his eyes, his mouth delved towards your own. No. This couldn’t be happening. This isn’t what you wanted. You don’t think so at least? It was hard to tell what was going on. Had you made the first move?
The stench of cheap booze closes in around you and you feel vomit rise in your throat but not far enough to spew. His lips finally hit and an unknown terror surges through you, which only intensifies when you try to push him away but your hand slides down his shirt. He catches your wrist and places it back uselessly on his shoulder.
You try to will your muscles into action but they melt away from your grasp. So much so that it takes no effort for his tongue to slide between your lips, like a knife sliding into butter. You can’t believe your body would betray you, to allow this man access to all that he wants.
Stop, stop. You need it to stop. His hands roam your body, fondling your waist, groping your breasts. It feels like his fingers are leaving dirt and grime in their wake. You fear you will never be able to feel clean again. Tears prick at your eyes.
"Stop. Please." You mumble against his mouth, barely coherent.
He didn’t care enough to make sense of your murmurs. No, even in your delirious state, you were able to figure out that this man was scum. You were able to realise that you were trapped within every woman’s worst nightmare. You had become another statistic, another victim, with no means to fight back against whatever he wished to do to you.
A tight string of despair wrapped around your heart at the thought of what else he might be planning to do with you.
~~~
Tangerine stamped out the embers of his cigarette butt.
A rancid wall of heat smacked him in the face once he reentered the club and he cringed. Wiping some sweat from his forehead, he scanned the club. The crowd was starting to die out. Not many people were left on the outskirts, and only the very front of the dance floor was still crowded. On a quick glance, he couldn’t seem to see you. Or your friends. Panic started to settle in his chest.
He shoved through the remaining sweaty bodies. The panic wound tighter when you weren’t at the same spot he’d left you. You weren’t at the front of the dance floor. Some guy was knocked off balance and fell to the floor as Tangerine bulldozed his way back out of the crowd.
“What the hell, dickhead?” The guy exclaimed.
His words disappeared into the music as Tangerine found you in the middle of an intense makeout session. Great, he’d gotten worked up over nothing. He collapsed back down on a nearby sofa, somehow even more agitated than before.
His eyes roamed the crowd and he was still unable to find your friends. Did they really leave you on your own? He shook his head. You needed better friends.
His eyes kept snagging on you and that random dude but he tore them away, not wanting to invade your privacy. A peculiar feeling of jealousy and disgust washed over him. Someone as grubby as that shouldn't be kissing you. You were much too good for him. He couldn’t stop watching. He wasn’t sure why. At first he thought it was some masochistic desire to hurt himself after a very long day. But it wasn’t masochism that buzzed at the back of his mind. It was a hunter’s instinct. His eyes narrowed.
You tried to turn your head away from the man but his hand brought you back to him.
A coil snapped inside of Tangerine. His vision darkened at the edges. Everything faded away until there was nothing but him and that vile piece of shit.
~~~
[A/N: I recommend listening to Holding Out for a Hero here. Original version; Bullet Train version]
In one moment, your world was a whirl of panic and disgust. In the next, a cool breeze rushed over you as the stranger was ripped away from you.
You blinked away your confusion to see Tangerine. How had you forgotten about Tangerine?
You sagged against the wall, relief flooding your body as you braced your palms against the cold surface.
"You disgusting fucking cunt." Tangerine spat.
His hands were clenched in the front of the man's shirt, keeping him in place as he reeled his other fist back and cracked it against his nose.
Your world fell into a sharp focus. You could actually see the guy's nose dislodge from where it was supposed to be, and could hear the sickening snap reverberate in your ears.
Tangerine immediately followed through with another punch. A powerful bundle of muscles tensed beneath Tangerine's shirt as he threw the full force of his weight into the next punch. It hit the nose square on again, breaking it in a second direction. It would take a very expensive and very painful surgery to get that nose looking anything like it used to.
"Shit man I wasn't going to do anything." He defended, putting his hands up to protect his face.
"Bloody bollocks, mate."
Tangerine sent a powerful knee into the man's stomach. Doubling over, the man let out a pained wheeze.
Tangerine allowed him no respite. He sent an uppercut to the man's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. The man threw a wild punch to protect himself but Tangerine dodged it with ease.
Tangerine's hand curled in the man's hair and kept him still to deliver punch after punch. He showed no sign of letting up, not as the man’s face transformed into a bruised pulp, not as blood streamed from his nose and mouth, coating Tangerine’s knuckles vermillion. No, he was frenzied. His pupils shook within their glacial irises. His slicked back hair had become an unruly mess of curls. Raw power rippled off his every muscle, it emanated from his very being.
His fist froze mid-air, breaking from his murderous trance, as he remembered that you were watching. He whipped his head to look at you, breath catching in his throat at the thought that he would find fear in your wide eyes. Fear of him.
You swallowed hard under his scrutinising gaze. You were discovering so many new things about yourself today when you found yourself completely enamoured with the way Tangerine’s face looked with blood splattered across it. His visage unsteadied you, causing you to sway against the wall ever so slightly.
Tangerine's fingers released from the man’s hair. He thudded to the floor as Tangerine rushed over to you, placing a hand on either shoulder to steady you.
"Are you okay?" His eyes darted across your face.
You weren’t sure how to answer that question but found your head slowly shaking from side to side.
There was something so comforting about the way Tangerine looked at you. It felt like you were being held. Tears welled in your eyes.
Another wave of rage overcame him at the sight of your tears.
"You despicable bastard." He exclaimed, unable to stop himself from turning to deliver a barrage of kicks to the man’s stomach.
His foot disappeared again and again into him. The man was too focused on trying to breathe through the pool of blood surrounding the lower half of his face to fight back.
