#Gandor brothers

[niintendoqs]

Baccano! But if they all had iPhones

[empiriical]

added tick jefferson for the sole purpose of writing a flower shop / tattoo shop / coffee shop au with @closedcoffins && @c4rdsharp

[closedcoffins]

something something something, meta about how claire has always felt separate from his brothers despite them acknowledging him as a brother, and that's why he uses a separate last name and ran away once their father died.

he will call himself their brother without a problem, but the gandors also tend to refer to firo as a brother, so claire sort of has this mental block about it. while they very much probably regard him as if he were their flesh-and-blood brother, claire doesn't feel as though he has the right to regard himself that way, considering himself a welcome member of the household but an intrusion on their family. if he did, he probably wouldn't have left, and he probably would have taken up the name gandor.

ultimately, this comes down to a communications issue. claire never complained about this and the brothers never knew it was something claire thought, and he left without it ever being addressed.

[drfeelgreed]

Slowly, Jorgi picked up the revolver, brought it to his temple, and---

"------!"

Suddenly, he thrust the gun out in front of him and squeezed the trigger. Straight at the three brothers, his own bosses, across from him.

He pulled the trigger once...twice...three times, four, five, six......

Click

Click Click

Click-click-click

No fire erupted.

All that echoed through the quiet basement was the metallic sound of the hammer striking. It blended in with the jazz that filtered down from the floor above, creating an odd ensemble that lingered in Jorgi's ears.

"... That's very unfortunate, Jorgi."

Luck spoke sadly. Unusually for him, his eyes really did appear sad.

"Take a good look... Those're all blanks."

Berga spoke dispassionately, his face expressionless.

Jorgi was stunned; he had no idea what had happened. Luck handed down the verdict:

"... Listen, Jorgi. The three of us were grateful for all the work you'd done for us. We talked it over and came to a decision. If you'd steeled yourself and pulled the trigger yourself, we'd let you leave the group without a word. If you cried and begged for your life, we'd beat you half to death and let you leave. If you denied everything to the end, we'd cut your tongue out and let you leave. And...you chose the very worst outcome. I can't tell you how unhappy I am about that."

At that point, Luck shook his head and said nothing more.

This time, Jorgi really did despair and regret what he'd done. If he'd at least begged for his life...

Even now, it might not be too late. Just as he opened his mouth to speak---

A gigantic shoe was shoved into it.

Berga had suddenly jumped up onto the table and kicked Jorgi's face the way a kid would kick a ball.

"... Don't you make my brothers any sadder."

Eyebrows drawn together in a scowl, he looked down on the degenerate who lay on the floor. The lightbulb that hung right beside Berga's head was swinging violently.

Several of Jorgi's teeth had left his mouth, and the whites of his eyes showed under slightly opened eyelids. Apparently the attack had knocked him out cold.

Seeing this, several of the men who had been watching the poker match began to move. They picked up Jorgi's body and stuffed it into a gunnysack. Then two of them lifted the sack...and climbed the stairs to the ground floor.

After this, the gunnysack would be driven outside the city and taken to a place with a view of the ocean.

Jorgi was unconscious now, but he would probably never wake up again.

The man who knew his fate quietly stirred the vocal chords he almost never used.

"...... Damn fool..."

The only ones who heard Keith's soft murmur were his two younger brothers.

Baccano! 1930 "The Rolling Bootlegs". Chapter One, "Day One".

[gunmeister]

as a matter of fact you probably would not know what scene i was talking about even if you did rewatch because it was not included in the anime hope this helps!

we as a society can actually never forgive the baccano anime for not including the scene where luck stabs a man with his own severed hand

[abyssalplein]

I was cleaning out my files and found this Gandor brothers series(?) that I did. How did I forget about this? These are from 2 years ago???

