#the scozzari family.

[newyorksrose]

gonna post this on rosie's blog since sandra's still gonna keep up that theft accusation and tumblr's block feature is hiding my response👏🏾

Hi @k4ndall, I’m aware this isn’t the first time you posted about me “stealing from Jessica” and because I no longer consider myself to be an active roleplayer, I thought I would confront this narrative head-on. Yes, I did use Marisa Abela for my OC Rosaria and no, that is not theft. Marisa is not from a super rare or old show. Industry was streaming on HBOMax the same time that Euphoria was.

Did you ever think that maybe I saw the program, considered using that FC for a new OC, but hesitated from bringing them to the roleplay community? Furthermore, Marisa is not the only FC you use for Jessica. If I recall right, when we were mutuals you used…

Melanie Scrofano

Olivia Cooke

Annie Murphy

Sydney Sweeney

Marisa Abela

You even entertained using Juliette Lewis for Jessica.

And let me be frank when I say none of these women look like the same person. Which is why I felt that using Marisa would ultimately NOT diminish your portrayal of Jessica.

I largely wanted to use Marisa Abela because Rosaria Scozzari is the sister to Salvatore Scozzari, since their FCs looked alike through their similar eyes and noses. I was already using him for Sal at the time of my “theft.”

Now, FCs aside, your belief that I copied you is honestly a shallow, surface-level examination of Rosaria Scozzari. Let’s go over the similarities of Rosaria and Jessica.

They both have office jobs. 

I’m inclined to portray Rosaria doing more average/low-paying office work. In the recent writing I’ve been doing, I depict her as a secretary. In the RPC, I depicted her as working at a bratva-owned insurance company that isn’t glamorous at all. But, this work is ultimately temporary for Rosaria, as she becomes a lawyer by the time she’s in her forties. In contrast, Jessica works on Wall Street which frankly, seems significantly better and higher paying.

They’re both Italian-American.

Jessica is a quiet girl who lives at home with her conservative family. Rosaria is extroverted, neurotic, and lives alone because she doesn’t want to live with her rambunctious family. Jessica is the older sister to her younger brother. Rosaria is the younger sister to Salvatore and Sonia.  Since leaving the RPC I’ve been exploring the paternal side of Sal and Rosaria’s family, which is composed of Italian-Brazilians. Which is interesting because I heard you had a OC who was Italian with roots from Argentine…

You act as though I stole the fundamental family headcanons of Jessica. Which I would consider the headcanons about the family-run candy store, the abundance of cousins, the cousin in an abusive relationship, or an office romance.

But let me say another thing: your depiction of Jessica on Wall Street isn’t original whatsoever. When I capped icons from that show for Rosaria I saw how many elements you actually stole from Yasmin, the character Marisa plays.

I recall you posting that this variation of Jessica spoke with a posh accent when at work. That’s an odd coincidence, considering the FC is an upper-class British woman.

The secret horny side for her co-worker. That’s an odd coincidence, considering you use the same character as a NPC that Jessica crushes on.

In fact, all the NPCs in Jessica’s life are from Industry.

So, all you did was portray Yasmin as an Italian-American woman. There’s nothing original or unique to your portrayal. If I used a new FC for Rosaria, you would not be claiming I stole from you. They would just both be white women who worked at an office, but MUCH different offices. In fact? They would probably be meeting at a bar getting drinks together and talking about the things that piss them off.

If Marisa was the sole FC you used for Jessica and I used her? That would be fucked up. But she was just one face in a collection of women who looked absolutely nothing alike.

[wardogsong]

Tell us about a small, passing relationship your muse has with someone in their everyday life. Are they on a first name basis with their barista? What about the busdriver?

Frankieboy! — as he is so often called in the neighborhood he grows up in, knows EVERYBODY. NEW YORK CITY might be a big sprawling metropolis of some eight million souls, but his little slice of BAYSIDE, QUEENS is so much smaller than that. It's the kind of place where your neighbor's house literally touches your own sometimes and there's no such things as walls thick enough to muffle loud Italian voices and families.

He knows the butcher his mother favors by name, like he knows the names of the priests at The Sacred Heart of Jesus where his ears get pulled on the regular. He knows them and they know him in return, the surprisingly late in life baby given to the Castigliones from 27th St.

He calls them all by name or nickname when the relationship is informal enough to allow it, even for a teen like himself, or by honorific and surname when respect demands it. Days are filled with quick greetings called out and given with a nod or a wave. "Mornin', Big Paul! — Hey, Nico!" There are juniors and seniors and ma'am's and Frankie does his duty by them all, nodding his hellos or allowing his cheeks to be kissed or pinched-- or worse, having his gelled hair ruffled and fucked up.