In-between spluttered breaths, he cried out. “Stop! I’m sorry! Please stop.”
You could hear his trembling lips in the way he spoke. The pure terror in his voice made you feel a little sympathetic. But not enough to ask Tangerine to stop.
His pathetic grovelling inspired another surge of rage through him. With a quick swipe of his foot, he twisted the man face down onto the floor. Not missing a beat, his foot cracked down onto the square of his back. You heard crunch after crunch of Tangerine’s foot coming down hard. You wondered if he’d ever be able to walk again.
Once he was sure he’d covered the entirety of the guy’s spine, Tangerine pulled away. Releasing a shaky breath, he wiped his bloody hands on his shirt and then tried to set his hair back to some semblance of collectedness.
When he was done, he held his hand out to you. Butterflies burst in your abdomen to be offered the hand of someone capable of such precise yet barbarous acts of violence. You took his hand gladly, fingers curling around his warm, calloused skin.
He pulled you away from the wall and you threw yourself at his chest. As you breathed in his scent, there was no stopping the tears from streaming down your cheeks, dampening his shirt.
Ignoring the traumatised stares of the patrons around him, he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. He wondered how on earth anyone would want to hurt someone as small and as fragile as you.
With a gentle hand, he stroked your hair and spoke, "Let's get you home."
~~~
Objects faded in and out of your world, all of them jarring, and none of them providing you with enough to hold onto before you were slipping away again. The glare of a streetlight rushed over you, and then another. You were lying down in the back of a car. Roger’s car. Your mind went suddenly blank and your heavy eyelids started to shutter. The sound of the rumbling engine curled around you like a blanket. The roar of a motorbike cut through you and you twitched hard, startling yourself awake.
“Shhh, you’re alright.” Tangerine stroked your hair and you realised you were lying down in his lap.
It was so hard to process anything. Your body felt weird like you weren’t really there. At the same time, everything was still spinning, twisting and turning around you, making you feel like you were going to fall away from the carseat and disappear into nothingness. You wrapped your arms around Tangerine’s waist and pressed your face tight against the warmth of his body.
You focused on the rhythm of his fingers carding through his hair. It gave you something to focus on. Your fear of falling into the void slipped away. There was nothing but Tangerine’s expert fingers soothing you.
~~~
You must have fallen asleep because the next time you opened your eyes, you found that you were tucked into bed. You still felt like shit. Your limbs felt floppy, your head pounded, and it was still an effort to form a coherent thought.
In the muted amber light of your bedside lamp, you spotted Tangerine slumped in a chair he’d pulled closer to your bed. You smiled when you noticed that he was a quarter of the way through one of your favourite books. He must have stolen it from your shelf.
Your smile widened when you realised Tangerine must have carried you here from the car. You wished you’d been conscious during that experience, to feel fully supported by those strong arms.
“You’re awake.” He noticed.
His anxious eyes combed over to see if you were okay and one of his brows quirked upwards upon noticing your smile.
“Did you have a good dream?” He asked.
Averting your gaze, you replied, “I guess you could say that.”
“How are you feeling apart from that? Can I get you anything?”
Propping some pillows behind your back, you sat up in bed. You immediately regretted it when your head started to pound.
“Maybe some water.” You replied.
“I got you a glass already.” He pointed towards the bedside table
“Oh, thank you.” You said, reaching over to take a sip.
You tried not to gush over how sweet it was he’d already thought to get you water. Instead, you concentrated on trying to come up with an answer to his question about how you were feeling. Memories of what happened came rushing back and the smile died on your face.
“I’m- erm- I’m not feeling great.”
“Do you… want to talk about it?”
You didn’t think you could handle processing what happened right now.
You replied, “maybe later.”
He nodded.
An uncomfortable silence settled over the two of you, both unsure of what to say in this situation. You drank some more water.
“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I can’t believe I fucking left you.”
He didn’t meet your eyes when he spoke. His gaze was fixed on a spot of carpet in the distance. Memories of what happened replayed in his head. He had been trusted to be your bodyguard and on his very first day, he’d let something horrific happen to you.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, despising himself.
“You couldn’t have known what was going to happen.” You wished he was closer so you could offer some physical comfort, touch his shoulder or something, anything.
“Nah, you’re too nice, love. I fucked up.”
The amber lamplight cast a soft shadow across one half of his face. In the gentle light, he seemed like an entirely different person. He seemed softer.
He continued, “I promise it won’t happen again.”
His eyes finally met your own. Sincerity turned his eyes a pale, watery blue. You wanted to swim in them.
“Oh and one more thing.” He interjected, his eyes darting away from you again. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out at the club. I know I went a little overboard with the-”
“No.” You interrupted. “No, not at all. Honestly I think he deserved worse than that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you mean that? Because I can have that arranged.”
People had joked about hurting people for you before, like when your friends offered to kill your shitty ex boyfriend. It was jarring to realise that Tangerine wasn’t joking. Picturing Tangerine hurt that man in such slow and sadistic ways stirred something within you.
“Honestly… Yes.”
“Consider it done.” A frown dawned upon him. “I never pegged you as the murderous type.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. A lot of people in this house see me as nothing more than a spoiled mafia brat.”
Tangerine looked down at his hands. He may or may not have assumed that of you.
You continued, “and I’m willing to bet you’re more than just a mafia thug.”
All people ever saw in him was a killer. Letting people believe that kept people at a distance from him. Distance was safe.
Distance was lonely.
He met your eyes, truly met your eyes. While you were beginning to see this other side to him, he too was truly seeing you for the first time. You felt so thoroughly seen by him too.
An agonising throb of pain spread throughout your skull. With a small groan of pain, you reached up to soothe your headache.
“Y/N.” He exclaimed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need to sleep.”
“Oh, erm, yeah. I should leave and let you rest.”
