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rottingmanifesto · 2 days
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babygirl
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i really believe that discussing the character with someone who shares ur interpretation is the closest u can get to modern day philosophy. we are like plato and aristotle but talking about a fictional guys trauma
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rottingmanifesto · 3 days
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And at midday...
...maybe the world will be different
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Vito for the 4 headcanon thingy!
Yee haw! Note that I’m not a Vito expert so y’all can correct me if I fuck up
Realistic
Fucking hates his birthday. It feels like a bad omen every time it comes around— especially without Joe— and he tries to forget its existence. I’m writing a fic on this so it’s on the mind
Unrealistic, but funny
Told Sal to suck a dick within 5 days of meeting him. Sal returned the favor and Vito said “gladly”. Off to a great start fellas (I swear Sal and Vito interactions are always funny)
Heart-crushing and awful
Typically you’d imagine you could remember the first life you took, but Vito doesn’t. Not that he was drunk— he was as sober as you could be while being shot at— but it just felt like nothing. Boom, done. The ease of it all scared him so bad he puked in the middle of a battle and the medic threw an anti-emetic at him and went back to more important work. It’s the vomit that lingered more than whoever died.
Unrealistic, but fuck canon
Someone once mentioned having Vito be Leo’s “bird in a cage”, a trophy or even consolation prize for surviving Empire Bay. So instead of having Vito be shoved into the bum-ass part of town, he’s shoved into Frisco Fields, the land he always dreamed of with its manicured lawns and 3-story houses and pools in the backyard. It also means he has to deal with 1: the bigoted fucks, and 2: the unpleasant side of everything. The monotony of it all. He wanted security, but now he’s in a gilded cage that’s being melted down for its gold with him still in it. Idk, I’d have to develop it more but it’s a thought/AU
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danny for the ask meme <3
Ignore the fact this took two months, my bad!
Realistic
It’s canonical he’s a bit of a man whore so it’s realistic to assume he’s got an illegitimate kid or two running around somewhere. “Already got one bastard in my life, don’t need another one” got a WHOLE new context with this (though to be fair, I don’t even know what the context was in canon— was he referring to Lincoln??)
Unrealistic, but funny
The exact same thing as above but he likes men too. No risk of kids at least! (Lincoln does not want to think about having some random guy’s… shit in his car.)
Heart-crushing and awful
His whole story is kinda a tragedy but I don���t think he actually remembers his mom well. He’s always had Nicki and his dad is… around, but his mom just feels hazy. In my canon she left rather than died, which only makes it worse— Nicki never told Danny she was alive out there somewhere, but he did meet her once as a teen and simply felt too strange to mention it to anyone. By that point, it was just the woman who birthed him, not his mother. Maybe it’s for the best.
Unrealistic, but fuck canon
He gives me Kentucky vibes. Maybe in a better world he’d move to Kentucky for a bit, dick off around there, fall in love with the area. No one else understands why he likes it, but he does. Louisiana has his friends and family, Kentucky has his heart. Also NASCAR, because of-fucking-course
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rottingmanifesto · 3 days
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The Death of Art
Damn. This game made me feel something.
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rottingmanifesto · 4 days
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the men in mafia should’ve said “why I oughta—“ at least once.
not even Sam??? Or Joe??? Or Paulie??? They’re the men with the most vibes that they’d say that at somebody!!! and they didn’t?!?!? I am gobsmacked!!!
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rottingmanifesto · 4 days
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rottingmanifesto · 6 days
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coming back to my “m4 should be set in los ondas in the 70s bc we deserve a glamorous era” agenda. like cmonnn. movie stars, artists, raging parties, disco balls, the most amazing suits you have ever seen, wearing sunglasses indoors, doing coke by the pool. i’d love to play as a celebrity who got their start from the mob and ends up deeper and deeper in debt with them, struggling to balance 2 separate lives that don’t feel like their own
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rottingmanifesto · 6 days
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i didn't get rocco's character i just made a delusional young version of him that i like
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rottingmanifesto · 9 days
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betty !
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rottingmanifesto · 9 days
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lori/giorgi au wedding nonsense 👇
The ceremony had gone off without a hitch.
Well, aside from the bride who’d drunk herself to the bottom of a bottle and could just about muster putting one foot in front of the other, and the groom whose egregious time-keeping had led to a forty-two minute delay.
If that was the exemplar of sophistication then the rest of the day would be set to run as planned.
Lori sits at a table with a cloth so white it hurts her eyes, barely touching the food she didn’t even remember agreeing to serve. An untouched glass of water, promptly shoved in her face by her maid of honour who’d claimed it was painfully obvious she’d stumbled down the aisle, sweats next to it, clinging on to its last few minutes of coldness as the last ice cube melts.
The Paradiso’s banquet hall was overflowing with pleasant conversation as guests got acquainted over under-cooked steak and cheap red wine, chattering almost deafening as Lori tried to gracefully hide the fact the room was spinning, and in an attempt to quell the hunger in the pit of her stomach she gulps down some of the lukewarm water.
