#mafia 1

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Mobster

Chicago - 1931 The Height of Prohibition The mafia is earning top dollar smuggling alcohol into the country. And one mobster has his eye on you.

Yandere! Mobster who's a made man, who drives a nice car even after the stock market crash forced most people to sell theirs.

Yandere! Mobster who wears a tailored suit and fedora, his black hair swept back. Who everyone in the neighbourhood says is a good guy, a decent man, even if he does work for the don.

Yandere! Mobster who pulls up next to you when you're walking home from work. It's late and clouds are scudding across the moon.

Yandere! Mobster who leans out his window and offers to drive you home. Who says these streets ain't safe for a pretty girl like you.

Yandere! Mobster who's known you since you were children. Two kids from immigrant families, playing together in the tiny bits of open space your apartments could offer.

Yandere! Mobster who keeps looking at you and marvelling at how grown up you both are. Where did that scruffy little girl go? And when did you get so pretty?

Yandere! Mobster who spends the whole drive chatting about old times. Who makes you laugh at his stories about running from the landlady and stashing his school books behind the canteen.

Yandere! Mobster who leans over you and pulls the door closed when you move to get out. Who looks you dead in the eye when he asks if you're having trouble with your rent.

The mob is a big part of the community afterall, and he knows just about everything.

You drop your eyes, embarrassed. Your brothers have their own families to care for, you say. Things are hard but if you pick up a few more shifts at the factory, you might manage it.

Yandere! Mobster who sighs and digs in his suit pocket. Who pulls out a stack of cash and counts it right in front you.

Yandere! Mobster who offers you enough for two months of rent. A small fortune to someone from your part of town.

You shake your head, horrified. You can't afford the interest, you tell him.

Yandere! Mobster who scoffs and asks if you really think he's offering a loan when you've known each other for years? It's a gift, to keep your mama out of the cold.

Yandere! Mobster who smiles at the hesitant way you accept the money. You're too proud to ever ask for help and he knows it. Just like when you were kids.

Yandere! Mobster who gets out and opens the car door for you like a gentleman, even if he knows the whole apartment building will talk about it.

Yandere! Mobster who grins that charming, good guy smile even though he has a gun holstered under his jacket and a shovel in the trunk. Who says he'll consider things even if you cook him dinner some time.

Yandere! Mobster who visits your ma while you're at work. Who tells her he's interested in you and wants her blessing. And your ma is all too happy to give it. He's such a good boy, she says, and she knows he's always had a soft spot for you.

Yandere! Mobster who insists on driving you home after work everyday. Even when you blush and complain that he's going out of his way.

Yandere! Mobster who gratefully accepts the gifts you offer him. Fresh baked bread, jars of your mama's famous marinara sauce, homecooked meals... Who eats so much better when you take care of him.

Yandere! Mobster who eventually runs out of luck and straight into trouble. What was supposed to be a routine whiskey delivery turns out to be a sting operation.

Yandere! Mobster who sees his partner get a hole blasted right through him and almost die. Who fires at the cops until his tommy gun is red hot and smoking. Who ends up with so much blood on his hands he ain't sure it will ever wash off.

Yandere! Mobster who finds himself at your door afterwards, his coat drenched by the rain.

Yandere! Mobster who doesn't resist when you pull him inside and strip away his jacket and shirt. There's blood on your hands after you hang up his coat, and you pretend not to notice it.

Yandere! Mobster who can see your curiosity fighting against your sense. In the end, you don't ask him a single question about it.

Yandere! Mobster who sinks gratefully into the bath you draw for him. And who falls asleep the second his head hits your pillow.

Yandere! Mobster who's gone by morning. His bloodstained coat gone with him.

Yandere! Mobster who asks around about you and finds out you've got a whole score of fellas vying for your hand.

Yandere! Mobster who let's it be known that he's interested in you and watches with satisfaction as all your potential suitors drop away.

Except for one. He just spits and says you're a grown woman and can choose your own man.

Yandere! Mobster and his buddies pick the guy up after a late shift. Tie his hands behind his back and gag him before they toss him in the trunk.

