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weimar 2023

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A Slice of Heaven: The Ultimate Times Square Pizza Guide!

Times Square Pizza Guide - Urbanchats

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Pizza rat 🍕🐁

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The chef

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The Pizza Delivery Girl's Survival Guide to Gotham City Update

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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Summary:

People who lived outside of Gotham City would most often think of it in terms of its heroes and villains. About Batman and Robin, Joker and Harley Quinn.

People who actually live in Gotham City would only think of one thing: surviving.

Who cares about the people in costumes when your house has been bombed for the fifth time, or your wife has been taken hostage just because she worked in a bank?

Or, in your case, when you have to make regular deliveries to places where even Batman feared to tread?

Because let's face it. In a world full of superheroes and costumed villains, the real heroes are the ones who make sure that people get their pizzas in forty-five minutes or less.

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You paused on the bridge that hung high above the Burrow, and for the first time in your life, you felt a terror was so great that it made your throat close.

Gotham City had never looked so beautiful. From such a height, the burning neon lights looked like stars. 

But above your head, the sky looked pitch black. It made you think of the bodies that would sometimes wash up on Gotham Bay’s shores, black and bloated with rot. It made you think of  the shadows of inmates in the asylum, their voices like the skittering of insects, rising and falling as you passed them by.

It made you think of the night Timothy Young died, and you wondered that if, back then, there had been light enough that he saw the shadow of a monster fall over him. 

You wondered if he had time to understand what was happening, before he started against the concrete below. And then decided decided that it didn’t matter: you would understand If Francine Langstrom came for you, you would know. 

You would understand what was happening to you before you hit the ground. 

Your skull splitting open, the pink-grey ropes of your brain scattering on the concrete. And the thousand pictures that follow. Your death turned into a spectacle and a profit.

Just like Tim Young’s.

The thought made you freeze. You were standing in front of one of the many wooden bridges that connected the rooftops of abandoned buildings. The Burrow’s infamous floating night market. Set up by dusk and torn down by dawn, only to rise up again the next night, the floating night market was one of the Burrow’s main attractions. A bustling collection of kiosks made out of cheap plywood and tarpaulin, it was said that you could find anything there, so long as you didn’t ask too many questions: cheap phones, likely stolen from someone off the street, fake licenses, a sample of Bane’s Venom for impatient bodybuilders. It was set high up in the air, amidst the rooftops of many abandoned buildings, connected by a series of rickety wooden bridges.

But now the rooftops were empty. The bridges were falling apart, its wooden planks dangling precariously from their ropes. The empty kiosks had been left to rot in the constant rain. You could even see some of the abandoned merchandise, left behind  in people’s haste to pack up: an old, broken phone, children’s toys hanging forlornly on strings, obviously meant to be prizes in a game, now swelling with rainwater. Mold grew on their cotton bodies like new fur. 

Timothy Young’s death had transformed the Burrows’ floating night market into a ghost town. The thought made you feel a little lonely, picking through the bones of a dead market, looking to find a monster. 

Francine, The voice in your head sounded like Professor Langstrom’s. Her name is Francine Langstrom. 

The buzz of static cut through your thoughts as cleanly as a falling blade. And then Jason’s voice was in your ear.

“Last chance to back out of this.” 

His voice was rough, even taking into account the poor connection and the voice modulators he used. Maybe he was scared, too. The thought eased you somewhat, to know that you were not alone. 

Even through the poor connection, you could hear the strain in his voice. You cast a glance at the direction where he was supposed to be, tried to look for even a hint of him: the faint glow of his helmet, the hulking figure of his silhouette. But you found no sign of him. Still, knowing that he was there made you feel better. 

You raised a hand and hoped that he would not see the way your fingers trembled.  

And waved. 

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Discovery

Leo - part one

Masterpost

Yay, it's finally done!!! After several months!!! :D

Big thanks to @alcadanon for helping me colour! It might never have gotten finished if you hadn't helped. I'll let you do all the colouring for Leo's portion of this comic from now on :3

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the cops suck but the locals are nice, so basically the average city,

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420 1st Ave: Planet Pizza Family Arcade

Cheese is the glue that unites sims and their families around the globe! Come chow down some cheddar by the main stage while the Green Gouda Gang serenade you with their repetitious jams and mechanical moves! Collect enough tickets and exchange it for a super slime slush or a plush prize! Burn off the calories at our all-ages Moon Base Play-place™ after opting in to our biometric data collection program!

stage area inspired by @andrevasims's awesome Bearlybutts Restaurant Arcade !

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(Peppino spaghetti)

Sorry 💀

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Times Square at Night: The City That Never Sleeps Shines with Positive Energy

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clarissa and mark's pizza wedding cake is a chicago deep dish pizza

artist rendition:

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When you're an emotionally-constipated vigilante and your big brother knows exactly what's going on before you do.

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Slums Fanart

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"Please remember to keep on your Happy Helmets during your stay so we can all enjoy your time at Planet Pizza! We're the Green Gouda Gang, and we'd like to remind all of our guests that if aliens ever were real, we would be harmless and treat simkind well. Try our new X-tra Cheez Planet Pie for a family night meal-- make it a deal by adding a jumbo size of our organic Super Slime Slush!"