#the famiglia...

[vongola-renaissance]

A compilation of my adult Gen 10 Vongola Guardians headcanons of all time:

Tsuna does become the Vongola boss. He does it with the purpose of being the last one, tho.

Tsuna got Mukuro to go along with his plans by promising Mukuro would be the one to kill him one day. He was dead serious about it.

Reborn hates Mukuro's guts and thinks Tsuna is a fool for trusting him. Mukuro knows that Tsuna was serious, so he follows his lead, as long as their deal stands. Tsuna plans to let Mukuro kill him when he's an older man and burn his own body to the ground with flames, so Mukuro can't possess him.

The older they get, the more rebellious the guardians grow towards Reborn. They start maturing and following more Tsuna per se, his ideals, his plans.

Gokudera in particular has a very (!!) tense relationship with Reborn. With age, Gokudera stops idolizing Reborn and engages more and more in open arguments in Tsuna's behalf.

At least once Yamamoto pointed his blade at Reborn seriously. Solving that situation was a nightmare.

Most of them go to university or get a minor degree as Tsuna's requirement to "join" the family. Tsuna might hate studying, but he does not fuck around about getting proper education for all of them.

He hates the Vongola mansion. He buys the ruined property of a poor family for an tbh exaggerate sum and makes them build a proper complex there. It's close enough to the Vongola mansion that he can walk (fly?) to it, so he has all his official meetings there and reserves the complex for the informal reunions with friends and family.

Dino and Tsuna had one (1) major fight. It was about the expectations on Tsuna, the reality of the mafia world and the of course, Reborn. They agreed to go all in only once and then never fight again. Dino promised that if Tsuna was the last of the Vongolas, he'd be the last of the Cavallones. Tsuna promises to give a chance to the mafia world and see what they could make out of it together.

Fuuta, I-Pin and Lambo graduated from middle school in Namimori. Bianchi stayed with them during those years and everyone would visit them regularly.

In that time Lambo realized he'd miss Tsuna too much, so be begged Tsuna to let him go to a high school in Italy, closer to him. They all ended up studying there.

Kyoko stayed in Japan with the kids at first and started studying there. She missed her brother a lot, tho. Haru went to a different university. She was brilliant, but after the adventures with the guardians, common life was a bit boring. They ended up moving to Italy to finish their studies, which means even more shenanigans of Tsuna trying to cover the mafia life and the fact he's rich now.

Yamamoto went pro for a few years. First in Japan, then some seasons in the US. He got an insane network connection lol. He then made an excuse about salary to move to Italy to "play there". The Vongolas own the team as an effort to get kids from poverty into a proper lifestyle.

Part of the Vongola income now comes from sports bets. Nothing illegal. In fact, Ryohei scouts impressive athletes and checks to see if other mafias are interfering in the match. Some athletes and organizations actually pay them to check and eliminate any cheating agents.

They send Hibari lmao. He hates weak people and no one is weaker than those who need to cheat in order to win.

Gokudera unironically takes into cooking and decoration. Is he a malewife? Sort of. If you were Tsuna's right hand man, forced to watch him through the tightest schedule ever while he tries to solve at least 9 generations of Vongola mistakes... He personally prepares the food to guarantee they are not poisoned and arranges most rooms so there's always at least one seat Tsuna can comfortably nap in.

The next trip to Mafialandia is even worse. Either Tsuna is treated like a celebrity so he has not a moment of peace or Reborn sends him on another training.

Tsuna is a champ in human relationships.

The complex is rarely quiet or empty. At the same time, the guardians aren't all reunited as often. They make sure that Tsuna doesn't feel alone and create excuses to show Tsuna the progress of all his effort.

Omg I didn't plan for this to be such a long post. I'd have to do a series at this point 😂😂

[janniksnr]

[lsunstreakerl]

i feel so honoured to have inspired this ficlet situation 😂 literally any dad!gp or dad!christian stuff you have in mind, young max or present day or whatever i am not picky 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you spoke what I'm sure several people were thinking lol. here's some famiglia dad!gp, 700 words.

"So he's... um."

Christian flounders, sitting across from Gianpiero at his desk, trying to find words.

"Um. A member of the nonspeaking community?"

Gianpiero can't hide his snort, palming his forehead.

"He's mute, yes."

Christian looks relieved, shoulders sagging.

"I can say mute? Thank god- these HR memos are getting out of hand."

Gianpiero rolls his eyes, leaning back into his chair. Christian is clearly trying, intrigued by the idea of having a teenager around the garage.

