#francesca scaletta

[kofolacitrus]

Decided to draw more m2 art! Inspired by a wonderful and very memorable song by John Lennon.

This one is also very special to me and not just because of the bond between Vito and Frankie, which is so interesting, and it deserves much more attention.

Working on this was very healing for me, and I found again the joy from what I love the most.

The fanart itself is actually quite personal to me because I lost my own mom, too. However, I had a lot of fun and a good time while drawing this, which is important in my opinion. Sorry for a little over sharing.

Anyway yeah...that's it.

Details and the inspo song down below 👇

My mummy's dead

I can't get through my head

Though it's been so many years

My mummy's dead

I can't explain

So much pain

I could never show it

My mummy's dead

- John Lennon

[tyvolenevim]

i need to know what joe's sister looks like

[emmanuelle-la-rosa]

Happy International women's day! ❤️

[mdemn]

thinking abt joe’s sister having a pin-up girl tattoo on her bicep and frankie blushes every time she sees it and she asks her why she’d ever get something like that and joe’s sister is like “well, if you’d be my model, then i’d have you like this, doll.” and frankie gets so so flustered and joe’s sister smiles at her and watches the way frankie covers her face and turns all the way away from her

[mafiamemesandedits]

Zodiac signs (plus Moon and Rising) of the M2 & M1 characters (in my personal opinion ofc!!)

Henry Tomasino

𖤓-♌︎

☾-♏︎

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Vito Scaletta

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☾-♋︎

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Joe Barbaro

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☾-♊︎

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Tommy Angelo

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Paulie Lombardo

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Sam Trapani

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☾-♍︎

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Sarah Angelo

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Francesca Scaletta

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Eddie Scarpa

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Leo Galante

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☾-♉︎

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Frank Vinci

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Carlo Falcone

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Marty Santorelli

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Salvatore🗿

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☾-♐︎

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Ennio Salieri

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☾-♑︎

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Frank Colletti

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Alberto Clemente

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Luca Gurino

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Marcu Morello

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Sergio Morello

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Vincenzo Ricci

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[los-sanchos]

Had an AU of Mafia II where Francesca and Joe got together while Vito was in army, and I just think that every night they are gonna lay on the bad staring at the ceiling wondering how Vito will react💔💔

[swiftcola]

home sweet home | time well spent

[bettycanavosio]

frankie didn’t get her “cut off hair + husband” arc so i will dream about it instead

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

очередное хихихаха для русскоговорящих

[vitos-pink-shirt]

As much as I love how sweet Frankie is and how when they were younger she seemed to really fill in the “my brothers keeper” role (just an opinion based on like one clip) and how Vito is violently protective of Frankie. I just think it’d be funny to see them have that while still being assholes to each other like siblings are.

Like when they were younger Frankie would tattle on Vito if he made her mad, but that same night Vito steals some cigarettes or snacks for Frankie. Or Vito just constantly pestering Frankie until she’s angry and screaming at him and he laughs and calls her crazy, but then she’ll make sure if he gets in trouble at school their parents don’t find out.

Idk I just like thinking of them being both each other’s bane, filling the annoying younger sibling and bossy older sibling roles, while still looking out for each other.

[scaletta-nishikiyama-paradise]

These two are my everything!

Feel free to save the screenshots!

[bdangkingfish]

The Simsfather, Part I: Chapter XVIII (FINALE)

The Godfather of Willow Creek

Vito has begun his partnership with the Simkuza as he is now the head honcho of organized crime in Willow Creek. However, like all things, power comes at a price.

[tyvolenevim]

is joes sister a younger or an older sibling?

[swiftcola]

ok here’s what they smell like. strongest scent first, then decreasing

vito: gunpowder, cigarettes, hair tonic, plain soap, worn leather

joe: rich cologne, new leather, scotch, sweat, women’s perfume

henry: shoe shine, woodsy aftershave, espresso, drycleaning chemicals

frankie: home cooking, lilac laundry detergent, ink and paper

[mafiamemesandedits]

MBTI Types of Mafia characters (in my PERSONAL opinion)

Analysts

INTJ-Henry Tomasino

ENTJ-Carlo Falcone

INTP-Frank Colletti

ENTP-Sam Trapani

Diplomats

INFJ-Vito Scaletta

ENFJ-Ennio Salieri

INFP-Sarah Angelo

ENFP-Paulie Lombardo

Sentinels

ISTJ-Bruno Levine

ESTJ-Leo Galante

ISFJ-Francesca Scaletta

ESFJ-Tommy Angelo

Explorers

ISTP-Lincoln Clay

ESTP-Eddie Scarpa

ISFP-John Donovan

ESFP-Joe Barbaro

[vandermorganable]

Nothing Lasts Forever

Description: When the day of Henry and Vito’s wedding came, it was meant to be a day of love and happiness. Instead, it ended in tragedy and heartbreak.

