#olive oil mafia

[sassy-sofia]

Olio di Sangue

Pairings: Damiano/Ethan, Thomas/Vic, past Damiano /Thomas

Description: Damiano has inherited Rome’s illicit counterfeit olive oil empire but things go awry when he faces significant threats from rival factions: a ruthless neighboring Mafia group and Inspector Luca Moretti, a relentless Sicilian cop determined to dismantle his operation. As tensions escalate, undercover operative Ethan, tasked with infiltrating Damiano’s crew, finds himself torn between duty and a growing affection for Damiano. Amidst these rivalries and internal betrayals, Damiano must navigate dangerous alliances and fierce power struggles to safeguard his empire.

Word count: 8,779 (incomplete)

Chapters: 3/?

TW: mafia au, violence, organized crime, arson, child endangerment

Additional tags on AO3

[radioisntdead]

Hi again so I was wondering if you could do a angel dust x fem listener where we comfort angel dust and he talks about when he was a alive and the

Struggle he went though and he probably mentions his sister Molly

Good evenin' my dear! My apologies for this taking forever to get too! I did tweak it a little bit, Angel and reader just kinda talk about their siblings and being alive here, not really comforting each other but talking?

Late night talk

Angel dust & F! Reader

Warning: drugs, both reader and Angel are intoxicated, and canon divergent because I don't think we know much about Angel's being alive, ending is kinda abrupt.

It was some unspeakable late night hour and the two of you were in some rundown motel room, far away from Valentino, surrounded by all types of drugs, alcohol, a first aid kit and empty food wrappers.

The two of you were quiet, Angel was dangling off the bed while you were laying sprawled on the cold floor, staring blankly into the ceiling that felt like it could collapse at any given moment.

"Ya' know, I'm a twin," Angel dust said breaking the quiet, his eyes focused on the yellowing ceiling.

"Twin?" You glanced over.

"Yeah, I had a' sister, her name was Molly."

"Oh neat."

Silence filled the air again as a few minutes passed before he spoke up again,

"Ya' know I don't think I stood a' fuckin' chance when I was alive,"

You glanced up at him, only seeing the white fluff of his head, "Weren't you born in like, the big scary spaghetti mafia?"

"Ya' mean the Italian Mafia, the spaghetti mafia sounds like we were doing pasta crimes."

"Well you were doing crimes with olive oil,"

"Okay that was not me, I do not fuck with the olive oil!"

You broke into a laugh, "You haven't yet! No idea what grape man might try next." You heard him gag.

More silence passed before he popped up, "But seriously, I never stood a' chance, ya know my brother and I started bein' taught about the family business when we were like, twelve?"

"Yeah that's pretty fucked, I remember being twelve and playing video games not being taught how to commit crimes,"

"Right? gave me my very first gun for my birthday" Angel turned over on his stomach looking over at you, He was right honestly didn't stand chance, he never did.

Born in a mobster family as the second son, with a horrific father and a mother who could do nothing but watch as her sons were raised to live a life of crime, she wasn't the greatest person either though.

His sister on the other hand, was lucky, kept away from the whole crime business due to being born a daughter as opposed to a son.

"Who the fuck gives a twelve year old a gun?!" "My Pa did, twice."

You simply blinked, you were no saint, clearly, but you wouldn't give a kid a gun and just go, 'here kill people!'

"Ya' know the first time my brotha and I had to dispose of a body together we accidentally dropped it? The bag it was in ripped open and I just saw this guy with no face, torn clean off, It was jarrin' at the time,"

You grimaced, "Ouch, imagine getting your face torn off, he was probably alive during that too, eugh."

"Mhm, painful process I can tell you that much."

You got up from your rather comfortable position on the floor to grab a water bottle you had tossed aside on the table in favor of liquor instead earlier.

"Pass me the bottle o' whiskey' will ya?" He asked, you lazily grabbed it and tossed the bottle over to him, one of his four arms catching it.

"You know I had a sister too," you said as you popped the cap off of the water chugging it.

"Huh, Ya' always kinda stuck me as an only child"

"Yeah, well I practically was, she was prepping for college by the time I popped out," you wiped the residue of water off your mouth with your sleeve before setting the half empty water bottle back on the table and going back to lay on the floor, still slightly warm from where you were laying.

"I used to look up to her when I was younger, she was the cool big sister who stopped by every holiday or break, the one that said I could 'Tell anything too' and she'd be there for me," you let out a rather dry laugh, "honestly a load of bullshit."