He lifted from the chair and panic stung your nerves.
“Actually” you stammered, “can you stay?”
“Of course.”
He settled back in his chair as you got comfy in bed. Now that you were left in silence, your feelings started to seep into you. It was an indescribable feeling, some Frankenstein’s monster made of the body parts from dread, loathing and grief. Your heart somehow physically hurt.
“Tan…” You found yourself mumbling before you’d even thought about it.
“Hmmm?”
“Can you… come here.”
He crouched at the side of your bed. “What do you need?”
“I erm… I know it's a lot to ask. But could you lie in bed with me? Sorry, I just, erm…”
You didn’t know how to explain your sadness and how you didn’t think you could face it alone.
“I understand.” He gave a small smile of reassurance. “Of course I can lie next to you.”
You released the breath you realised you’d been holding. “Thank you.”
You shuffled over and he climbed awkwardly into bed next to you. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable so he lay down as close to the edge as possible.
You craved his warmth and silently begged that he was closer. But you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. So you turned your back to him, in the hopes that he would feel more at ease without your face turned his way with the potential to watch him, to see him.
A slight warmth tickled your back. At least you could still feel that he was there, that you had someone watching over you. It was enough to quiet the pain. It was enough to sleep.
“Goodnight.” You spoke.
“Goodnight.” He replied, straining to turn out the light.
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You found yourself waking up again a few hours later. Only this time your head was on Tangerine’s chest and his arm was wrapped around you. You lifted your head and found him sound asleep, mouth slightly ajar, releasing breaths that ruffled the ends of his moustache hair. A smile warmed your lips at the sight of him.
You knew you would have to process what happened at the club soon. That a seemingly unbearable amount of pain lay in wait for you. But for now, you chose to close your eyes and listen to Tangerine’s steady heartbeat. And finally, you fell into a deep and restful sleep.
Those who may be interested: @tangerinesgf @poetic-fiasco @earth-elemental18 @addie0ffset @peachyspaceslvt @amyg1509 @whiskykisses
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this is the back of louie romeo’s cigarette card from mafia de. i want you to take notice of two things.
first of all: hollywood. los ondas is los angeles, not las vegas–i honestly don’t know why everyone assumed otherwise other than not seeing the back of the card.
second of all: “ten years ago the families on the east coast needed eyes in the west.” this card is from the 1930s, which means louie took power in the ‘20s.
mafia 4 is a prequel. i’ve read about LA in the 1920s, namely that it boomed then and the mob grew incredibly powerful (my source for this is the book handsome johnny, if you’re interested), so i figured if mafia 4 is set in the ‘20s (which, as it’s a prequel, i expect it will be) then los angeles is an obvious setting, especially if they’ve already hinted at it. i didn’t even realize the card said “ten years ago” until now, but that’s all the more evidence. i will say i highly doubt louie will be the player character–he oversees it all, while protags are usually rank and file guys (or they start out that way), so i think he’ll be our boss. and in keeping with tradition i bet he dies at the end. either way, i’m almost certain we’re gonna get 1920s los ondas (los angeles).
i’ve seen people (namely @swiftcola) suggest a 1950s havana setting would make a lot of sense based on fredo clemente’s card, and i agree, but obviously we’re not getting ‘50s now. my best guess is that they teased two possible settings because they didn’t know at the time which they’d do, so they wanted to have options.
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Did you have any relationships with Johnny’s associates? What were they like?
His first mafia crew, they were fun and ruthless, especially his old boss. I did have one other person I liked there but then Johnny's boss lost a bet with Fat Tony that results in him being moved to Springfield. Fat Tony's crew kept changing having new members to them going missing so I decided to let Johnny deal with that mess but at least I get to punish that Louie guy sometimes.
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Im pretty interested in your trans headcanon for Legs! I’m wondering how’d being in the mafia affected his transition though. I’m sure there’s mobsters who wouldn’t take too kindly to that, but I assume Tony and other capos are pretty accepting of it!
I will go into detail about it more in my fic "The Peak," which I'm writing with Fernikart57
in my mind, he's so very low key about it, and he gets the HRT meds himself with as few people knowing as possible. I imagine even Louie doesn't know he's trans till much later
so the guys don't know. They know about Carmine, because he doesn't pass as well; he doens't have access to any hormones or anything. Carina was much older when she started to transition, and she was already the boss of her own crew by that time; by then Don Vittorio already held her in high regard so he defended her against any detractors about her gender identity
but Legs will be interesting. He is terrified of anyone finding out. He's so very private and personal anyway. If and when Tony and the guys find out, they will have mixed reactions. Tony will defend Legs though he'll be shocked, and this will make him think differrently about things. He might act like Legs betrayed him for a while, and put him on hard jobs for a while. But he will soon realize nothing has actually changed.
some of the guys might have some rude things to say, one or more might forever treat him differently, some cold to him, some acting chivalrous, which would annoy Legs. and Legs will have to once again prove himself as worthy to the crew
but yeah i think this inspires me to work on my fic some more!