A hand rests on her arm, and even through the chiffon fabric she could tell it was clammy, and she rolls her head to find her now-husband staring at her with an unwavering malaise. “You ain’t sick, are ya?”
Lori notices his eyes dart to her untouched plate, and in turn she spots that his is very much empty. She averts her eyes back to the attendees, hoping to flag a waiter who could top up her wine glass.
“Giorgi, I’m fine.”
He knew it was a lie, but the way her eyes glowered with a drunken cloudiness told him not to poke the bear. Instead, he offered a noncommittal hum before finishing what was left of his drink.
“I need to use the ladies room,” Lori murmurs to nobody in particular, and she stiffly rises from her seat as the room begins to spin even more.
People are staring now, and Giorgi wonders if he should follow her, tear into her and ask her why today out of all days she had to drink so much and embarrass herself—embarrass him—in front of all his family and associates.
But he doesn’t.
There’s something anchoring him to his chair, allowing him to save face and not round up any more unwanted glances.
He watches Lori wobble away, and in the corner of his eye he catches his aunt fire a forbidding scowl as one of the bridesmaids desperately tails after her.
He turns to his father who’s already throwing a disapproving glare his way, and a wave of sickness submerges him.
A waiter skims past effortlessly refilling empty glasses, and as soon as his is full Giorgi is downing it almost instantly. He almost considers knocking back Lori’s glass, but a blear figure in yellow catches his eye. The bridesmaid from earlier, Karen, Kay—he wasn’t sure, he didn’t really care—comes back, and her fretful look cleanly cuts through him like a knife.
That was all he needed.
His legs allow him to stand, and now only does the alcohol rush to his head and seep into his bloodstream. He ignores whatever his father mutters into his very-full glass of bourbon, as well as any curious eyes that follow his movement.
When he makes it into the hall he doesn’t spot anyone, and while wanting to turn around and now finish that other glass of wine, he presses on until he reaches the nearest restroom.
He doesn’t even need to listen out for Lori, for her drunken, raucous chatter is almost ear-splitting, and he doesn’t even bother knocking. A startled gasp comes from the maid of honour as he barges in, and she almost drops the cigarette she’d been nursing for the last ten minutes. Lori doesn’t even react.
He tells Sylvie to fuck off. Harsh, even by his standards, but he didn’t want a biassed ear interrupting whatever he’d haphazardly planned to say on his way here. He’d deal with the fallout later.
“If you haven’t noticed this is the ladies room,” is all Lori lazily offers him, and he can hear she’s trying her best not to slur her words.
He takes a bold step forward, then another, then more, until he’s inches away from her face and close enough to smell the concoction of booze on her breath.
“And if you haven’t noticed this is our fuckin’ day. Look at ya, you’re a fuckin mess!”
“Oh, boo hoo, I’m so sorry I’ve ruined your big day and made you look like a fool the same way you made me look like one,” she spits venomously. “Over half an hour I had to sit there and wait to see if you’d decide to show up or not, at that point I’d rather ya just leave me there. Least it’s easier to explain than whatever you were doin’.”
“This is what you—what we agreed to.”
“Yeah but not whatever this was.” She wildly gestures to her surroundings, her brown locks flailing with each sharp movement of her head.
“Well, you’re lucky any of this even happened. You ain’t exactly popular with some people.”
“You think I haven’t noticed? Like I really care about what a bunch of rich people I don’t even know think about me,” Lori laughs bitterly, eyeing the pack of cigarettes Sylvie had left on one of the restrooms’ sinks.
“Yeah well maybe you should,” Giorgi mumbles, but he didn’t care if Lori heard him. He follows her gaze, and he deliberately shuffles to block her view.
Lori lets out a huff, declaring, “I’m not goin’ back out there.”
Giorgi notices an uncharacteristic glint of apprehension in her eye, and there’s a part of him that doesn’t blame her. He’d felt as if he was suffocating, and it wasn’t from the humidity or his too-tight necktie. His father’s well-voiced disappointment rings in his ears, and it was one of the things that had fueled his ire, but Lori’s unease was a sobering reminder that the day would only go to plan if she was placated. For once, he decides to be reasonable.
“Go and clean yourself up. I don’t care what you do but you got half an hour. I’ll just tell people you’re sick.” He knew people wouldn’t believe him but at this point he didn’t care.
Lori crosses her arms in defeat. The buzz from the wine had waned, and whatever energy she’d had earlier had been sapped out of her.
Giorgi turns on his heels, not even giving her a second glance as he leaves her, and before the door swings shut he’s certain he hears the click of a lighter.
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rottingmanifesto · 10 days
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no frrr there's smth about eddie n carlo being moretti's hellhounds that feels so right???
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homophobic bullying is NOT ACCEPTABLE but NORMAL BULLYING can stay
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rottingmanifesto · 12 days
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rottingmanifesto · 12 days
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studying the face of my favorite CIA agent
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rottingmanifesto · 13 days
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they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes
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