"Damn," He took a swig of his drink, drinking the rest of the liquid before tossing the now empty bottle aside, you could hear the bottle crack on the ground.

"You know what's kinda funny? My sister was the only one in my family to get past the pearly gates."

"Huh, mine ended up down here, girl didn't last a week before extermination day," you went quiet for a few seconds, "What the fuck even is this conversation?"

"No clue, I was talkin' about how my sister went to heaven and you're over here talkin' about how yours is double dead."

"One twin going to hell and the other heaven is some book tragic book trope nonsense,"

"That nonsense is what happened,'' he said pointing a shaming finger at you, Sometimes he wondered how Molly would react to how he was now, she would be disappointed or maybe she'd pity him.

Maybe both.

After all he overdosed, ended up in hell and sold his soul to a purple psychopathic freak, and well look at him now! Laid on a cheap motel bed, under the influence, sharing stories about his sister and parts of his life on earth to someone called a friend.

Sometimes he wondered that maybe if he was born into a different family, in a different time things would've been different, maybe he would've ended up in heaven.

His sister was the only family member he could stand.

They drifted apart when they grew older, as he began to indulge in drugs, from cocaine to PCP to whatever he could get his hands on.

His sister tried to get him to quit, and to be fair he did try, a few times only to end up back snorting white power up his nose, and well, he ended up overdosing.

"I remember once our parents went out for the night, Molly took out a bunch of her dresses and had me pick one, then she did my makeup n' everythin' and we were just talkin' as she did it, just causal no judgement, nothin' just us bondin' I guess, I miss that.''

"Honesty I'm jealous, the best I got from my sister was her saying she was a safe space, that I could go to her about everything and then turning around and throwing it in my face," you took a moment to sit up, "Thank fuck I didn't tell her much, I can't remember exactly what she said but it just gave me this like, sickening feeling that just said 'You wouldn't be safe around this person if you told them what you are."

"I know that feelin' fuckin' hate it."

"Yeah."

"I'm hungry, I want whatever hell's equivalent to McDonald's is,"

"What the fuck is a McDonald's?"

"How the fuck do you not know what a McDonald's is?!"

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed this, I edited this fic and decided to get it out today as opposed to Wednesday or Thursday, because my somewhat estranged brother is supposed to make an appearance tomorrow and I am positively nervous so this was fitting! I tried a little different way of editing dunno if it's noticable but I think I'm gonna stick with it! Also why did I think to write so much dialogue??

Anyways as always thank you for tunin' on in and I do hope you all have a wonderful night!

[konigstigerr]

mafia boss that has no problems with most crimes but his limit is olive oil adulteration.

[mermaidsirennikita]

tagged by @loisfreakinglane thank you lovey

3 ships: right NOW? jack/belle (The Artful Dodger, they are BABY), Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask (I've been on a Sailor Moon Crystal rewatch kick), Louis/Lestat (I've also been on an Interview rewatch kick, one of the few ships toxic enough for me to feel guilty about but God Jacob and Sam are SO! GOOD!)

first ever ship: I was always enamored with romance subplots, but I feel like the first thing I saw in a "shipping" way was like... Kim and Ron from Kim Possible...?

last song: feather by sabrina carpenter

last movie: currently playing the 1990s little women, which, controversial but brave, is not as good as the 2019 version

currently reading: the duchess in his bed by lorraine heath (with my eyeballs) (and I'm gonna add mafia virgin by mila finelli to the mix as soon as it drops) and a secret love by stephanie laurens (with my ears)

currently watching: see: little women, but the most recent SHOW I wrapped was The Artful Dodger, HIGHLY recommend

currently consuming: uhhh cough syrup because though I'm COVID negative now I still have kind of a nasty cough?

currently craving: this sick simple dinner I make where I cook like an italian seasoned chicken breast in a pan and then add in cherry tomatoes with olive oil and garlic and cook until they burst, then add some honey-infused goat cheese

nine ppl to tag: @saint-cecilias @bluetiefling @tchallaas @hptriviachamp @starry-sky-stuff @jeanvanjer @viscountessevie @maxfieldparrishes @thewritersramblings

[capngoosey]

My furby has been done for a little while now, so here he is! His full name is Olive Oil Mafia Moon Pie, but I call him Moon Pie for short.

He has custom eyes and eyelashes, here’s some photos from his WIP stages

It was a long process to totally fix him up, but things sped up once I got the new eye chips for him. He’s a very beautiful boy now and I love him.

