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boinurmom13 · 11 months
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🍝🍔☕🎄💘 for Bo, please
spaghetti- favorite food
ironically, spaghetti IS his favorite food, but only when he makes it and it has the long noodles and a low chunk sauce.
his other favorite is loaded baked potato soup
burger- good at cooking?
hes aight at cooking. its definitely nothing special, but he can feed the people he cooks for and theyd enjoy it.
coffee- pref for hot beverage?
bo hates coffee and tea. fucking despises it. has only ever drunken his coffee overly sweet with a shitlosd of creamer and sugar (so he cant taste the coffee)
BUT. he does drink hot chocolate. preferably with whipped cream and mint, but standing alone works fine too.
christmas tree- favorite holiday?
halloween. take one good look at him and tell me his fav holiday ISNT halloween. its the only holiday he decorates for, and through the whole month of octoober leading up he dresses in clothes relating to halloween and watches horror movies ONLY. even the food he cooks is halloween themed.
heart with arrow- most important person to him
probably allan. sounds sad, considering its mostly one sided. on the other hand, amelia was pretty damn important to him. changed his whole life course because of her death, actually.
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goolden · 1 year
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le gioie della vita
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kattartsblog · 1 year
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Rated: M
Warnings: Angst, Implied Depression, Swearing, and Death
The year is 2009, Ilona travels to Sardinia to get some closure on Risotto’s death.
Soaring through the sky above the Tyrrhenian sea, Ilona looked out of the window to see the island of Sardinia down below. Giorno sat across from them and had a worried expression on his face. “Are you going to be ok?” Giorno asked. “I’m not entirely sure.'' Ilona said hesitantly. Radicchio held Ilona’s paw, “You sure you don’t want us to come with you?”
“Yeah, it’s more of a me thing. But, I appreciate you guys worrying so much about me.” Ilona replied. Radicchio and Mostaccioli felt a sense of unease from Ilona, as the small plane touched down in the Olbia airport. “We’ll send you a text and meet you at the hotel.” Mostaccioli shouted. Ilona waved goodbye to their companions and followed Mista and Giorno as they went to steal a cab.
Mista found a black Alfa Romero 159 and began to hijack it. As soon as Giorno came closer to the car’s driver seat, he stopped him in his tracks. “Oh no you don’t, boss with all due respect, I’ll be driving you.”
“Guido, it’s fine. Allow me-“ Mista shook his head, “You may have your license, but I’m not going to let you drive me into a body of water like you did on our way to Venezia. What if you traumatize poor Ilona even more!?” Giorno smiled and gave a sweet warm chuckle, “You’re still hung up about that, ok ok. I won’t drive.” Ilona had no clue what they were referring to but they supposed it was an inside joke. However it sounded familiar. As soon as Mista was done tampering with the wires, he opened the front door of the car and unlocked the other doors. Giorno sat next to Ilona in the back seat.
“Can’t believe it’s been 8 years.” Mista said as he started the car. Giorno hummed in agreement and then turned to Ilona. They felt an uncomfortable tightness in their chest. “Ilona. Do you perchance know where in Sardinia Risotto was heading?” Giorno questioned. Ilona looked out the window, then answered with unsureness. “Sort of, I think it was Costa something?” Mista almost pressed the gas pedal in shock, he realized what place Ilona was referring to. “Costa Smeralda, just up north of here.” Giorno said firmly, chills ran up Mista’s spine as he put the car in drive. The ride there was tense, Mista and Giorno knew that it was the same place Diavolo was born. But it was also the same place where their close traveling companion, Leone Abbacchio, had been brutally murdered.
They finally made it all the way up north of the island. Parking the car near the side of the road near the bottom of a cliff. They see a small patch of dandelions and an old stone pillar. Both Mista and Giorno were visibly uncomfortable at the site of this place. All of the memories of that day flooded back to them. Ilona began slowly walking around the beach, like a cat stalking their prey, lightly stepping around the patch of flowers. They turned back to see Mista and Giorno still standing in the same spots as when they arrived. “Hey, um… is there something you guys aren’t telling me?” Giorno hesitated to say anything but Mista finally broke the silence. “Do you remember meeting a guy named Leone Abbacchio?”