[strawberrisoulmate]

psst. you should share the wedding reception dance scenario :3c

wahhhhhh, you're really gonna make me type all that out, huh >///< (this ended up being super long, so i'll put it under a cut)

so basically... i had been thinking a bit about how both luck and hanna would be at yours and claire's wedding. obviously.

claire grew up with the gandors and is considered their adopted brother, so of course they'd be there to support him on his wedding day. hell, i could maybe even see the gandor brothers (+ firo) being his groomsmen with luck potentially even being his best man. regardless, they'd definitely be there. and, since the two of our inserts are such good friends, she would absolutely be there as a guest to the bride (you! uwu)

with all of that said, i can imagine a scenario where our inserts are chatting together and enjoying the wedding reception. there's music pouring out from the stage where the band that claire absolutely hired with his assassin money is and everyone is having a great time drinking and dancing and laughing together.

across the room, luck is observing the party from a distance, sipping his glass of champagne as he watches his brothers dance with their wives from the sidelines. isaac and miria are drinking and laughing loudly with a few of the other guests while firo practically trips over his own feet trying to ask ennis to dance. it's all good fun. he's never been one for dancing himself, but he's perfectly happy to enjoy the atmosphere where everyone else is having a great time around him. it isn't until a flash of red hair and a bright, coy smile comes into view that luck's attention is pulled from the center of the room, followed quickly by an arm being thrown over his shoulder before he has a chance to dodge it.

"luck! whatcha doin' all the way over here? there's a party going on, ya know, and you're over here brooding and drinking all by yourself?"

"i'm not brooding. just enjoying the music from a distance, is all."

"oh, come on! let loose once in a while, will ya? keith and berga both brought their wives along and you didn't even bother to bring a plus one? it's my wedding, remember? you should get out there and dance with someone at least!"

"you know i don't dance. and i don't need a plus one. i'm perfectly content to be here on my own. shouldn't you be with your wife right now?"

"yeah, i'm about to go find her. but still, just do me this one favor. grab yourself a doll to dance just one song with and i'll die a happy man. well, i won't die, but you get the picture. look, there's a cute one right over there. bet she wouldn't turn ya down if you asked her."

"i told you, i don't need to—"

"whoops, gotta go. i think i hear my wife callin' me~"

and with that, he spins on his heel and rushes off back into the crowd.

cut back to our inserts talking before we are promptly interrupted by claire. "pardon the interruption, miss, but i'm gonna be stealin' her away for a little while," he says before taking your hand and practically sweeping you off your feet with a twirl. as he's whisking you away, he sends a glance over his shoulder and is like “oh, and i’ve already taken care of payin’ you back for the advice ya gave me a while back. you can thank me later 👋” and then pulls you along to dance.

for a moment, hanna is confused and just standing there with a blank expression. paying her back? what did he mean by that? she wonders to herself before her thoughts are sharply cut off by the silhouette of a figure coming into view. she looks up at the person with curiosity before her eyes meet those of luck gandor. a man she'd met on occasion and had spoken to once or twice, but they hadn't had many opportunities to converse all that deeply. before she can ask him if he needs anything from her, he speaks up and asks her if she would like to dance.

huh? a dance? with me?

immediately, her cheeks begin to heat up and she pauses, stunned silent for a couple of seconds before she fumbles out a modest — and slightly awkward — "s-sure. i'd be honored" before reaching out and taking his hand.

as they make their way towards the dance floor, hanna looks around the room, catching your eye as you dance with your new husband and gives you a confused look, only to be met with a surprised grin back. luck's feet stop, making hanna stumble a bit behind him, before he turns back to her. the hand that had been in hers moved to her waist, resting against her lower back and the girl could feel her face heating up even warmer than before. for a moment, she hesitates, but ultimately follows his lead and steps closer, moving one hand to land daintily on his shoulder while the other gently rests in his free hand.

as they begin to move, stepping and swaying to the music, hanna's eyes fall to the floor, watching her feet in an attempt to both make sure she doesn't accidentally step on his as well as to avoid the piercing gaze that she could feel staring holes into her. she'd never danced with anyone, and much less been this close to any man before, so she was sure that her nerves were very clearly shining through.

"you know, i think you're supposed to look at the person you're dancing with."