Additional photos:

[macmanx]

Olive oil has been adored by people for millennia. It’s like the perfect food, it’s healthy and delicious. But there is also a darker side to it, a side that involves widespread corruption and Italian Mafia bosses.

[skzfairyy]

District 9: Chapter 10

Mafia!AU || skz x OC’s || PG-17 ||

Pairings: Bangchan x oc, Minsung x oc, other pairings to come!

Genre: Angst, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Humor, AU (& so much more lol)

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, weapons, language

Status: Ongoing

Wc: 1.8k words

AN: OKAY, so this chapter is way overdue... like severely lmao. Long story short, I had 3 allergic reactions back to back which took me out for a minute. I’m so sorry guys! (no more random teas for me lol) anyways, here is chapter 10, hope you enjoy! - Y2

The sun sets as they move silently together. By now the academy knows that the girls have defected. Something that was inevitable, they just didn’t know how soon it would be. They’ve made good timing and should make it to China around noon tomorrow. As long as they make it through the night, they should arrive at the coast without a problem. As they move through the trees, using only the light of the moon to guide them, Yura pauses.

She holds her breath, eyes shifting around instantly, all of her senses are on high alert as she scans the dark area in front of them. Rina’s eyes move towards her partner’s, their bodies move together like a well oiled machine, both of them working and training together for years means they can read each other’s body language swiftly without saying a single word. 

The girls jump up together, clutching onto a branch of neighboring trees and swinging their bodies upwards. Both make the climb up as quietly as possible while keeping an eye out for the threat below them. Rina removes her favorite suppressed Beretta from a hidden pocket in her bag while Yura’s hand is clutching one of her daggers as they make their way up through the branches. Even with the slight breeze in the air, they’ve managed to hide themselves completely when they finally see movement. Two figures creep through the trees underneath them, dressed in all black bodysuits they each hold their own guns. Their footsteps are deliberate and light when Rina glances at the weapons in their hands, noticing a familiar gold emblem on the side of the pistol. 

Academy issued. 

Mentally the Choi girl releases a sigh of relief, she’d expected the academy to send more agents, especially since they were supposed to be the face of the school. This was a fight she knew they could get out of in a matter of minutes, 30 minutes tops if she had to count. 

Yura’s eyes trace over the figures of the two bodies below. One’s hair is a short black bob at the neck and the other’s is secured in a high ponytail down her back. Covering their faces are the Academy’s uniform masks, watching the way they glided along the forest floor, she knew exactly who stood below them. After the realization, her eyes move to lock in with her sisters. 

Yura silently catches her sister’s attention and tilts her head in the direction of the pair tracking them below. Following Yura’s direction, Rina’s eyes fall to where they stand beneath them. Realizing who it is in an instant, she confirms with a nod of her head before moving her focus back to the ground.

With this new information, the gears in her head began to shift. Rina knew now it was about a 70/30 chance that they would get out of the woods alive. The twins might be the top two in the school, but the two trailing them now were numbers 3 and 4. Because of their close ranks, the girls have spent a lot of time together. They experienced amazing victories and harsh punishments together in their time at the Academy, forming a close bond through the years. With the school knowing this information, Rina knew this was  Headmaster Chaerin’s way of extending an olive branch before they decided to bring out more lethal methods. Her mind races with different ways to approach this without causing harm to her colleagues, her friends, and though she’d like this to proceed without any bloodshed, she cannot guarantee that outcome confidently.

Knowing not to move without Rina’s signal, Yura watches her sister's face through the leaves. Another familiar look etched on her face with the slightest raise of her brow. Looking, seeing, analyzing. Completely aware of her surroundings, every tree, every bush, her partner across from her, and the blade in her hand with the intention to drive it into any (and every) threat; aware of both girls approaching below them on foot, their training, their orders, every move they make, and every breath they take.

This is Athena.

Yura smirks to herself, always in awe at how fast her sister can come up with a flawless strategy at a moment's notice.  

After her glazed eyes retained focus, she looks over and sees Yura already waiting for instruction. She points to the ground, indicating for Yura to go down first, and with a quick twist of her wrist signaling the direction for their course of attack, Yura nods her head with a slight smile, immediately understanding the plan.

Jihyo and Ryujin stop underneath them before talking to each other quietly, the short-haired girl crouches down, examining the spot where Rina stood just a few minutes ago, probably trying to figure out where their tracks stopped. The twins did their best to be careful, but they knew it was only a matter of time before the Academy caught up. The school not only trained the best assassins in Korea, but they ranked number one across the globe. The agents below them were trained to be just as skillful and dangerous as they are, Not to mention Jihyo herself was ranked the Academy’s most skilled tracker for the last three years.