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Still petty about it, so here’s the main characters in Family Guy VS The Simpsons off the top of my head (so memorial ones)
Family Guy:
Peter,
Meg,
Lois,
Chris,
Stewie,
Brian,
Weird Chin,
Joe,
Cleveland,
Death
uuuuuuuhh the bar guy,
bar guy 2.0,
Herbert,
Brian 2.0
The Simpsons:
Homer,
Lisa,
Marge,
Bart,
Maggie,
Krusty,
Moe,
Lenny,
Carl,
Barney,
Chief Wiggum,
Ralf,
Skinner,
Milhouse,
Ned,
Chalmers,
Sideshow Bob,
Sideshow Mel,
Smithers,
Burns,
Grandpa,
Apu,
Mrs. Krabappel,
Kent Brockman,
Lou,
Martin,
Alien 1,
Alien 2,
Reverend,
Fat Tony,
Sherri,
Terri,
Todd,
Rod,
Dr Hibbert,
Dr Riviera,
Mrs. Hoover,
Jimbo,
Nelson,
Joe Quimby,
Agnes,
Snake,
Kirk,
Sea Captain,
Disco Stu,
Luigi,
Crazy Cat Lady,
Aunt Patty,
Aunt Selma,
Moleman,
Mona,
Maude,
Comic Book Guy,
Jasper Beardly,
Otto,
Gil,
Sideshow Cecil,
Willie,
Cletus,
Dolph,
Professor Frink,
Yes Guy,
Lionel Hutz,
Kearney,
Wendell,
Troy,
Legs (mafia),
Louie (mafia),
Luann,
Allison,
Wiseguy,
Sanjay,
Sam,
Larry,
Duffman,
Cookie Kwan,
Artie,
Charlie,
Kumiko,
Tightlips,
Shauna,
Unibrow Baby
and way more that I have too much of a headache to name
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Just as I thought. There is no girl. Wow and I thought Homer Simpson’s Ego was big
I tell you what tho, she is as ugly as u
No offense. Sorry if i hurt ur feelin's
#anon series#louie walters#you ask i answered#springfield mafia#simpsons#roleplay#truth hurts but oh well#don't you guys have better comebacks then this
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F A N F I C T I O N
Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo
AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf
There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request
(reader insert crap)
I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever
You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff
If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble
If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise
Please be specific in your request ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)
Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that
Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp
Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc
Fairy Tail:
Natsu
Gray
Loke/leo
Laxus
Sting
Rouge
Gajeel
Zeref
Jellal
Jackal
Lucy
Levy
Juvia
Guildarts
Freed
Erza
DBH:
Connor
Hank
Markus
Gavin
nines
ATLA:
Aang
Zuko
Sokka
Katara
Toph
mai
ty lee
azula
BNHA:
Izuku
Katsuki
Shouto
Denki
Eijiro
Tenya
Toshinori
Shouta
hizashi
fumikage
neito
mirio
takami
hitoshi
inasa
Enji
keigo
rumi
momo
mina
ochaco
dabi
shigaraki
overhaul
sir nighteye
kurogiri
toga
twice
Inuyasha:
Inuyahsa
kagome
naraku
miroku
koga
sesshomaru
sango
BNA:
michiru
shirou
nazuna
alan
marie
pinga
Sherlock:
Sherlock
john
moriarty
mycroft
greg
molly
Harry potter:
harry
ron
hermione
draco
cedric
Black Butler:
ciel
sebastian
bard
finny
ash
claude
alois
triplets
william
grell
ronald
undertaker
joker
dagger
agni
soma
pluto
beast
lizzy
mey-rin
ran-mao
edward
aleistar
vincent
real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)
snake
charles grey
charles phipps
gregory
cheslock
joanne
maurice
herman
clayton
lawrance
mcmillan
edgar
blavat
seiglinde
MLB:
Marinette/ladybug
adrien/chat noir
gabriel/hawkmoth
nathaniel
marc
luka
alya
nino
felix
bridgette
chloe
TPN:
emma
ray
norman
don
gilda
leslie
Undertale:
sans
papyrus
frisk
toriel
chara
asriel
asgore
grillby
gaster
mettaton
blooky
AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell
Beastars:
legoshi
haru
louis
juno
gouhin
melon
Gravity falls:
dipper
mable
ford
wendy
robbie
bill
AU-reverse falls, monster falls
SVTFOE:
star
marco
tom
toffee
Hazbin:
alastor
angle dust
charlie
husk
vaggie
lucifer
val
vox
Pokemon:
Gladion
ash
clemont
serena
james
jesse
zeraora
lucario
mewtwo
zacian
zamazenta
literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)
guzma
kukui
alain
lysandre
bede
hop
leon
milo
allister
raihan
marnie
piers
ACNH:
tom nook
raymond
lobo
kabuki
lolly
marshal
Isabelle
redd
fang
Avengers:
tony
steve
bucky
clint
natasha
dr. strange
thor
loki
peter
Voltron:
lance
keith
shiro
hunk
lotor
pidge
Aggretsuko:
tadano
haida
hyoudou
The hobbit:
literally JUST smaug
MLP:
twilight
pinkie
apple jack
rainbow
fluttershy
rarity
discord
Maid sama:
takumi
misaki
shoichiro
the three idiots
aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)
sotaro
tora
kanade
kuga
koma
yujiro
shosei
Naruto:
naruto
sauske
kakashi
itachi
gaara
neji
shikamaru
kurama
kiba
OHSHC:
tamaki
haruhi
hikaru
karou
both twins
kyoya
hunny
mori
kasanoda
nekosawa
Cells at work:
white blood cell
red blood cell
killer t cell
Little witch academia:
atsuko
diana
sucy
lotte
amanda
andrew
louis
frank
Pucca:
pucca
garu
tobe
abyo
Glitter force:
emily/Miyuki
kelsey/Akane
lily/Yayoi
april/Nao
chole/Reika
ulric/wolfrun
rascal
Glitter force doki doki:
ira
maya/Mana
rachel/Rikka
clara/Alice
mackenzie/Makoto
TMNT(2012):
leonardo
raphael
michelangelo
donatello
splinter
april
ROTG:
aster bunnymund
north
pitch
sandy
jack
tooth
Soul eater:
death the kid
soul
black star
maka
stein
Aot:
levi
eren
armin
mikasa
jean
erwin
IT(2017):
pennywise
richie
beverly
eddie
stanley
ben
bill
henry
patrick
victor
belch
bowers gang
losers club
kamisama kiss:
nanami
tomoe
mizkui
kurama
otohiku
mikage
jiro
The outsiders:
dallas
darry
ponyboy
johnny
two-bit
steve
soda
Diabolik lovers:
shu
reiji
ayato
laito
kanato
subaru
yui
karlheinz
kou
azuza
carla
ruki
richter
yuma
shin
Hamilton:
alex
john
king george
george washington
lafayette
hercules
philip
aaron
thomas
Venom(2018):
eddie/venom
Tokyo mew mew:
ichigo
zakuro
tart
pie
Kisshu
Fran bow
Fran
remor
itward
mr. midnight
Steven universe