Yandere! Mobster who beats the shit out of him. Who breaks his nose with a knuckle duster and his ribs with a crowbar. Who grabs his hair with bloody fingers and hisses that you're off limits.

Yandere! Mobster whose buddies lounge against the warehouse wall and smoke, never bothering to question what a simple dock worker did to deserve such a brutal beating.

Yandere! Mobster who sniffs your hair when you hug him. He's like a dog - always making sure other men haven't left their scent on you.

Yandere! Mobster who let's his hands wander when he takes you out dancing. Who kisses you goodnight and let's his lips brush your neck before he pulls away.

Yandere! Mobster who goes home and jerks off to you, his teeth bared and head bent forward. Who snarls at you to take it, take it like a good girl.

Yandere! Mobster who tells his don about you - how pretty you are, how clever, how discreet. The man leans back in his chair and pulls on his cigar.

She'll never make a liar of you. You should marry her just for that.

Yandere! Mobster who shows up at your door a week later, an engagement ring burning a hole in his pocket.

Be my girl. And I promise I'll take care of you.

You think about the night he came to you covered in blood and not speaking a word. You think about your friend from the docks and the way he dissappeared. You think about the way people look away when you're with him in public.

You say yes, as though you have a choice.

[villascaletta]

kiss it better || scaletta

summary - vito comes home beat up, and his wife kisses it better 𐙚

warnings - talk of blood, referring to death, obviously very cliche plot but it's a classic so...

the clock ticked, it was one in the morning. your sprawled over the couch, book resting on your chest as you've fallen asleep waiting for your husband.

minutes later, vito stumbles into the front door, staggering as he walked in. he removes his coat, his gaze following your sleeping figure on the couch and sighs at the sight that you fell asleep waiting for him.

he kneels down, looking at you fondly. he presses his lips on your forehead, a gentle kiss. you stir awake from the movement, your eyes opening slowly seeing his own blue ones. "vito..?"

"hey, dollface." he spoke gently, his eyes looking into yours. after taking a moment to regain vision, you looked at him properly.

your eyes widened, gasping. his tie was all stained with blood, traveling to his neck. he had smears of it on his cheek, a tear in his shirt with a large gash, and his knuckles were all bloody.

"vito, you're hurt!" you hurriedly stood up, he stood up along me, albeit with more struggle. vito grunts, holding his hand to his guts.

"it's nothing i can't handle, doll." he says smugly, as though he was trying to not make you worry. you rolled your eyes, rummaging through cabinets for a med kit.

"sit down." you said, gently pushing him to the chair with the kit in hand. he grunts softly, obeying and sat back down.

"you bossier than falcone himself." he said, his voice low. he leans back and rests against the back of the chair, exhaustion creeping up to him.

"what happened to you?" you wiped the blood on his cheeks as you spoke, trailing down to his neck. loosening his blood stained tie, you carefully took his white dress-shirt off.

vito's voice was gruff, his eyes slightly closing at the feel of the rag against his face. "things just didn't go... as planned." he spoke vaguely.

you looked at him pointedly before sighing, his vagueness is what keeps you safe from his business, but it doesn't help having to see him like this.

"is this blood all yours?" you spoke, throat heavy. vito shook his head no, readjusting his position on the couch. your eyes scanned over the gash on his bicep, hands slightly grazing it.

vito winced slightly, making you retract your hand. "this is going to hurt, sweetheart..." you spoke timidly, the cloth with antiseptic in it hovering over his gash. he flinched once it made contact, hissing in pain.

"gah, i kill people for a living and i get taken down by some fuckin' antiseptic." vito says lightly, a tone of humor as he looked at you gently. you can't help but smile as you looked up at him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

you looked into his dark blue eyes as you continued mending his wound. "you still find the guts to joke around right now, hm?"

he chuckles, his arm hard from bracing for the disinfectant. only minutes later, the gash was patched up.

you took his pajama shirt out, ushering him to raise his hands and helped him get dressed again. he catches you, hooking his arm around your waist to pull you into his lap. vito kisses you on the temple, making you blush into his touch.

"always taking care of me, doll..." he spoke, his voice low and husky.