Loosely based on Guns N Roses “November Rain” music video.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️ : Murder, Blood

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Vito strolled his eyes up and down at his reflection in the mirror. His frame dressed in a brand new tuxedo. He’d worn many suits since he’d joined the mob, but it was different this time. He was dressed for his own wedding. Ever since getting out of jail and being involved with the mafia, marriage seemed like a far away dream. Then, a charming, handsome man entered his life. His name was Henry Tomasino. Yes, he was the reason he went to jail in the first place, however, it wasn’t his fault. It was just business. At least, that’s what he tried to convince to believe Henry to make him feel better.

But that was in the past. There were people waiting for them to wed. It was too late to rethink this whole thing. The door opened behind him. Vito turned to see who it was. It was Joe. He joined him in the mirror. His wide body being too big to fit in the small frame of it.

“Wow, I can’t believe it. My best friend is getting married.” Joe placed his hands on Vito’s shoulders. “I was beginning to believe that you’d be needing to blend your food up before you eat it before you’d get to this day.”

“Oh, fuck you. I don’t see you with a ring on your finger.” Vito pointed out, gesturing towards Joe’s ring finger.

“I’m not a one woman type of man.”

“I’m not either, but look at me now.”

“That’s because you’re a one man type of man.”

Vito laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Marty was the next to enter the room to let them know that Henry was ready.

“You ready?” Joe asked, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He adjusted his blazer.

They waited behind the doors to the aisle. Joe was going to be the one to walk him down the aisle. Francesca was his first choice, but she declined. She was still pissed about what happened between him and her husband and even more so when she discovered it was a man he was marrying. It was a punch to his face when the realization his mother wouldn’t be there to see him get married hit him. Hearing his sister wasn’t even going to show her face was a shot in the back. He felt his eyes beginning to sting as tears began to well up. Noticing, Joe poked his head through the door and told them to wait.

He cupped his giant hands around his face. “What’s the matter, Vito? You want me to call it off?”

“N-No. It’s just…Francesca,” he simply said, knowing that Joe would get what he meant without needing more context.

“Aww, that’s what got you so worked up. C’mere.” Joe pulled him into a hug.

When his face was completely hidden from the world, he released the tears he was trying to hold back. Joe rubbed his back slowly and gently. Vito couldn’t sit there and cry forever. He needed to get out there. He pulled away from the hug and wiped his face with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket in case he needed it.

“You done?” Joe questioned.

“Yeah, and Joe? Lay off the fucking cologne. You don’t need to use the whole bottle,” Vito complained.

“Hey, I wanted to smell nice. Special events require special scents,” he responded.

Vito rolled his eyes. Joe gave them the go ahead. The traditional wedding music started. Vito wrapped his arm around Joe’s and puffed his chest out to straighten his posture. He and Joe exchanged a final look before the doors opened. The guests stood, all facing towards him and Joe. Henry was at the end of the aisle. A proud smile spread across his face, making wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes.

Vito and Joe sauntered down the aisle. Many things were going through his head. None of them were regret. He thought about their honeymoon to Paris, moving to a bigger and better house, and, when the time was right, adopting a few kids. Marrying Henry would bring his life back into the right direction.

He was at the end of the aisle, inches away from Henry now. Joe handed him over, giving both of them a wink prior to going to stand with the other groomsmen behind Henry. Henry and Vito joined their hands, staring into his eyes as the officiant started his speech. Now, they were at the boring part. Vito pretty much tuned out the officiant and kept his focused on Henry, only tuning in when they got to the part where they had to read their vows.

Henry was first. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and began reading.