Where he comes from? There are no such things as strangers; be they paper boys, corner shop workers, tokenbooth people, delivery van drivers, or beyond. If you existed within his neighborhood someone was bound to ask why and who you were and then word would get out about it and you wouldn't be a stranger anymore.

Frank doesn't come into more of the traditional Mind Your Business way of life that all New Yorkers cleave to until he's back from Basic. By then though, the amount of time he spends in Queens is minimal, with the bulk of his free time actually goings to Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. There he only sometimes requires a name or introduction. People are reminded or introduced that he's Sal's boy!

In that neck of the woods Frank maintains a plethora of passing relationships formed by the various errands he runs for his family of choice-- or the ones he escorts Eve to and from. Because of his association with them those passing relationships see him almost always on his best behavior. He's polite-- a generous tipper when it's called for, patient when it comes to waiting on something, and generally the opposite of troublesome. He's always got a chuckle for the same five recycled jokes told at the Post Office window by the old timer who works it and hands him his packages-- he always leaves promising to buy some more shit so he can come back sooner. He's like that at the dry cleaner's, the bread baker's, and the local florist where he keeps Sal's account current and updated so that Mrs. Scozzari is never bored by their deliveries.

He's an easy-going guy with people who have no cause to trip his temper and he remembers everyone who comes across him twice, just in case they ever be an important cog in something greater.

Pete Castiglione on the other hand exists purposefully in a way he hopes is forgettable. This is something in which he's been trained, and yet that even earlier childhood rearing trumps the subterfuge later taught to him in the service. On security camera he may just be another scruffy shadow of a shambling man, but in person he's the type of guy who play-flirts with old waitresses that greet him with coffee pots at the diners he frequents. His voice is a rasping growl of a thing that leaves an impression-- he shouldn't use it so much, but he's always got a joke in his pocket to lighten moods and let people go off of something other than his intimidating build and harsh appearance. He knows he looks like a threat but he NEEDS people to be calm.

He still knows people by their names even if they know him as Pete-- and try as he might to make things different, to move through the world like a ghost, he's still out here befriending the pet shop owners who sell him kibble and the corner-store dames who make the only coffee left in the city that costs less than a dollar. He lives in mortal peril that he's painting targets on them all but sometimes there's just no teaching an old dog new tricks.

[prettytm]

How much do you think Ms. Scozzari actually feels love for you? Realistically. Since you did, after all, begin as a gutter child brought to her by her husband.

The question catches him off guard. It's not the type of thing he'd expect from a quick trip outside. He's running to the the corner bodega for a chopped cheese and fries not to have his entire existence questioned but now here he was. Looked down on and belittled. Should he be surprised? Yeah, probably not. Was he? Only a little because it's so random. He supposed he's gotten too comfortable, the love his adoptive parents had for him was something he had only stopped wondering about a few years ago. It had been hard for them all in the beginning. He's a gutter rat, abandoned on the doorstep of a fire station and put into the system until the system let a man play hero but instead he found himself cornered and told he had _such a pretty mouth_. One torn rotator cuff and a broken soul later, he ran as far and hard as he could. No ever came looking. Except Sal. Billy had always had a thing for stray cats. It's only until he's picked up off the street like one he finally gets why. Because he had something in common with them. He's a stray cat. Timid and scared, ready to claw the face off of the next person who looks at them funny but so lonely and touch starved that maybe.. Keeping the claws sheathed would ensure a hot meal and a hug. He got a family instead. So yeah. He knows how much Eve Scozzari loves him. She shows him everyday with the little things. His favorite snacks in the cabinets, his favorite soft drink in the fridge, the books she leaves on his bed, the movies she takes him to see, the way she ruffles his hair and tells him she knows he's hers because where else he got that mess of curls. He doesn't give any of that away though. Those memories, those moments, were his and hers, no outsider trying to tear him down was going to stain them with their hate. So.. He smirks with a tilt of his head, black eyes scanning the stranger up and down. "Might do to ask her yourself. Though after I go home and tell her some punk called me a gutter child.. My dad's gonna come find you first. Sure he'll enlighten you."

[xiasgone]

what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting?

This is a really good question because all of my muses are so different! Even the ones who aren't on my roster atm. (Please pardon that, I'm lazy.)

The first thing that came to mind though was that my crime adjacent muses, the Scozzari, deal with serious topics. There's violence, of course, but when I talk about Eve's side of the family I address historical racism at times. Haven't done that in a while, but still. And it's like, not only do the Scozzari dabble in violence, but they can be violent towards your muses if it's warranted or if the plot requires it. I'm not saying "don't poke the bear" I'm saying if your muses wanna go up against mine, let's fucking go!!