"who would, if i didn't?" you retort back, looking at him with a knowing look in your eyes. he chuckles at that, his head lowering.

vito's lips pressed onto your forehead, a sloppy but sweet kiss. "that you're right about... i'm lucky to have you, doll." his words made you smile, eyes looking into his with admiration.

"i love you, vito... you need to be more careful next time! stop testing your luck." you spoke, whining as you slightly smacked his shoulder. he chuckles again, taking it lightly.

he takes his hand into yours, kissing the knuckles of your hand. "i love you, doll. i promise i'll try to be safer." you nodded, listening to his words.

"now, how about we just go to bed eh? wanna sleep with my darling." he said, his arm on your shoulder as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, tickling you. you chuckled, a soft endearing look on your face and nodded.

"alright, sweetheart. let's get some sleep."

[vermutandherring]

Title says it all: 8 Mafia inspired characters for The Sims 4

Before you download: • Everyone is Base game + Custom content (listed within the archive) • I play with HQ mod so specific mods are HQ. • All characters use almost identical mods so be ware of the duplicates if you decide to install few of them. • 'Enhanced Eye' and 'Hand Size' sliders may cause problems like invisible hand or no eye. Can be fixed via restarting game or changing sim in CAS with corresponded slider. • Some hairstyles have a barely noticeable gap with the skull. If it bothers you a lot, try changing hairstyle or the shape of sim' head, making it a little wider.

Download:

• Michael Corleone • Bruno Bucciarati • Tommy Angelo • • Sam Trapani • Vito Scaletta • Henry Tomasino • • Vittorio Puzo • Goro Majima •

Epilogue

I had so much fun with the boys 🌚

CC Credits:

Hair by @johnnysimmer @wistfulpoltergeist @lexel-sims-cc Suits by @marvinsims @darte77 @linzlu KK's creation and others~ Genetics by @okruee @sims3melancholic @lamatisse @pralinesims @goppolsme and others~

Billiards poses by NICKNAME x Guell Smoking poses by @bedisfull x @effiethejay Revolver poses by @sewersims

All screenshots are taken with Metamorphoses ReShade preset by @bimbles-and-simbles

... And other amazing creators 🖤

If there are any problems, please let me know.

[vertyd]

frick my stupid mafia life

[lornasarts]

SAM TRAPANI

“OUR BUSINESS HAS RULES”

[bruceredcloud]

So you said we are lifelong friends.

[rvkiss]

this is the true mafia

[lucagurino]

mafia + text posts part ??? [x]

[salierisregards]

Clothes Make The Man: Paulie Lombardo

Much to my chagrin, I’ve discovered that Mafia DE is maybe one of the best video game remakes of all time. It’s obvious from the designs to the writing to the worldbuilding that someone cared a lot about making something with intent and purpose and quality in mind.

Maybe you disagree, and that’s fine, but I haven’t seen anyone really make the case for DE in a design sense. I’ve seen arguments for gameplay, the graphics, the acting, but not so much the characters. Fortunately, I do this kind of thing for fun. If it falls to me to be the guy that talks about the fashion choices in a game from 5 years ago, so be it. Derek Guy I am not, but I can certainly try. Hello, I’m Ray, and I’m going here to talk at length about something no one cares about!

Fun bonus challenge: Try to guess what my major was by the end of this post.

The first thing I noticed in the jump from Mafia (2002) to Mafia DE was the choice to really shake up the character designs. This makes sense, as Mafia wants to be a cinematic series and the foundation of good cinema is strong characters. Hiring actors is part of that, but so too is the deliberate design of the characters - how they look and what they wear in specific.

Paulie and Sam and Tommy are beloved characters in Mafia Classic, but the fact that the games are so old presents a challenge to the modern designer. Audiences in 2020 need more than a cool badass player character gun guy to carry their interest, and Paulie and Sam as your sidekicks need to charm and engage the player for the game to deliver on its narrative beats.

So how do you take an old, low-fidelity character design and make him memorable? Let’s take a look.

I want to start with Paulie because I think his rework tells us the most about the goals of the designers, and we can use that in the future when we (I, me) talk about the other characters and their design choices.

In Mafia Classic, Paulie is easily described: Grey suit, red tie, no frills. The only reason his suit isn’t black is because that distinction is reserved for Tommy, who’s tie is also red.

