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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONE YAAAAY WOOOOO

Forever 21 AHHHHH HIIII LEONE HIIII

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Just two sketch comics. The first one is Leone tipping me at my job but my friend sees it made me uncomfortable so takes it to put it in the pool of tips

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I need to warn people about mischaracterizing in front of me. Like I don’t know a lot about this specific character but I know they wouldn’t do that.

Anyway here’s my baby

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I’ve been playing stardew valley with yandere mods and I just started dating Shane. Within the next day or two, I’ve had TWO people telling me to breakup with him and then giving me wilted flowers to “finish the job”. I feel like a hit man getting sent the knife my customer wants me to kill the target with.

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Hehe

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Why’s he looking at me like that…

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I felt like writing for the first time in forever so here’s this completely random personal story from tonight. Unedited of course

Driving at night, my mind is foggy at first. Thoughts come and go like the scenery that whizzed by. I try to grasp onto any semblance of clarity that could make its stay for longer than a moment, but as the light from lamp posts flash above, so does the words in my head.

“Enough, enough, enough…”. That seems to be a reoccurring theme. A word that is imbedded in my consciousness. The darkness only adds to the gnawing sensation of, of *something* I cannot name. I know it’s coming. The tears, the wails, the drowning feeling that always swallows me whole when I know the empty numbing feeling is going to be overcome by the onslaught of misery. It’s the calm before the storm and as I drive down the back roads and am met with the round about, I try music. Maybe the song that was playing before I decided to go on this spontaneous excursion will break the silence faster.

My eyes shift down to my phone and I fumble with the name for a few moments before the emptiness is filled with the sad melodies. The song plays twice before I opt for turning it off. The vehicle is silent again, accept for the whirring of the engine. It’s not working. I want to cry. God, I’d give anything to just break down already.

“Why me…” I choke. The words fill the car better than the song. The idea doesn’t stay long before I’m already opening my mouth to speak again.

“Maybe everyone would be better off if I just…” I don’t even finish my sentence before my hand moves to the median between my seat and the passenger seat, grasping nothing but air, but my mind can fill in the gaps. I can pretend. That’s what I’m good at anyway.

“Am I not enough, [REDACTED]?” No one responds, but I continue anyways “I’m just never going to be enough… I can never be enough…” finally I feel the tears well in my eyes and the sobs break past my lips.

“Is this what I have to resort to for comfort? This again?” This time it’s unclear if I’m saying this more for myself or the made up entity in my passenger seat.

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So so so so so goood!

Dearest Prince,

Your La Squadra post is one of my favorites and it got me curious about some of the guys.

Ghiaccio is a name we barely see on your blog and I would love to know more about your interpretation of him. Whatever it is you got; from the regular facts to the complete degeneracy, I am interested in knowing.

Thank you for your time and interest, as well as your patience, I've been lacking in the "sending asks" department.

Heart heart xoxo

Oh, Ciocio. My favorite 4chan user. Sure.

Ghiaccio is one of those characters that, to me, are so established in my head that I feel as if I'm doing nothing by elaborating. It's very clear cut. Incel that actually goes to the gym and has a job, so he's automatically better than other forum users, yet he's not because he's always on there and is the first to make fun of 'the losers.'

Ghiaccio has a certain sense of superiority because he's not in that sort of Hazamada-ish porn addict incel category- yeah, he's a virgin in his middle-to-late twenties, and has basically no eye are el friends, but he's not a fucking degenerate. He's better. Yeah, he doesn't inherently see women as objects- it's just, uh, factual that they're only after... certain things.

Ghiaccio has a very complex relationship with women. They trigger his abandonment issues worse than any man could, even if all they're doing is acting indifferently. No matter what you do, you can't win. Play into it without trying? Tease. Don't play into it without trying? Prude. Bitch. Play into it on purpose? Whore. Don't play into it on purpose? You're playing hard to get. It's not like Ghiaccio actively thinks of women as lesser, or just less intelligent- obviously he doesn't think like that, intelligence has nothing to do with sex, jackass- it's just that those are the first words that pop into his head when he's angry and it seems like the one he has eyes for is leaving.

Always leaving. It's always something. He did something wrong again, and your stupid woman brain thought he'd just get it and would understand entirely when you didn't tell him what it was, and- He'll calm down eventually.

His relationship issues with women could stem from a lot of things. It could be his mother, the fact that he never had a long term relationship with a girl his age, the fact that he mainly consumes media (porn, or fetish content.) that objectifies them- any number of things could be it. His sexism actually isn't in the classic 'women are in their prime when they're younger' way, it's more of a 'women prefer older men because older men are real men' way. Which can get confusing at times, because he's the type to project heavily onto the women in his life, and he's not very good at explaining himself.

It's easier to ramble about a set topic with clear facts. It's objectively correct that Venesia- yeah, Venesia, say it in their fuckin' dialect you God damn [REDACTED. Reason for redaction: contains slur.]- is the actual name. Feelings aren't something you can fact check on a different tab.

It affects him more when a woman doesn't show interest in him. When a guy does it, it's like yeah, of course, fuckin' low value male would be jealous of him. Ghiaccio struggles with his self worth and meeting his own expectations. It's a lot of internalized loathing that presents itself as "Of course you're using me for dinner and want me to pay. You're trying to cuck me." Since Ghiaccio never really learned proper coping mechanisms, he usually just beats the shit out of whatever piece of furniture is closest to him. Goodbye, end table. It was nice knowing you.

Ghiaccio knows nothing of gentle love, but he knows he has to act right or his darling is going to freak out on him and give him a massive headache. He thinks he's above the guys that hit their bitch their partner, but he always manages to bruise them in some way, shape, or form. He has a bit of a problem with grabbing his darling too tightly and not easing up.

