#the pizza heist

[thepizzaheist]

5 Best Pizza Options To Try At The Pizza Heist in Miranda

The Pizza Heist is a popular pizza spot in Miranda that serves a variety of delicious pizzas. The restaurant offers a wide range of toppings and crust options to cater to different tastes and preferences.

[agueforts]

gee, i wonder what happened here! ^-^ certainly nothing bad, right? right?

THIS IS A PHOTOGRAPH OF THE OFFICIAL WORLDS OF DIMENSION 20 CALENDAR MANUFACTURED BY DROPOUT, WHICH I TOOK WITH MY OWN HANDS UPON RECEIVING THE PHYSICAL PRODUCT. BY REBLOGGING THIS POST YOU CONFIRM YOUR AWARENESS OF THE FACT THAT THIS IS NOT MY OWN FUCKING WORK

[anarchistmoth]

Piper Pace Fortography!

She’s so gender ™️

[retrogamelovers]

🐢👊🥷💥🍕

[chrisbangs]

the in space with markiplier music is crazy... all i have to hear is the first note from the trailer for it and my eyes start to involuntarily water... like what tha hell...

[devonellington]

Thurs. Feb. 16, 2023: It's Official

image courtesy of Edwin Valencia via pixabay.com Thursday, February 16, 2023 Waning Moon Partly sunny and mild Got the promos for this week’s Angel Hunt episodes uploaded into Tweetdeck, and did the graphics for the next two weeks’ worth of episodes of Legerdemain, although I didn’t get a chance to schedule them to post yet. Did the social media rounds for Angel Hunt, The Process Muse,…

[silhouetteonpaper]

On The Run

Summary: You were used to the usual routine; completing a mission for some quick cash, running to the next hide-out in order to stay off the grid. But you weren't off the grid, not to Natasha. She still kept tabs on you, just in case. And now, she needed to find you—fast, before you both end up on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s kill list. Natasha Romanoff x Reader WC: 2,465 Warnings/Themes: Gun use, mentions of past relationship, angst, fluff

The Amalfi Coast, nine months after the Sokovia Accords.

The coordinates to the safe house led you down a winding road, barely big enough to fit two cars side by side. When the ocean view got so close, you wondered if the road would lead right off a cliff—It finally placed you at the simple stone house on the Italian coast. You were expecting a small touristy town, full of the stereotypical lemons and pizza, hoping to stop in a nearby town to try its various delicacies—maybe even relax and have a drink. But instead, you were surprised with something new. It was far from touristy, rather a humble area away from the large population. Small farms, vast orchards and vineyards, grasslands. And of course, the ocean, lapping softly right in front of your eyes.

When you pulled the car into the cobbled driveway, you could see the waves glowing with oranges and yellows of the sun; white tufts flowing over the rocks at a consistent pace, the crisp sea spray filling the air. It was almost too picturesque to be your next hideaway, like something you’d see on a brochure. But a few weeks of this, you weren’t going to complain.

Putting the car in park, you stepped out into the world and let the sun hit your face. Something was different about the Italian sun, like it truly got under your skin and filled your soul. It felt nice to stretch your legs after a few hours in the car, driving far enough away to remain hidden. After stealing intel for a large organization, you had no choice but to hide. If you stayed alive long enough, you’d earn a large sum. It was the same routine, accepting a mission from some wannabe-criminal organization, a quick in-and-out heist to earn you some quick cash. It was the only way you could keep food on the table, especially considering your situation.

Months had passed since the Sokovia Accords, leaving you on your own without a care; constantly on the run like a bird in flight while doing missions whenever possible. Yet this time, you weren’t working for just any organization. It was HYDRA. They offered a deal you couldn’t resist, it just made sense to accept it. Besides, you were laying low from S.H.I.E.L.D. anyways after the accords, you’d be living in a safe house regardless. So what, if you accepted a mission from the highest bidder who happened to work for the other side? You weren’t anyone’s property, and you sure as hell would never sign a paper like the accords that enforced such things. You were grateful to at least have a place to call home for the time being, knowing others weren’t as lucky. 

Grabbing your duffel bag from the trunk, you walked up the driveway into your new home for the next few weeks. It was made of stone, rustic, with an older interior. It was even more Italian than you could’ve pictured. The floorboards creaked as you stepped inside the open living room, green couches covered in a thin layer of dust, no TV in sight. You let your duffel hit the ground with a thud, dust flying through the air as it caught in the sunlight flooding through the glossy windows. You gave yourself a quick house tour, finding the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom with ease. The perfect place to hide out for a few weeks, alone and unbothered. Taking a deep breath, you unzipped your duffel to begin unpacking.