"a-ah… i'm sorry."

"you seem nervous."

"well, i've never… i mean, nobody has ever asked me to dance before."

he chuckles softly.

"well, i've never asked anyone to dance before, so i suppose there's a first for everything."

the girl quietly squeaks with embarrassment, but something about hearing that makes her incredibly happy. she forces her eyes to look up at him and he's gazing back down at her with a charming smile that made her heart harshly skip a beat.

"i suppose i'll follow your lead then, mr. luck."

a nervous giggle escapes her as she quickly corrects herself.

"excuse me— i mean mr. gandor."

"hm, luck is fine. you can drop the "mister", too. makes me feel old."

"a-alright…"

and that's pretty much it.

they continue to dance until the song ends and then part ways, but oh man, does hanna now have some feelings to sort through ahah.

she spends the entire rest of the evening in a daze as she replays it over and over in her head and continues to find herself daydreaming about his pretty eyes and his charming smile and the way he held her as they danced and the tingling feeling left on her fingers from how they felt against his hand.

she was already a hopeless romantic before, but now she's absolutely down bad 😂

[boundlss]

@futurecomposed ( luck gandor ) / starter call ( melvi dormentaire ).

For all that Melvi is capable of impeccable composition on a good day, his faux-polite demeanor is only barely kept under wraps around most people. Luck, ever the exception, hasn't had the pleasure of bringing Melvi's public facade into the privacy of their apartment in quite a long time, but there are still things Melvi doesn't tell him right away even now.

For reasons other than politeness, Melvi can't help but worry over the thoughts that threaten to consume him. They aren't particularly bad, this time, though he does also generally struggle to tell Luck the difficult thoughts. They're nerve-wracking for a different reason.

Chiefly, the reason is that Melvi specifically remembers Luck admitting that he didn't particularly care for marriage.

Melvi hadn't cared for it either until recently, although looking back on it he supposes it had probably only been because marriage wasn't something he could even apply to himself and Luck until recently. He'd never been envious of Luck's brothers and the formal, official nature of their relationships---a tall feat, considering the ease with which Melvi experiences envy.

But now the idea of it isn't quite impossible anymore, and Melvi can't stop thinking about it.

It's the cause of some strange, pensive silence that follows Melvi---an unusual occurance even on his best days, so Luck is probably at least a little grateful for the small reprieve from Melvi's usual needling. Unfortunately, Melvi intends to break the silence to let some of his thoughts escape him.

"Luck," he calls, glancing over to the kitchen where Luck is just wrapping up his attempt at an easy recipe Berga had sent to him. "Is there a particular reason you don't put much stock in marriage?"

[kitsune528]

A Scene in the Light Novel that I wish was in the anime but I know it wasn't because it was cut for time but god damn it's just such a fun scene: The Poker game between the Gandor Brothers and Jorgi

[starrymused]

Luck Gandor is one of the heads of the Gandor Family mafia alongside his older brothers Keith and Berga. He and his brothers become complete immortals in November 1930 after unwittingly consuming the Cure-All Elixir at the Martillo Family's promotion party for Firo Prochainezo.

Luck conducts himself with practiced composure, usually suave and courteous even when that courtesy is not sincerely meant. Such conduct befits the role of a quintessential mafioso, a role Luck wants to, is expected to, and must fill as a Gandor boss; as neither he nor those close to him are fully convinced he is suited to be mafia, he constantly, consciously emulates the qualities he 'ought' to have, including ruthlessness and shrewd civility.

While Luck is not 'cut out' for the mafia, he has proven himself more than competent and capable in acting like one to the point where some like Firo Prochainezo will call him the "perfect mafioso" he strives to be. Furthermore, underneath Luck's calm veneer lies turbulent emotion—up to 1930—including that of passionate violent intent when his family, friends, or men have been killed or harmed in some way. His vengeful ire can be genuinely murderous in such situations, though he possesses enough self-awareness and self-control to recognize such feelings and actively try to manage them.

