#pizza noise mafia

[palermok]

let's dance 1/2

[radiopixelctive]

Guys check out my new silly art-style

Also i decided to draw some Peppinos

@bobmirum @frostinepac3 @peppizza-au @viki-arts @xbeih @sillykimiko @ali-flaion @nomorething1

man, i think I'm too generous sometimes.......

[kindcatchan]

A few doodles to practice my new... "style" (thanks pizza tower :D)

(Although I decided not to add it to my headcanon, but the idea is funny) 👇👇👇

A little Russian :D

Approximate translation:

- Stay out of it! - It'll eat you up - *reading 29 forms of ONE word (not all forms are shown in the screenshot)* - CRAP - AAAAAAAAAAA - (Death)

(I don't discourage a person from learning Russian tho. It's just a meme)

[list0k]

Комсомольск - Глаза (прилипли) @bobmirum Здравствуйте, друзья, битые осколки Забытый сон, бесконечное вчера, аа-а Опять гудит бутылкой сердце Наждаком затертое до блеска Да здравствуйте, друзья Облака в зубах обиды Миллионы взаимных прощаний, аа-а Мне нежно и тревожно, мне так нежно и тревожно Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Но пока, десятый, я была вам рада Между пальцев утекает отключенная вода Мечтанья и метанья, время — это дым между руками Глотают слезы фонари И впереди целая вечность без местоимения мы, аа-а Мне нежно и тревожно, мне так нежно и тревожно Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мои глаза Мои глаза прилипли, твои — блестят И все понятно становится резко Я готова за тобой хоть куда Ради этого странного блеска Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли Мне так нежно и тревожно, мне так нежно и тревожно Мне так нежно и тревожно, мне так нежно и тревожно Нежно и тревожно, мне так нежно и тревожно Мне так нежно и тревожно, мне так нежно Мои глаза опять к тебе прилипли

[bob-mirum]

Okay, it was difficult, but I finally came up with and drew designs for the characters according to my Mafia AU :D

I promised to tell you about them, but it will be quite brief (because I don't know how to tell beautifully)

All these characters can be divided into three groups, two of which are two mafia gangs, and the third is ordinary citizens who stand for the law. Bosses from the original game will be humanizations 👀

You have already seen Peppino and Gustavo (btw I made a small redesign for Peppino, he will have metal claws instead of a pizza cutter).

Gustavo here plays the role of the one who created the usual gangster group together with Peppino, which later acquired some rules and became the mafia. Since Peppino's small restaurant some people already knew – they managed to promote their business to a large scale on the name of Peppino by building several pizzerias all over the city, from which they receive money (not only at the expense of visitors, but also at the expense of some illegal "things").

Gustavo is the head of the whole group, a calculating and intelligent man who does most of the business. In appearance, we can say that he is an ordinary kind man, but I don't advise you to peck at his kind appearance. Peppino is his right–hand man. Despite their friendship in the past, they now have a slightly strained relationship due to aggressiveness and Peppino's anger problems.

Now them

Pizzahead, one might say, is also an organizer of his own group, but here his job is to promote his casino, from which he receives money (obviously not in the most honest way). Once upon a time, his father (Pizzaface) was the head of a mafia gang, but Gustavo and Peppino managed to destroy them. He always wears a pizza mask and plays the image of a friendly cheerful guy, and rarely shows his real appearance. He hopes to crush Peppino and Gustavo's business with his competition, since he has his own personal scores with them.

Noise and Pepperman are his assistants. Noise is the one who promoted the casino with the help of advertising and attracted visitors to it, and also works there himself. Insanely gambling guy, incredibly greedy for money. Pepperman is one of Pizzahead's bodyguards, the closest to him. He's a bit of a gambler, still loves to draw, gets a lot of money with his paintings, doesn't draw infrequently.

And them

Noisette here is Noise's ex-girlfriend, who left him because of his excessive gambling. As in the original game, she owns her own small cafeteria, but, unfortunately, she has a similar fate as the original Peppino – a rather small attendance.

Vigilante is a local policeman who was initially on his own side. He and Noisette have been good friends since their youth, Vigilante is also the main visitor of Noisette cafe. He was the one who helped Noisette recover after the breakup, and has some romantic feelings for her.

Mr.Stick is a detective and Vigilante's assistant. He was also initially on his own side. The three watch both mafia gang together, Noisette and Stick help Vigilante gather some evidence against their criminal activities.

*spreads tiredly on the floor* I'm not sure if this all sounds good enough, I spent a lot of time to more or less correctly come up with everything, but I hope it was not all in vain x")

[reddit-007]

Why My Dog Is the Real MVP of Security (and Possibly the Local Squirrel Mafia)

So, the other day, I was lounging on the couch in my usual state of enlightenment (aka binge-watching questionable reality TV) when I heard a suspicious noise outside. You know, that sound that makes you question all your life choices leading to this moment?

Enter Sir Barkington, my 70-pound golden retriever, who thinks he’s a ferocious wolf. The moment the noise happens, he transforms from a cuddly fluffball into the canine equivalent of a Navy SEAL. He leaps off the couch like he’s just spotted a squirrel plotting a heist, and I swear, his butt barely touches the ground.

Meanwhile, I’m frozen like a deer in headlights, thinking of all the “what-ifs.” What if it’s a criminal? What if they steal my collection of “World's Best Cat Dad” mugs?

But Sir Barkington? He’s already on it. He runs to the window, barking like he’s auditioning for the dog version of “Cops.” I’m standing behind him, feeling like I’m in a poorly written buddy cop movie.

And let’s be honest: the only thing Sir Barkington is really protecting me from is a rogue pizza delivery guy and the mailman who just wants to drop off my overdue bills.

In the end, I take a deep breath, realizing that with my furry bodyguard on duty, my biggest worry is that he’ll steal my snacks instead. So here’s to dogs: they give us a false sense of security while ensuring that no squirrel goes unbarked at! 🐶🥳

P.S. If anyone sees a squirrel with a ski mask lurking around, just know that Sir Barkington is ready for action!

[capypub]

Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 4

Mafia!Joel Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: M (sex, drugs, guns, the usual)

Minors DNI. 18+ Content

Summary: Here's your smut and drug fix you heathens (It's me, I'm the heathen) lmao...

Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3

The baggie had fallen out of Indi’s bag by accident, no bigger than a cotton ball. Joel had taken her backpack after picking her up from class one evening. He’d tossed it in the backseat of his truck without much thought. One of the front pockets must have been open because he heard the clatter of pens and other items hit the seat. 

“Ah, fuck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning over to gather her stuff while she connected her phone to the car’s bluetooth. 

“Everything okay, babe?” she asked, scrolling through her Spotify, after hearing him huff from behind her headrest. 

“All good, baby girl,” he said, stuffing the few pens and bobby pins back in the pocket. 

The plastic baggie reflected off the light, the familiar green buds inside peaking his curiosity. She had never mentioned that she smoked before. Tapping her on her shoulder from the back seat, Joel held the baggie in his open palm to her.

“What’s this doin’ in here?” he asked with a smirk, amused and a little surprised with her.

“Oh,” she murmured, her eyes going wide as she visibly tensed under his gaze.