This isn’t an indictment or commentary on the original game at all. If you thought keeping the dark-haired, dark-eyed, be-suited cast of guys in a mafia movie was difficult, imagine trying to do it in a video game and all while staying within a certain polygon count. The fact that you can tell - at a glance - the difference between Paulie, Tommy, Sam, Salieri, and Frank and do so while keeping most of them in a similar uniform is a testament to Illusion Softworks’s attention to detail and commitment to making something of a particular caliber. For 2002, Paulie’s is a perfectly functional design, no notes.

Mafia DE, having the flexibility afforded them by time and a budget, makes the (frankly, inspired) choice to change the characters’ wardrobes over the course of the story. Paulie actually gets the fewest amount of wardrobe changes of the main three with only two suits (three, I guess, if you count the one he wears to the funeral), a coat, a hat, and the single appearance of the shirt/suspenders combo we see him in at the end of the story and nowhere else.

For those curious, the funeral fit is just a recolored version of the grey suit, double left-side pockets and all.

This lack of outfits compared to Sam (four suits) and Tommy (I haven’t finished counting, but it’s more than four) is interesting in light of the fact that DE also expanded his character to make Paulie something of a clotheshorse. He’s only got a few suits, but he’s very proud of the ones he does have. As indicated by his dialogue, he hates getting his clothes wet, schemes about stealing classy suits as a way of making money, and at the very least has a passing interest in maintaining his hair. Our boy’s got a bit of a vain streak.

Note Tommy's quick pursed lips expression here. Here's a guy who's used to dealing with this shit.

The brilliant part (and this will become a running theme) is that the character design is doing as much work here as the dialogue.

Taking cues from the Classic design, the outfit we first see DE Paulie in is a grey suit and a red tie. However! The increase in graphical fidelity gives the designers here an opportunity to expand on the details.

As a quirk of what I believe to be the lighting engine, Classic Paulie’s suit often appeared not just grey, but cool grey, almost violet. The DE designers really leaned into that, giving the first suit we see him in a more purple tone, brought out even more by the (now darker) red tie. The second suit he starts wearing after A Trip to the Country leans into this even more heavily, purple windowpane check with a rich purple tie and matching pocket square.

Thank you Nikita Nanako on Artstation for uploading this to his portfolio. Makes my life easier.

Even without knowing the historical significance of purple in fashion, this marks Paulie immediately to the player’s eyes, and certainly in the eyes of the other characters. Purple is a flashy color, historically expensive to manufacture, associated with royalty. By the time Paulie’s wearing it in 1930-whatever, it was an artificial dye and much less expensive to make, but that doesn’t stop it from being a statement. Purple is a color you wear when you want someone to notice what you’re wearing. And as we’ve established already, Paulie very much wants people to notice. There’s also like, literary implications to the color choices here, but I think that’s another post.

The lapels on the DE suits, too, say a lot about the kind of guy Paulie is. Both suits have peaked lapels as opposed to the notched lapels of the Classic design, and indeed, everyone else in DE. Peaked lapels - like the color purple - are a deliberate choice, one that draws attention to itself. They’re sharp-looking, or as Paulie says, “real classy”.

More importantly for our purposes as students of design though, they’re not always appropriate for every situation. A peaked lapel is usually reserved for a highly formal look. To our modern eyes, we see a peaked lapel and think ‘high-powered courtroom drama’, or ‘classy social event’. It’s not exactly out of style, but it’s a bold choice to wear to, say, an illicit moonshine deal at an old abandoned farm. Paulie does not care about the context. Unless the situation demands discretion, this is a guy who is pulling up in his Sunday best no matter what.

And the hat. Oh, we can’t move on without talking about the hat.

Note the windowpane check suit has a hat with a shinier band too!

Paulie is the only character in the game to sport the homburg, again setting him apart from the more classic fedoras the Sam and Tommy usually wear. The homburg is a favorite of online menswear aficionados, but despite years of tireless blogging, this particular hat has yet to come back into fashion the way the fedora has. As a result, to the modern eye, the homburg looks very old-fashioned. It has a tall, broad profile that… Hey, see if you notice a running theme here: draws attention to itself.