"He's a bit shy, fair warning. Until he gets comfortable, anyways- I get all sorts of sassy notes now."

Christian nods.

"Teenagers. You said he's not- it's just you and him, right? He's not biologically yours?"

Gianpiero drums his fingers against his thigh, trying to decide if he needs to be defensive or not.

"He's-"

He pauses, thinking of a few years back. Max had been so small, and Gianpiero had been so awkward- neither of them knew what they were doing.

He's had to learn to cook, because while it's perfectly acceptable for a single man in his thirties to eat ham sandwiches whenever he was home, it's frowned upon to put a child through it as well.

So he's bought a few cookbooks, their house has more spices than he knew existed, and he's been learning how to make a fulfilling plate while being judged by a mute teenager.

Sometimes Max helps, standing quietly by his side and carefully chopping vegetables. Or he'll turn down a burner when Gianpiero has forgotten to keep an eye on it, saving them both from the smoke alarm- it makes a truly terrible screeching noise.

He'll wait until Gianpiero is absorbed in work on his laptop before slinking into the living room, settling a few feet away on the couch and opening a book.

If Gianpiero waits patiently, he'll move a few inches at a time, stealthily creeping closer until his head droops sleepily onto his shoulder.

He hadn't understood it before- the way parents talked about how it felt when their children fell asleep on them.

He gets it now.

The first time it had happened he'd frozen, afraid to even breathe for fear of waking Max back up.

Now he's more used to it. It's part of their routine- Gianpiero pretends he doesn't notice Max creeping closer, Max pretends Gianpiero lifting his arm up to rest on the back of the couch is convenient, instead of calculated.

Max hasn't brought up anything about how Gianpiero carries him back up to his room each night, and Gianpiero's more muscular now than he was before, but-

He gets it now.

He'd lift a car for this kid, fight soldiers, get in trouble with the law- anything.

Max has brought a spark into his life he didn't even know he was missing- witty and insightful, deeply judgmental and surprisingly sweet, all without speaking a word.

He's made Gianpiero reevaluate how he looks at the world. People have asked him before if he's lonely, just him and Max- no partner or mother in the picture.

Gianpiero couldn't imagine anything else.

Sure, the house is a bit of motorsport enthusiasts bachelor pad, but it's perfect for them- workbooks and data packets scattered across the counters, mismatched shoes by the doorway.

So what if sometimes they have miniature competitions, trying to see who can flick the straw wrapper into the kitchen trash bin from across the living room.

Max's favorite movie being The Hangover is probably a bit immature, but it makes him so happy Gianpiero can't bear to shut it off- even if they've seen it a million times and he rolls his eyes every time.

Gianpiero would act out the stupid movie himself if it meant Max got to be that happy all the time. He knows Max has been through a lot- sees it every time Max flinches, or startles awake on the couch, pressing further into Gianpiero's side.

He wishes he could take that pain away. Wishes he could go back and time and change it, give Max a better life- even if it would mean removing him from Gianpiero's.

He's learning that this is what it means to be a parent.

Gianpiero smiles back at Christian.

"He's my son."

[mcchi-ken]

the target audience for these is me and my sister but you're all welcome to join the italianification party 🫶 stan didnt need much changes because he literally wears the tank+gold chain combo. he's a grandpa from Caltanissetta

bonus italian soundtrack for the twin brothers if you want go listen to them they're all bops 😜

[marcytheplagueissimp]

haven’t posted in awhile but here’s a piece i got awhile back of my vtm character! she’s a part of la famiglia giovanni! the artist is Cloudyne!

[marichia]

[onnze]

delle volte ti guardo e mi domando se ne vale davvero la pena o se sto solo perdendo me stessa

[liesmyth]

sometimes I take comfort in the thought that other countries also have shit politicians

[i-am-a-polpetta]

oggi giornata con la mamma a produrre cibo che tanto non posso mangiare perché non riesco a masticare yeeee

[kaslanist]

are you guys seeing the vision

also happy "il siracusano finally got announced" to those who celebrate

[illsadboy]

La solitudine è questa. Dentro di me, c’è un demone che mi ha tolto tutto. Le persone della mia stessa famiglia mi hanno allontanato e lasciato solo.

~Gaara~

[lsunstreakerl]

i was thinking about in famiglia familia au Red Bull throwing Max a little homeschool graduation?

If Max sat UK school exams he'd get his results for the last week of F1 summer break, so maybe at the first race back there's a cake. Not too much fuss, just a little bit because they all watched him sit on planes and various lobbies/restaurants with flashcards and textbooks studying for months.

we have somehow ended up at 1.1k words again. blame max- for someone who doesn't talk, he sure has a lot of thoughts.