“Not so innocent, huh, darlin’?” he continued to tease her, pulling out one of the larger buds and sniffing it, his face crinkling slightly at the smell, “This shit gettin’ you high?” he questioned in disbelief. 

“Well until Texas gets their shit together, it’s the best I can do,” she said defensively, reaching to grab the baggie from him.

“No, baby girl,” Joel chuckled with a shake of his head, “This is dirt weed, I can tell just by lookin’ at it. I’ve seen high schoolers deal better shit than this.”

“I’m sorry, since when were you a marijuana connoisseur?” she sassed him while attempting a second time to grab the contents from his hand. 

He smirked, always getting a little turned on when she got fiery with him. It wasn’t often in their short relationship, but the few times she did get feisty, the urge to pin her down and fuck the attitude out of her flooded his thoughts. When that day came where he could indulge in this primal desire, he knew he would thoroughly enjoy earning her submission. 

“Been smokin’ since before you were born, baby,” he scoffed, crumpling the baggie in his large hand and tossing it out of the car.

“What the hell, Joel?” she scoffed, her mouth open slightly as she stared at him, shocked and obviously a little annoyed. 

“I can’t keep lettin’ you smoke that trash, darlin’,” he insisted, finally getting out of the backseat, coming around to the other side to get behind the wheel, “I’ve got some good shit back home, we could order pizza if you get hungry and put on a movie, hm?” he suggested.

“Home?” she repeated, sounding confused. “You mean your place?” she clarified.

He nodded, starting the truck and pulling out of the campus parking lot. “That a problem?” he asked, seeing how she hadn’t answered, a little concerned by her hesitation.

“I’ve never been to your house…” she stated softly. 

When he thought about it, she was right. They always went out somewhere or to her apartment. Joel liked her place, it was comfortable, homy, very much her and he loved being surrounded by it all. Sure, he probably should have brought her over to his place a long time ago, given the amount of time they’ve spent together, but part of him didn’t want to bring her too close to his world. His men had access to his house, he kept security posted at the gate, and sometimes even handled business in the basement. 

“I don’t spend much time there either, the guys always makin’ too much damn noise,” he said, trying to be casual about the whole thing, but his voice sounded a little strained and anxious.

“The guys that work for you?” she questioned, receiving a nod from him as he turned onto the highway, “They hang out at your place a lot?” 

“Uh,” he hesitated, biting in the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, they’re in and out, the only reason I got somethin’ a lil’ bigger is for when the jobs are long and they need somewhere to crash,” he explained with a shrug.

“I thought you built storage units or something?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “Among other things, yeah…” 

“I think that’s great,” she said, reaching across to squeeze his thigh affectionately, “Not many bosses care about their employees enough to open their own doors to them.”

Again, he cleared his throat, feeling his whole body warming up as he dug himself deeper into a hole he’d eventually have to fill. He didn’t like lying to her, but he also wasn’t ready to tell her the extent of his business, hoping to keep her in this little bubble of happiness with him for a little longer. 

Taking her hand, he brought it up to lips, kissing her knuckles softly as he inhaled her familiar scent. She didn’t ask him anymore about the house, thankfully. They drive in a comfortable silence, the lull of her music providing a relaxing background noise. Eventually, Joel pulled up to the familiar iron gates, rolling down his window. 

“Evenin’, boss man,” one of the men at the gate greeted them as he approached the driver's side window. 

“John,” Joel greeted with a stiff nod, thankful that John kept his weapon tucked in his belt, hidden by his jacket, “Anyone inside right now?” he asked, praying to whatever higher being out there that his house was empty tonight. 

“Yeah, Tess and Xavier showed up a couple hours ago, been working in the office,” he shrugged.

Joel internally swore. “Alright, take it easy, man,” he said, his jaw clenched as the gates opened and he proceeded up the long driveway to his home.

“You have security?” Indi questioned, looking simultaneously impressed and surprised. 

He gave a simple “mhm” in response, still trying to figure out how to avoid Tess if necessary. She wouldn’t say anything, but who knows what kind of crap her and X left laying around. 

“This is your house?” she gasped, staring in awe as the white three story, 7,898 square foot building came into view, “Joel, we’ve been watching movies on my shitty fifty inch when you have all this!”

He chuckled at that. “Projector in the theater room’s broken, plus I like being at your place more,” he explained.

She didn’t need to know that the projector had to be replaced because one of his guys put a bullet in the screen after the last UFC fight. 

“It’s so…quiet,” she observed once he’d parked at the front door, not bothering to park his truck in the garage, “I love all the nature,” she added as he helped her out, going to grab her backpack as she approached the front door, still looking at the thicket of trees surrounding the house. 

He’d just shut the back door of his truck when he heard the front door open. Indi stepped back as a woman stepped out, a gun in one hand and a manilla folder in the other.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, a hard stare focussed on Indi.

“Easy, Tess, she’s with me,” Joel said, taking the stairs two at a time to stand between Tess and his girl.

Ignoring him, the redhead continued to openly scrutinize Indi with her cold glare and lips set in a thin line. Joel took a step forward, sending Tess a warning look as he cleared his throat. He felt Indi grip the sleeve of his jacket from behind him, triggering that primal urge to protect. 

“Whatever,” Tess finally muttered with a roll of her eyes, “I’m heading to Laredo to clean up Eric’s mess,” she added, moving around them to the all black Sedan that pulled up beside Joel’s truck during the confrontation. 

“Keep me updated,” Joel called after her with a shake of his head. 

Once they were gone, Joel pressed his palm in the curve of Indi’s back, gently guiding her inside. She didn’t say anything about Tess, too distracted by the glamor of the foyer flanked by two curving staircases and the giant crystal chandelier above them.

“You must be a really good contractor,” she commented, making him laugh as they made their way to the kitchen.

“Suppose so,” he said with a chuckle, guiding her to sit at the kitchen island, setting her backpack on the counter next to her, “Want something to drink? Hungry?” he asked, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.

She accepted his offer, taking the opened bottle in one hand and Joel’s in the other as he led her through the house to the second floor where his office was located. She marveled at the luxury of everything, her head on a constant swivel as she tried to take it all in. Joel intentionally walked a little slower through the halls, indulging her in her curiosity by pointing out certain rooms. 

“So…does Tess work for you?” she asked, settling into the leather couch in his office as he rummaged around his desk for his stash.

“Uh, yeah, she’s, um…oversees supplies and stuff,” he said, pulling out a wooden box and setting it on the large desk.

“Is she always…like that?”

He tried to hold back his laugh, but failed miserably. “Yeah, she’s usually like that, not great at parties, but keeps these boys in line.”

Joel gathered what he needed, setting the box back in its original place before leading her outside to the second-story covered patio at the back of the house. The lights around the pool and jacuzzi were on below them, the trickling of the faux waterfall lining the jacuzzi provided a comfortable background noise.

“This is beautiful, Joel,” she murmured as they sat on a swinging bench, facing the backyard which consisted of an epic view of the greenbelt and the lake nearby, a few houses breaking the treeline around his property. 

“Yeah, probably one of my favorite parts of the house, this view,” he agreed, pulling out a five inch glass pipe and a grinder. 

