#LINCOLN CLAY
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vertyd · 28 days ago
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frick my stupid mafia life
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drawn-twogether · 22 days ago
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Seeing the trailer for Mafia The Old Country got me back playing the older games again so here's some silly doodles from each of the games to help quell my excitement till summer 2025 😂
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weetlebeetle · 4 months ago
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If all goes according to plan, I'll be reopening my shop on September 15.
Here they are!
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groovygianniart · 10 months ago
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The Clay Kids (circa. 1987)
For my cringe au, I felt I needed to make colored pics of them for reference and stuff.
Dani, 18
Rhys, 15
Jermaine, 10
I really need to develop these kids, but so far I got Dani being a cheerleader, Rhys a casual/low effort alt kid, and Jermaine...he's diagnosed with baby disease.
I'm open to any interpretations or suggestions about them.
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videogamepoc · 4 months ago
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Father James: "Grief... It can overwhelm you if you let it. It can... suffocate you, and... reduce you down to nothin'. So, the key is to, uh... Look for light inside those around us to... grab a hold of it."
Lincoln Clay in Mafia III
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twdgarcias · 4 months ago
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I would like yall to meet my second husband besides David, Mr Lincoln Clay.
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lucagurino · 1 year ago
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the hour is late but i give you: mafia trilogy characters as troubled birds
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mafia-iii · 3 months ago
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A Taste of the Action || New Bordeaux
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dontbesoweirdkira · 9 months ago
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Tommy was a feminists of his time that's why he's the angle of lost heaven and Sarah was the girl boss
Oh yes he definitely was. Honestly all the mafia protagonists are!! I really love that actually. I think it’s one of the reasons I personally loveee the mafia trilogy is because despite what flaws, Tommy or any of the characters may have….He and the other protagonists lovesss women. Like even as shitty as Paulie and Sam are for going to brothels, they were absolutely pissed off to find out someone touched Sarah.
I just adore how pure their relationship is and how the writers didn’t fuck it up by making him a player or an abusive piece of shit… Every girl around towns knows that Tommy doesn’t play when it comes to his boo. Sarah definitely doesn’t either.
I head-canon that Sarah runs her own business after Tommy leaves the mob and Tommy’s just the house husband doing whatever she says. She runs him and that damn business likes it’s the damn army!!
Don’t get me started on Lincoln Clay tho….His honor code is next levellll
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juno-box · 7 months ago
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Waiter! Waiter! More traumatized War-Vets, please! 🍽🐶
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vito-simp · 1 year ago
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<3
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B-babe is- Is that Vito Simp!? 🗣
I’m back in my mafia Era
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osiris-moon · 5 months ago
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When it got cold, he thought of Lincoln.
There were things colder than a freezer; that winter in Empire Bay when he came back from the war; icicles he would break off of porch steps to throw in front of cars when he was a kid; the lopsided snowmen he and his sister would hash together before dinner.
Yet all of that was a lifetime ago. Most days Vito was too busy to remember how the cold used to burn his lungs when he dared to take a deep breath.
He remembered being tied up and beaten in that freezer. Even his white-hot rage couldn't stop his fingers from going numb. He wasn't as young and spry as he used to be, he couldn't take on a dozen men and walk out with a cigarette hanging from his lip.
He thought he was going to die there, beaten, humiliated, and worth nothing. His temper made him swear and fight, but all his efforts were for nothing. He was finished.
Then came Lincoln Clay, a damned behemoth of a man taking up the whole doorway with a knife in his hand. The place was silent after a hailstorm of bullets; Grecco’s men most likely laid in heaps on the floor courtesy of Lincoln.
Vito knew he hadn't croaked yet because his ass wasn't being burned by hellfire. Still, seeing a man who was supposed to be dead walking towards him really was something.
He'd met the kid once, but he wasn't someone Vito was able to forget so easily.
Whenever the air turned chilly, Vito would think about the halo of light silhouetting Lincoln in the doorway. Lincoln's knife, warm with fresh blood, cut him loose. He stood close enough that Vito instinctively leaned into the source of heat.
It was a shame that every time he got cold, Lincoln wasn't around to chase it away. Vito scoffed at the thought, careful to keep the cigarette between his teeth as he shut the door behind him.
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weetlebeetle · 5 months ago
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Go Lincoln, go Lincoln
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groovygianniart · 8 months ago
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Motivational Lincoln
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afcknnerd · 28 days ago
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No one:
Lincoln grabbing Danny's 🍑:
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twdgarcias · 4 months ago
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There’s something about Lincoln Clay with a cigarette that brings out my carnal instincts.
(Yes my last posts are all about me thirsting for Lincoln)
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