 Yura leaps from the tree, though it's a bit far off the ground she lands silently behind them. All it takes is two quick steps and she has Jihyo pinned with her knife at the girl's throat. Ryujin turns quickly at the sound of her partner struggling, making eye contact with her old classmate, seeing the cold glint in Yura’s eyes, Ryujin knew she was dealing with Ares.

     “Surprised you were able to catch up to us this fast.” Yura says calmly.

Jihyo’s hand struggles to remove Yura’s from her throat, but ceases immediately when she feels the blade pressing further against her skin. All the shared memories of jokes and compassion for one another are gone from the eyes of 2ne1’s notorious silent killer. Although Ryujin’s gun is aimed at her she pays it no mind. Already knowing that her sister is in the trees above, alert and ready with a clear shot aimed at the girl's head.

 And Athena never misses a shot.

The moonlight glints against the tennis bracelet on Yura’s wrist, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jihyo.

     “Was all it took for you to defect, some cheap bribes?” Her voice is tight through her mask.

Yura’s emotionless face is silent. Her contradicting emotions battle inside her head as her eyes never leave Ryujin’s face across from her. 

     “They sent you. Why?” Her words come out more as a statement as she proceeds with Rina’s plan. 

     “You can’t defect!” Jihyo struggles to say. 

     “What are you, my mother?” Yura scoffs.

     “The academy needs you and you know it!” She continues. 

Yura’s irritated eyes travel to the choking girl in her arms. 

     “What the academy needs is their killing machines, and I’m no longer a part of it. Sending you two to retrieve us was a low blow even for them.” 

     “We volunteered.” Ryunjin removes her mask and makes a step towards the girl she once called a friend, her gun in hand slowly moving downwards.

      “What?” Yura’s eyes snap up to Ryujin’s.

Rina, who was slowly shifting down branch by branch, paused at the girl’s words. She watched Ryujin’s gun lower, but didn’t fail to notice as her other hand grazed her side, retrieving the blade attached to her thigh. The four may be close, but at the end of the day their partner’s lives will always come first. Rina knew this better than anyone, especially with Ares present. Despite Yura doing her best to hold herself back for the sake of her friends, the eldest Choi knew she had to act quickly.

Jihyo takes Yura’s shock tone as an opening and attempts to flip her attacker, but instead is greeted with a tighter grip, causing a bit of blood to run down her neck. Ryujin hears the slight struggle and throws the blade in her hand. 

A bullet is fired out from behind Ryujin at the same time, knocking the blade to the ground before it could land its intended target.

     “Shouldn’t have done that Ry.” 

A voice from behind her says quietly, Rina finally makes her appearance from the tree’s shadows, walking up silently and placing the barrel of her own gun flush to the back of the girl's head.

     “And you know I never miss my target.” Rina whispers against her ear.

After the initial scare, Ryujin holds her hands up in defeat. Allowing Yura to finally release her captive. Jihyo coughs while clutching her wounded neck while moving to stand next to Ryujin, finally removing her own face mask.

Rina removes her own weapon from Ryujin and stands with Yura. The four girls stand across from each other for a moment fully taking in their situation. The twins have known the girls in front of them long enough to know how emotional they could get in sticky situations like this one. Despite the injury, Jihyo’s tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her friends.

     “You’re leaving us!” Jihyo cracks out into the silence. 

Ryujin continues although her voice holds a slight tremble as she speaks.

     “We volunteered to retrieve you ourselves, leaving our earpieces somewhere in the stream we stumbled upon a while ago.” She starts, “You’re our seniors, our closest friends- you can’t leave us in that hell alone. We signed the oath together…and y-... and you didn’t even say goodbye. ” She finishes with her own tears beginning to creep in her eyes. 

The twins’ gaze drifts to each other briefly, Yura does nothing but shrug, crossing her arms in silence.

     “You don’t even care.” Jihyo is quick to assess Yura’s stance, a scoff coming out of her mouth at the sight.

     “Of course, we care, Jihyo.” Rina is quick to rebuttal.

     “We’re just not going back.” Yura says matter of factly. 

Her eyes glanced over them, but her face held no emotion. 

     “We’ve done terrible things, things that have to be righted.” 

Rina nods her head in agreement.

     “But that doesn’t mean we can’t come back for you.”

The girls in front of them are confused.

     “We can’t tell you when because honestly, we don’t know ourselves. What we do know is that if you cover for us, we'll come back for you.” Yura states, her pinky held out in front of them. 