steven
connie
pearl
amethyst
larz
sadie
garnet
lapiz
peridot
spinel
Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto
sakamota
Shou
Gargantia on the verdurous planet
ledo
amy
Animaniacs
yakko
wakko
dot
Over the garden wall
wirt
beast
Sonic
sonic
tails
knuckles
amy
shadow
Snow white with the red hair
Shirayuki
zen
obi
The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)
Leonhart
Sariphi
Lanteveldt
Anubis/Sirius
Jormungand
Fenrir
Nir
Joz
Ilya
Beetlejuice(musical)
beetlejuice
lydia
Creepypasta
Jeff the killer
slenderman
offenderman
trenderman
splenderman
ticci toby
masky
hoodie
BEN drowned
eyeless jack
laughing jack
homicidal liu
zalgo
clockwork
Jason the toymaker
puppeteer
Yu-gi-oh
Seto Kaiba
FNAF
Freddy
bonnie
chica
foxy
golden freddy
toy freddy
toy bonnie
toy chica
mangle (male and female ver pls specify)
marionette ^
springtrap
william afton/ purple guy
baby
funtime freddy
ennard
nightmare freddy
nightmare bonnie
nightmare chica
nightmare foxy
nightmare mangle
fredbear
nightmare fredbear
Cuphead
cuphead
mugman
devil
king dice
Bendy and the ink machine
bendy
boris
alice
Duck tales
Scrooge (aged down tho)
webby
della
donald
louie
dewey
huey
launchpad
lena
Dream smp
everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)
#anime#the outsiders#kamisama kiss#it 2017#aot#tpn#fairy tail#bna#bnha#mha#soul eater#rotg#tmnt 2012#glitter force#glitter force doki doki#pucca#little witch academia#my little pony#mlp#my hero academia#boco no hero academia#the promised neverland#cells at work#naruto#ohshc#ouran high school host club#maid sama#the hobbit#aggretsuko#beastars
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Enjoy my rant of me creating a found family trope out of the freaking mafia
Listen, there are plenty of moments in the show where the wiseguys appear that makes them seem like a family.
Obviously, Tony is the father because he always seems like a good guy when taking care of his friends and also because he has a son of his own, So I'd imagine his father instincts also come in handy for his gang members.
Then Legs I mean he is already seen as like the Caretaker of the gang, he is know to be a experienced Mob Doctor and possible Therapist.
So he'd be the guy that would visit you while you were sick at home and bring food.
But since we're talking family-wise, I'd say he's the oldest of the family. First-born and has seen so much chaos through-out his life. He possibly matured at a young age after his two siblings were born and so is just vibing. A brother that just sits on the couch, listens to you if you have problems but mainly just there to chill. Not that much at home because of his own life and would be considered the thanksgiving sibling who only comes like-- maybe one time each four months.
Then there's Johnny, the ain't saying nuthin type, who really is just a caporegime and not actually part of Fat tony's inner circle which would make sense since he's betrayed them like three times.
Like his nickname, Johnny says very little, which often makes it hard to figure out what his personality is like.
BUT he seems like the serious and self-reserved type, takes his job serious and can be a bit annoying at times.
I guess he could be the type of older brother that has already done every single little party trick in the book and now being grown up and better knowing, he lectures his younger siblings how to be safer in life and gives them tips to not get caught by the police like he once got.
Oh yeah, he definitely had a wild young adulthood, if you know what I mean~
Since Frankie is never that much around and involved in the shenanigans with the others, possibly because of his squeamish nature, I still wanna include him since he's part of the family.
Frankie is THAT younger brother, the one who you would need to always keep an extra eye on him because if you look for just ONE SECOND away he has already ate a flower to find out what it tastes like, beat down a bee hive to just wanna say hi to the friendly bees and has most definitely ate sand.
Nonetheless, he's a bit much.
And Louie, the baby of the bunch, who is just so clingy to Tony that it's adorable. He always makes himself wanna be useful and overall gives off major baby vibes.
Though don't let that cute image of him get to you, he's still a skilled hit-man who isn't afraid to kill or wound anyone that stands in his way .... though personally I can't even imagine him killing someone because he's such a baby
There was one episode, I can't remember the title, there was one where Louie was seen in the background of a meeting held at the elementary school along with a bunch of other people. When Skinner announced that they were no longer giving away free cookies, Louie was one of the many people that left AND ALSO Along with Fat Tony and Legs, Louie has been seen attending the monthly pancake dinner at the Springfield Catholic Church
AND
He owns a 'Folk Diva Mix' CD that includes Janis Ian's "At Seventeen."
How much more baby can it get?!
Safe to say, he's the baby.
Papa's favorite boy and so innocent.
He's like that one baby brother the other siblings would absolutely kill people over if they even dared to hurt him.
Jesus, look at me-
I am creating a found family trope out of a literal mafia
Meh, at least it's cute to imagine though
#And if you're wondering about Michael#Don't worry he's also in this#He's the little brother that seems innocent but oh boy#does he have a dark side#Springfield Mafia#Louie#Legs#Fat Tony#Johnny Tightlips#Frankie the squealer#Michael D'amico#Found Family
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Thoughts on season 32
I skipped some episodes, but I watched about 3/4 of them and wrote mini reviews of each.