It's both a possessive thing and a complete accident. He just doesn't know what to do when you panic in front of him- holding you down works, usually? Yeah? Going for your throat should be fine, you can feel like you're secure in one spot, why the fuck are you hitting him now???? He's not going to seriously hit you, stop freaking out, holy shit. He's not a bad man that's planning on raping you or some shit, jesus christ, can you just calm down and think rationally?

When you actually calm down, likely after he gets pissed and fucks off for a while, he'll come back to check on you. He likes you. You should eat. He cut up some shit things for you. He just doesn't like when you're sobbing and assuming shit and acting hysterical.

He's really trying. He's really, really trying. It's hard to calm down and be the man his darling needs, but you keep saying such moronic shit- it's fine. It's fine. You're just a little stupid, he can work with that, if you start to listen to him.

Ghiaccio's good for hugs and that's about it. He won't let anything harm you. It's stupid to think that he'd just allow some other guy to touch you or speak to you enough to harm you. Come on, stop crying, he's right here, he can give you what you need to survive and be happy, he can be good to you if you don't piss him off intentionally. He can, and will. He's just frustrated right now.

The next day, when the bruises form. . . it's hard to hide how pleased he is. God, that's hot. Should give you more. What's a better way to get frustration out of his system?

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made me think of yan!abbacchio

Poor Mr. Abbacchio.

It's a constant worry that lives in the back of his head. It eats him, he can't stop thinking about how one day, this will end.

Whether it be someone dying, or you leaving him. It has to end one day, literally everything ends, the sun will end eventually, time and life goes on, but he doesn't want it to end. It's unfair. Can you really blame him for living in the past when the future is horrifying and full of things that can fuck him like they paid for it?

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Me when my mom says she’s no longer paying for therapy

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Too late

In Florida and thinking of her…

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😩 hater gotta hate

love how he has to sprinkle in the "whom I hate" just so you know he still doesn't like him even as he does what he told him to

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I may actually make this a whole fic. Depends on how I feel ig. Also I have been diagnosed with borderline and my experience is my own.

I’d assume it would throw him through a loop. He’d love when I would be serious and get things done, but would argue with me non-stop.

He’d probably be telling the team how some of us (me) can’t control ourselves and I know I’d be giving him the most wide eye wild look.

“Nah, that’s funny you say that. By the way what’s it like to go through 3 cars in the last 2 months? Sorry I’d just never treat my car like that.”

He hates me, but wants me to take his side on almost everything. He’s in an argument with Formaggio? I better be backing him up. He sees a tweet online about the proper way to pronounce something? I better be taking his stance and ranting with him.

There’s so many things he wants to see my stance on, but pride gets in the way.

But then there’s the days when I’m in a good mood. I’ve found that it weirds people out when I’m suddenly super nice the day after I get into a huge argument with them. I thought it was normal until someone pointed it out.

Ghiaccio doesn’t know what to do on those days. He knows to use them to his advantage though. I bet he’d inadvertently ask me out, but with the ploy of it being to discuss the next mission. He never mentions anything about a mission. It’d probably make me really uncomfortable but I’m not in the mood to confront it.

This is where it starts to actually be weird. He definitely manipulates me into trusting him the most out of everyone else. Or at least tries. Doesn’t really work out when I already find him kinda weird. I mean who waits outside the bathroom to talk to someone? For me it’s either a hit or miss when it comes to manipulation. And damn he missed.

Sure I’ll talk to him and it may seem I’m cool with him, but as soon as I’m with my best friend I’m telling them everything that made me feel uncomfortable about him.

He doesn’t know that.

Until he listens in on my phone call one evening and immediately something clicks in his head that the manipulation isn’t cutting it.

I hold another person above him? Why am I so friendly with them? I’ve never talked to him that way. It’s not fair…

So then he beats me within an inch of my life for “betraying” him and he kidnaps me. Funny how things work out.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONE!!! I LOVE YOU POOKIE 💜💜💜💜💜

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Someone made a comic about risotto’s nipples chafing because of the leather and now it’s just me and my friend’s inside joke 💀. Like yes they chafe. No it didn’t need to be said.

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Yandere bruno makes me sick sometimes

Like reading about him from other peoples perspectives scares me— they’re not wrong though.

I could see him as a family man giving you a one way ticket to pregnancy. I could also see him as a little stunted in the romance department. But don’t get me wrong— hopeless romantic all the way. Especially if he’s obsessed with you.

Sitting at the far side of Libbeccio’s, there’s a stifling quiet that seems to encase the both of you.

“I’m sorry bucciarrati but I can’t return those feelings—“

“Forget it.” A stiff smile is etched into Bruno’s face. You definitely can’t forget what just happened or how he’s clutching the fabric of his pants in a white-knuckled grip. The intensity of his glare glues me in place, my body going rigid as he stands from his seat and slowly pushes his chair in.

“I wish you could see things my way.” Confused I ask him what he means by that but I’m silenced when he quickens his pace and gets down on one knee.

‘There’s no damn way he’s gonna—‘ it’s too late as he’s already saying the words loud and proud.

“Marry me.” My eyes go wide and suddenly I’m acutely aware of all the eyes on us. He didn’t have a ring or anything at all in his hand, but they still believed him. I now see what he’s doing. Whether I say yes or no doesn’t matter. Everyone is going to assume that we’re together. He truly is a cunning man.

I shake in my seat, eyes all on me. They all expect me to say yes and no one sees it, but Bruno has already won.

Authors note: this is so dumb

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I love Abbacchio more than anything in this life. someone get me 😩