An old gesture that has followed the four classmates from childhood. Ryujin is quick to take it, locking her finger tightly as they press their thumbs together. Jihyo and Rina stand the same. This was another difficult goodbye for the Choi girls, they all had shared a million memories together, both new experiences and hellish nightmares from the Academy that will live with them for the rest of their lives. In the end, Ryujin and Jihyo understood what their friends were doing, something they too thought about on occasion, but never had the strength to act on it themselves. With this promise, they’ll finally be able to.

     “We’ll buy you time.” Jihyo states, “You must hurry. Go!” 

The twins nod, looking their two friends over one last time before taking off further into the woods towards the coast. 

taglist: @toalltheunknown, @skzloveforever, @ryak14

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[alchemisland]

Sicilian

My drug jockeys hockey player violent When they can’t buy my devil’s doc leaf, Or a little sprinkle of Bold powder to spread out across their keys, Promises to remove creases, streaks and stains from your satins. Sicily, she hails from there originally, Probably has a mafia incident in the family history, And a hidden clod plot with crops of soon-potted olive oil. Should have known: nails…

[lunarsilkscreen]

Drug Use (and coffee and cigarettes)

Currently; the cigarettes in the US seem like they are much harsher and more deadly than they should be.

This has some correlation to our restrictions on the types of product we legally provide our citizens.

Can we lighten some of these meaningless restrictions? They would help provider safer options, as Cigarettes are as beloved as coffee and typically safer than Fentanyl... Which is much cheaper.

We may also need to address the tax burden we place on these products.

That being said; big tobacco has a large influence, and does need to consider my previous suggestion on breaking up their own monopoly.

Harder Drugs, and the production of some of the harder drugs... I think should reclassified as a Industrial effort.

Which would help better prosecute Drug Makers who work in our residential areas. Without relying too heavily on drug raids.

I'm not sure what to do on the legality of such drugs, as there's likely a long road ahead for businesses to even develop a viable product that won't kill our citizens.

And this would take a lot of attention from the FDA and Department of Health. In order to allow a type of product used for medicinal purposes, that is also actually useful, and not just there for its impact on cognitive effects.

The ATF may even have to be used for alternate purposes.

However; there's still a large concern from our citizens about the legality and availability of such drugs; which means this would likely need a vote given on a state by state basis, and to avoid the necessity for federal drug raids which serves to harm our citizens more than it helps.

With all the false reports and false positives there's growing concern in our citizens that they are simply being used by the government to control the population.

We also still need to keep an eye on Mafia and gang ties that perform unsavoury business practices in the shadows.

Which is often funded by drug sales, and they will *not* be happy if we eat their profits.

There's also the concern of Olive Oil fraud which also serves to fuel gang related ties in a hilarious fashion.

Well, even to them I ask; what do you think is better for the children? What can we do about this without... You know; becoming a burden on the Civillian population?

[anexperimentallife]

I would like to point out, though, that spive being a food additive would nit have been too far-fetched, considering in in the real world, a famous US crime organization very much DID make huge bank on a food additive--namely, adulterating/faking it. Look up Mafia olive oil.

I know the Star Wars extended universe treats “spice” like it’s this big scary drug, but I kind of like to imagine that it’s basically just space weed, and the only reason Han got in trouble with the Imperials over Jabba’s cargo is that he was evading import tariffs.

[forcesmajor]

𝗘𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰†𝗶𝘀

Here, I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

Name: Emilio DeSanctis

Age: 35

P.O.B: Italy, September 26 1989

Connections: Lytton Silvestri (enemy)

Kinship: 1 daughter

Occupation: Crime Boss and Underground Entrepreneur

Allignment: Chaotic evil – a character that does whatever their greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive them to do, and combines self-interest with pure freedom. Self-centered, straightforward individual who does not value order and does not believe that abiding by rules, customs, or codes will make them any better or more honorable.

Personality

A chaotic cruel man who is not only unflinching in the face of atrocity but also who expresses his fondness through them. Emilio misunderstands love and devotion with violence and ugliness, thinking that whatever he is willing to do, however hideous an act it may be, is made pure if done for the right reason. He's brash, abhorrent, delusional, and obstinate – completely dismissive of those who resent him, entirely arrogant to the idea that there are people who want him dead. His anger and deep-rooted resentment make him inherently cynical toward all other people, whom he wishes to use and abuse before they can do so to him. He’s always on the offencive, a keen predator. He's childlike in some ways, namely in his pettiness and his unbridled anger. He’s a stoic, slippery personality, ambitious and unrelenting. Utterly untrustworthy; he'll lie just for the sake of doing so. Loves the feeling of control and power. Attracted to beautiful and rare things. Very materialistic. He kind of lives in his own world.