“Vittorio Antonio Scaletta. The moment Joe introduced me to you at Freddy’s Bar was the moment I decided you were the one. You accepting my hand in marriage proved to me that you was the one.

6 years we were apart. 6 lonely years I had. The skies were grey, and the clouds weeped. The grass had turned to a dirty yellow color. It seemed like, without you, the world had lost its color and liveliness. Seeing how dull everything had became without your presence made me not want to live in a world like that ever again.

You are the rays of light that emits from the sun. You are the waves crashing onto the coastline. You are the breeze that blows through my hair on a windy day. You are the oxygen I breathe. You are my reason to continue to push through this tough life, which is why I love every part of you.

Thank you for giving me the chance to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband.”

Henry was crying by the end. Vito wanted to kiss him right there. It took everything inside of him to sit and wait for that.

Vito didn’t write his vows down. He wanted his to come naturally.

“Before you came into my life, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do with my newfound freedom. You have helped me time and time again to get rid of that confusion. You helped me get a job, you gave me a shoulder to cry on, and, most importantly, you gave me love.

My mother always told me growing up that ‘True love is not just in the moments we cherish but in the silent promises we hold in the spaces between them.’

My silent promises to you was to always guarantee your happiness and make sure you were never wanting for anything.

Henry Tomasino, thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of our lives together. I love you and will never stop loving you.”

Vito used the handkerchief to wipe his face again, then assisted Henry with wiping his. Afterwards, they exchanged rings one step away from sealing the deal.

“Do you, Henry Tomasino, take Vittorio Antonio Scaletta, to be your wedded husband?” The officiant asked.

Henry took in a deep sigh. “I do.”

“Do you, Vittorio Antonio Scaletta, take Henry Tomasino to be your wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“I now pronounce you two under your titles of husbands. You may end with a kiss.”

Neither of them hesitated. They kissed, settling their future as a married couple. The guests clapped. Vito and Henry joined a hands and marched down the aisle, heading to the limousine that’ll take them to the venue where the reception would take place. The ushers opened the doors. As soon as they stepped foot outside of the church, shots started ringing from an unknown black vehicle behind the limo. Henry tackled Vito to the ground. Joe shot at the armed men, who hurried down the street.

When the shots had quieted, Henry still hadn’t got up from on top of him. Vito managed to push his body off him. To his horror, Vito was covered in blood, but not his own. Henry’s face was contorted in agony. His black suit stained in red.

“Oh my god! He’s fucking dead. Henry’s dead!” Vito yelled, scooting back in terror.

Joe helped him up from the ground. “Oh my fuck! Who would do something like this?”

Vito breathed heavily, hoping this was a nightmare that he hadn’t woken up from. Henry was dead. They hadn’t even been married for 20 seconds and he was already dead. Vito didn’t know what to do. He was too much in shock to cry. There was a million things he expected to happen and this wasn’t one of them. Vito fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands.

“Henry…” was the last word he uttered before the world went dark.

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Vito jolted awake. Body covered in sweat and goosebumps. He looked next to him, expecting Henry to be right there asleep, but he wasn’t. The mattress was empty. It’d been two days since Henry’s funeral and Vito couldn’t grasped into the fact that he was dead. Every morning he woke up believing that Henry was somewhere else in the house only to be slapped with the fact that he wasn’t. He was buried six feet under the ground.

There was a knock at the door. Vito climbed out of bed and put on his robe. He opened the door. Joe was on the other side in his loud outfit like always.

“What are you doing here, Joe?” Vito asked, walking over to the coffee machine.

“My daily routine of checking up on you. You were saying some pretty scary things during the funeral,” Joe explained, entering the house.

Since the funeral, Joe had been stopping by and calling in to check on his wellbeing. Vito had trouble remembering what’s been happening for the past week. What Joe was saying could be true, but he couldn’t recall.

Vito handed Joe his cup of coffee. He took a sip, enjoying the short-lived warmth of the beverage.

“Why, Joe? Why did this have to happen?” Vito questioned as if Joe knew the answer.

“I don’t know. But we’ll find the assholes who did it and give them hell.” Joe banged his hand on the table.

Vito took another swig of his coffee. When he turned his head for a short second, he caught a glimpse of a picture on the mantle of the fireplace. It was of him and Henry. He was kissing Henry on his cheek while Henry was smiling into the camera.