I guess this needs to be said, because I've had too many partners (or I've witnessed too many rpers) become upset when other muses are rude or, realistically cold. It's nothing personal on my behalf, it's just my muses.

[streetsofaesthetics]

Rosaria’s ambition to be the best she can be stems from a guilty complex she has when it comes to her family, but more specifically her siblings. From eighteen to her early twenties, she learns the extent Sal and Sonia have tried to protect and nurture her. Sonia protected her from perverted boys and adults. Sal would deliberately fight his uncle so any anger about Rosie’s actions so she wouldn’t get hurt among other things. 

The Scozzari are working-class; no one in her mom’s generation ever went to college, so even when it came to her older relatives they doted on Rosaria for how intelligent she was and how she was the pride of the family. Even if Stefani lived, she would constantly brag about Rosie being smart, world-changing, degree-holding.

This put a lot of pressure on her to excel and, more or less, one day have kids who can continue to excel so the family officially becomes respectable, upper class Americans. 

But more than that, when Rosaria thinks of how Sal and Sonia did so much to ensure she was happy and safe, she feels like if she doesn’t take advantages of opportunities they don’t have then her siblings suffered for nothing. 

So the result is she takes on too much. She overwhelms herself a lot. As a college student or worker she is not always in-tune with life going on around her, and she is not even always in-tune with her body. It’s only when she is exhausted, burnt out, and depressed when she realizes that its not solely her ambition keeping her going, its her deep worry about failing her family and disappointing them. 

[foggynightdonut]

Initial sequencing (Karafet et al., 2008) of the human Y chromosome suggested that two most basal Y-chromosome lineages were Haplogroup A and Haplogroup BT. Haplogroup A is found at low frequencies in parts of Africa, but is common among certain hunter-gatherer groups. Haplogroup BT lineages represent the majority of African Y-chromosome lineages and virtually all non-African lineages.[19] Y-chromosomal Adam was represented as the root of these two lineages. Haplogroup A and Haplogroup BT represented the lineages of Y-chromosomal Adam himself and of one of his sons, who had a new SNP.

Cruciani et al. 2011, determined that the deepest split in the Y-chromosome tree was found between two previously reported subclades of Haplogroup A, rather than between Haplogroup A and Haplogroup BT. Later, group A00 was found, outside of the previously known tree. The rearrangement of the Y-chromosome family tree implies that lineages classified as Haplogroup A do not necessarily form a monophyletic clade.[20] Haplogroup A therefore refers to a collection of lineages that do not possess the markers that define Haplogroup BT, though Haplogroup A includes the most distantly related Y chromosomes.

The M91 and P97 mutations distinguish Haplogroup A from Haplogroup BT. Within Haplogroup A chromosomes, the M91 marker consists of a stretch of 8 T nucleobase units. In Haplogroup BT and chimpanzee chromosomes, this marker consists of 9 T nucleobase units. This pattern suggested that the 9T stretch of Haplogroup BT was the ancestral version and that Haplogroup A was formed by the deletion of one nucleobase. Haplogroups A1b and A1a were considered subclades of Haplogroup A as they both possessed the M91 with 8Ts.[19][20]

But according to Cruciani et al. 2011, the region surrounding the M91 marker is a mutational hotspot prone to recurrent mutations. It is therefore possible that the 8T stretch of Haplogroup A may be the ancestral state of M91 and the 9T of Haplogroup BT may be the derived state that arose by an insertion of 1T. This would explain why subclades A1b and A1a-T, the deepest branches of Haplogroup A, both possess the same version of M91 with 8Ts. Furthermore, Cruciani et al. 2011 determined that the P97 marker, which is also used to identify Haplogroup A, possessed the ancestral state in Haplogroup A but the derived state in Haplogroup BT.[20]

Likely geographic origin

Further information: Haplogroup A (Y-DNA)

As current estimates on TMRCA converge with estimates for the age of anatomically modern humans and well predate the Out of Africa migration, geographical origin hypotheses continue to be limited to the African continent.[citation needed]

According to Cruciani et al. 2011, the most basal lineages have been detected in West, Northwest and Central Africa, suggesting plausibility for the Y-MRCA living in the general region of "Central-Northwest Africa".[21]

Scozzari et al. (2012) agreed with a plausible placement in "the north-western quadrant of the African continent" for the emergence of the A1b haplogroup. [22] The 2013 report of haplogroup A00 found among the Mbo people of western present-day Cameroon is also compatible with this picture.[1]

The revision of Y-chromosomal phylogeny since 2011 has affected estimates for the likely geographical origin of Y-MRCA as well as estimates on time depth. By the same reasoning, future discovery of presently-unknown archaic haplogroups in living people would again lead to such revisions. In particular, the possible presence of between 1% and 4% Neanderthal-derived DNA in Eurasian genomes implies that the (unlikely) event of a discovery of a single living Eurasian male exhibiting a Neanderthal patrilineal line would immediately push back T-MRCA ("time to MRCA") to at least twice its current estimate. However, the discovery of a Neanderthal Y-chromosome by Mendez et al.[6] suggests the extinction of Neanderthal patrilineages, as the lineage inferred from the Neanderthal sequence is outside of the range of contemporary human genetic variation. Questions of geographical origin would become part of the debate on Neanderthal evolution from Homo erectus.

