#ilbronco

[sistemstia]

Face flares in embarrassment, teeth grinding as he nearly bites through the filter of his cigarette. “I’m not- it’s not fucking vore!  How the hell did you get vore from carnivorous insects?” 

@ilbronco​ :  “ can you not talk about vore for like one day? ”  //  MISC DISCORD MEME. ACCEPTING.

[belacedia-a]

Psst

. * ♛ •     PROMPTED ‚     my character must confess in 3s.

“ The prince has always wanted to tell bronco that he likes his hair, ”  so much that he may have unintentionally gotten the same hairstyle, only with longer bangs of course,  “ Secondly, I wanted to ask how he tolerated the strategy captain’s noisiness for so long, it’s really annoying to live with Squalo everyday. ”

“ Lastly, there was that time at the one formal dinner where all the prominent members of the Vongola Alliance attended, and the bronco had food all over his face. The prince really wanted to tell him to use a napkin. ”  and more importantly make fun of him, but he was keeping that fact to himself out of courtesy.

[everlastingflame]

@ilbronco broke the silence: “But why would they abduct cows?”

Laid back in the old fashioned chair, Tsunayoshi swirled his red one -a Château Lafite 1787- he found in a hidden wine cellar at the Vongola Headquarters. He liked to celebrate the home coming as well as the visits of his closest friends and Famiglia, and so, later that evening he had uncorked a bottle of red wine. 

How they ended up talking about Aliens, which was more of Gokudera’s forte, remained a mystery to the brunet. 

Maybe it was the wine speaking.

“ Well, ” he considered briefly, “ maybe they think cows are hugable. Or tasty. Or both. ”

Sipping from his wine, Tsunayoshi glanced over the rim of the glass at Dino, an eyebrow slightly raised. 

“ I mean, you were talking about the..Unlikely event of Aliens coming over, right? ”

[undergrounclmafia]

➤     *     @ilbronco​     ... 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘     「    𝑯𝑰𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑰  」!

「     Hm.    」       That’s it , that’s all he’s got to say , eyes locked on Hibird that decided to make a nest out of Dino’s hair .        「     ... I won’t bite you to death, just this once .    」

[fenikkusunohisana]

@ilbronco​

🔫 The mafia life was dangerous. Threats perpetually loomed behind every corner, every shadow. Nothing and nowhere was safe. Not even within your own famiglia. It was why caution, intuition and preparedness was key. Particularly for the boss. For none was  more risky than the leader of a powerful famiglia and ally to the most well-whispered names in the underground. To be affiliated with both, was certain doom for the inexperienced, the careless, the useless. Even with years of experience under one’s belt, one may become lax. Even if said pupil was taught by the world’s best tutor and hitman, he was permanently hopeless. Which was why a specific infant always chose the most random and lethal methods of dropping in. There was always a reason behind the madness and chaos. And as always, he did it whenever he noticed the Bronco’s guard was down.  And today was no exception. The enraged roars of three grizzly bears rocked the house. Screams and yells of confusion echoed in tandem with the noise. The sound of breaking dishes and antiques would have reached the don’s ears by now.  To heighten the situation further, a subordinate came running in. His suit was shredded in various areas, his face alarmed and panicked. “Boss! These bears are monsters from hell! Nothing seems to be working on them! What should we do ?” Unbeknown to the don, someone was observing the entire scene. Naturally, he was an expert artist at stealth and hiding...among his other extensive skill sets. Detection was almost impossible, unless he saw fit to reveal himself. And in this instance, it was far too soon. He was curious as to how the horse would deal with this situation.

[pioggiatranquilla-blog]

Italian Getaway

八十   Things had been... interesting (to say the least) for Yamamoto lately; for Namimori really. Ever since he started hanging out with Tsuna, a lot of his daily routine changed. Mostly for the better, Yamamoto thinks. He never realized how... mundane his life was until he began taking part in their Mafia Game. It was probably the most fun he'd ever had, honestly.