She watched as he loaded the pipe, the smell of this strain much stronger than her own as he packed the bowl with precision. Pulling a lighter from his jean pocket, he offered both items to her. With a shy smile, she accepted it, setting her beer down and bringing the pipe to her lips. Joel was drawn to how her lips curved around the glass, shifting in his seat as he thought about what her lips would look like wrapped around his cock. 

“Fucking hell,” Indi said, coughing harshly after her first hit, reaching for her beer to ease the burn. 

She handed the pipe and lighter back, downing half her bottle as she tried to control her coughing fit. Joel couldn’t help but smirk, smoothly taking a hit himself, blowing the smoke away from her. 

Once she had regained her composure, she settled comfortably beside him, curling up under his arm, leaning into the side of his body as they passed the pipe back and forth. She started to giggle halfway through their second round, her hands starting to wander as Joel emptied the ashes from the bowl. 

“Whatcha doin’ there, baby girl?” he asked with a smirk, leaving the pipe next to his beer as he watched her fingers inch higher up his leg. 

“Just want to feel you,” she murmured, nuzzling her face into his neck, “that is some really, really, good shit Joel,” she added, her eyelids drooped slightly as she looked up at him.

“Feelin’ good, darlin’?” he asked, his own body much more relaxed and itching to touch her.

“Very good,” she agreed, closing her eyes slowly as he laced his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her closer for a slow kiss.

While Joel usually set the pace, she must have been feeling brave because she easily climbed into his lap, unprompted, her legs settling on either side of his hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper, hungrier. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned as she began to grind into his lap, slow movements that had him hard almost instantly. 

“Have I ever told you that smoking makes me really horny sometimes?” she asked, her voice a little husky, a little breathless as she nipped his earlobe. 

“No, b-but- fuck- I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as she kissed on his neck, her hands moving up and down along his chest.

All Joel could do was hold onto her, let her work herself up on him as he enjoyed her little show. He held her hips tightly, his fingers slipping under the hem of her top to graze the skin of her sides, reveling in how soft and small she felt against him. 

She brought her mouth to his again, his head tilted back as he took in the red tint of her half-lidded eyes, the lazy smile and mussed hair from his earlier grip on her radiating temptation. She was a goddess, absolutely ethereal on top of him. When she began to suck and nip on his lower lip, he almost lost it, groaning heavily and pulling her tighter against him. 

He lifted her up with ease, never breaking away from her sweet kiss. She gripped his shoulders, giggling against his mouth as he laid her out on the swinging bench, keeping it still with one foot placed on the ground, using his other leg to kneel and balance between her knees. 

Caging her in with his body, he leaned over her, feeling her chest against his own, one of her legs raising to hook on his hip, her heat pressed dangerously close to his growing erection. She was making these pretty noises as he tasted her skin, nipped at her ear, and squeezed her sides. 

“Joel,” she whined, “please.” 

“I got you, baby girl,” he muttered into the crook of her neck, “I’ll take care of you,” he groaned, feeling her nails dig into his forearm. 

He was able to inch her top a little further up, exposing her torso to him. Repositioning himself lower on her body, he kissed at the exposed skin, pushing the material further up as he traced patterns with his tongue up her stomach and between her breasts. 

“Can I take this off, darlin’?” he murmured against her ribcage, looking up through his lashes to see her watching him as she bit her lower lip, suppressing as much noise as she could when she nodded in agreement.

“Need to hear it, baby girl, use your words,” he insisted, running his rough hands down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her tighter against his covered cock. 

“Yes,” she sighed, sounding absolutely wrecked already, “Yes, Joel, please,” she begged, blindly grabbing at his shirt to try and pull him to her. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praised her softly, feeling her thighs clench at the term, filing away that little reaction in his brain for later. 

She sat up slightly, just enough for him to lift her top over her head and drop it on the ground. He was instantly mouthing at her covered breasts, pushing one shoulder strap down to taste her skin, his other hand squeezing and kneading the other cup. 

“D-do you want to show me, hmph, your bedroom?” she asked, breathless and needy under him.

“Anything you want, sugar,” he agreed, easily lifting her up into his arms and carrying her back into the house. 

They slowly made their way through the hallways, Joel pressing her into every flat surface he could find to rut against her, kiss her senseless and feel any part of her body he could as he navigated the dimly lit hallways.

Once inside his room, he deposited her on the bed, immediately pulling his jacket and shirt off, throwing it on the ground with enough force for a low “thump” to echo in the room. Indi looked up at him, propped up on her elbows, biting her lip.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good right now,” he groaned, quickly working at his belt buckle and zipper, taking his gun from the back of his pants and setting it on the bedside table.

“Let me,” she insisted, getting on her knees and reaching over to him, her smaller hands slowly pulling his zipper down, her fingers grazing his cock in the process, earning another deep groan from him. She tried to use her mouth on him, but he had other plans. 

He had her pinned down the bed in seconds, slipping her jeans off, before rutting against her panties with his pants halfway down his legs, too worked up to bother getting them off all the way right now. She made such pretty noises for him, her hands wandering his exposed chest and arms as he removed the last of her clothes. 

“You’re fuckin’ soaked for me already,” he growled, his fingers rubbing tight circles on her clit.

“Yes, fuck, ‘s so good,” she moaned, her hand gripping his wrist tightly as she tried to move her hips. 

“Yeah, just like that, darlin’, so fuckin’ pretty,” he groaned, slipping a finger into her while rubbing at her sex faster, his mouth attaching to her nipple, leaving her a moaning mess. 

Joel added another finger, kissing her hungrily as she moaned into his mouth at the stretch. His other hand was holding her leg down by her thigh, keeping her spread for him to play with. 

“Oh! Just like that, fuck, so good, baby,” she whined, head thrown back as she rutted up into his hand wildly. 

He couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest. His cock twitched at the term, something about the sweetness of it mixed with the filthy things he was doing with her body was a delicious concoction that had him drunk on her. 

“Gonna come for me, baby girl? Can feel you squeezin’ m’ fingers,” he growled against her neck, biting down on the curve connecting her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark over the indent his teeth left. 

She cried out his name when she came, her body convulsing beautifully under him. Working her through it, he slowed his movements until she went quiet and then brought his fingers to his lips, holding her titillating gaze as he sucked the essence from his fingers slowly. She bit her lip, reaching out to him. Taking her hand, he brought it to his shoulder, fully kneeling on the bed now and tossing her a little higher up until her head hit the pillows.

He climbed over her, pushing her thighs further apart, feeling her preen as he kissed up her body from her core, over her breasts and along her neck. The look in her eyes was absolutely salacious as she pushed herself up to meet his mouth, licking any remnants of herself from his lips lewdly. Joel moaned against her mouth, feeling her much smaller hand stroke his throbbing cock. 

“You’re so big,” she panted against his mouth, still recovering from her first orgasm.

“Just relax, baby girl,” he said soothingly, easing her to lay back down. 

With one hand over the edge of the pillow beside her head to hold himself up, Joel guided the head of his cock through her folds, grunting when it caught at her entrance. He teased her for a moment, rubbing at her clit and through her folds until she was wiggling her hips shamelessly in an attempt to get him inside. 

