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an independent and semi-selective blog for a Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OC. dark themes will be present. +18 and up.

a study in: justice vs law, found family, the bad bitch, what it means to be at the very top when most want to see you fall, the dynamics of blood ties, the relationship between daughter and parent, what it means to love deeply and hate even more.

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she's stretched out under him on the large beach blanket, naked as the day she was born; the heat of her arousal for this man kept the chilliness from bothering her. the sky above was clear, with not a single cloud to block either the countless stars or the nearly full moon. the waves rolled, splashing against the sandy shore, the only real sound to be heard; they were on the small cove at the bottom of the palazzo so this was a given.

one hand lay flat over his chest where once there was a heartbeat. the other reached up to cup his cheek, the pad of her thumb running along his bottom lip. "then... what are you waiting for?"

dario zeppeli. 81. 6'2". likes cat naps in the sun, a strong coffee, and his wife's smile. dislikes slackers, pickles, and modern architecture. former don of the zeppeli family; still commands great respect. not as scary as you think he is once you get to know him. hamon user.

beatrice zeppeli. 79. 5'5". likes afternoon tea, playing the piano, and the opera. dislikes messiness, unnecessary violence, and sour foods. the wife of dario; some claim she was the true power behind the scenes during her husband's reign. a kind, strong woman. a master sharp shooter.

dante zeppeli. 39. 6'2". likes dogs, sleeping, and when the day is relatively stress-free ( it is, in fact, never stress-free). dislikes fucking paperwork, incompetence, and when someone takes a romantic interest in his cousin. the son of dario's younger sister, giada. the current underboss and the one bianca trusts the most in the world (next to her grandparents). hamon user.

vincent galilei. 60. 6'3". dario's consigliere, now bianca's. knows the law inside out and backward (in italy and other countries). cool under pressure. manages all of zeppeli's legal financial interests. stand user.

tommaso "tommy" granita. 24. 5'11". enjoys chess and mathematics. capo of chiaia. rumored to be related to the zeppeli's consigliere but nothing is confirmed. hamon user.

tira "titi" misu. 23. 5'5". capo of san ferdinando. likes collecting earrings. enjoys tea at the end of a long day. originally worked at one of zeppeli's brothels; intervened during an assassination attempt while the don was visiting nd saved bianca's life. stand user.

giotto "toto" panetone. 29. 5'10". collects keyboards. capo of arenella and the intelligence squad. the watchers and gatherers. this squad knows things before the government does and knows things the government wishes they didn't. stand user.

petrarca "pet" affogato. 25. 6'. capo of vomero. a true playboy and lady's man who enjoys collecting perfume. he and leo have beef, much to bianca's dismay. hamon user.

donatello "dona" ricotti. 31. 5'11". capo of pianura and search and recovery. when there seems to be no hope or the government fails to find a missing (or stolen) loved one, sometimes one needs those who can move where the police cannot or aren't willing to. often partners with the intelligence squad. stand user.

michelangelo "mich" pomodori. 28. 6'1". a self-proclaimed foodie. capo of soccavo and the demolition squad. the heavy hitters, when brawn is needed above everything else... or a good distraction. stand user.

raphael "raph" scacci. 30. 6' capo of Bagnoli and the assassination squad. a group who moves in the shadows of napoli. once bianca issues a hit, the target is already dead; it's just a matter of when they stop breathing. stand user.

Hotel Beatrice, the second of its name, is located in an early 20th century building between 73rd and 74th streets on Broadway. Described as a “symbol an era of opulence and elegance” the building has 300 suites and 1,200 rooms. There is an Olympic sized indoor pool connected to a fully operational spa. Two restaurants, a lounge, a handful of boutiques, a full service dry cleaners, and a daycare for both patrons and staff that operates seven days a week, 6am to 10pm.

All vaulted ceilings, carved marble, and gold. Silk and lace and velvet.

The proprietor of this hotel, named after Beatrice Zeppeli, is Bianca Zeppeli, Beatrice’s granddaughter. She ran a tight ship, so to speak, and expected the best out of her team, out of herself. Which is why, when the reports and complaints started to roll in, Bianca was both concerned and quite frankly, confused.

Given the age of the building, it was expected to have some creaks and groans, no matter how well-maintained it was. But the reports spoke of the unexplainable; it wasn’t that unusual as there had always been such reports now and then over the years, nothing really of note. Until recently, that is.

Reports and complaints of elevators jerking unexpectedly before slamming the riders to the floor of the elevator. Slamming doors, unexplained screams, people waking in the night to scratches on their bodies, and ominous shadows. Several months passed, and activities grew in severity.

Bianca lived in the hotel herself, residing in one of the suites. She sat behind her desk, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling. She just wanted a moment of peace. Yet something told her to look down and sure enough, hovering just above the surface of her large desk, her fountain pen. There was a heartbeat of silence. Two. And then she threw herself to the side, toppling out of her chair as the pen seemed to launch itself at her, pointy tip aimed between her eyes. It slammed into the map on the wall behind her.

She stared in silent horror for a long moment before getting back to her feet, lifting her fallen chair with trembling hands. However, as she reached for the business card partly sticking from beneath the phone, her hands had steadied themselves. The card came from a frequent guest, a recommendation for something similar they had dealt with in the past themselves.

Ghostbusters.

She can only hope they can help her.

Unlike Cosa Nostra, the Camorra is not an organization that can be separated from society, disciplined in court, or even quite defined. It's an amorphous grouping in Naples and its hinterlands of more than 100 autonomous clans and perhaps 10,000 immediate associates, along with a much larger population of dependents, clients, and friends. It's an understanding, a way of justice, a means of creating wealth and spreading it around. It's been a part of life in Naples for centuries- far longer than the fragile construct called Italy has even existed. At its strongest, it has grown in recent years into a completely parallel world and, in many people's minds, an alternative to the Italian government, whatever that term may actually mean. Neapolitans call it "the system" with both resignation and pride. The Camorra offers them work, lends them money, protects them from the government, and even suppresses street crime. The problem is that periodically the Camorra also tries to tear itself apart, and when that happens, ordinary Neapolitans need to duck.

The Camorra's influence extends to Italian politics at all levels, from local to national. Historically, it's engaged in vote-buying, intimidation, and other forms of corruption to secure political power and influence decision-making. Its involvement in politics also extends to the judiciary, with judges and prosecutors being targeted for assassination or intimidation. When it comes to the economy, the Camorra's role is significant, with estimates suggesting that organized crime accounts for around 25% of the country's GDP. It's involved in a variety of illegal activities, including drug trafficking, extortion, money laundering, and prostitution; however not every Camorra gang participates in every illegal activity. The Camorra's control over certain areas of Naples has allowed it to exert influence over legitimate businesses, with some forced to pay protection money to the Camorra in order to operate. Within Neapolitan society as a whole, the Camorra has been known to provide social services in areas underserved by the government, while causing the perpetuation of poverty and social inequality in other places, much like a double-edged sword.

❝ come here, ❞   he says, beckoning to her with an outstretched, bloodied palm.   ❝ i have a surprise for you. ❞

( // had the sudden urge to throw pb dio at you 👀 he's up to something nefarious)

She looks up from the book she's consuming, curled up on the squishy armchair, a blanket over her lap. She knew he was close, and could feel him long before he spoke, she just couldn't pinpoint where exactly in the dark he lurked. She's never alone in the castle, not truly. There are eyes and ears and fangs everywhere... though only one pair of fangs dared to pierce her skin.