[sweetestdiary]

no age gap au [pietro/rosie]

After his father immigrated to America (New York, in this case) Pietro grew up around the Scozzari family, nearly taken in like a stray cat by Sal’s grandmother. As young as seven, he deeply connected with the old lady due to their shared language and the cultural familiarity of her apartment.

As a result, Rosaria and Pietro had known each other since childhood, they were the exact same age. She helped him with his English, reading her favorite books to him, and they played games together all the time. It was the highlight of his day. Looking back on it in the present, Pietro would say he formed an unhealthy attachment to her. He remembers, in school, having to go to his special education class. Being separated from her was horrible. He would get a hall pass to go to the bathroom and just try to look inside the classroom to see what Rosaria was doing. Someone - a teacher, a janitor, would always see him and scold him.

With puberty things became different. Rosaria alternated between holding affection for Pietro to being nervous around him. As kids they didn’t think about being a boy or being a girl, they just thought about being friends. As teenagers? There are distinct differences with their bodies. Pietro also became very handsome, very pretty. Girls THREW themselves at him, and flirted with him in front of Rosaria. Making her feel insecure and ugly. He never thought Rosaria was ugly though. He would shamelessly flirt with her. It was common for him to try and lay ‘traps’ to get her focus. Like saying he worked at the theatre so he could sneak her in to see whatever she wanted. He liked hearing her talk about school, he’d walk her home from school sometimes, sometimes he would do romantic things like climb up her fire escape (when Sal was gone) and softly talk to her about everything. Rosaria loved those moments, when it was just them and no one else.

Teen Pietro was a whore, though. He loved the attention from girls, he loved being flirted with. He secretly viewed Rosaria as wife material though. When he became sexually active, he thought to himself that he was just ‘practicing’ to get good for her. It was really just a warped justification to keep being promiscuous though. But, he developed this idea that if he was her first time she would remember him forever and he’d always be special to her.

There came a point between them when Rosaria announced she was thinking of becoming a nun. Maybe a teacher. Maybe a nun who was a teacher! She liked the nuns at her school and thought their lifestyle was interesting. Pietro was terribly worried when she voiced interest in doing religious work because nuns don’t have sex! Briefly, he thought about becoming a priest so they could have a forbidden romance. Ultimately, the Madonna-Whore complex withers away as Pietro got intrusive thoughts about introducing her [as a nun] to sex. Literally, Pietro would start underlining erotic parts in the Bible to tell Rosie if he had to do.

Pietro slept with her for the first time on the night of her graduation, Pietro claimed it was going to be his first time too, but he seemed too confident, too experienced. Rosaria decided that this was merely because he was ‘just good at sex?’ after this, they date.

He’s manipulative and toxic, because when Rosaria talks about wanting to go to college out of state, or go to college and live on campus, Pietro asks things like: “what about me? What about us? I’m afraid of you leaving me, i care about you so much, i’m afraid of you loving someone else because you’re so perfect.” Rosaria felt bad and decided to generally work in Brooklyn while Pietro did mob stuff.

He ends up proposing to her soon after. And she gets pregnant soon too, things are difficult its not really a happily ever after thing [plus Rosaria didn’t feel ready to have these babies, she’s lowkey depressed and wondering if she’s just going to be a mother like the ones in a grocery store, sleep deprived, overworked, children tugging at her skirt.]

Meanwhile, Pietro still develops a sex addiction as he helps distributing pornography for Raphael’s crime family. Instead of wanting to try things like bondage and other unconventional sex positions out with other women, he wants to do it with Rosaria. The idea of getting a “good girl” to do these things got him off. Rosaria viewed Pietro’s job peddling porn as being disgusting, when he wanted to show her these videos she HATED it. She didn’t want them in the house either! Later he suggests that they try new things: deepthroating, restriction, spanking, and practicing acts of service. They get her off, and their sex life actually becomes great.