As honed as Luck's sangfroid is, it is not ironclad. The fury that he suppresses when his men are murdered in 1930 boils when he is confronted with their murderers, and he instinctively shoots Dallas Genoard in the head when that fury bubbles over. Meanwhile, there is no similar scale when it comes to forgiveness: he cannot and will not forgive those who have done harm to those he cares about or is responsible for. The pain he feels for those killed under his watch or wronged is long-lasting and sharp, and not easily forgotten.

Unbridled anger is not the only emotion that has cracked Luck's mask of composure; when talking to Maria Barcelito, whom he finds hard to manage, he has on more than one occasion let his exasperation and irritation get the better of him—much to his men's amusement, and to his lack thereof. He is also surprised and chagrined at himself when he realizes how bluntly he is speaking to Eve Genoard in 1932, more affected by their personal situation than he should have been as a mafia boss.

Luck's need to prove himself is as much for his brothers as it is for his men, other Families, and himself. As the youngest brother, he strove to act mature and be taken seriously (when he was often not due to his age) even in adolescence, and his admiration for his brothers' more natural gangster mien—coupled with envy—continues on through 1935. His brothers are the only people with whom he drops his mask of calm, and even then only in private.

As someone introspective and prone to overthinking, Luck is conscious of how immortality has affected him and his brothers, and believes himself to have changed for the worse. In becoming immortal, he no longer fears death like he did when mortal; in becoming immortal he has become apathetic, his emotions no longer as fierce and violent as they were before. This troubles him to no small degree, as especially does the possibility he may never again possess such passion, and he admits to feeling jealous when he recognizes such passion and life-risking determination in others.

[c4rdsharp]

GENSHIN IMPACT VERSE POST.

legal name. Lukyan Savinovich Gandilov Lukas Gandor nickname. Luka, Lukasha Luck age. 23 - 24 years old. However, through a series of strange coincidences & fortune, Luck is now among the few who could be considered long living.

unbeknownst to even the Hydro Archon, there is a small community of alchemy - created immortals within the Fontaine capital. starting from as far back as 2 centuries ago, a group of immigrated alchemists, seeking to escape prosecution for their practice, contacted a quote - unquote 'demon' to provide them the much coveted 'Grand Panacea' -- a liquor that, once imbibed, would grant you safety from age, illness, and injury. only one alchemist, Maiza Avaro, was granted the knowledge of how it was made. of course, no such Grand Panacea would come without its limits: those who partake in the liquor cannot hide their identities from one another -- they are forced to speak their true name in the presence of a fellow immortal. and, once they tire of life, they may seek one of their comrades out to 'devour' them -- an act of pressing a right hand upon the head of the immortal in question and thinking to themselves 'i wish to devour.' the one who devours gains knowledge from that immortal's life -- their memories, experiences, emotions, all of it. as you can imagine, a traveling group full of those who seek nothing but knowledge would find such circumstances tempting. slighted by Maiza's refusal to share such knowledge with the world, an alchemist named Szilard Quates started a mass 'devouring' spree in the hopes of acquiring said knowledge. among the victims was Maiza's younger brother, Gretto Avaro, who knew half of the Grand Panacea's formula from his older brother. Szilard disappeared during the same night, leaving the survivors scattered & fretful for his return. two centuries of silence followed. Maiza came to join the Martillo camorra -- a crime family claiming to be separate from the likes of the Gandors & the Runoratas -- and Szilard had set up a vast network in order to learn the formula on his own. on the day of his success, though, he was thwarted by a recently risen Martillo executive, a pair of eccentric robbers, his own created homunculus, and a spiraling staircase going down and down and down . . .

