He never seemed like a rookie, and Buccellati always treated him like a trusted partner, not a subordinate. Giorno insists they were even partners, but truth is...Buccellati was working for Giorno.
November 4, 2026 at 12:50 PM
He never seemed like a rookie, and Buccellati always treated him like a trusted partner, not a subordinate. Giorno insists they were even partners, but truth is...Buccellati was working for Giorno.
When Buccellati had scouted Fugo, he'd told him he had no shot at rehabilitation. Yet here Buccellati was, holding up a groundless, foolish moral choice as if it was worth fighting for – even though that fight would surely lead to his destruction.
November 5, 2026 at 3:43 PM
When Buccellati had scouted Fugo, he'd told him he had no shot at rehabilitation. Yet here Buccellati was, holding up a groundless, foolish moral choice as if it was worth fighting for – even though that fight would surely lead to his destruction.
He had placed his faith in Buccellati. He knew Buccellati's decisions were usually correct, and believed that what was good for Buccellati was good for him. That was no longer true.
November 3, 2026 at 11:26 AM
He had placed his faith in Buccellati. He knew Buccellati's decisions were usually correct, and believed that what was good for Buccellati was good for him. That was no longer true.
In a sense, Buccellati was late to the party. Everyone else on the team had changed their lives when they met him, but Buccellati himself had no such turning point...until he met that boy.
November 2, 2026 at 8:20 AM
In a sense, Buccellati was late to the party. Everyone else on the team had changed their lives when they met him, but Buccellati himself had no such turning point...until he met that boy.
Fugo stood up. This was their signal; when Buccellati wanted to be left alone, he would ask his men to put a record on. They were to leave as soon as it started. "Bitches Brew?" This was Buccellati's favorite. But Buccellati shook his head. "No. Make it Elevator to the Gallows."
November 3, 2026 at 2:56 PM
Fugo stood up. This was their signal; when Buccellati wanted to be left alone, he would ask his men to put a record on. They were to leave as soon as it started. "Bitches Brew?" This was Buccellati's favorite. But Buccellati shook his head. "No. Make it Elevator to the Gallows."
Sheila E's eyes were the same as Narancia's had been. Narancia... He hadn't always been that way. His faith in Buccellati was not earned overnight.
November 3, 2026 at 1:20 AM
Sheila E's eyes were the same as Narancia's had been. Narancia... He hadn't always been that way. His faith in Buccellati was not earned overnight.
Buccellati had gone out to investigate, and come back talking about a boy he'd never mentioned before, saying that he might be one of them soon. Fugo and the others had not been able to hide their surprise.
November 1, 2026 at 11:15 PM
Buccellati had gone out to investigate, and come back talking about a boy he'd never mentioned before, saying that he might be one of them soon. Fugo and the others had not been able to hide their surprise.
"…............" Fugo felt as if he had just now understood, for the first time, why Buccellati had decided to put his life in this boy's hands. He felt this not in his head, but in his heart. "Gio..."
November 5, 2026 at 6:17 AM
"…............" Fugo felt as if he had just now understood, for the first time, why Buccellati had decided to put his life in this boy's hands. He felt this not in his head, but in his heart. "Gio..."
⚜️ NOVEMBER ⚜️
Bruno Buccellati is not like other girls. He has a whole ass bathroom (that became the norm in the late Victorian era 60 years later), build in style with Japanese examples - no doubt Tomoko's impact.
I'll post the diary snippet once Ao3 is up, or you can read it on tumblr.
#butlerAU
Bruno Buccellati is not like other girls. He has a whole ass bathroom (that became the norm in the late Victorian era 60 years later), build in style with Japanese examples - no doubt Tomoko's impact.
I'll post the diary snippet once Ao3 is up, or you can read it on tumblr.
#butlerAU
November 6, 2026 at 9:20 AM
⚜️ NOVEMBER ⚜️
Bruno Buccellati is not like other girls. He has a whole ass bathroom (that became the norm in the late Victorian era 60 years later), build in style with Japanese examples - no doubt Tomoko's impact.