But then Pietro wants to do these things with other women. Sal catches Pietro in the red light district once, Pietro said he was doing work, but Sal caught lipstick on his neck. Sal snapped, they had a bad fight. Sal broke his nose and he was on the verge of smashing the other’s man face against glass (to make sure Pietro became ugly and no woman would want him) but, the older men in the room stopped the fight. Meanwhile Rosaria was disgusted and wanted a divorce. Pietro argues that it’s just SEX, no feelings are attached. Rosaria points out how he use to tell her that sex was so personal and private according to the bible, now he’s saying it’s just about pleasure. Rosaria wasn’t just crying, she was actually trying to fight him back talking about how she didn’t want him anymore. The babies were crying. It was the worst moment in Pietro’s life, he cried a little too. But still, he tried to be a little manipulative, “I don’t have anybody, I  just have you and these kids, nobody cares about me only you do!” Rosaria still wanted a divorce though. She was very sad. Had a low sex drive and became paranoid of Pietro giving her a STD without her knowledge. Also, in terms of insecurity? It was through the roof. She always knew Pietro would have different options because he was too handsome, she should have married an ugly man.

Pietro’s arrest is like a blessing, as Rosaria is free to go to college. She begins living with Sonia to make things easier (Sonia’s mothering came in handy this time.) At first, she kept in contact with Pietro, wrote him letters, visited him, smuggled things in (Sonia would laugh at her, say this is why I’m not getting married) she took the girls to visit him once and he was running up Sonia’s phone bill calling the girls. She kept his rosary, made sure it was safe. She hated how much she loved him. Hated how much time he stole from her. Eventually she just gradually cut him off.

She met Ben, a nice, safe alternative, a struggling artist, he was fine being a stand-in dad, and she really wanted to move out with Sonia so…she married him. She didn’t tell Pietro about her change of address, didn’t write him, didn’t call him, only spoke about him to the kids if they asked.

In prison, Pietro goes through a rough time. Roughed up, isolated, almost killed; Rosie misses all of it. This causes him to be resentful, at first, but he realizes it’s time to grow up or literally die a manchild. He feels sorry for not being around his children, for not being a good husband to Rosaria. He writes her a heartfelt letter full of love and apologies and promises, but she never gets it. It went to Sonia’s house and Sonia thought it was full of crap, so she hid it from her sister.

Rosaria becomes a lawyer, Ben becomes something like a trophy husband, Rosaria is dominant and unsatisfied in their relationship. She does everything. Pietro comes out of jail, works for Raphael at a publishing house. They cross paths when a former client of the house is aiming to sue the publishing house. Pietro takes Rosaria on as his lawyer and initially things are difficult. Rosaria is professional and a little cold, but Pietro wants familiarity. Teases her playfully.

She falls for him after working on the case for so long. Pietro reminds her that they’re still married, and tries to convince her to get back with him. Rosaria eventually defrosts and finds herself venting about Ben, about life, about the girls. They need to meet their father.

There’s a moment when she cheats on Ben. It was when going to give Pietro back his mother’s rosary. Things got emotional, then sexual. Then emotional again. Pietro used his silver tongue to make her realize her cheating wasn’t wrong, because she was legally his wife.

She decides to leave Ben, citing their relationship as being too unequal. She doesn’t move in with Pietro immediately, instead, she lives alone for a while. Gradually reintroducing the girls to their father, doing family things (sometimes with Ben in their midst) trying to develop a new normal. And once the girls can’t get enough of their dad, Rosie moves in and gets pregnant with Carlo.   

[bulletballet-arch]

Bianca was born prematurely which was - as far as I’m concerned - the result of Eve being under tremendous stress. Not quite sure what the source of said stress was, but it definitely pertained to Sal.

The situation was stressful for both parents - it didn’t matter how much the doctor reassured Eve that their baby girl would receive around the clock care. But, Eve could never shake off the sight of first seeing a baby that small, a baby that did not have all of its organs formed yet.

Prior to the 1970s it was common for premature babies to die as mechanical ventilators did not exist yet. Both Eve and Sal separately thought about how this was the norm when they were growing up. They also kept thinking of all the what-ifs.

At this point, they hadn’t even decided on a name for their little girl yet. There were only a few names hanging in the air that were just concepts - Felicia, Felicity, Leona, Anita, Gisela, Bianca.

Placed in an incubator it took time, weeks, for her to come home. Cassandra and Nick did not fully understand the situation, only being told that their baby sister was born too early and, she was being taken care of at the hospital. Eve didn’t show her stress and Sal made it sound like everything was being taken care of. Cassandra didn’t think much of the situation - though it surprised her as the weeks went by and there was still no baby, while Nick was silently worried about his new sister’s developmental progress.

Sal was the first person to visit Bianca at the hospital. It would take some arguing for Eve to finally visit Bianca. Her hesitation was caused by fear and the fact the last time she saw someone so  frail and helpless looking was when her grandfather’s cancer ate him up. She was afraid of becoming so attached and hopeful, only for something terrible to happen at the hospital. But, Sal pushed Eve to see their baby.