“Stay still, sweetheart, I got you,” he groaned, finally giving in to what they both wanted.

He eased himself in slowly, resisting the urge to spear her and fuck her savagley, to ride on the primal high that their relationship had been building low in his stomach. Perhaps another night. 

“More…please,” she whined, gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer, her voice quivering as she was overwhelmed by everything that was Joel.

“Look at you, baby girl, usin’ your manners,” he teased through his lusty haze, smirking down as he inched a little deeper, “That’s a good girl…” he groaned once he was fully inside, dropping onto his forearms to rut into her, feeling her whole body pressed under him, her nipples taught against his chest, “...my good girl,” he added, almost like he was talking to himself as he closed his eyes and lost himself in everything that was her.

He fisted the sheets, his pace building as his pleasure rose. Fuck, those sounds she made would be the death of him. She was squeezing him so tight too, he didn’t know how long he’d actually last. Plus the effects of their earlier smoke session made everything feel heightened. Her nails dug into his back as he thrusted harder, the slight sting mixed with how good she felt clenching on his dick was an addicted combination he’d come to learn. 

“Fuckin’ hell, baby, feel so good, so damn perfect,” he grunted against her neck, knowing he was absolutely done for when it came to this girl. 

“I’m so close, Joel, yeah, yeah, like that,” she panted, bringing his mouth to hers for a wet, messy kiss, her eyes squeezed shut blissfully. 

Something cold against his knuckle briefly distracted him. With his mouth still against hers, his eyes drifted to the side of her, noticing the butt of a gun poking out from under his pillow. Shit. He jerked back slightly, making a move to grab the pistol. She noticed his sudden change, opening her eyes slightly to look up at him, trying to follow his gaze directed to the side of her. He panicked momentarily. 

“Look at me, baby girl,” Joel said quickly, pushing himself up on his knees so he could use his free hand to collar her throat and keep her head forward, “Look at me while I fuck you,” he added, noticing how she clenched around his cock at his words. 

When that small wicked smile graced her lips as he squeezed the sides of her throat, he almost lost it. Tucking the gun back under the pillow as subtly as possible, he used his hold on her throat to lift her up and turn their bodies diagonal to the bed, gripping the edge for leverage as he continued to thrust into her. 

She came hard on his cock, her walls pulsing around him, as she moaned his name, spurring on his own release which he shot all across her chest and stomach with a deep whine. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies coated in sweat and each other’s release. Joel could feel her juices along his thighs, a sense of pride and satisfaction sprouting in his chest as he caught his breath.

Indi smiled softly, her mind completely blank as she floated in this post-sex haze, her body tingling, exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. Joel laid next to her on his side, pulling her against his sticky body, propping her head up with his forearm. She sighed happily as he brushed some hair from her face, leaning down to kiss her softly. 

“Did so good for me, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips, stroking her cheek with equal softness. 

After they had recovered, Joel invited her to shower with him. He took her hand, leading her into the en suite bathroom, just as luxurious as the rest of his house with a steam shower, full-size tub, dual vanity and private commode room. 

Joel started the shower, testing the water before guiding her in. When he didn’t immediately follow after her, she turned around, reaching for him. She was feeling especially needy after he’d just fucked her stupid, her mind still floating in a slight orgasmic haze as the high from the cannabis slowly began to fade. 

“Just gettin’ you somethin’ to wear, baby girl, I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling her towards him for a short kiss before leaving her alone under the hot stream. 

She didn’t think much of it when Joel stepped back into the bedroom. He came back almost immediately, crossing the room to reveal a walk-in closet. Setting some clothes out for both of them, he returned to his girl, biting back an appreciative growl as he watched droplets of water stream down her naked body. 

“Get my back?” she asked sweetly over her shoulder, offering him his body wash and one of the washcloths she’d taken from the shelf next to the shower.

He took his time washing her, feeling every dip and curve of her body as she stood still and allowed him to explore. By the time he was done, he was already hard again. She smirked, noticing his stiff cock when she turned around. He didn’t intend on pushing her for more, figuring she must be tired after everything. 

He didn’t resist though when she pushed him back against the wall, out of the stream, and got on her knees. He definitely didn’t resist when she took him in her mouth, working his length with her hand as she sucked him off. Of course he didn’t last long, the combination of how fucking gorgeous she looked, naked, wet, and mouth full of his cock mixed with how good her little mouth was working him had him coming embarrassingly fast. She didn’t seem to mind though, looking almost pleased as she pulled him back under the stream to wash his body. 

They both passed out in bed after sharing another bowl on Joel’s balcony. She was beautiful under the low light, hair wet, wearing one of his shirts and her panties. He couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep so easily, with her tucked into his side, her head on his chest and arm secured tightly across his stomach. 

Of course, the peaceful sleep couldn’t last long. He jerked awake to the sound of his phone vibrating on the table next to him. He reached over, making sure not to jostle his girl who was still curled up on his chest. Glaring blearily at the bright screen, he saw that it was just past three in the morning. 

“This better be fuckin’ good,” he grumbled into the receiver to whichever one of his guys decided to wake him up. 

“Uh, Joel, we got a problem, man,” Ethan, one of his runners, said frantically.

He could tell he was driving by the sound of tires over gravel in the background. There were other voices too, just as frantic, mixed with a few grunts and groans of pain. 

“What problem?” Joel demanded, his voice hard as he prepared for bad news.

“Uh, we got jumped after checking one of the safe houses,” Ethan said, a car horn screeching past somewhere in the background. 

“Where the fuck are you?” Joel asked, speaking louder than he intended, glancing down at Indi to make sure she didn’t wake up.

“Pullin’ up right now to your place, ah shit, get him inside!” Ethan said, talking to whoever else was with him.

“Ethan!” Joel snapped, flinching again at the volume of his voice, “Ethan, you better tell me what the fuck is going on,” he threatened softly, even his whisper sounding dangerous over the line. 

“G-get ‘im on the pool table, fuck, I don’t know man!” Ethan said, his voice sounding distant like he had the phone at his side. 

Joel could hear the commotion downstairs, boots moving across the floor, chairs scraping, doors slamming. He hung up, throwing his phone on the ground in frustration before easing out of Indi’s grasp. He really didn’t want to leave her, especially to clean up some stupid mess, but he also couldn’t have those idiots downstairs making all this noise and potentially waking her up to who knows what. 

With a frustrated huff, he pulled his sweatpants and a t-shirt, making his way downstairs with his 9mm loaded and ready. She hadn’t woken up yet, simply turning over in her sleep to the other side.

“Joel!” Ethan called, rushing up to him, blocking him from entering the game room.

“What the fuck, man? Who’s blood is all over my goddamn floor?” Joel snapped, looking across the marble floor and the streaks of red. 

“Joel, relax, man, uh…we- we-,” Ethan stammered, only frustrating him more.

He pushed past the smaller man, going over to the group surrounding his pool table, noticing how the splatters of blood became larger. The men glanced at him nervously, at least the ones who weren’t frantically moving over whoever was on the blue felt. 

“Hey, big brother, sorry ‘bout the mess,” Tommy said, looking pale and shaky as he tried to smile at Joel from where he was laid out. 