History

Emilio was dropped at the stoop of an orphanage as an infant and raised there until he was old enough to fend for himself. He had no parental guidance whatsoever, and the nuns and priests who oversaw his youth were overbearing, abusive disciplinaries who taught him not to avoid doing wrong but to avoid getting caught.

As a kind of veteran orphan, he had some degree of control over his fellow inhabitants, especially the older he got. He liked to assert control over the younger children and the more vulnerable ones. He'd haze them, organise fights between them that he and others could bet on, and make them reliant on him as the authority and the one who could grant them validation in their living situation.

As an offset of his control and the desire to be liked by him, he was gifted a lot of the trinkets and sparse belongings of the other orphans. By the time he achieved independence, he had amassed a sizable collection, which included rare, exquisite, and possibly valuable items. He started off as a simple street merchant, trading his goods and keeping to the cluttered city streets for the most part. Till he met /the sons/ that recruited him into the Sancte Yard.

Slowly, he started obtaining a certain type of object. It started innocuously enough: rare Sicilian olive oils infused with dangerous herbs, vintage contraband wines from shuttered Italian vineyards, a gun reputed to have once belonged to a notorious crime lord. His stories of elusive mafia families, which were frequently exaggerated, captured people's attention, and his tantalizing evidence piqued their interest.

He was still a young man when he stumbled into the world of high-end trafficking. Which was to say, keeping women of all backgrounds under his control, marketing their allure, and exploiting them for those with deep pockets and darker tastes.

He was cutthroat enough for this business, discovering not only a special talent but a twisted passion for controlling these living beings and basking in the glory they brought him. His name became known among noblemen, and eventually, even royalty across Europe sought him out to curate his grotesque exhibitions—private showings of exotic captives, each display more disturbing and opulent than the last.

He also had shadier, less dignified dealings to fund his lavish lifestyle. He orchestrated underground fights with 'the sons', forcing captives—men he had coerced or ensnared—into brutal matches for high-paying spectators. Once, one of his prized fighters managed to escape—or perhaps was freed by a daring hand—and later became known as one of the few to survive and defy him.

He found himself rising through the ranks of the Sons, instrumental in countering Interpol’s increasing interest in their operations. With European laws tightening around syndicates like theirs, Emilio orchestrated calculated strikes and strategic misinformation to dismantle Interpol's cases piece by piece, ensuring their reach fell short. Soon, any trails leading to the Sons were erased, and the authorities were left chasing shadows.

He earned his way into being a trusted member, and was something of a unique case. Most of the Sons were shrouded in some level of anonymity at the time, but Emilio maintained his public presence and now had more space to hunt for even rarer crimes to showcase.

Despite being a vicious mafia boss, he provided funds to build chapels and sanctuaries in the sleepy, forgotten villages of Greece and Italy because he thought that these acts of devotion would somehow atone for his sins. Persuaded that his role as protector necessitated both brutal action and spiritual atonement, he would frequently visit these chapels by himself at dawn, kneeling in prayer and asking for forgiveness and clarity. Faith served as Emilio's haven from his own sin and a reminder that, despite sin, there was still a way to be saved, one he hoped he could still follow.

Sancte Yard: a clandestine empire known only to a select few. Sancte Yard's operations were diverse and meticulously planned. In order to attract the attention of the wealthy elite, they held underground fights and illegal auctions with rare and exotic goods. /The Sons/ managed the information flow, making sure that any threat—especially from organizations like Interpol—was eliminated before it could gather steam. Their strategies, which kept authorities in the dark while they prospered in the shadows, ranged from bribery and intimidation to outright sabotage.

Under Emilio's leadership, Sancte Yard evolved from a business to a sanctuary where social norms were disregarded and a symbol of defiance against the law. It had an international reach and influenced a number of illegal activities that maintained the financial stability of the Sons and their operations. Because of its enigmatic nature, Sancte Yard drew both nobles and outlaws who were eager to partake in its prohibited offerings.

The sons: a brotherhood of devoted operatives who carried out his orders with unwavering dedication. Each member was picked with care based on their skills and ruthlessness, creating a cohesive group capable of navigating the complex web of alliances and rivalries that characterized the criminal underworld.