Of course, Eve wept at the hospital. Not loudly - they were silent tears she wiped away, but couldn’t hide. She asked nurses questions about the baby’s progress - what had changed since she first came here? Does she show any sort of emotion? How long does she sleep? In due time, Eve helped with the baby’s care.

Still cried each time she was driven home, though. It was around this time when Sal talked about settling on a name for the baby. He had started calling her BeBe in his head - like a BB Gun. (He had watched A Christmas Story recently and it stuck.) Eve wanted Sal to be able to keep calling her this, so she decided Bianca would be a good name for her.

[bulletballetarchive1]

SOME QUICK FACTS ABOUT SAL’S NIGHTCLUB, TRINITY.

Sal started it up in the late 70s. He was a made-man at the time and reached a point where he no longer had to rely on drug pushing. Sal’s decision to have his own nightclub was a result of his love of music. He knew he was going to have Soul, Funk, Neon Lights, Live Entertainment. He was so excited at all the concepts floating in his head that he had promptly had a picture of the barren building took. Said picture is hung in his office.

But, with this said, the building previously served as a nightclub long before Sal was even born. It use to be a jazz bar in the 1940s, before shifting to a discotheque in the late 60s to the mid-70s. It was at this point in time where a public grisly reputation was gained.

The most popular singer of the venue was romantically affiliated with both the manager and the patron. She was murdered in what is now Salvatore’s office. Funnily enough, Sal has a tall poster of her up in his office. It’s framed and pinned out of respect. Delores thinks she has very sorrowful eyes.

As a result of the murder, which made numerous headlines, people felt the building was haunted. No one wanted anything to do with it, save for Sal who felt the past is the past. He felt historically everybody’s died all over the country, but that doesn’t stop cities from being built. 

Weird occurrences have happened, though. Not just due to the singer dying, but the murders that occurred in Prohibition. There have been doors that get stuck - almost locked, white blurs in photos, cold chills. But almost everything has a logical explanation behind it. The club for the most part is fine, too fun and populated for anyone to notice the uncanny. Except for when it’s closing hours. Then its an undoubtedly uncomfortable place to be. 

Sal’s very big on making public appearances in the club. He isn’t a stranger whatsoever. Similarly, Delores has never been a stranger. The club is a place of sin, yes she knows this, but its one of the few places where people respect her not as the owner’s wife, but as a skilled dancer. 

Delores has been personally introduced to many famous singers at Trinity, ones who became dear friends to her.

When Nick and Cassandra were very young, they were taken to the Trinity. Cass in particular use to sing on stage there when she was no taller than Sal’s knee. Why? Because Sal’s the boss. If he wants his baby girl to woo the crowd, she can! Meanwhile, there was a very strict no kid’s policy that Sal enforced.

This club was truly a hotspot in the community. It made Salvatore Scozzari a frequent name said in households. So although Sal has numerous businesses going on, he always paid extra close attention to the nightclub. Why shouldn’t he when he’s basically a king?

The Trinity took a dip in popularity during Sal’s prison stint. This was because he was still catering to those belonging to his generation and therefore the younger generation were shifting their sights elsewhere. Due to events of the time, the locality of the area was also beginning to be considered “dangerous.” Ultimately, the nightclub was shut down without Sal having a say so in it.

In the late 80s, Sal focuses on reopening the nightclub to the best of his ability. There’s new décor, a new paintjob, and even the interior is totally recreated. It’s well-received but it still doesn’t feel inclusive to the youth.

By the 90s Nick & Cass are encouraging Sal to have rappers and R&B singers there. But Sal is basically P. Diddy in this gif.

[citylighten]

I think I'm gonna make a poll for Zoe's new surname and I got some deja vu because years ago I did this with Sal's surname when I learned there was a difference between Sicilian surnames and Northern Italian surnames. 😂

[bensonhurstbullet]

IN REGARDS TO SAL & HIS MOTHER.

tw: age gaps, thoughts of infanticide, child abduction, domestic abuse and generally abusive parenting.

     There was an age gap between Stefani and Franco. She was 20, he was 49. She was the one who left her number on his napkin the day they met, because the gangster was handsome and she wanted to get out of poverty. Stefani’s true desire was to open a prosperous boutique. She loved designing outfits and frequently made her own in her teen years.    Franco led her on in thinking she'd get her shop. She did not, but they had a good enough time together. He gave her gifts, money, they traveled to different states together. Chicago, Jersey, Florida.     The day the two conceived Sal, they had a vicious argument after sex. She pointed out that he's only with her because he wants to feel young. This didn’t set him off. It was when she called his wife old, boring, and plain when he wrapped his hands around her throat. He came close to killing her from his offense, but after looking into her big, brown fearful eyes he released her and ordered her to get out of his sight.