“T-Tommy…?”

Scene 5

[twinksintrees]

bsd incorrect quotes but the quotes were taken from me and my friend’s dnd quote book

“I hope you go suck a squid “ - Lovecraft

“I’m addicted to bombs but other than that I’m a pretty well rounded person “ -Kaji

“I’m taller than you” - dazai “I’m older than you, I’ll always be older than you” - chuuya “not if you’re dead” - dazai

“Sorry I died” - atsushi

“The orphans need their alcohol” - pretty much the entire ada tbh

“Did you punch it? THEN YEAH IT HAS DENTS!” -kouyou @ chuuya

“If you’re gonna kill somebody at least do it quietly!” -Gin

“the love of my life *turns to woman* what’s your name?” - dazai

“why is everyone crying? what happened? Trick question, I happened “ - mori

“I’ve never been a children.” - akutagawa

“I’m not gonna play into cat stereotypes” -atsushi

“bold of them to assume Im not gonna eat the gag” -dazai

“I fought a dragon with badger” - chuuya

“Ah southern people!” -the guild

“*eagle noise*” - Fitzgerald

“Please don’t just live in a hole” - chuuya when he sees dazai’s shipping container

“Now I know how parents feel” - fukuzawa w ranpo and yosano

“I’m a teen boy I’m always hungry” - kenji

“Don’t hit the puppy with a hammer” -chuuya @ dazai (the puppy is akutagawa)

“It’s a pizza party everyday in the mafia” -the port mafia

“Money doesn’t grow on trees it gets birthed from holes” -Fitzgerald

“You know what’s hot? Eating fruit and taking showers” -kunikida

“There’s no romantic tension it’s meant to be threatening” -soukoku

“I didn’t try to stab Kenji, I tried to punch him” -Tecchou

“You’re having violence without me?” - Akutagawa

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t like my homeless orphan pick up line” - atsushi

Nikolai, staring Fyodor dead in the eyes: “concuss me baby”

“My head is a weapon” - ranpo

“Has Nikolai ever killed one of his lovers?” “We all make mistakes in the heat of passion” - Sigma and Fyodor

“I am in a threesome with writing and sleep” -Poe

“Small? No. I’m big boy” -ranpo

“I forgot I had a gun in my mouth and kissed my lover! Oh no!” -s5 soukoku

“Can his catch phrase be ‘time to bite the bullet’?” -soukoku when vampire chuuya

“Dazai I’m feeling less bad about shooting you” -‘vampire’ chuuya

“Me and the boys know all about religion” -Nathaniel Hawthorne (also fyodor)

*deep voice* “boom boom for the orphans” -when oda’s orphans died

“If I would turn into a horse would I be free” -Nikolai

“what are you doing, are you just eating ham and laughing!?” -kunikida @ ranpo

“do you have any idea how much your head is worth” -Akutagawa @ atsushi (i can hear this in his voice so clearly)

“If we weren’t homeless you’d be grounded” -when the ada were on the run in s4

“Who needs a gender when your in love with a boat” -Herman Melville

[miscelliteeous]

Chaz Thurman Headcanons

Wrote a bit for the shark boy because he needs more love. Covers three topics: Safe for work, "Chaz Surviving", and not worksafe.

Under the cut, some are not worksafe! Minors do not interact!

SFW-

Loves junk food and his go-to meal is the greasiest double cheeseburger he can find.

Pretty bad at cooking, he gets distracted easily, but he’s good at food prep and would work well cooking with someone.

Favorite toppings on a pizza? He’s a meat lover, but he’ll try anything. Swears by anchovies.

Usually pretty casual, but he can turn on the charm when he wants.

He sometimes has a way of knowing what you want even before you do. This can make him pretty manipulative at times, but usually for little things.

He can dance! Not the best with more formal styles but pretty great at improvising or fast dancing.

Chaz can keep his dirty thoughts to himself and tone himself down, but he chooses not to, he has more fun being himself and wouldn’t want to change that.

He’s not going to pay for the date, and will choose to dine and dash over getting the bill.

Absolutely the type to propose with a Ringpop or onion ring.

He can spell decently if he puts the time and effort into it, but when he’s writing quickly all spelling rules go out the window.

Talks his head off during movies, he has opinions that he feels need to be heard, usually on which character he wants to bone the most.

Post-Injury/Near Death (aka: here’s how he could be saved)-

Crimson really needs the money, and when you see the neighborhood mafia is about to kill a handsome and very pathetic guy, you intervene in a way that just makes sense in Greed: by bribing them to let him go. You make him an offer he can't refuse.

Of course, he doesn’t escape unharmed, he gets pretty fucked up actually, and in fact has to spend a good while in the hospital.

Doesn’t like to feel confined to one place, which makes his recovery a lot harder. He has to relearn a lot and get used to living with a prosthetic jaw and teeth.

Drives Chaz absolutely nuts that he can’t talk for a good while, but he gets very good at texting and writing quickly, even if his spelling remains not that great.

Falls hard and fast for the person that paid his way to freedom and is keeping him company in the hospital. If you tell him you’ll let him stay at your place, he’d probably want to marry you right then and there.

Chaz is mostly a Greed boy, but he’d be pretty accepting of moving to a different ring after all that, anything to put some distance between him and the mob.

Though his main driving goal is sex, he does have a romantic side to him, and after his near death experience he resolves to do better with the people he cares about and not go breaking hearts.

Not Worksafe-

Two dicks! Rarely gets to penetrate with them both, but he’s just fine with intercrural sex as well. He's not lying about them being big either.

They’re very, very slightly prehensile. Can’t grab anything but there is more movement control than an imp, hellhound, or other species would have.

Absolutely kills it at foreplay, especially oral, but unfortunately doesn’t engage in it as often as he probably should.

Thinks because he has a big dick that he doesn’t need any sort of technique other than just “pound away”.

That being said, Chaz would be more than happy for you to tie him down and ‘teach’ him better.

He cannot and will not shut up during sex at all, very vocal and also difficult to gag, you’d need a muzzle. Even then, he’d still be making a lot of noise.

Ready to go anytime, anywhere. The type to pull you into the most secluded area of a building for a quickie.

Has no interest in being a dad, so he’s always got condoms with him no matter where he goes, though you’ll have to be in charge of making sure they’re not expired.

Very poor aftercare, the type of guy to just flop over and fall asleep. This unfortunately would be a lot harder to fix than his “jam it in” style.

Secret spot that he loves to have touched? He’s a sucker for belly rubs but you’d have to find that out on your own.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Skipped the day yesterday because my PC died, but I’ll try to write more replies today!

Starting with the ones related to our recently posted drawings~ But there are also some about twst characters and ships: Malleus, Riddle, Sebek/Jamil and many many more.

hipsterteller asked:

*sees Azul and Idia making out* welp someone better take a picture

I’m pretty sure Jade and Floyd are already on it. Maybe Ortho too, but for more wholesome reasons than the tweels…

hipsterteller asked:

Dang it Kalim…

He just HAD to ask Jamil to come back as soon as possible!