Undercover Burns: Decent episode. Nothing super funny but nothing bad either. I liked Carl falling through the trap door and I got a chuckle out of the ‘useless solar power’ stand at Burns’ fair.
I, Carumbus: Ok. Bonus points for Fat Tony appearing, but it was just okay. Very middle of the road.
Now You Museum, Now You Don’t: Eh.
Treehouse Of Terror XXXI: Fairly weak intro and first segment. The second segment was alright, though the multiple Homers plot was done before (and better) in the past. I did like Noir Homer and Noir Smithers though. The third segment was actually pretty good, but it would’ve been better without Ralph showing up to say stupid things.
Podcast News: Okay. Not bad, not great.
The Road To Cincinnati: Pretty good. I loved seeing Seymour flip his shit and straight up attack Chalmers. I feel like this was a callback to classic era Seymour, a man not to be trifled with. He even poisons a guy!
Sorry Not Sorry: Alright I guess. Ms.Hoover didn’t get any back story, it was a much more about Lisa which was disappointing.
A Springfield Summer Christmas for Christmas: Herman wearing an ugly Christmas sweater! Other than that, eh.
The Dad Feelings Unlimited: It was okay. I’m glad Kumiko got ample screen time and her playing with Maggie was cute, but I wish she was developed more. Instead it was just a CBG backstory/exposition episode. I still don’t like him. Homer and Marge getting trapped in the crypt playing smooth jazz was funny.
Diary Queen: Even though Edna was only in it for a few minutes I really liked this one. It was sweet but funny (I loved Nelson buying the jar of cut out swear words and Seymour telemarketing.) Edna/Seymour should’ve been end game, but Edna/Flanders is alright too. The Springfield mafia cameo was great. A frustrated Johnny asking, “Why are corpses so buoyant?” and Frankie responding “Cause I’m not dead yet!” was funny, as was the exchange between Tony and Louie.
Do Pizza Bots Dream Of Electric Guitars?: Okay, but I really wish the show would stop with the Homer crying like a baby over stupid things gag. Disco Stu’s mom being Public Domain Debbie was kind of funny.
Manger Things: I’m so bored of the Homer and Marge have marriage troubles episodes, and Maude being mean felt very out of character.
Uncut Femmes: Another good episode! It was nice to see Sarah Wiggum finally get some character development after spending almost 30 years as a flat background character. Seeing Lindsey Neagle in a villainous role was interesting, and I think it fits her. Also Bernice speaks in this episode! She’s so catty but I like her.
Burger Kings: Eh. The ‘Burns is old and frail’ jokes were pretty bad.
The Man From G.R.A.M.P.A: Decent episode with some funny moments, but the ending was anticlimactic.
The Last Barfighter: Interesting premise, but I wouldn’t want to drink with Moe. He’d tell all his fellow club members my secrets! 😮
Overall, season 32 seems fairly decent, with Diary Queen and Uncut Femmes being my favorite episodes. And all my favorite characters got scenes and dialogue, which pleasantly surprised me.
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Fat Tony
My otp for them: I guess Fat Tony x his wife
My brotp for them: Fat Tony and Louie, Fat Tony and Legs, Fat Tony and Johnny Tightlips, Fat Tony and Frankie the Squealer, Fat Tony and Mayor Quimby, Fat Tony and Chief Wiggum
Any other ships: Fat Tony and Chief Wiggum (crackship)
Their best friend: either Legs or Louie - it probably depends on his mood
My favorite nickname for them: I mean... I guess Fat Tony is his nickname right?
My favorite AU of them: I literally just thought of this now - an AU where Fat Tony and Chief Wiggum are secretly in a relationship and Chief Wiggum purposely acts incompetent and screws up all sorts of police matters so that Fat Tony and his mob have an easier time conducting business
My favorite outfit they wear: this one, mostly because it’s different than his normal outfit
Defining color: black
Would I date them: probably
First impression: he’s just a stereotypical mafia guy
Current impression: he’s actually pretty complex and he’s really cool and interesting
Hogwarts house: Slytherin
Which Pokémon starter they’d be: Litten
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one of my big questions with mafia 4 is how we're going to actually get the missions. for example:
mafia 1/mafia DE solves this by making the crime family tight knit–you get all your orders from the boss or maybe occasionally from frank, boom, done. it also saves the devs from having to make loads of extraneous characters; they really keep the main cast locked down to a handful of people. it does feel kind of unrealistic especially when you’re the new guy talking directly to the don.
mafia 2, in what recall hearing was a deliberate(?) swing away from m1, gives you joe. joe has all the contacts, joe talks to everybody so you don’t have to, joe explains the plans half the time or introduces you to the other people who will. vito just sort of...sleeps a lot and never knows what’s going on. this definitely did drive home the point of playing as just some random mob soldier rather than the boss’s golden boy (other than like...chapters 9 and 10, but those were personal) but it ended up introducing a lot of side characters that never really got fleshed out more or used much even when it seemed to be implied they would. i’ve also seen people point out that joe feels more like a protagonist than vito which is a fair point imo, though personally i enjoyed playing sidekick and i think this was done deliberately to keep from having to get detailed with the connections. joe knows everybody, don’t think about it too hard.