Max isn't sure what he's going to do with himself this season. The last few years- he's always had a textbook laying around, flash cards to work on or homework to do. He doesn't have that anymore.

It's weird to think of himself as a graduate. When he'd been karting, finishing school hadn't been an option.

GP was determined though, and he'd spent countless hours sitting at tables and hotel rooms with Max and his homework, finding him in the garage to check on him and make sure he's taking breaks.

It's paid off, and Max now has more of an education than he'd ever expected of himself- but it's not enough yet.

He wants to go further, wants to take university courses, work in the grease and oil and floor shaking bass of the garages. He always knew racing was going to be part of his life, and he might be tackling it from a different angle now than he'd expected, but- he's proud of himself.

He zips his suitcase shut. He and GP are on one of the final flights out, most of the team in Australia already.

Max is kind of dreading the weather- hot and dry, the kind of heat that makes him wear shorts and thin shirts, the heat that makes him wonder if he can get away with his own ice bath.

Disgustingly enough, it's one of GP's favorite races of the year. Max doesn't understand it.

Max hefts up his pack, waddling it down the stairs since he can't see his feet over the edge. Gianpiero is in the living room already, and their coffee table is full of all the things that he normally keeps in his work bag.

He must be taking inventory. Max sets his bag by the front door before making his way over, staring over GP's shoulder.

"Max, hey. You got all your things?"

Max nods, leaning down and tapping his finger next to the collection of foil packets on the table.

'You do not need to carry those around anymore'

Gianpiero frowns, defensively cupping them under his palm.

"Yes I do- what if you need them?"

Max gives him a flatly unimpressed face.

'I can carry my own'

"Max,"

Gianpiero gives him a soft smile, tucking the painkillers back into their section in the bag, the same spot they've had for years.

"It's okay for me to want to take care of you."

Max shifts on his feet. He knows that- GP has been saying it for several years now- but it's still hard sometimes.

GP pats him gently on the arm.

"Even if you don't need them- it's for my own peace of mind."

Well, Max can't exactly argue with that.

------

The flight to Australia is so mind-numbingly long that Max takes a nap pretty much every time. He says he won't this time while they're boarding.

He does.

Waking up to Gianpiero shaking his shoulder isn't uncommon, and it means they're probably going to start their descent soon. Max yawns so wide he cracks his jaw, lips twitching into a grin at the way GP winces.

"I still think we should say something to your doctor about that."

Max rolls his eyes.

'Reddit says it's fine'

"Right, because we're taking Reddit's word as law now."

Max can see it on Gianpiero's face the instant he realizes what Max is about sign, already scrunching up his nose.

"No- we don't need to-"

'Not what you said when we were cooking turkey last week'

Max and GP are fairly decent at cooking now, but occasionally things get... forgotten. In the oven. While it's on.

GP makes an exaggerated frown at him.

"I thought we swore each other to silence."

'I am always sworn to silence'

Max hides his face in his hand as he shakes with silent giggles, and Gianpiero's groan at the terrible joke can probably be heard a few aisles down.

------

GP is being suspicious.

Max isn't sure what could possibly be so interesting on his phone to captivate his attention the way it is, but somehow it's Max who's guiding them from the hotel to the paddock.

At least the fans aren't crazy yet.

Max narrowly drags GP out of the way of another pole before he pokes him in the shoulder, frowning.

He throws his hands up in the universal 'what the fuck, dude' gesture, and Gianpiero winces, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he takes the lead again.

"Sorry about that Max- it was Christian."

Max lets it slide, but only this once.

------

There's a jazzy pop song playing from the garage, and it's not Nick's terrible 1990's dad rock, so it's probably Callum who has the garage speaker. Max doesn't mind- it's funny to see some of the older guys forget they're not supposed to like it. More than once he's caught Christian or Helmut bopping their heads, and GP's playlist at home would get him ridiculed at the garage for weeks if Max ever leaked it.

Weirdly, Gianpiero stays slightly behind him as Max pushes the door open, and-

"SURPRISE!"

It's multiple voices at once, and Mick is here too, and Max is confused for a moment until his eyes land on the cake on the table.

Congrats, Grad!

It's round, with navy frosting and white letters, a little fondant grad cap and diploma on the side.

Max blinks rapidly, and they really need to maintain this garage better if it's going to be so dusty-

This is for him.

He feels a hand rest gently on his shoulder, turns to see Christian and Adrian standing next to him.

"We're proud of you, Max. You've put a lot of work in- the whole garage can see it. Congratulations."