Anonymous asked:

~ 🎵 There goes the vizier hauling ass, like always 🎵 ~

Lmao thank you for the mental image of Jamil racing through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes. Looks like he forgot to get the food though... Maybe he and Kalim could have some fish for dinner?

You’re welcome~ Poor Jamil, getting food from the store isn’t even his job, but he was nice enough to go, and for what? To race right back through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes 😭

If Azul, Jade and Floyd didn’t bring them a pizza this time, they’ll have to have fish for dinner…

Anonymous asked:

Jamil is gonna murder these people, he doesn't care if he gets in trouble. That reminds me, does the...oh who am I kidding, of course they knew Jamil is acting like a snake by using Kalim again.

Jamil is so sick and tired of them, it’s been 30 seconds and he is already done LOL

They probably haven’t seen each other in quite some time, and Jamil isn’t planning on doing his subtle-Kalim-seduction thing in front of these three, but I have a feeling they’ll still notice that there is something going on between them. They know a snake when they see one…

Anonymous asked:

We seen the mafia Octavinelle often visiting Scalding Sands, but what about the Shrouds visiting there since they are often with the mafia?

Oh Ortho would love to visit, but he doesn’t usually get to go with the Octavinelle trio and stays by Idia’s side; and Idia probably hates the idea of visiting Scalding Sands, because it’s way too hot, and Kalim and Jamil are there, and Kalim is annoying and Jamil is scary, and the whole thing is going to be awkward, what is this really, a college reuinon? Yada-yada, mumbling Idia noises.

But still, they’ll visit them at least once. Even if Azul isn’t persuasive enough, Ortho’s puppy eyes are going to break Idia’s will for sure.

snowblub asked:

Whenever I see a post of yours and I know it's yours btw I look at what's there then forget I'm following you then go up to press follow and then realise that I do follow you. Short memory struggles... The amount of times this has happened is a bit embarrassing ngl.

But at least now you know that you got someone who would follow you a hundred times if possible?? I just thought to tell you.

AHHH This is so sweet of you?? Thank you so much. The fact that my drawings give you an urge to press follow despire already following is such an amazing thing to hear! <3 <3 <3

Anonymous asked:

I made the mistake of showing a newer friend your twitter account, I did warn them...😭😭😭

Like yes I like you BEACUSE your problematic, someone has to speak for us :(

~Anon &lt;3

Ohh, I hope you didn’t have a bad fight with them, Anon. Having arguments and even falling-outs with friends because of ship-related content is always unfortunate :(

We can only speak for ourselves, but if you feel seen/inspired by the fact that we have the audacity to post our problematic stuff, I’m very happy to hear that!! <3 Thank you for supporting us.

Anonymous asked:

I've also been thinking about how Malleus threw off the dom/sub radar, and I think it's funny if he throws off everyone else's radar too and even himself guesses whether others are doms/subs wrong like 90% of the time LOL that's how we got rollo & mal flirting with each other, both convinced the other is going to rail them later that night, only to be met with disappointment😔 it's okay boys, there are plenty of gargoyles in the sea....

Anon THIS! I COMPLETELY AGREE lol Especially with Rollo and Malleus; I don’t know if Rollo expected anything from Malleus (he was being a tsundere, that’s for sure), but Malleus clearly read the room in… his own way…

We like to joke that this happens because Malleus learned the art of flirting from Lilia.

Now I can’t stop imagining Malleus’ confused blinks when he learns about the dom/sub positioning of some of the couples.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Epel would like Heathers?

I don't know, Anon, I think Epel wouldn't really get Heathers 😭 But he'll appreciate the fact that it's less "girly" and more intense.

Anonymous asked:

"azul is only hot when he's angry" anon here. i changed my mind. i saw the light. im a redeemed soul.

Ah Anon! It’s good to hear back from you and see that you are no longer a hater of Azul’s natural immeasurable sex appeal. I’m sure Azul would be very pleased to hear that (and sexy) <3

(But in all seriousness I do wonder what made you change your mind…)

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if he's ever expressed a desire to become one in canon, but occasionally I cone across fics and fanart that portray Riddle as a Prosecutor. Every time I end up imagining him as an Ace Attorney rival and then end up laughing because I picture Phoenix thinking 'I thought I was done with the Von Karmas.'

Anon, he fits the role of an Ace Attorney Prosecutor PERFECTLY, and he would be SUCH AN ANNOYING BITCH TO PLAY AGAISNT LOL We love Ace Attorney very much, so we also joke about Riddle being a prosecutor from time to time. I have at least one sketch related to this topic but we posted it on ko-fi.

Our go-to is usually to give Ace the Attorney role, not only because of his name, but also because him being confrontational with Riddle is always a fun thing to imagine.

Imagine Riddle’s angry sprites as a prosecutor… he’s even worse than some of the Von Karmas… at least he doesn’t use a whip I guess lol

Anonymous asked:

i saw this sebejami doujin on pixiv and Sebek is my favorite boy along with Ortho so, what do you think about their dynamic?

They’re intriguing! It’s always interesting when someone who isn’t Malleus gets Sebek’s kind-of-sort-of-approval (a very important achievement I know), and Jamil somehow managed to do it. Maybe it’s because he managed to sit through Sebek’s hours-long rant about Malleus’ grateness in that one vignette, but it honestly shows just how interestingly their personalities play based off each other. Jamil is constantly done with everyone’s bs, but he’s unfrotunately tolerant enough to take a passive role and listen. But he is also enough of a tease to enjoy Sebek’s “cute” and silly moments, like when he watched him almost fight a goat during the Glorious Masquerade event. So I feel like to him Sebek would be a massive pain in the ass (and let’s be honest, with Jamil – who isn’t?), but also have his surprisingly endearing moments.

But this is based on their interactions in the Glorious Masquerade event + that one vignette in which Jamil promised to listen to Sebek’s odes for Malleus lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you have any headcanons of if it's revealed Lilia and Malleus are married or at least SHOULD be? Cause, again, the idea of Silver never questioning kisses and what not until NRC when they said I Love Yous and kissed in public and someone pointed it out is so funny to be

The thought has never occurred to me because to be honest, just like Silver, I never question anything that Lilia does lol

But I can picture some people from the NRC being confused about Lilia and Malleus’ relationship, because they’re definitely closer than just being friends… so while I’m not sure if they would think about them as a married couple(or who should get married), some people definitely think they’re banging lol

And Silver is very chill about it… if only these people knew the whole truth about Lilia’s relationship with both Silver and Malleus… marriage is the last thing that would come to their mind lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Hot take: Deuce gives Jack boob-jobs aka when you put a boner between the pectorals aka breasts/boobs and either the person receiving would move against the chest or the one who's chest is being used would squeezed their chest together and bounce. Thank my cousin for this random headcanon, never needed to know this was a thing but here we are

This 100% should be a thing, and Deuce 100% should do that, because Jack deserves it!!

This also 100% wouldn’t be Jack’s idea, so… I’m looking at Deuce knowing that he has seen this before. What are you reading/watching in your free time, Deuce?

[athenaholmesartistsguild]

Sometimes I wonder how intentional the neurodivergent coding of certain Yakuza characters is.