mafia 3 puts the player in charge and gives you donovan–he’s a rogue cia guy, he’s spying on people, he gets your intel and helps come up with plans to get you inside. there’s also the civilian contacts he finds for you (like harold cauley and pablo duarte), but unlike m2, you know these are just random people off the street so you don’t really expect to see them again. most major side characters also give you side quests. for once you actually play as the boss while doing everything yourself, but it avoids “don’t you have underlings for that?” by making the player activities a personal revenge quest, so of course you’re going after the marcano family yourself. cassandra, vito, and burke & their respective crews run the day-to-day in districts you’ve taken over. some of the stuff you do for the lieutenants (the smuggling runs) gets into that “isn’t this above your pay-grade?” territory but if you consider it a show of good faith it’s not that weird, and video games are just like that anyway. this was a clever way of doing things but it’s very specific to the narrative and i’m not sure it’d be easy to replicate.
mafia 4 will be interesting because it’s a prequel. do i think we have a high chance of seeing familiar faces in their youth? definitely. playing as them? less so. playing as the boss doesn’t give a lot of room for action, though given it’ll be before a lot of these guys became who they were, some of them i think are likely. eddie or carlo (“reminds me of my prohibition days!”) seems possible enough. maybe young salieri/morello/frank but that might require going back further than the 1920s, which is what i assume the setting will be. if we get the los ondas setting i figure the player will be one of louie romeo’s men rather than louie himself as his cigarette card implies he’s the boss. i’m getting a little off topic here but basically–i’m torn about what the player’s proximity will be to the local authority figure, basically. eddie or a character who occupies a similar position to him (ie, friends with one of the capos) would be a nice balance, i think, but it remains to be seen.
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88 Fingers Louie - “Song X”
Teenage Kicks
Song released in 1995. Compilation released in 1997.
Punk Rock
88 Fingers Louie might sound like the name of an old-timey, talented blues pianist ("that Louie fella sounds like he's got a finger for every dang key!"), but it's actually the name of a mafia-type character from The Flintstones, and that's who this awesome punk band from Chicago decided to name themselves after.
There's actually a bunch of fun things to know about this band though. One, a couple of them eventually split off to form Rise Against, and one of the drummers became a member of Alkaline Trio, too. So, to play the cheap butterfly effect game here, without 88 Fingers Louie, would Rise Against or Alkaline Trio exist, at least in the famous capacities that they have, and then would Matt Skiba ever replace Tom DeLonge in blink-182? So much to think about!
But other than that, perhaps the most fun fact about this band is that a lot of fighting took place between members, which in turn caused them to break up a lot, and then reunite a lot as well, and one of those breakups was, according to Wikipedia, caused by pee; yes, singer Denis Buckley apparently peed on drummer Glenn Porter. I don't know what the specific details are, but I'm imagining two guys yelling at each other over some shit and one of them just getting so angry that he decides that the best course of action is to unzip his pants, free his willy, and then chase the other one around the room while trying to grip, then aim, then release. Just pure, stupid comedy.
Anyway, this track here was pretty damn rare when it originally came out in 1995. That year, a very small label called Custodial Records released a comp on 10-inch called Teenage Kicks. But along with that comp, they ran a limited, 300-copy edition that included an extra 7-inch that had six more tracks. And one of those tracks was "Song X" by 88 Fingers Louie.
But then in '97, all the songs from the much more widely available version of the comp, as well as the rare tunes from that 7-inch, plus an added nine new other songs, were re-released again as Teenage Kicks by a bigger punk label called Liberation Records. And that same year, "Song X" also appeared on another 88 Fingers Louie 7-inch put out by Fat Mike of NOFX's Fat Wreck Chords. So, so much for paying the extra cash to get that rare, limited edition version of Teenage Kicks back in '95!
"Song X" is a sweet tune though that happens to tick a lot of 90s punk boxes. It's short-lived, high-flying, scratchily vocalized, gallopingly drummed, energetic punk rock, and it kinda sounds like early and fast Offspring to me. And I happen to really like the Offspring. Plus, this 69 (nice)-second song contains a cool bridge that sees a pair of parallel forces, one being a high-pitched piece of wobblingly ringing, chaotic guitar, and the other one also wobbly, but on bass, almost coming to blows, but then proceeding together into the final stage. It's a small touch, but it's pretty cool.
Good song from this good Chicago Punk band.
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personality + relationships for julia & background + relationships for lucia 😌
rips you off and makes banners <3
PERSONALITY
What’s their alignment?
chaotic good/neutral. more neutral/lawful later on
Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into?
Not looking at it in-depth but entj 😳
What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?
Writing obviously... Mostly her little newspaper articles though, she’s not creative enough to write fiction :/ Other than that she likes to read, mostly the standard literature of the time (she’s a big fan of Ernest Hemingway.. 😳) or some of her mom’s old stuff and a few other columnists she looks up to :) Also medical books her dad has in their living room. She reads those too.
She also picked up sewing at some point in the late 20′s/early30′s but she’s kinda. whatever about it. Mostly did it when she couldn’t afford new clothes and tried to change the silhouette of her old stuff
What are they bad at?
Driving 😔 she’s not... bad... she’ll just yell at anyone for no reason and break speed limit all the time
Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses?
No lol but she smokes... sometimes 😒
What are their goals and motivations?
God she’s ambitious as hell and it has mostly to do with her job... she wants to be a famous journalist or something but most of all to be taken seriously? Insert that saying about having to work twice as hard as a man to get half as much respect. Besides that, she also believes whatever she puts out into the world could somehow change things for the better :) It’s a little naive so she’d never tell people but.
What are their manners like? Any habits?
Her manners are.. good? But she’s chatty and won’t shut up and says whatever is on her mind so
RELATIONSHIPS
Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?
She’s friends with almost everyone at Salieri’s (except Frank ig just because I couldn’t see them interacting much.. and Vinny..) and mostly just hangs out with them, she doesn’t really interact with other people anymore. Friend group that consists almost exclusively of italians <3 Her best friends are Olive and Sarah, maybe also Carlo since he always hangs around the bar too while the others are doing idk mafia things and plays cards with them :/ She’s friends with the other guys too though. Including Ralphie to some degree, she feels sorry that everyone makes fun of him... then laughs at whatever mean shit the others say about him and feels bad about it 😔
What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?