vision. cryo weapon. dual pistols ( catalyst ) species. human ( fox variant ) immortal constellation. vulpis fortunae country of origin. snezhnaya fontaine affiliation. the Gandor Family

on the surface, the Gandor Family seems like a respectable business. throughout most of the countries in Teyvat, they hold dominion over a prestigious chain of jazz halls, where patrons can come in to quietly imbibe their drink of choice while listening to the sonorous chorus of pianos & saxophones upon the stage. their most well - known and sought after establishment is the original Coraggioso in Fontaine proper. however, for those unable to make the journey, there are places of business with a similar atmosphere in Mondstadt, Liyue, and Sumeru. Luck is currently in the process of attaining a clearance for the now newly opened country of Inazuma. as any good regular of the Coraggioso would know, though, the Gandors' roots are much less wholesome than they appear. the original jazz hall gained its notoriety from being among one of the first speakeasies in Fontaine -- secret places citizens can frequent to bypass the Hydro Archon's harsh regulations on alcohol & liquor. this pattern is maintained throughout all the local establishments owned by the Gandors in Teyvat ; with only the knowledge of a secret password ( acquired through only the softest of whispers ), one can enter the real world beneath the jazz halls' flimsy mask of legality. in this world, you can gamble & drink to your heart's content -- so long as you are able to provide the Mora, of course. the Gandors do have other business ventures, among which include a protection racket. many places of business use them as a means of keeping their local edifices safe from harm when the legal authorities are incapable of being trusted. supposing you pay your dues on time, they can be quite reliable at fear - mongering. not that it is ever recommended for those aboveboard to do business with the Gandor Family lot . . . but, they have yet to dry up their coffers, almost in spite of their reputation. in speakeasy circles, the Gandors are most known for their quality production of fire - water and whisky, among which very few can compare in countries outside of Snezhnaya. as a result, their jazz halls are frequently populated by Snezhnayan travelers, businessmen, and off - duty Fatui soldiers ( on the grounds they behave themselves ). they also gain quite a bit of love from those intrigued by their wider selections, notably in Mondstadt & Liyue. the Sumeru location tends to be quite popular for mercenaries, due to the ease with which they can find business prospects there -- scholars & researchers tied to the Akademiya tend to avoid the establishment, if they have no need to meet or speak with Luck within its walls.

rank. third 'boss,' in charge of intelligence, information, and strategy.

due to the sprawling nature of the Gandors' family business, Luck is required to see to their establishments outside of Fontaine in person to ensure all is smooth - sailing. he also handles foreign business matters, being the 'face' of the family & the most well - spoken of the three. at this current conjecture, Inazuma's new foreign policy has granted Luck an ability to start placing down connections, in the hopes he will eventually be able to place an aboveground business there -- thereby masking their less - than - legal matters underneath. he returns home after long periods of traveling, but is often not present in Fontaine with his brothers as a result.

history. Luck recalls very little of their homeland. The Gandors, once known as the Gandilovs, are Snezhnayan immigrants victims to a system seeking to 'sanitize' their existence. Thus, their old birth names have been effectively watered down. Lukyan Savinovich Gandilov is now merely Lukas Gandor -- Luck Gandor, practically. He grew up with only the memories of this name, and nothing else. His father, Savio ( formerly Savin ), began to build a criminal empire based on connections & experience, having tried but failed to live peacefully in the Fontaine capital slums. Luck's life held no little excitement as a result of this chosen career, having now grown up only with the memories & knowledge of the Fontainian underworld. When their father died, Luck was 12. His brothers, along with himself, took the family business into their own hands, having a sort of pride watching their father pour blood, sweat, and tears over its functionality. Luck became the family's youngest capo at age 13 and, with that, gained his Cryo Vision. His life grew incredibly turbulent thereafter, refusing to cease thrill after thrill, death after death, blood after blood. Luck didn't imagine he could live after 20 -- now he was praying to barely see the cusp of age 30. however, on a fateful day, his prayers came true in the most twisted way possible -- immortality. unsought, unprovoked, brought to him by the most bizarre circumstances concocted by the coincidences of his best friend & co. now, a year or so after the shock has settled, Luck has found himself caught in a new conundrum of fear -- the apathy now lurking behind the cheapness of his own life, to which he can expend multiple & multiple times. as he crosses over Teyvat with his newfound companion in tow -- a young, excitable Pyro sword - wielder he had met under adverse circumstances -- he can't help but wonder what new miserable fate the Archons had in store for him.