With Kiryu I don't think it was intentional at first. I think he started as a stone-faced guy who was also just a little clueless (Because that's a pretty silly juxtaposition, writing-wise), but I've noticed as the series progresses there's little quirks or jokes that seem to intentionally code him as autistic-- and not in a mean way (which I love).

Like. When you're talking to one of the hostesses in the cabaret minigame in K2, she mentions wanting to be a mangaka, and Kiryu offers to help.

If you select the 'be an expression model' option Kiryu 'auditions' by making little noises for the different emotions he's trying to do and it's really obvious that he's not really changing his face much. Because he's just not an expressive guy. Because he's autistic!!!

There's the pizza substory from 0 which if you know, you know (and if you don't know, here you go).

If you select all the wrong answers in the producer substory (also in 0), the entire scene feels like an autistic person trying to understand obtuse industry lingo and everyone else getting angry at him for not speaking this hidden language (a reality for many autistic people).

And there's countless other examples that I can't name off the top of my head, but trust me, they're there.

And then there's Ichiban who is so ADHD it brings me joy. And I would just chalk his behaviors to just being a juxtaposition to Kiryu (Ichi's big, loud, and intense while Kiryu's quiet, reserved, and keeps to himself), but there are so many little things that are way too specific for me to ignore.

Firstly, when Ichi wants something he wants it NOW. The Peking Duck scene with Arakawa comes to mind, but also, when he's trying to get Masato’s 'girlfriend' to come to their table, and he resorts to like. Shouting at the guy after her client's like. "Nah. I'm talking to her for a bit." He's feelin' his feelings and good god are those feelings intense.

He seems to struggle with working memory issues such as the scene where he's talking about being Masato's caretaker and then Jo calls him like, immediately after, goes 'hey, you were supposed to take the young master out tonight' and Ichi's like 'oh my god? It completely slipped my mind!'

Ichiban's super creative and clever, but that out-of-the-box thinking is occasionally hampered by him missing little details. Like when he just takes a civilian's wallet, instead of the money they owed because 'Jo only said to bring back the wallet'. But then when he tries to use the money Masato gave him, it doesn't occur to him to take off the band indicating that the money came from Masato’s bank.

He's also pretty impulsive!! The scene where he jumps right into the Korean Mafia's line of fire is a big standout. He literally thought of the first thing that came to mind and did it.

There's also him gameifying his entire life. This example could be argued to be more of an autistic trait (especially the turn-based combat aspect), but ADHDers can also have those super intense interests that you never quite let go of. And gamification of certain tasks is often recommended for ADHDers.

and then there's so many small things that I can't quite explain that just stand out as ADHD behavior.

I honestly don't think Ichiban was ever written to be neurotypical. His character just feels so, authentically ADHD in such a kind way that just can't be accidental.

Although there could've been a writer who was just 'basing Ichiban off their own experiences' and 'their own experiences' just happened to be ADHD. I wouldn't know anything about that.

One more character before I go: Majima's actions in 0 (specifically throwing away the bag of murder goodies Lee gave him) makes way more sense if he has ADHD. He's got this bag of shit he does not want and he needs to get rid of it now. He was feelin' his feelings, okay?!

[palermok]

sketching

[chaotichyperfixations]

TW: Peppino and Totino trauma, creepy mad science, medical trauma?

Ok so

1: Bruno fought on the enemy side during the war and ended up barely surviving his encounter with Peppino. He ended up becoming obsessed with the man and slowly started trying to copy him, even setting up shop in the Tower (like that one story of the mafia using a pizza shop as cover.) He was a good cook but an even greater scientist. He'd been obsessively collecting every sample of Peppino's DNA he could get his hands on, and started working on clones and special formulas designed to be superweapons. Doing all his first tests with Noise's DNA until he figured out that was a horrible idea. Of course he wasn't alone in this endeavor, backed by his government and assigned an assistant/lab rat, a prisoner of that very battle.

2: Totino had fallen while he and Peppino were trying to flee the battle, and Peppino hesitated in saving him one second too late. Totino got soaked by some sort of chemical grenade, and Peppino assumed he was dead. Totino survived, but he was... changed. He lost his memory, and the substance in the grenade made his appearance unrecognizable. He was taken prisoner and sent to the Tower. He had tests run on him, and overall wasn't having a good time. He started remembering bits and pieces of his past life, like the Pizzeria, Pizzaboy's cartoon, his favorite song... but most clearly, the image of Peppino running away. He and Bruno started to bond over that as his appearance started to change, and his powers came in. But Totino was always a bitter person, and it wasn't long before Bruno got exactly what he wanted - and didn't want it anymore...

Oh my gosh opal your COOOKIIINGG!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!¡!! oh good HEAVENS!!!!!!!! me when bruno gets to be plot relevant:

[kirythestitchwitch]

'First Base' - Mafia AU Sequel - American Pie

Caroline is attempting to negotiate some terms.

Caroline hummed, super convinced. "And we're going to eat hot dogs?"

"I'm not going to have a heart attack from just one, am I?" he asked, like he didn't order a pizza with everything on it last week when he came over for a marathon of Chopped on Food Network. It was probably a secret that Caroline would take to her grave that Klaus greatly enjoyed the culinary competition show. He'd come over and make himself comfortable on one side of her couch–now that he was allowed on it–and he always brought an offering of food for her coffee table.

To anyone else, it would have been a surreal sight, seeing Klaus with a paper plate balanced on one knee gesturing at the tv with a half-eaten slice of pizza. "Mint isn't going to be as surprising with that citrus as you think it will, basil would impress the judges more."

"Basil, on a cake?" Caroline said, picking artichoke hearts off her slices. The pizza place Klaus used had been a Kol recommendation, which meant it was a hole-in-the-wall hipster start-up with some truly off-the-wall ideas of what constituted 'everything.'

Klaus put a hand to his heart. "I promise you, it's a subtle combination.” Going back to his pizza for a moment, he chewed while watching the contestant chop herbs frantically on the screen. “There's a bakery off North Avenue, they have a Lemon Basil Meringue Pie in the summer and it is divinely refreshing. I’ll order one for next time.”

Leaning back against the armrest, Caroling nudged his thigh with her sparkly pink-painted toes. “It’s nice that you’ve accepted our country’s lax definitions of pies.”

Setting his empty plate on the table, Klaus shoved the last bite of his slice of pizza in his mouth and chewed, wiping his hands on a napkin. He turned his body so that his back was in the crook of the couch arm, one black jeaned leg bent on the seat. Nabbing one of her feet, he pulled her toward him a few inches and she slid down the padded arm with a squeak, her plate wobbling precariously.

“Your pies,” he said with the air of a man stepping up on a soapbox, “defy any kind of logic.” His thumbs pressed into the ball of her foot and rubbed, and Caroline may have let out a noise that was a little obscene. “I’ll be under the presumption that that’s just a tart in the wrong baking shell, but no, you’ve put meringue all over it and toasted it with a torch.”

Caroline hummed blissfully and started in on her pizza. “And it was a brilliant plan, wasn’t it?” 

“And then,” Klaus said, ignoring her question but continuing to massage her foot, “You Americans made a pie out of a potato, but you insist it’s a dessert pie. It’s orange, and it’s still not as suspicious as whatever a 'Hoosier' Pie is. They neglected to put anything other than sugar into that one.”