I'll post the diary snippet once Ao3 is up, or you can read it on tumblr.
#butlerAU
Bruno Buccellati is not like other girls. He has a whole ass bathroom (that became the norm in the late Victorian era 60 years later), build in style with Japanese examples - no doubt Tomoko's impact.
I'll post the diary snippet once Ao3 is up, or you can read it on tumblr.
#butlerAU
That didn't sound like him at all. Buccellati had scouted him, counted on him to stay calm, pick the logical option, minimize loses. No, wait...wait... The wheels were spinning now. Why hadn't he been able to get on the boat?
November 6, 2026 at 9:17 AM
That didn't sound like him at all. Buccellati had scouted him, counted on him to stay calm, pick the logical option, minimize loses. No, wait...wait... The wheels were spinning now. Why hadn't he been able to get on the boat?
Fugo looked hastily around. Narancia and Abbacchio had turned into dolls as well. Lifeless, empty husks, sitting frozen in one position. "What the...?" "You're locked in," Buccellati said, quietly. But it wasn't Buccellati's voice. It was an old man's voice.
November 6, 2026 at 12:13 AM
Fugo looked hastily around. Narancia and Abbacchio had turned into dolls as well. Lifeless, empty husks, sitting frozen in one position. "What the...?" "You're locked in," Buccellati said, quietly. But it wasn't Buccellati's voice. It was an old man's voice.
Fugo looked hastily around. Narancia and Abbacchio had turned into dolls as well. Lifeless, empty husks, sitting frozen in one position. "What the...?" "You're locked in," Buccellati said, quietly. But it wasn't Buccellati's voice. It was an old man's voice.
November 4, 2026 at 9:38 PM
Fugo looked hastily around. Narancia and Abbacchio had turned into dolls as well. Lifeless, empty husks, sitting frozen in one position. "What the...?" "You're locked in," Buccellati said, quietly. But it wasn't Buccellati's voice. It was an old man's voice.
In a sense, Buccellati was late to the party. Everyone else on the team had changed their lives when they met him, but Buccellati himself had no such turning point...until he met that boy.
October 31, 2026 at 2:41 PM
In a sense, Buccellati was late to the party. Everyone else on the team had changed their lives when they met him, but Buccellati himself had no such turning point...until he met that boy.
Buccellati was promoted to take his place, and they were given the job of guarding Trish – details like the Luka inquiry slipped by the wayside. But thinking back on it...
November 1, 2026 at 10:16 PM
Buccellati was promoted to take his place, and they were given the job of guarding Trish – details like the Luka inquiry slipped by the wayside. But thinking back on it...
"No, they never entered my mind. I simply couldn't forgive him. Or anything else." "Hmm..." Buccellati put his hand to his chin, thinking. "If you end up in the home, what'll happen to you?"
November 2, 2026 at 7:42 PM
"No, they never entered my mind. I simply couldn't forgive him. Or anything else." "Hmm..." Buccellati put his hand to his chin, thinking. "If you end up in the home, what'll happen to you?"
"I gotta admit...you may have been right. I mean, Buccellati kicked the bucket. You didn't come with, so you survived. I only survived because I'm a super lucky mega-nice guy born under a blessed star, but you didn't have that to fall back on.
November 4, 2026 at 4:50 PM
"I gotta admit...you may have been right. I mean, Buccellati kicked the bucket. You didn't come with, so you survived. I only survived because I'm a super lucky mega-nice guy born under a blessed star, but you didn't have that to fall back on.
When I was selling a lot of it years ago, I did make some astounding finds.
My best was (also Goodwill) a solid pave diamond and white gold signed by MARIO BUCCELLATI in a $6.00 bag.
Sold that for a tidy 4 figure sum.
My best was (also Goodwill) a solid pave diamond and white gold signed by MARIO BUCCELLATI in a $6.00 bag.