Credits:

- Hector Juan Carlos 'Johnny' Tapia from "Bad Boys"

- Hernan Reyes from "Fast Five"

- Arturo Braga from "Fast Four"

- Myself haha

[writesaboutdragons]

365 Promises of God

Day 298 – Vengeance is Mine. I Will Repay

Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but [rather] give place to wrath; for it is written, "Vengeance [is] Mine, I will repay," says the Lord. (Rom 12:19 NKJV)

Read: Romans 12

In the movie, The Godfather II, Antonio Andolini refuses to pay tribute to Don Ciccio, and is murdered. His sons vow revenge, but one is murdered, and the other, Vito, barely gets away, because his mother holds Ciccio at knife point. They murder Vito’s mother and search the town for him, but the townspeople help Vito hide and escape. He changes his name to Cito Corleone to evade the mob. After 20 years, he returns to Sicily, where Don Ciccio is now an 80-year-old man. He has returned under the pretext of getting Don Ciccio’s ‘blessing’ for Vito to start up an olive oil company, but his real reason for being there is revenge.

The two bodyguards who murdered his family, Mosca and Strollo are first to go. When Vito comes to Ciccio and kisses his mafia ring, Don Ciccio asks him who his father is. Vito delivers the most memorable line in the movie. “My father's name is Antonio Andolini. And this is for you”, immediately slicing him open.

He and his partner barely escape with their lives, but the scene is extremely satisfying to the general public. The old mafia boss had it coming to him, slaughtering that family without mercy. In fact, many people asked why he waited twenty years to exact revenge?

“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” It’s a maxim quoted by Khan in Star Trek III, The Wrath of Khan. It’s origins are fuzzy, but the idiom is at least 200 years old. It means that it’s best to wait, bide your time, until your victim does not expect it. Till they believe they’ve gotten away with what they did.

Public opinion polls are mixed on this subject, but the vast majority believe that nobody wants to wait for cold revenge. They want it hot and ready, as soon as an offense is known. Even if there’s no time to plan and plot. Less right now is better than perfect revenge 20 years from now.

But the Bible has a different idiom to share, dear Christian. It’s our verse for today. While we might want to exact revenge, it’s not God’s way to let us do this. It allows sin in the camp. Instead, God suggests we pray for them. Serve them. Give them food and drink. Because God isn’t blind, and he’ll take revenge, in due time, and his justice will be perfect.

Prayer:

Lord, help me to wait on you, for I know that you love me and will repay. Help me trust you more, today. Amen

[thememecrown]

We Italians are something inexplicable.

We could fight over who makes the best food, who has the best city, start war for the Gioconda, stab each other in the back, arguing over a bucket (Modena and Bologna ... Don't ask me because i didn't understand anything either) we could fight about pineapple on pizza, we could fight about coffee and the correct way to make it (it really happens) we could insult mothers and the whole generation (both new and old)

We are a people known only for the mafia, pizza and mandolin... And for olive oil 💀 But you don't see all the stupidity we have.

I repeat, we may be assholes among ourselves, but when it comes to being stupid or ironic, we are united.

They paid homage to Pulcinella with an installation, and all Italy just said "that looks like a dick, a very big dick" and NOBODY. NOBODY. Not even the people of Naples (Pulcinella is a very well-known character in Naples, and respected ) argued about this definition.

Not to mention TV shows like Saremmo festival music, all of Italy comes together to comment and make memes, three days or more of fun. Or "Grande Fratello" , where famous people come into a house for a few months, and stuff happens, or "Uomini e Donne" Don't get me started, this program is awesome HAHAHAHAHA.

Not to mention that during the Eurovision, San Marino is afraid of being invaded by Italians if they do not vote for us (during the year they closed the Wikipedia page so as not to be vandalized with " May 14, 2017 at 5:00 The Italian army invaded the country. The Sammarinese army was taken by surprise and by 2:00 pm the Italian army had control of the situation. Sporadic fighting lasted until the morning of May 15. The military operation was: "the monkey's revenge", due to the betrayal, which occurred the night before, by San Marino, which gave only 3 points 2017, the leader of the p to the song "Occidentali's Karma" by Gabbani, engaged in the competition at the Eurovision Song Contest, Salvini has implemented the on 1 Marino for Scacc Italiano ") and the twees: " neighbors help each other, except San Marino " or people. who asks the president of the republic to declare war on San Marino or "Italy is a republic founded on the destruction of San Marino" or "remove the Rai signal from San Marino, right? They will receive the signal from Portugal better…" or "Good morning, how are we doing with the invasion of San Marino?" or "Goodbye San Marino, welcome Canada" or "after yet another ungenerous vote to the detriment of Italy (the nation whose territory they are illegally occupying)". or "Have we already decided which construction company will build the McDonald's in place of San Marino?" or people who were looking for workers around San Marino to build a wall around the city💀

One day I'll do some work on something like that, on an Italian show... It's gonna be fun, I promise.