Ilona thought about it for a moment before remembering seeing the white haired, tall goth man once accompining Bruno. “Vaguely, I never spoke with him much.” Ilona answered. Mista pointed at the flower patch, “Well, this was where he was killed. We came to find him a few minutes too late.” Mista tried to hold back his emotions, Giorno placed a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. Ilona was shocked, no wonder they had felt so disturbed by this place. But now, a new question arose. “Why were you guys here?” Ilona asked. “What?” Giorno replied, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t mean to pry but, I’d like to know why you guys here.” Mista looked at Giorno and then answered, “After we betrayed la familigia, we heard that the boss grew up here. So we went to search for him.”
Ilona’s eyes widened, they remembered that Risotto told them what he had been planning, avenge La Squadra by confronting Diavolo. This means that if Abbacchio had died here, then so did Risotto. Ilona’s heart began to beat fast, thinking of the possibilities. As if a light switch flipped on in their mind, they realized a horrible detail. “What day was it when he died?!” Ilona asked in a frantic tone, “It couldn’t be a coincidence if he-“
“Ilona, take a breath. Relax for a second.” Giorno said, Ilona took a deep breath and sat on the ground. Mista sat next to them, “Chill out. What is going through your mind?” Ilona looked down at their paws, “Risotto left for Sardinia 3 days after Ghiaccio died. If he came here… then maybe-”
“Are you implying that both Risotto and Abbacchio died on the same day in the same place?” Mista interrupted, Ilona nodded. “You’re kidding!?”
“I think they might be right, it wouldn’t be out of the question.” Giorno replied, “Maybe there’s something up higher on that cliff?”
The three of them trekked up to search for anything significant, they only found strange rock formations on the side of a road. There was no way they could find any clues from 8 years ago. Just then, Ilona saw something in the corner of the eye. A dusty golden, circular ornament with the letter R engraved on it. This was from Risotto’s hat, Ilona could recognise this thing anywhere! But where’s the rest of the hat? Ilona brought the hat charm to show Giorno and Mista, “Look, he was here! I can’t believe it! Risotto wore this hat everywhere and it had these charms on it. If we could find the rest of the hat, maybe we could find his body!”
The two mafiosi looked at Ilona with concern, they must have been desperate to find any trace of their old friends. “May I see that for a moment?” Giorno asked, Ilona nodded and gave the charm to Giorno. Using the powers of his stand, Giorno turned the charm into a sparrow and made it fly away. Ilona grew red in the face, “What the hell was that for?! Turn it back!” Mista knew what was happening and tried to calm Ilona down, “Ilona, chill man! Giorno will turn it back after we find the hat. For now, follow that bird!” They followed the bird a little down the way, there they saw a torn up hat. It had dried up blood stains, multiple bullet holes in it, and was practically a shred of dusty cloth with more of the rusted ornaments tied to the bottom of the hat.
Ilona knelt down and gingerly picked up the shreds of the hat. He was here, this was his final resting ground alright. Gulping air, Ilona tried to hold back the tears that started slowly falling from their face. Giorno and Mista were reminded how Narancia reacted to Abbachio’s death and his raw emotions bubbling over. Ilona stood up and slowly walked past Giorno and Mista, gripping onto the hat tightly. They followed them to the dandelion patch where Ilona placed a rock with the hat underneath it. Ilona placed the broken off charm in their pocket and petted the rock. Ilona sat there for a little bit, it felt like time was standing still until Ilona had spoken.
“Risotto, I just want to tell you that I’m ok and I kept my promise. You and the team believed in me, in your own way. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this sooner but… grazie, for everything.” The ocean’s breeze made a sound that sounded like a whisper, it was as if Ilona’s prayer had been answered. The salty sent of the wind reminded Ilona of those happy memories they had shared with La Squadra. The sea’s breeze flew past Giorno and Mista, they too had heard a whisper that sounded familiar to only them. They turned to face the ocean, there on the horizon was the sun setting a golden hue where the sky met the sea. Ilona stood up from their spot and wiped their tears, “You guys ready to go?” They sniffled, Giorno looked at Ilona who still looked like they were going to cry.