Max nods softly at Christian's words, and then Adrian is wrapping him in a side hug.

"I know it's hard, getting all your work done with the time zones and the races. I hope you know you did an incredible job anyways."

He has a point- more than once Max had woken up in a cold sweat, not because of a nightmare but because he wasn't sure if he'd missed a due date while on a flight.

There's been some very close calls. As well as many, many missed ones.

Some of the mechanics are surrounding him, and Max has a moment to realize that this is what family feels like.

He'd never thought he would be the kid getting a graduation party- never thought he'd graduate at all.

Gianpiero hugs him, squeezing gently as Max turns to hide his face in his shoulder. He's not going to cry about it. He's not.

GP leans his head down.

"I'm proud of you, Max."

He's crying about it.

[thethirdbear]

[janniksnr]

🤌🏻.

📹: Australian Open TV

[sunelrose]

La mia ultima relazione, tossica con un narcisista covert non diagnosticato

Tra tutti i narcisisti, quello covert in particolare sembra docile, timido, insicuro e riservato. Con te poi è il partner perfetto (infatti all'inizio si verifica il lovebombing: attenzioni, presenza, regalini, ecc), ti farà credere di essere la partner che ha sempre cercato, che tu sarai colei che lo guarirà da tutti i traumi delle sue ex (parlando male di loro). Comincerà ad aprirsi con te mostrandosi "vulnerabile" raccontandoti cose anche molto personali ma in realtà saranno solo delle storielle dove in ognuna è sempre la vittima. Lui è vittima della famiglia, dei compagni di scuola, dei colleghi/superiori di lavoro, degli amici e soprattutto delle ex che guarda caso lo hanno tradito tutte. Si comporterà in modo perfetto, dimostrando di tenere alla relazione e di parlare con lui di qualunque cosa, sarà un'ideale confidente, ti supporterà nelle tue scelte, ti farà i complimenti, prenderà le tue difese in pubblico, sarà premuroso e comprensivo al punto che penserai di aver trovato l'amore della tua cita. Farà di tutto affinché tu ti possa fidare di lui, così da conoscere cose sulla tua vita ( non ti illudere, lo fa solo per sapere dove colpirti più in avanti) e noterai anche molte cose in comune che nemmeno pensavi (mirroring). Ti farà un sacco di discorsi sul futuro, su quello che vorrà fare, sul suo desiderio di crearsi una famiglia, organizzerete perfino dei viaggi, vorrà andare già a convivere e tutte cose del genere che ovviamente risulteranno fake. Dopo pochissimi mesi però non vedrai i fatti a tutti quei piani sopra elencati e inizierai ad avvertire un senso di delusione, cominceranno anche le piccole critiche (su OGNI cosa) e man a man ti darà meno attenzioni, a cambiare atteggiamenti, a notare meno impegno rispetto a qualche settimana o mese prima. Ti chiederai: "Cos'è successo? Cos'ho sbagliato?" . Giustamente vorrai delle spiegazioni e quindi arriverete a dei "confronti" ma sarà inutile perché questo narcisista farà in modo che la colpa del suo comportamento sarà sempre ed unicamente la TUA e che non lo lasci respirare, troverà delle scuse banali come ad esempio la stanchezza al lavoro, problemi in famiglia e altre scuse del genere. Girerà costantemente la frittata per distogliere l'attenzione da lui su di te. Portandoti allo sfinimento e quindi reagirai in modo aggressivo ( dopo un tentato chiarimento che ti porterà allo sfinimento) perché alla fine è questo ciò cerca, così da incolparti maggiormente. Ci saranno anche dei segnali negativi, anche sottili, ma non darai molta importanza per quel pensiero : " magari sto esagerando", " magari me lo immagino", " stavolta ho sbagliato io." ecc. E gli chiederai anche scusa per come ti sei comportata, questo perché ti inducono il senso di colpa (cosa che un narcisista non prova)

E invece, quei segnali negativi che hai ignorato saranno solo il preludio di ciò che avverrà. Quando inizierai a prendere anche tu le distanze per via dei suoi comportamenti, il narcisista covert lo avvertirà subito e quindi comincerà a comportarsi come agli inizi per tenerti stretta. Facendo nascere così un ciclo abusivo. E tu gli crederai nella speranza che cambierà. E invece no, più il tempo passerà più peggiorerà ancora fino ad arrivare allo scarto. Nella fase dello scarto ti farà gashlightning, ti giudicherà, ti umilierà, ti metterà di fronte a molteplici triangolazioni, ti priverà di: amore, attenzioni, cure, comunicazione, di tutto quello che ti dava all'inizio. E se sei anche in un momento più difficile della vita non ti aspettare alcun sostegno morale da parte sua, anzi! Metterà il dito nella piaga. Ti farà sentire come un essere inutile, che hai bisogno di lui per campare nella vita. Ti farà dubitare perfino della tua sanità mentale. Ti farà sentire in difetto perché pensi solo a te stessa e non ti accorgi nemmeno di come sta lui (vittimizzazione).