    This was also, funny enough, the last time they saw each other because he got arrested a few weeks later.       Stuck with her pregnancy, Stefani felt burdened. Never the most traditional girl, she wanted an abortion. It was actually her first thought. She didn’t want a baby, she couldn’t support a baby with her money as a waitress, she knew she wasn’t mature enough for a baby.     But, if she got an abortion, Stefani would have never known how to explain that to her mother. So she had little Sal, but thought about killing him frequently. He was a manifestation of her mistakes.       She had thoughts of smothering him when he was an infant. She hoped one day he would be kidnapped, so she wouldn't have to kill him because the thought of going through with it herself made her feel ill. However there came a time when he was six years old where she abandoned him at the park as he played with the other kids.      Sal didn’t notice it until the sun was setting and one by one, parents were telling his playmates it was time to leave. When he realized she was gone, he panicked and tried looking for her. Crying all the while. Meanwhile, Stefani was thinking of telling her family that Sal disappeared from the playground and she couldn't find him. Because surely, by the time the police arrived, he would have been dead or snatched up.      Thankfully, a kind woman found Sal on the street and tracked down his family. To this day, this is one of Sal's traumatizing memories.      As he got older, Stefani was simply a neglectful parent. Enabling him to run the streets, go to the park, she had no interest in what he was doing or who his friends were. Sal gradually noticed this when observing his friends who had smothering mothers who ordered them inside, told them dinner was ready, scolded them for their choices in attire. This is when Sal began to wonder, “why don't I have that?”       Now, Stefani was kind to Sal, sometimes. Sometimes they laughed, had inside jokes, and more often than not Sal felt very protective of her. When Stefani died, she was actually pregnant. Sal was going to be an older brother, and he was very happy about that. They were both happy.       In the present, Sal has no idea how he feels about his mother. It leans towards hatred though. He knows they had their good times, he knows he wanted to murder her killer, but he also remembers all the times she was terrible to him, and he can't forget these times because they massively outweigh the good.      And of course, he never talks about her. At a certain point in his life, he began referring to his aunt as his mother. 

[wardogsong]

"Eve know you're fucking with her favorite? Might wanna be careful before you break his heart, because she's might just put a knife through yours."

"Th'fuck you just say t'me?"

No sooner are words spoken than hands are balled into fists and speaker is fixed in the sight of coldly glaring eyes. There's no easier way to trip what is becoming a much murmured-about temper than to invoke the names of his chosen family. Oh, but there's always one of them-- like Vince Mancino or Gino Deluca with their petty snide comments-- teasing him, shit talking him to his boss, trying to make him feel small when they think his head is held too high.

That they want to sow dissent between himself and Billy feels like it should be no surprise but it feels cruel too. Billy had been so lucky-- a luck he sorely needed when Sal took him in and made him his son. What kinda asshole would want to tarnish that? Why? Because he's not Sal's blood-- he'll never be that, or rank above the old man's natural children but he IS his SON. And not for the first time Frankie feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him over the other boy.

If he has to fight a grown man about him, he will. But his old man has long been teaching him about the time to use his hands and the time to use his words instead.

"I must have some shit in my ears-- because it SOUNDED like you were being real casual with MRS. SCOZZARI'S name. It SOUNDED... like you might be implying violent and uncouth things about her. And I know that we've come further along in understanding than that. So... so it must be me."

"Now... tell me again what you said."

[bluuxriising]

Do you ever think of the Scozzari?

She glanced over her shoulder at the faceless entity, a smile in her dark eyes. "Every single day." Bluu turned her attention back to the landscape she'd been painting, reaching out to run a fingertip over a stream of water swirling around a rock in its path. "Papa Sal would have loved this piece of art." Running water was difficult to execute because you had to convey motion and energy and capture the play of light on the surface.

Water that wasn't muddy took its color from its surroundings; it would look blue under a clear sky, green in the shadow of a mountain, dull on a gray day. She had spent years painting the sea and never tired of it because the water was always different. Different. That's what her life had become without her mother, her father...her siblings. Bluu's heart clenched, and her eyes lowered. "It's hard not to think of them when you're living on the edge of the world alone." Her shoulders tensed, and she ran a hand through her hair. "I..I wish I could go home," she confessed.

[xiasgone]

A Big Revision to Sal’s Backstory RE: His Parents

Stefani Scozzari was eighteen years old when she gave birth to Salvatore. His father, Franco Custonaci, was nineteen. They were never married, and Stefani’s parents abhorred him.