“Wait wait, I know this one!” Caroline cast around in her memory for an episode of maybe Good Eats on Pies she saw once. “Those were invented by the Amish or the Quakers or something for winter when they didn’t have any fruit and everything sucked.” 

"It's a custard, it belongs in a bowl. I'm not even going to touch your savory pies, the less said about those the better." He made a disgusted face.

She giggled to herself. "Someone tried to feed you a Cheeseburger Pie, didn't they?"

"Spaghetti Pie and I'll thank you to never bring up either option again."

"Okay technically," she said around a bite of bread and cheese. His hands really were magical as they eased the tension in the arch of her foot. "Those belong to the 'casserole' family and not the 'pie' family. The name is misleading, you can't technically categorize those as pies. There are also liars like the Boston Crème Pie and the Cheesecake, which each belong to the opposite family."

"And we're back to my original point: they defy logic."

[melody-chan333]

Toppins in Pizza Tower: Future

Name: Mushy

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Mushroom

Sexuality: Gay

Friends: -Cheesy -Sam (Childhood Friend) -Pine -The Spaghetti Family (Namely including Peppino, Gustavo, Camilla, Domino, and Flavia)

Enemies: -Pizzahead

Family: -Mushroom Monster (Adoptive Father) -Tomato Monster (Honory Uncle) -Tom (Honory Cousin) -Sausage Monster (Honory Uncle) -Pineapple Monster (Honory Uncle) -Weenie (Father-in-Law; Unknown if deceased or still alive)

Crush/Love Interest: -Sam (Boyfriend)

Description: Mushy is now a singer, just like his adoptive father (who is a robotic mushroom btw). He, Cheesy, Tom, Sam, and Pine still helps the Spaghetti family.

Voice Claim: Express Owl (A Hat in Time)

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Name: Cheesy

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Cheese

Sexuality: None yet

Friends: -Mushy -Tom -Sam (Formerly) -Noise Jr. (on Noise Jr.'s side) -The Spaghetti Family (Namely including Peppino, Gustavo, Camilla, Domino, and Flavia)

Enemies: -Camilla Spaghetti (Formerly) -Domino Spaghetti (Formerly) -Flavia Spaghetti (Formerly) -Sam (Currently) -Noise Jr. (on Cheesy's side) -Cheese Monster (Fear) -Pizzahead

Family: -The Vigilante (Biological Father; Deceased) -Pepperman (Possible Father) -Popper Pepperman (Possible Great-Grandfather; Deceased) -Paprika (Possible Younger Sister) -Pine (Possible Half Brother) -Pineapple Billy (Possible Half Brother)

Crush/Love Interest: None yet

Description: Cheesy now became like one of his fathers, serving the laws and catching criminals. After one of his fathers died, his hat passes on to Cheesy. He, Mushy, Tom, Sam, and Pine still helps the Spaghetti family.

Voice Claim: Buzz (Brawl Stars)

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Name: Tom

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Tomato

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Friends: -Cheesy -Pine -The Spaghetti Family (Namely including Peppino, Gustavo, Camilla, Domino, and Flavia)

Enemies: -Pizzahead

Family: -Tomato Monster (Biological Father; Deceased and now revived as a puppet) -Mushroom Monster (Honory Uncle) -Mushy (Honory Cousin) -Sausage Monster (Honory Uncle) -Pineapple Monster (Honory Uncle) -Sam (Cousin-in-Law)

Crush/Love Interest: -Candace (Girlfriend)

Description: Tom, like his revived father, now became a dancer, he now knows all the dances, especially tapdancing. But unlike his father, who's revived as a puppet, he has no strings attached (I'm sorry I did a puppet pun, guys). He, Mushy, Cheesy, Sam, and Pine still helps the Spaghetti family.

Voice Claim: Patrick Star (SpongeBob SquarePants)

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Name: Sam

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Sausage

Sexuality: Gay

Friends: -Mushy (Childhood Friend) -Cheesy (Formerly) -Pine (on Pine's side) -The Spaghetti Family (Namely including Peppino, Gustavo, Camilla, Domino, and Flavia)

Enemies: -Cheesy (Currently) -Pineacool -Pine -Pineapple Monster -Pizzahead

Family: -Weenie (Biological Father; Unknown if deceased or still alive) -Mushroom Monster (Father-in-Law) -Tomato Monster (Uncle-in-Law) -Tom (Cousin-in-Law) -Pineapple Monster (Uncle-in-Law)

Crush/Love Interest: -Mushy (Crush to Boyfriend)

Description: Now a cranky leader of his mafia gang, Sam takes things WAY more seriously than back in his day. Whenever he's around his old friend, Cheesy, things are up to no good. He, Mushy, Cheesy, Tom, and Pine still helps the Spaghetti family.

Voice Claim: Unknown yet

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Name: Pine

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Pineapple

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Friends: -Mushy -Tom -Sam (on Pine's side) -Poppy (Childhood Friend) -The Spaghetti Family (Namely including Peppino, Gustavo, Camilla, Domino, and Flavia)

Enemies: -Sam (on Sam's side) -Pizzahead

Family: -Pineacool (Biological Father; Unknown if deceased or still alive) -Pepperman (Biological Father) -Pineapple Billy (Biological Older Brother) -Cheesy (Half Brother) -Paprika (Half Sister)

Crush/Love Interest: -Poppy (Crush to Girlfriend)

Description: Still up to his "stupid" antics, Pine lives his life at the beach (or in the Vacation Resort at the tower) and surfs on waves whenever he liked. Since not many liked pineapple on pizza, neither do they like him, especially Sam. He, Mushy, Cheesy, Tom, and Sam still helps the Spaghetti family.

Voice Claim: Pleakly (Lilo and Stitch)

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Hi~... Can you tell us more about the changes in the mafia plot? For example, how exactly does Pizza head interfere with Gustavo and Peppino's business? How would you plan for Noisette, Vigilante and Mr. Stick to appear in the plot? I just have a few ideas, but I would like to know the canon. 😅🙃

M!Pizzahead often just arranges dirty tricks during the work of Peppino and Gustavo, but he likes to pay special attention to Peppino, he has a special hatred for him. M!Pizzahead can both do something serious (put Peppino's life in danger by sending his subordinates to him, for example), and something silly to just piss him off (well… "Silly" in his understanding, his actions are still creepy :D One day I had a plot idea about where the Pizzahead turns Peppino's house upside down, finally leaving a plate with a cake and sweet wishes. Well, you know, Peppino has this love for sweets) Speaking of the trio of Noisette, Vigilante and Mr. Stick, well, it's going to be a little hard to explain ''xd I will say this, the cases of crimes in their town began to increase around the same time when Noisette broke up with Noise (but these events are not connected in any way, just a coincidence), and around the same time she teamed up with the Vigilante and Mr. Stick. At first they would have made inquiries about Noise, but along the way they would have discovered that the case seemed much darker and more incomprehensible than it really seemed (none of the three of them knows exactly what Noise and the others do in the casino besides their usual work), and from here their large-scale investigation would have begun I hope I was able to answer your questions and not confuse you even more :"d