At that moment, he found himself in awe as he stepped off what was nearly a thirteen hour flight from Japan to... Italy. A small town kind of guy like himself, and son to a local sushi chef... This was beyond amazing to have this sort of opportunity. It was all thanks to Gokudera; a free, round-trip to "The Boot" itself. How could he even begin to repay such a nice guy? And to think he suspected the other boy might not had cared for him much... He was definitely wrong though.

Honey-brown eyes had been taking in the scenery of the airport, noting all the Italian flags splayed about... A lot of green, white, and red... When his name is spotted on a board. In Japanese too. He's quick to raise a hand and start waving. "Oh! Yo!" And there was that guy, who was the boss of his very own Mafia Game. He was nice like Tsuna, but with a pretty cool whip, and a really big turtle. "Dino-san! Yo- I mean, Arrivederci~" He probably didn't say that last one very well... He thinks, smile turning a little sheepish as he makes his way over. He had his equipment bag on him, but he would have to wait on his suitcase still.

@ilbronco

[chuketsu]

@ilbronco

Skipping about, Himiko did not much care about assisting one faction or the other; if a monster got too close to her, she would either defend herself or flee. When it came to people, she utilized a similar train of thought. 

Yet, as she wandered about as she pleased, Himiko came across an unfamiliar blond. The two were quite a ways aware from one another; and due to the destructive earthquakes of Cotes Ward, they were on different levels of concrete. That did not matter to Himiko, though, as she had suddenly set her eyes upon the man who looked himself to be fresh out of a fight.

He’s my type, was her first thought, and it was all that she needed in order to give reason to approach. She was quick, wasting no time in closing the distance between them or taking out a small pocket knife out of her pocket.

“Hey!” Her tone was bright and sharp, just like the blade she held in her hand. “You’re pretty cute!”

[pridefulshark]

@ilbronco !!!

“VOOOOIIIIIIII!!” Squalo’s booming voice could be heard a mile down the street as he closed in on the blonde, who seemed to be lazily taking his turtle on a stroll. “YOU’RE HERE AGAIN TOO?!” the swordsman sneers, his pace slowing as he comes up to his ally with a stomp.

The edge in his voice grows softer, “Or is it that you’re still here? It doesn’t matter! At least I don’t have to be bothered by those Vongola brats again.” He huffs, pushing back long locks of hair before crossing his arms. “I’d rather be stuck here with you than them. And look-!” Squalo suddenly announces with a grin as he drops his arms to show Dino his prosthetic. His sword juts out of it with a soft click.

“I still have this.” he states proudly. Squalo’s grin turns wicked as he extends his arm and turns the blade, watching it glint in the sun. 

[bestialprincess]

@ilbronco​

“Is that a pet turtle?! My, how lovable and unique! Does it allow strangers nearby?” Never mind animals are afraid of her, she loved them dearly.

[isolaradiale]

I'd like to re app Dino Cavallone from Katekyo Hitman Reborn please!

Welcome back to blooming Isola Radiale, Dino!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 235.

You’ll be given everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your adventure!

– 🌷 δCaeli

[f-umo-blog]

For the day Gokudera's birth, Dino arrives with a hefty package and the delicious waft of McDonald's breakfast for 2 trailing with him. Because they are going to eat it, together, because it's delicious and cheap. "Buon compleanno Gokudera!" he chirped, laying out the banquet and depositing the huge box on a table somewhere for the birthday boy to unwrap at his leisure. It's a state of the art gaming system, the XbOX STAR and AND it has Uno already downloaded for many nights of gaming fun.

For all their arguments about cheap breakfasts, Gokudera was not one to turn his nose up when food was actually presented– awaking to the smell of processed sausage drew him out of his room in his boxers and t-shirt, scratching his stomach with a yawn. He blinked in surprise at the familiar face, and took a few beats for his morning brain to catch up to the words being cheerily spoken.

“Oh… oh! Thanks.” Too soon after waking up to give anything more than his usual morning grumble, he sat down at the table and accepted his breakfast with another murmured thanks. “I guess I’m seventeen now, huh?”