Sold that for a tidy 4 figure sum.
October 30, 2026 at 6:55 PM
When I was selling a lot of it years ago, I did make some astounding finds.
My best was (also Goodwill) a solid pave diamond and white gold signed by MARIO BUCCELLATI in a $6.00 bag.
Sold that for a tidy 4 figure sum.
My best was (also Goodwill) a solid pave diamond and white gold signed by MARIO BUCCELLATI in a $6.00 bag.
Sold that for a tidy 4 figure sum.
That didn't sound like him at all. Buccellati had scouted him, counted on him to stay calm, pick the logical option, minimize loses. No, wait...wait... The wheels were spinning now. Why hadn't he been able to get on the boat?
November 2, 2026 at 10:55 AM
That didn't sound like him at all. Buccellati had scouted him, counted on him to stay calm, pick the logical option, minimize loses. No, wait...wait... The wheels were spinning now. Why hadn't he been able to get on the boat?
He had not been wrong. Buccellati had continued to solidify his position in the syndicate, getting better and better at dealing with the contradictions involved. He need not have worried. So why was he remembering the look in his eyes?
November 2, 2026 at 1:47 AM
He had not been wrong. Buccellati had continued to solidify his position in the syndicate, getting better and better at dealing with the contradictions involved. He need not have worried. So why was he remembering the look in his eyes?
If this was like the turtle Diavolo had given Buccellati, a way to completely hide themselves from pursuit...they were done for. They'd never catch them. Without Murolo's cards, they'd have no leads at all.
November 1, 2026 at 7:46 AM
If this was like the turtle Diavolo had given Buccellati, a way to completely hide themselves from pursuit...they were done for. They'd never catch them. Without Murolo's cards, they'd have no leads at all.
Come to think of it, Giorno volunteered to take Trish to the boss. Abbacchio objected, and Buccellati wound up taking her...maybe we should have let Giorno go. If he'd managed to win, maybe none of this would ever have happened.
November 1, 2026 at 5:31 PM
Come to think of it, Giorno volunteered to take Trish to the boss. Abbacchio objected, and Buccellati wound up taking her...maybe we should have let Giorno go. If he'd managed to win, maybe none of this would ever have happened.
"You're...Vladimir Kocaqi?" "You're in a dream. A dream you'll never wake from." Wrinkled began appearing on Buccellati's face. He was aging rapidly. Fugo reached out, but Buccellati was drifting quickly away.
November 1, 2026 at 5:45 AM
"You're...Vladimir Kocaqi?" "You're in a dream. A dream you'll never wake from." Wrinkled began appearing on Buccellati's face. He was aging rapidly. Fugo reached out, but Buccellati was drifting quickly away.
Because nobody had expected him to. Who hadn't expected him to? Buccellati. But Buccellati had told them to get on the boat... No. No, he didn't say that.
October 29, 2026 at 10:52 PM
Because nobody had expected him to. Who hadn't expected him to? Buccellati. But Buccellati had told them to get on the boat... No. No, he didn't say that.
He hoped his words would make him rethink things. "Fugo's right, Buccellati," Abbacchio said. "What you're doing is suiсide. No matter where you run, no place will be safe." Yes, Fugo thought. Keep talking like this. Maybe he'll change his mind.
November 1, 2026 at 2:31 PM
He hoped his words would make him rethink things. "Fugo's right, Buccellati," Abbacchio said. "What you're doing is suiсide. No matter where you run, no place will be safe." Yes, Fugo thought. Keep talking like this. Maybe he'll change his mind.
That didn't sound like him at all. Buccellati had scouted him, counted on him to stay calm, pick the logical option, minimize loses. No, wait...wait... The wheels were spinning now. Why hadn't he been able to get on the boat?
October 31, 2026 at 4:13 PM
That didn't sound like him at all. Buccellati had scouted him, counted on him to stay calm, pick the logical option, minimize loses. No, wait...wait... The wheels were spinning now. Why hadn't he been able to get on the boat?