[c4rdsharp]

why him?

It was question Luck knew was coming ; it was the question on everyone’s lips whenever they learned about his relationship with Melvi. Why him.

It was a good question, he won’t deny. As tired as he was of hearing it, it wasn’t as if Luck didn’t know where their concerns & criticisms came from. It was a question he’s been asking himself, and it was always one he came up rather empty for.

No, not empty . . . because there was a reason for why Melvi. There were several, in fact, but to concisely put that all into words, those feelings . . . it would be hard to understand. Not in any real complicated way, but just as to why Melvi was so special to gain the privileges so many people have sought – to knows the ins - and - outs of Luck’s mind & heart without having to dig, the ability to have him, ALL of him, to be in front of them. To know that the person they were liking at is real & true, not some proximity of living. To know why Melvi of all people got that, and not even his brothers to some extent . . . Luck couldn’t say.

He could, of course, voice his theories, but that’s all they were : theories. Speculation. That doesn’t make them anymore real than Berga’s anger. A heavy pause fell over the room, as Luck gripped his other arm with a light squeeze. His brown eyes grew distant, as if looking past Berga and into the room beyond him, beyond the wall. For a second or two, it didn’t seem as if Luck would answer, but then he drew in a sharp breath before letting it go, all the tension pent up in his body.

“ . . . i don’t know, “ he breathed, as if in confession, “ i’ve been asking myself that too. i could very well tell you my guesses, if you’d prefer, but i sincerely doubt anything i say will satisfy your anger. i think you’d rather hear the truth than for me to tell you comforting lies. “ Not that what Luck had to say about Melvi were lies, but he knew Berga wouldn’t be thinking so objectively at this current moment to accept them as truths. Ever since Luck had opened the door for Melvi to become one of their own, it seemed as if Berga had no intention of changing his previous opinion on the man – not that Luck could blame him, of course, but to give any sort of answer in this scenario that would convince Berga to let it live . . . it was practically its own obstacle.

“ if i told you what i think, you wouldn’t grasp what makes Melvi so different from everyone else – i don’t either, but that doesn’t change the course of how i feel about him. you should know better than anyone that feelings don’t always have a logic to them. “ It was why Luck never enjoyed talking about his – they defied all sense of reason & to put them into a box, to make a long line of trajectory like a line of dominoes, only gave cause for more of them to escape & rebel. He didn’t like thinking on them, or pinning down any sort of reason to their existence, so perhaps his answer was simply less critical than Berga would allow. However, what was the point if all the lines came to the same conclusion?

“ . . . it is because i see myself in him, and he sees himself in me. in that way, i am known, without having to translate unto others the burdens that i bear. i am not required to be anyone but myself around him, whatever that self might be. “ Luck didn’t know what self he could possibly have outside the Gandor family, but that was a matter for another time. He has barely accepted his faults outside what he has entangled about his immortality. “ so . . . i s’ppose, in a rather ironic twist of fate, i trust him. deeply & implicitly. “

There. That was it. The whole thing : he trusted Melvi. And that was the part nobody, not even him, understood. “ if i could tell you why or how that came to be, i would, but as it stands, i’m not even sure how to explain myself without sounding mad. i am aware, more than anyone, about Melvi’s previous transgressions – he has made an attempt on my life once before, and perhaps it is foolish to assume he wouldn’t do that again, but . . . “ this is so awfully damn confusing. “ that’s always a risk i was going to take with any man i have chosen to court. “ Trailing off here, his eyes came back into focus on Berga’s presence, sharpening with a cutting question like he was issuing forth an unspoken challenge : is that to your satisfaction?

the last thing he wants is to let his still-simmering temper bleed onto luck. berga's been careful his whole life to never turn his anger on his brothers, even by accident. he hadn't been so aware of his own strength as a child, but he learned quickly, && ever since, it's the one thing he's tried to be conscious of.

at the moment, he doesn't really trust himself not to snap, so he keeps his distance, turning his palms down && instead digging his nails into his thighs. the fabric of his pants bunches up in his fingers, but he pays the added wrinkles no mind.

it does annoy him that luck seems to be trying to be evasive — something berga is used to with both of his brothers, && something that bothers him to no end.