Importantly, the homburg (in the American cultural consciousness anyway) is very much a bad guy hat. There’s a few contributing factors to this, but it comes primarily from our genre fiction and the images of the mobsters of the ‘30s and ‘40s. In gangster flicks, the good guy detective wears a fedora. The big, bad, cigar-chomping gangster wears a homburg. If you’re British, you might be able to get away with wearing one as a stuffy upper-crust sort, but if you’re American you are immediately ranked amongst the likes of Michael Corleone and Lucky Luciano.

The urge to add a picture of Diamonds Droog here was a little too strong.

There’s more I could touch on. His ostentatious little peacock pocket square alone has bewitched me.

But really, I want to get to the crux of the thing, which is that like… Despite everything about him saying he pays attention to these things, none of these aesthetic choices he’s making are actually working for him.

The peaked lapels, the big, fat hat, the garish colors. They might command a hefty price tag, but they don’t actually *look good*. This is a guy who has learned what good taste looks like in theory, but has not made himself master of it. The clothes are wearing the man.

Would you trust this man with your money? Your car? Dating advice?

It makes sense when you think about what his background would have been. What does a poor son of immigrants know about expensive suits? Only what he can pick up by observation! He wasn’t raised in a high-society environment, he wouldn’t know the difference between a suit you wear to a warehouse shootout and a suit you wear to a wedding just as he wouldn’t know the difference between a fish fork and a salad fork. To a guy like Paulie, the details don’t matter. He just knows the suits are expensive, and that a younger Paulie would never have been able to afford them.

Many real-life gangsters had this problem as well. Al Capone went from being a poor bootlegger to an extremely rich and powerful gangster, and all the money in the world couldn’t buy him good taste either.

He's swimming in those lapels! And hey, that tie looks familiar...

There were other gangsters who had this problem too, but some were smart enough to look to their peers for cues about what to wear and how to wear it. (We’ll talk more about that when I get around to Sam.)

The fact that Paulie doesn’t do this, however, tells us everything we need to know about the guy just by looking at him. He’s stubborn, stuck in his ways, unable to tell the difference between expensive and tasteful, and wouldn’t know subtlety if it clocked him in the jaw. All from the design decisions the art team made, and without adding a word of dialogue. This is brilliant stuff. I’m in love with him, obviously.

That's all for now! Thanks for reading.

[gms-artwall]

Paulie and Amelia ❤️(plus ref)

(don't look at the nails)

[cambuznabrigantine]

𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝,

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬..

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 🔷🔹🔷

[bearyyayay]

Yippe

No mirror cracks ↓

[gerrr0x]

[emkaas]

OMG ITS PAULIESITO!!

[lostheaventales]

Water Baby

Description: Sam and Paulie welcomes their new baby in a much more peaceful manner.

Relationship: Paulie Lombardo x Sam Trapani

⚠️WARNING⚠️: MPREG, DETAILED BIRTH, MALE LACTATION/BREASTFEEDING

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Paulie hugged Sam, hands wrapped tight around his neck, as another painful contraction coursed through his abdomen, back, and groin. He’d been in labor for several hours, starting that morning during breakfast. They had agreed to do a home birth, believing it would be a lot more peaceful and calming than going to the hospital. Paulie was regretting listening to Sam that night. He wanted to be drugged out of his mind. At least, he wouldn’t be able to feel like his body was tearing itself apart from the inside out. His whole body ached. As his labor progressed, the contractions became closer and he never got a break.

The only thing keeping him sane was Sam. Even though he was half of the reason why he was in this position, Sam being there made it easier to focus.

“Fuck, this shit hurts! Ah!” Paulie groaned, gritting his teeth.

“I know, I know. But look at it this way, sweetcheeks, we’re finally going to have our baby.” Sam comforted.

Paulie panted, looking up at Sam. “I never thought there would be a moment in my life…where I would hate you…but that… moment has come.”

“What did I say wrong?” Sam asked, offended.

“You talked me into not going to the hospital. I wouldn’t be going through this pain if I’d got an epidural.”