[myastrouniverse]

September/2024🌔♈️PLEASE DO NOT HURT MY NEPHEW.

🌔 ☍︎ 🦚 I look better everyday, not that anyone I LIKE will ever be attracted to me. Go fuck a fucktarded worm whore, you fucktarded piece of shit animals.

🌔 Λ ☿︎ If someone REALLY loved me, they would PROVE IT, by giving me a REAL HUG.

🌞🔺 ♅︎ I want a positive future for EVERYONE. I want EVERYONE to be happy. I want EVERYONE to be free. I want ALL suffering RESOLVED.

🌔 < 🎸 I wish I felt safe, for ONCE, this decade.

🌔 ☸︎ ♃︎ I wish I was moving to Ashland and living and working with REAL friends.

🌔 ☌ 🌽 PLEASE, do NOT turn yourself into some fucking ghoulish parasite corpse bot. I don’t know why the fuck anyone would CHOOSE to do that to themselves, but PLEASE refrain from that kind of fuckery. Short list of what I use to get that poison out: Epson salt, caster oil, coconut oil, coffee grounds, olive oil, brown sugar, oregano oil, iodized salt, baking soda, vinegar. Noxema, helps. Epson salt lotion too.

🌔 ☍︎ ♀️I AM expecting a formal invite. Don’t make me crash the party, or I’ll be a party pooper.

Don McLean - Starry Starry Night

Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh

Stephanie Sloan brought me a poisoned parasite bunt cake on my birthday. I believe other cupcakes brought into the house were also poisoned with that bio-parasite shit. It’s utterly disgusting.

I believe Stephanie has WILLINGLY poisoned herself as well and turned into a whore bot. My brother is absolutely NOT himself. I believe they are BOTH being puppeteered by Keanu and his old lady lesbian(?) hag friend. I noticed some of the women in jail ALSO affected by the parasite bot poison ALL had boyfriends whom were puppeteerd. This is a creepy fucking weird mafia. The motivation is trying to turn people into these ‘zombies.’ It’s really fucking horrible. I KNOW the REAL Stephanie and I don’t believe she was ever this fucking STUPID. I don’t understand the fuck…

I also found it ODD that STEPHANIE SLOAN came to the house this evening. She has a very difficult schedule handling an elementary school’s disabled department ALONE. She was bringing crates of clothing and other personal items into my brother’s RV. My father is in the hospital AGAIN. My brother has complained he has no money and his physical health is terrible. He must be carrying 60 pds of water weight. What I AM getting at, is that she looked like she was MOVING IN, rather than going on a trip. I cld her a murdering whore and told her she was going to jail. She said she was praying for me and that I was GOING TO DIE. Again, apparently this ludicrous AIPAC MAFIA CULT, is OUT OF CONTROL AND NEEDS TO FUCKING STOP.

Stephanie Sloan has TWO TEENAGE CHILDREN, a boy and a girl. The girl’s name is Reagan, but I can’t recall her son’s name. WHERE ARE STEPHANIE’S CHILDREN?

Exactly HOW FUCKING CRAZY is EVERYONE?

[sassy-sofia]

Wanting to start writing a new fanfic but getting distracted during the researching process and watching documentaries on the olive oil mafia instead

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

A Pound of Flesh

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by Call Me Kayyyyy (Cheeky9274), HaniTrash

Steve Rogers is the head of the Irish mob. James “Lucky Bucky” Barnes heads the Romanian mob. They barely tolerate each other on the best days. But when a rising threat from the Sicilians forces them to have to work together, nobody could have foreseen the outcome. They come out of their secret meeting with a new alliance—maybe something more, if they’re willing to take what they want.

Words: 3303, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 33 of Bingo Fills

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Sort Of, Frenemies, Unresolved Sexual Tension, that gets very resolved, but creates more problems, Alternate Universe, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Mob Boss Bucky Barnes, mentions of drugs but no drug usage, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Implied Switching, Edging, Semi-Public Sex, unconventional uses for olive oil, Unsafe Sex, Rough Sex, Steve has a secret humiliation kink he didn't know about before this, Art

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