That’s when the feeling of something cold pressed against the back of your head, eerily similar to the barrel of a gun. Your heart dropped into your stomach, forcing you to remain frozen. You assumed you’d be alone, just like anyone when they step into their own safe house, one you triple-checked would be abandoned and untraceable. But you internally cursed yourself for not clearing each room when you entered anyway. You should’ve known to expect the unexpected, especially when there was a target on your back.

“Hey, don’t waste a perfectly good silver bullet on me. One swing of a knife will do…” With a racing heart, you tried to bargain with whoever was behind you. Was it bad that you often turned to humor in tense situations? Maybe, but it was the only sentence you could form with a gun held to your head. Your worst fear wasn’t dying, it was not having the upper hand. You raised your hands in the air slowly, keeping your head completely still as the pressure suddenly… disappeared.

“Don’t give me any ideas.” A familiar voice muttered, lowering the gun back into its concealed spot. Natasha. What could she possibly be doing here? You spun on your feet to face her. The agent with glowing locks of red hair, someone you used to know well, intruding without a word. It was almost like you could still see the mark you’d left on her, through the smile lines creasing her eyes when she’d squint, or by the grown-out highlights in her hair you artfully dyed. But now, she wasn’t an agent, not for S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway. Just like you, she ran when the terms of the accords finally got in the way of those she loved most. Including you. But now, you’ve both found yourself on opposite sides. Her, fighting for her friends, and you—fighting for yourself.

Swallowing the past, you looked at her dead on. “I didn’t realize they double booked this Air-BNB.” You joked, wondering if she would leave so you both could pretend this interaction never happened. Just like the last handful, all shoved under the rug. Because it was easier to pretend your relationship never existed than to face it head-on.

Natasha couldn’t help but smirk, deep down missing the humor that filled each of your interactions. But that was the past.Now you were the enemy. She had to keep a stoic expression—if not for you, for herself. “Sorry to crash your vacation.” She shrugged, slowly stepping around the place like she owned it. 

You furrowed your brows, watching her every move. You hadn’t seen her in over a month, and the first thing she did was hold a gun to your head? Your not-so-secret hideout was easily found by the Widow—not surprising, but intriguing. Why would she need to find someone she knows is hiding? Something was up, but it was impossible to see past the facade she carefully constructed. “What brings you here?”

She avoided eye contact. “Would you be scared off if I said you?” The words nearly caught in her throat, her eyes finally finding yours. You crossed your arms, opening your mouth but realizing you were at a loss for words. It was rare that someone rendered you speechless, yet Natasha somehow did. She always found new ways to surprise you.

“That depends, is this a honeymoon I wasn’t made aware of?” Even like this, you couldn’t help but joke, and a part of you kicked yourself over it. But Natasha’s amused and even more drawn to you. Still, it wasn’t the time. Based on her expression that quickly returns to a serious frown, she was clearly there for something more pressing.

“I’m here because of S.H.I.E.L.D.” She stated plainly, like she had thrown all of her concealed weapons out on the table. You inhaled sharply, eyes turning dark at the mention of them. They know. They must’ve found out about HYDRA and sent Natasha in their stead. She could break down your walls, and detain you in a second. But even more pressing than that, was the fact it could be true.

Your heart nearly broke into two, but you weren’t going to reveal that. “You’re working for them again?” You questioned like it was an interrogation. She shook her head, realizing just how destroyed the trust between you both was. Because of S.H.I.E.L.D., but not for?

“They’ve decided to renew the warrants out for our arrest. They’re coming for us.” Her words were cautious, like even speaking about it would cause a brigade of agents to appear at the front door. Your gaze fell to the floor, the implications flooding into your mind like poison. It was impossible for you not to run over every option, every possibility in your mind. Calculating carefully what your next move would be; how you’d escape yet another wild chase across the world. It’s what you’d always do in the face of a challenge, overthink each option until your mind was left numb—the only thing left to do after was hide.

Natasha easily noticed the old habit; her gaze watching your eyes fall, darting across the floor, your lips curving into the slightest of frowns. She was studying you—and although slightly out of practice after all this time, Natasha never forgot completely. “Hey,” her voice was soft, enough to draw you out of your swirling thoughts. A stern expression on her face, yet a certain warmth beneath it. Hidden under her eyes if you dared to look close enough. “I didn’t come here to stir up trouble. I came here to… be of help.” It was hard for her to admit it, the fact she did want to get you out of the situation safely. It had been months since she showed her care for you, the support you’d assumed faltered after you chose to follow a different path in the ongoing war.