“Yes I think we-“ suddenly Mista interrupted Giorno in a burst of tears. For the first time since they’ve known each other, Mista had never cried in front of Giorno. “Mista, calm down!”
“Sorry, it was a very touching sentiment. It reminded me of that one scene from “The Bridges of Madison County”. I cried a bit during that scene, where the mother Fransessca couldn’t find her husband and found out that he died 3 years prior.” Mista ran to hug Ilona, squishing their face to his chest. “It’s ok Ilona, you’ll find someone who can be the Clint Eastwood to your Meryl Streep!”
“Mista, my ribs.” Mista realized what he was doing and loosened his grip, “ Sorry about that.”
“I think we’re ready to leave too, right Mista?” Giorno asked, Mista nodded in agreement and the 3 of them walked back to the car.
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philoursmars · 2 years
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Marseille. Au MuCEM côté fort Saint-Jean, mini-expo sous forme d’abécédaire : “Une Autre Italie”
-  ex-voto en argent - Calabre, 1950
- ex-voto en cire - Calabre, 1950
- lampe à huile - Campanie, fin XIXe s.
- mostaccioli, biscuits ex-voto - Calabre
- collier de harnais - Campanie, XIXe s.
- costume de pénitent - Campanie, 1975
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If a catgirl made pasta, it’d be called nyah-staccioli
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srperro · 4 months
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Alfredo Mostaccioli
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With a rich, creamy white sauce made of cream, Parmesan, and fresh parsley, mostaccioli, or penne pasta, is served.
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Recipe for Mostaccioli Salad The pasta shape known as tubular mostaccioli is perfect for pasta salads. In this salad, pasta is combined with pimentos, onion, cucumber, and a tangy dressing.
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hartmanclay · 7 months
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Canning and Preserving - Pickled Mostaccioli Marinated pasta in a sweet and sour sauce. Can be made ahead and will last up to two weeks. Our family loves this recipes. Great for BBQ parties or any family event.
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logankruidenier · 7 months
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Pickled Mostaccioli Sweet and sour sauced pasta that has been marinated. can be prepared in advance and keeps for up to two weeks. This recipe is a favorite in our family. Excellent for family gatherings or BBQ parties.
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simpsonjulianna · 7 months
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European - Miles of Mozzarella Baked Mostaccioli Mostaccioli pasta is baked with a hearty meat sauce and miles of mozzarella cheese for a cheesy, Italian-inspired meal.
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graphicallydelicious · 7 months
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Alfredo Mostaccioli Mostaccioli, or penne pasta, is tossed with a rich, creamy white sauce of cream, Parmesan and fresh parsley. 1/8 teaspoon garlic powder, 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese, 1 cup heavy cream, 1 cup chopped fresh parsley, 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, 1 package mostaccioli, 1/2 cup butter, 1 teaspoon salt
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metaphysical-research · 8 months
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Easy Baked Mostaccioli This super easy pasta bake with mostaccioli, ground beef, store-bought pasta sauce, and 2 types of cheeses is comfort food at its best!
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cassandracainxxx · 8 months
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Mostaccioli Salad The pasta shape known as tubular mostaccioli is perfect for pasta salads. In this salad, pasta is combined with pimentos, onion, cucumber, and a tangy dressing.
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kattartsblog · 2 years
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The Rival Duo
Ever since the day when their comrades died, they swore revenge against Ilona. However, eventually their relationship began what was a thirst for revenge to an almost comedic routine of cat and mouse.
Originally they were just going to be one off characters from an old idea on how to retell Ilona’s backstory, but I grew to like them a lot.
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guillaumesavoye · 8 months
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Recipe for Mexican Mostaccioli Ground beef, stewed tomatoes, pasta, and picante sauce combine with Mexican-style cheese for a comforting dinner. 1.5 cups shredded Mexican-style cheese, 1 can stewed tomatoes with juice, 1 pound ground beef, 1 package mostaccioli pasta, 1 jar picante sauce
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