Abiding by the timeline of regular Sal ( who is 90s-centric ) the two were introduced to one another through musical means. Franco was a drums musician for a small-time jazz band, Stefani behaved as vocals for the band and in doing so, she was temporarily replacing the previous singer who was pregnant.

Stefani and Franco did not get along at first, although there was an abundance of sexual tension between them that resulted in Sal’s conception. Stefani dropped all her youthful, bright-eyed dreams to care for Sal ( a baby she did not want ) and Franco was forced to put away the drums and provide for Sal ( a baby he also did not wish to have. )

So, to support Stefani and Sal, he began doing various odd jobs for the local crime family in their borough, the Cannizzaro’s. Ultimately tending to illegal activity became more of a means for him to stay away from home and avoid parental responsibilities rather than being a morally-gray means to an end. 

He and Stefani regularly cheated on one another. Franco’s reasoning was that Stefani didn’t want to have sex anymore, she was ‘robbing him of his twenties,’ and other lines of that nature. Stefani’s reasoning was that Franco was already cheating on her with women she hated, so she was doing it back to him. Their relationship was so dysfunctional that as a toddler Sal called him by his first name. But nonetheless, they still stuck together throughout their early twenties and had another kid, Rosaria.

They were somewhat more prepared for Rosaria than Sal, and Franco surprisingly had an extremely favorable bias towards her than Sal. But, just like her older brother, she was referring to her dad on a first-name basis. ( This was due to Sal’s influence. ) 

Franco never rose to prominence in the Cannizzaro Family. No, he got sloppy. Did jail time and became a gambling addict who borrowed money for the mob on the regular. Ultimately he and Stefani went their separate ways when Sal was nine years old and Rosie was seven. He avoided his kids, for the most part, but was always visible around town whether it be drinking at the bar across the street from his apartment, courting new women, or buying lottery tickets. Sal developed a deep resentment towards him, and also wondered why couldn’t he have a regular dad like everyone else. Stefani would always try to get Sal not to worry about it, but there were still social stigmas slung on him for who his father was.

Franco secretly did care about his kids though. He often bought Rosie ice cream during secret meet-ups, where he asked her for information on the men Stefani was seeing. He would watch them walk to school. He would watch Sal’s baseball games from afar. But when Stefani died, he didn’t take either of them in. This was because he knew he had nothing to offer them and he figured in a worst-case scenario, they would be used as leverage against him for all his debts.

As for Stefani, he always had a soft spot for her despite the fact they were horrible to each other. He liked the fact she would literally fight him, cuss him out, and embarrass him in public if he did wrong by her. And sure, they cheated on one another, but their sexual relationship never ended once she kicked him out. She was a “strong woman” in his eyes, and he’s never met anyone quite like her again. Of course, none of this is healthy but that was love in his mind. 

In Sal’s canon, he murders his father to secure a spot in the Cannizzaro Family. In Sal’s millennial verse, he does not murder his father because he is not mafia affiliated. So in that verse, their relationship remains very complex. They mutually use one another for their own gain. They’ve spent time in prison together. They’ve fought in prison, but also defended each other in prison. Sal’s terrified of being a father because he has Franco’s genes.

It’s awful stuff. 😔

[deloresisout]

So like, when Nick received family visitation in juvie, he had to deal with Louis going: ‘ :))) Guess what? I’m a lion scout!!’ this was in addition to knowing that Louis and Sal go on adventures geared around his baby brother’s scouting. And I’m not gonna say he feels jealous but - 

he definitely thought,

‘ :/ damn I never went camping with dad.’

[streetsofsecretswegone]

When it comes to his sisters, Louis tends to be smothered in affection. Well, Bianca shamelessly gives him love while Cassandra gives tough(ish) love. Like, “I love you, ya lil dumbass ://” The affection (and invasiveness) of his older sisters becomes too much for him to handle, easily. At the end of the day, they’re treating him like a baby. Then, when it comes to Nick, Louis is overwhelmed and agitated by his long-winded stories of how things use to be when he was ‘running Brooklyn.’ But more than that, I’m realizing Nick and Louis are different in so many ways (that partially stems from the age gap between them). 

Nick is a very traditional guy, even in regards to Catholicism. He takes midnight mass seriously during the holidays and potentially uses the confessional as a form of therapy (without disclosing his bloody information, ofc) Meanwhile, Louis doesn’t believe in Christianity. He believes in higher beings, spirits, demons, etc. and he doesn’t believe that one religion is right while all others are supposedly wrong.

Nick A L W A Y S tries to install traditional beliefs into Louis. More than that, he wants Louis to take certain matters seriously. And Louis always thinks to himself, “no.”