Dino had come in with such a good energy, an absolute sunshine, and Gokudera hated that his first instinct was to be.. sad. “…I miss Tsuna. I miss home.” He gave a soft sigh, then a little smile. “..but I’m really thankful you’re here, y’know. I don’t know if I could have made it this long without you to fall back on.”

He scooted his chair a little closer, and leaned against Dino’s shoulder. This.. would be okay. “Thanks.”

[moveextras]

ilbronco replied to your post: ’ I worry about us a lot. ’

wow you are like a tiny blond squalo

“OOOOOIIIII!!! I AM NOT, WHOEVER THE FUCK THAT IS!” 

[belacedia-a]

PROMPT  /  interrogation starters.  @ilbronco​ beseeched:  “ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

              NOTORIOUS  FOR  BEING  TERRIFYINGLY  BAD  AT  NEGOTIATING,  at least, according to his coworkers in the Varia, Belphegor believed he was quite competent at striking up deals with other people — either obey the Prince’s commands, or risk being stabbed to death ...  It was an easy choice, wasn’t it? He was  A PRINCE,  it was only natural that people would get down on their knees  &&  beg to serve his every whim. 

       Bone chilling snickers bubble up from the back of his throat, a subtle tilt of the head, Belphegor smiles impishly.  “Ushishi~  The  Prince  is  being  very  rational!”  

      His appearance on Cavallone’s doorstep at ten in the morning was hardly planned — Squalo would strangle him when he returned to Varia HQ, but the swordsman was already used to the Prince’s  CAPRICIOUS NATURE,  taking breaks from work whenever he pleased  &&  jetting off to various places without any prior notice of leave — keeping the Varia’s Storm Commander in line was a full time job,  &&  unfortunately all of his coworkers already had their hands full carrying out missions for the assassination squad. 

     “All  I’m  asking  for  is  to  borrow  a  few —  ( like, about twenty five, more or less? )  of  your  men  for  the  day,”  Belphegor purrs, flashing a million watt devil-may-care grin  &&  clearly he was up to no good, even if he didn’t already have a  MORBID REPUTATION  for having no direct underlings of his own  ( the Varia “Bel Storm Strike Squad” consisted of Belphegor himself  &&  himself only )  simply because the moody Prince killed grunts to satiate his boredom,  &&  Varia Quality foot soldiers were already hard to come by — to be blunt, Belphegor’s personal subordinate privileges were officially  REVOKED.

      A blessing in disguise, actually; a perfect excuse to enlist some of Dino Cavallone’s famously competent  &&  reliable men. 

[ahawkwardguy]

@ilbronco

There’s a tug on the leash he holds and Clint think’s he missed something. Lucky’s supposed to be doing his job, but when he looks down the one-eyed Labrador is much more interested in something on the sidewalk.

“Whoa whoa no-” Clint tugs his dog back away from the turtle. “Leave that poor little guy alone Luck yer scarin’ ‘im.” 

[riicinus]

ღ 　 “Can you tell me a story?”

Perhaps he sounded more like a child than ever, even with his voice soft and serious, but the request was earnest. No matter how much he spoke to his other selves, the information he could pull was weak, bare, factual, with no emotion to it. No implications, only tidbits. It was like eating plain bread for every meal, and not nearly enough of it besides.

“Something from your life... something emotional. I might already know it, but I want to hear you tell it. Would you indulge me?”

@ilbronco

[stallionsoul]

is this helping?

♞ — therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. ( ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ )

SHE HALF EXPECTED HIM TO HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP BY NOW. She texted him in a panic, wanting company and a TV show playing in the background. He arrived, clearly alarmed but outwardly, Rin seemed her usual self save for her long silences and general soured mood. Still, he filled the room with chatter, going about his day or getting snacks for the both of them while they watched some TV. 

Then, a scene on the TV show comes on and it’s nothing memorable or particular. Rin starts talking over it, all the emotions she had from earlier that day spilling out of her–mostly irritation and frustration. She rants to him and by the end of it, she’s buried herself under her covers, sighing angrily at herself.

“Yeah, it does. Sorry you keep getting caught up in my mess. Next time, we’ll go somewhere you like.”