Oh you know 🙄 has a stupid little crush on Sam because she likes evil men i guess... idk what to say because there’s. A lot. They hold hands on her dads couch, get together like a year later because hes a freak etc. You know how it ends in canon but in the sexy superior au they get married in 1939/1940 something but nothing changes bc she was living in his crappy little italy apartment anyway :) also no kids god..
Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?
Hmmm mostly her parents. Yes her dad is a crooked doctor but she wants to be like that too... He ends up in prison in the canon timeline though :c Also her late mother... she was an author (not a well-known one lmao) who died in the late 1910s :/
She trusts uhhh.. her dad and her friends I suppose.. her close friends.
Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?
She dislikes/hates a lot of random people because she’s petty but has no real enemies? Maybe Morello & his gang but just because everyone else does.. She has the exact same opinion on him as Salieri so whenever he talks shit she’s like “haha YEAH! >:(”... then he goes crazy in the end :/
Do they have any pets?
Yes, a cat :) his name is Louie
Are they good with kids? Animals?
With kids... yeah, to some degree? She’s the cool aunt who teaches kids swear words like “oh nuts” and tells them (child-friendly versions of) stories about her mafia friends but she’s not really someone who could take care of a child all day 🙄 Animals... yeah? She’s good with cats but probably nothing else
BACKGROUND
Where were they born? What was their childhood like?
She was born in Parlermo in the 1920s but her family moved to america when she was very young so she has no memory of her old home :/ They weren’t very well off in sicily and that didn’t change when they moved, her parents worked shitty jobs with low pay so they didn’t have much & lived in some ugly little apartment in little italy with their three kids... Lucia had to take care of her brothers most of the time because her parents both worked.. and was usually the one who had to beat the other kids’ asses when they got into trouble with any of them 😒 She spent most of the free time she had studying and doing things for school so she could get a proper job and wouldn’t end up like her parents or whatever
What’s their family like?
Her parents like I said are both from Sicily.. her dad is a mechanic and mostly worked in some little garage. The earning wasn’t that bad for the time but he made a few debts to the bank (and other people trying to pay those off) in the 1930s so you know :/ Her mom worked part-time in some random store lol.. they loved her obviously but they were very strict and had a billion expectations while also not really being around enough. They do support her trying to do well in school, mayyyyybe also going to college and all that but still expect her to get married instead of pursuing a career in the end so she can become a proper housewife 😒
She also has two younger brothers, Antonio and Frank.. they’re closer and like i said... Lucia is the cooler older sister who beats up the other kids who mess with them. They don’t have much lore but.. they exist..
What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold?
None... idk.... empire bay library where she works in the late 40′s/early 50s :) she initially just works there as a librarian but becomes an archivist in 1950 something.
How do they fit into their “story”?
Just like Mia, she’s Vito & Joe’s friend from childhood.. dumb teenage antics that end after high school and they grow apart while Vito is in the army and Joe does... crime things. She’s just doing her own thing until the like 2 months where Vito isnt in prison.. where she has to drive his ass home after he & Joe robbed that one jewelry store :^) also they all meet up again in 1951, life is good for 3 months
Where do they currently live? What’s their place like?
Some crappy little apartment complex in Westside except her apartment looks nice 😌 it’s nothing fancy but it’s cozy and nice, lots of books lying around (there’s a system to it according to her), some old furniture mixed with new mid-century style ones. She has a little sunburst clock hanging there.
How do they eventually die?
Uhhh probably just of old age... in a swamp..
RELATIONSHIPS
Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?
Her childhood friend group that I mentioned, consisting of Vito, Joe and Mia :) They all lived in the same crappy neighborhood and went to school together.. Apparently Joe was the neighborhood bully whch is funny as hell to me but also. Lucia got into his “gang” when he picked on her little brother and she threatened to beat his ass.. meanwhile Vito actually had to do that to get into their group lmao. They met Mia like two years later in church and all became friends when Lucia helped her out in school 😳 She’d definitely consider Mia her best friend, they still hung out after their little friend group fell apart :(
She’s also friends with Giuliana and by association Henry (not really she just hears about him from like everyone)
What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?
godd obviously she wasn’t the one who started shit but she gladly went along with whatever stupid bullshit the others were doing. She’s supposed to be the responsible smart one or something but she’s not... she’s the one who causes more trouble to help the others somehow 😌 Shoplifting antics
She started being responsible after graduating high school when her parents told her to do something with her life so she’s like... “time to stop hanging out with criminals and focus on college...”. she really misses it though :(
What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?
Ahem.... she and Vito.... Childhood friends to lovers 😌 they were just friends in high school & she thought she’d never see him again after he got arrested but she does in 1945. Then he gets arrested again :)) Uhh she probably briefly dated a few people during that time but nothing ever came out of it. They get together in 1951 though but i cant talk about my mafia ships here or I’ll combust. They also probably have kids idk yet.. they look like kids people
Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?
She trusts..... her friends. and her brothers. Doesn’t really look up to her parents though because that’s exactly what she doesn’t want to be :(
Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?
She doesn’t have any enemies she just hates some random people by association (the irish gang, some random mafia men she doesnt know)
Do they have any pets?
Two cats. Ocs by me owning cats cinematic universe
Are they good with kids? Animals?
Yes, she’s good with both :)
#THANK YOU 💗💗💗 sorry this took ages.. gets distracted from ask meme you sent by talking to you in dms#the gc too actually#c: julia#c: lucia#mafia 1 brain activated#ok also getting a solid feeling on Lucia now.. :)#jennystahl
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