Ovviamente, fuori dalle mura domestiche lui sarà una brava persona ( questo perché riesce a mantenere quella maschera solo nelle relazioni a breve termine ), comincerà anche una campagna diffamatoria nei tuoi confronti per fare sì che la gente pensi " Povero ragazzo". All'interno delle mura domestiche, però, te saprai chi è veramente e come si comporta. Si comporterà nella maniera opposta da come l'hai conosciuto.

Eppure, dopo averti trattata malissimo e portata allo sfinimento sarai tu a mettere fine alla relazione perché lui questa responsabilità non se la assume. (Nel mio caso non voleva farlo per paura che io mi 💀. Egocentrismo.)

Una volta lasciati continuerà a seguirti sui social e spiarti, così da controllarti. Magari ti contatterà anche usando un tono passivo aggressivo per manipolarti ancora. L'unica modalità per sbarazzarsi di questi esseri è bloccarli definitivamente su tutti i social, telefono, ecc. Dimenticati definitivamente di loro.

( Spesso questi narcisisti hanno problemi di rabbia, sono cresciuti in famiglie disfunzionali, sono tirchi, gelosi, possessivi, bugiardi patologici, traditori, ti rinfacciano le cose, non chiedono mai scusa, ecc )

Potrei scrivere un libro al riguardo. L'estate scorsa sono uscita da una relazione tossica e solo io e chi mi è stato accanto sa quanto ho sofferto ( mi sembra strano usare la sua stessa frase che usava nei racconti delle sue precedenti relazioni ma DOPO ho capito che in realtà era lui il problema e non immagino cosa hanno vissuto le sue ex con cui ci sono state anche anni a differenza mia), perché questo genere di persone agiscono una volta che ti hanno in pugno, che hanno stretto con te un legame emotivo forte. La "vittima" quindi sperimenta un vero e proprio trauma a livello emotivo dove solo dopo mesi o peggio anni si riprenderà completamente.

Io ho chiesto aiuto agli psicologi, famiglia, amici e ho cominciato a documentarmi, tale da diventare quasi un'ossessione. Podcast, libri, di tutto per essere informata il più possibile perché sono subdoli gli covert. Hanno delle capacità interpretative impressionanti, anche perché appunto sono bravissimi a mentire.

Magari alla fine della relazione con un esemplare così ti chiederai anche quanto sia stato effettivamente vero dai suoi racconti?

Se dovessi andare a indagare e parlare con tutte le persone della sua vita scopriresti che ti ha sempre riempita di stronzate. Magari con la famiglia va d'accordo, che i suoi colleghi di lavoro sono delle brave persone, ecc.

Ti chiederai anche chi era veramente, la persona che hai conosciuto all'inizio o il mostro che hai visto alla fine?

Io dopo 7 mesi ancora me lo chiedo.

Ah, avevo dimenticato di menzionare le scimmie volanti. I suoi migliori amici saranno sempre dalla sua parte e la carnefice sarai TU. Ovviamente, la scimmia volante per eccellenza è sempre sua MADRE (anche lei narcisista a sua volta, che odia il marito e ha proiettato tutto sul figlio prediletto).

I narcisisti in generale sono invidiosi delle altre persone e spesso provano un senso di inferiorità. Difatti si avvicinano a coloro che sono in carriera, che stanno bene finanziariamente, che hanno una famiglia sana, che brillano di luce propria, che sono solari, che hanno amici, che hanno un carattere forte e sanno quello che vogliono, ecc. Questo perché sono sempre tristi e non hanno voglia di fare niente, sono come dei contenitori vuoti che hanno bisogno di qualcuno per riempirsi. Hanno costante bisogno di amore, complimenti, essere supportati, a volte ti spelano anche di soldi, sono tirchi e spendono solo se strettamente neccessario ma per loro non per te.

Quando hanno esaurito la vittima ( sono come dei "vampiri" ) si mettono in moto per trovare un'altra vittima e alimentarsi ancora.

Sono dei parassiti.

P.s ovviamente vale anche al femminile, ma per una narrazione basata su un'esperienza personale ho usato il maschile