"he didn't have to," berga says grimly, shaking his head, which is technically true, even though the answer is yes. there's a lot that goes over berga's head — his brothers' feelings are not one of them. "...i wanted to hear it from you, though."

frankly, he's hurt. but that's less important. he does, actually, understand why luck waited, even before his explanation, which is honestly fair. what's really getting under his skin, what he just cannot wrap his mind around is —

"why him?"

[closedcoffins]

@ruenoirs likes this post for an assigned baccano fave!

i'm going to be honest when i say that i definitely did have a character who popped into my head as an active first choice, but she requires some explaining before i tell you about her.

since the one muse i know you write is poe, this recommendation is based largely on that. she's not a character featured in the anime and because she's not in many of the books i've come prepared with a backup recommendation that IS featured in more relevant plotlines.

that said, my initial recommendation for you is monica campanella. both she and poe focus heavily on their relationships with and feeling towards others in their respective narratives, and as a result the people who consume those narratives tend to reduce their characters down to just the love interest for the more popular character.

monica herself is a nervous wreck. she's also a calculating and cold killer. both of these things are true depending on who she's around. she's someone who grew up hating the world and faking all of her smiles until someone came into her life who interested her enough for her to feel something for them. i won't spoil her story as it spoils most of the plot of the 1700s novels, but she gains notoriety initially as a serial killer called the "mask maker".

that said, i mentioned a backup choice, and that backup choice is luck gandor.

aside from the fact that luck is a canon fan of poe's works, which maybe influenced my decision-making here a little, luck is also the sort of person who seems a little more amiable than he actually is at first glance. he's the youngest brother of three and one of the leaders of a mafia family, and though his general demeanor suggests ruthlessness and a determination to do whatever is necessary for his family, one of his biggest weaknesses is his tendency to give people fair chances when he shouldn't.

runner-ups: roy maddock, begg garrott, mark wilmens, huey laforet.

[drfeelgreed]

tag drop 004.

the youngest brother isn't in high spirits. / luck gandor. no rest for the agents. / edward noah. no one picks up the nobody when he gets out of jail. / nader schasschule. the girl in black regrets nothing. / chané laforet. there's no other way to live. / dune.

the quiet man doesn't lose his cool. / keith gandor.

dance with the stray rabbits. / pamela mccall. run like a bunny. / lana sutton. bunny hasty. / juliano barsotti. bunny tasty. / gabriel barsotti.

things don't go as planned. / donatello abbate. they don't go back on their word. / eve genoard. they can't avoid getting involved. / charon walken. quiet mornings don't suit us. / berga gandor. there's no way we won't be interrupted. / tim. there's no tomorrow for us. / kate gandor. communication is no longer possible. / connor torra.

[gunmeister]

i actually genuinely consider baccano to be a masterclass when it comes to compelling relationship characters and i mean this in the romantic platonic and familial way. it's one of the only pieces of media where i've genuinely enjoyed the majority of the canon ships. it has realistic healthy AND unhealthy sibling dynamics (maiza & gretto and the gandor brothers are genuinely some of the best siblings i have encountered. in media). when two characters are friends (chane & jacuzzi, chris & ricardo, maiza & begg) i genuinely do believe and understand them being close to eachother and getting along.

[abyssalplein]

Getting on the Baccano! self insert train. Presenting Abby S. Piraino!

She's the Gandor brothers' (and by extension Claire and Firo's) former babysitter! She had very limited control of them, but I imagine if she looked put upon and sad enough, the kids would calm down.

She likes to check up on the Gandors from time-to-time and help out around the jazz hall. During the Depression, she does odd jobs, and when she's really desperate, she goes into the Daily Days and sells them a few words that Keith said as a kid.