Sam felt a burst of guilt struck him. He was so excited about the baby that he’d forgotten about the fact that it was Paulie’s decision. Paulie was looking for comfort and relief while Sam wanted the luxury of having the baby in their own home. He was being selfish.

“Let’s try and see if a bath would ease the pain some,” Sam suggested, kissing Paulie’s cheek.

He guided him to the bathroom. Sam turned on the faucet, mixing cold and hot water into the tub. Paulie plopped down on top of the closed toilet lid. His soft breathing had turned into hums.

“What’s with the humming?” Sam held his hand under the running water in order to avoid it getting too hot.

His eyes were closed shut. “The pain…worse.”

Sam turned off the faucet once the tub was almost filled to the top. He removed his and Paulie’s clothing. They carefully lowered themselves into the bathtub. Paulie was lying in between Sam’s legs, his head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you feel better?” Sam asked, placing his hands on Paulie’s bump.

He nodded. “Much.”

Paulie eventually fell asleep. Sam sat there, rubbing his belly, enjoying the movement of their child. His skin became distorted as the baby kicked and squirmed inside his womb, looking like it was going to burst right through his belly button. Sam planted many kisses on Paulie’s neck while he slept.

This was the most peaceful this day had been. Him and his husband in the bath, awaiting for their child to make a sign that they’re coming.

Sam was almost asleep himself when he felt Paulie’s body jump. An instant scream came from him.

“W-What’s happening?” Sam questioned.

Paulie pulled up his legs. “Need…to…push.”

“Can you get up?”

“No, Sammy. I can’t…move at all.”

Sam helped hold Paulie’s legs up. This baby wasn’t going to wait anymore.

“Push, Paulie. Give it all you got,” Sam instructed.

Paulie screamed as he pushed, back arching. Sam searched in between his legs with his hand. He felt some hair that wasn’t Paulie’s emerging from him. The head was crowning.

Paulie screamed again. Tears streamed down his face.

“It fucking burns. Why the fuck is it burning?” Paulie yelled.

“The head is coming out, that’s why. Don’t push. Breathe until the head fully comes out.”

Paulie breathed in and out in a steady beat. Sam kept his hand hovered over his groin. The baby’s head gradually began to move down. Paulie squeezed onto the towel bar that hung on the wall, breath becoming ragged. Then, the head fell into Sam’s hand.

“Head’s out. There you go.” Sam kissed him again. “You’re doing amazing, sweets.”

“Can I push now?” Paulie winced.

Sam gave him the green light. Paulie took some deep breaths before screaming at the top of his lungs. The baby slipped out more. Sam could feel a shoulder poking out. Paulie pushed again, releasing the other one.

“One more push, sweets. We have one more push then we can meet our baby.” Sam patted Paulie’s stomach. “Come on. Let’s bring our baby into this world.”

Paulie beared down. There was a massive relief. The baby was out. Paulie pulled the baby out of the water and on to his chest. There was a moment of fear as the baby wasn’t crying. Paulie pinched the newborn’s butt a few times, causing a loud shriek to echo through the room.

Paulie looked down at the baby to check the gender. “We have a little girl, Sammy. A perfect daughter.”

Sam brushed their daughter’s thin, black hair. “I-I always wanted a daughter. Do you have a name for her?”

“Evelina. My mother’s middle name. You can have the honor of choosing her middle name.” Paulie made a little laugh as she latched on to him.

“Mirabelle. Evelina Mirabelle Trapani.”

“Beautiful,” Paulie commented.

They stared at their daughter, who was now in the middle of having her first meal. She began to open her eyes for the first time. They were blue. Blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. She was a copy of Sam.

After the cord was cut and the afterbirth was expelled and disposed of, Sam helped them dry off and get dressed. The couple stood over the bassinet that was set up next to Paulie’s side of the bed, staring down at the infant as she slept.

“You did absolutely amazing, Paulie,” Sam complimented, stroking Paulie’s cheek.

“You did, too, Sam. I can’t believe that we’re fathers now.” Paulie leaned onto Sam, unable to look away from the baby.

[lornasarts]

CHRISTMAS AT SALIERIS

MAFIA DEFINITIVE EDITION