The words were a relief, but you weren’t sure if they were true. It had been a while since you were able to trust someone, constantly out on the run from safe house to safe house. Alone, because it was easier that way. You desired it greatly, to share the burden of your reality with anyone else, but it wasn’t as simple as that. Especially not with Natasha. It was never simple with her. Even now, when your options are seemingly slim.

“You come here, hold a gun to my head, and now you’re trying to get me to trust you?” You weren’t trying to hide the fact there was a broken relationship between you both, especially after the anger you were forced to direct at each other after the accords. But deep down, maybe you knew that wasn’t ever Natasha talking, it was the puppeteering of S.H.I.E.L.D. Still, no one controls the Widow, not even you. She could’ve gone about it differently, you both could have.

With the light pouring in from the window, you could see her face more clearly. She looked tired, like she traveled far to be here today. Those little details never went unnoticed by you. “I needed you to listen.” Natasha almost sounded… desperate. It laced her words, like she was speaking from her heart and not from her mind.

“You could’ve just sent a text.” You commented, watching as she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Both of you knew the truth, that S.H.I.E.L.D. was already tapping into your supposedly ‘untraceable’ phones. If she had sent a message, they’d know you two were teaming up. But was that what was really happening?

She chuckled. That laugh, you’d waited so long to hear it again. It reminded you of why you let your humorous side show in the first place. For people like Natasha, who appreciate a cunning sense of humor, a quick joke amidst a serious situation. And this was most definitely serious. You toy with the idea of following her lead, agreeing you’d both need to figure out an escape plan from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s approaching attack.

“What did you have in mind? Y’know, to get us both out of this unharmed?” If she’d come unannounced, she at least had to have a plan. You knew her well enough to expect that Natasha never comes unprepared. 

She took a deep breath, making you question if she really did have a solid plan. “We run, like always. I know of a place Northwest we can stay. And we’ll keep dodging them until…”

“Until they forget about us. Again.” You finished her sentence for her, already understanding where this was headed. Running, hiding, with no end in sight. But the way she phrased it made something inside of your heart skip a beat. She said we. We, as in the two of you would run together, this time on the same side.

Thousands of questions formed in an instant, yet one stuck out over the rest. Where did that leave you both? Friends? Enemies? Acquaintances? You were unsure who the woman standing before you was. Natasha, whom you could still feel the soft touch of if you closed your eyes—or Agent Romanoff, who was stoic and cold, whose work was a relentless priority. Even if it was the former, did she like the idea of you two running off together? Or could she just not handle the guilt of letting you flail?

“Your eyes are doing that thing again.” She spoke, her stare intense with something that felt like more than strangers, more than friends. She wanted to convince you. “I think it’ll be good for us.”

You look at her, letting your expression relax, letting your worried posture fall. She wanted this. “There’s no team bonding better than hiding out together.” You joked softly, letting your eyes fully see what was in front of you. Not just Natasha, but what this could mean for the two of you. Was it time to stop your streak of being alone? Was it a sign of weakness?

“I like that, team.” Natasha smiled, and suddenly your heart felt like it was going to fall into your stomach. Not because you were scared of running, but because you wanted this, to be with her. The idea of you two hiding away together—keeping each other safe, isolated from the world, it didn’t sound so bad. It scared you how vulnerable you felt, more than the fact the strongest force of agents was on their way. How you felt okay with this, how you longed for this.

To say you were desperate for the touch of another would seem like an overstatement, especially since you’re not someone who feels that deeply. But when Natasha stepped closer toward you, her slow breathing audible by the time she stopped—you weren’t going to back away. Like a magnet, she was drawing you in. “What d’you say, will you run with me?” Her lips curved into a smile, eyes locked with yours. There was no way you could turn her down.

“I will always run with you, Natasha Romanoff."

[cordycepswitch]

There’s my dudes! That attack was amazing and I love everything about it.

We decided that our OCs were arrested for stealing a felony amount of pizza, and it was totally worth it 🍕

Whoops forgot to post the rest of my art fight so I will post them here lol.

First image: @basalith

Second image: madamedrak

Third image: @montejeska

Forth image: @littlemisshaleybug

Fifth image: RomerosJoker

Sixth image: @cordycepswitch

Seventh image: @catghoulart

And their partner: CyanideSaliva

https://toyhou.se/CyanideSaliva

Hope to do art fight next year !!! I hade lots of fun!!

[planetpedri]

Feel something — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pau knew he shouldn’t like you. You were his best friends sister. Off limits. So why couldn’t he get you out of his head? When it almost came out, not only did you seem to feel the same.. you also rejected him.

Word count: 1.14k

Disclaimer/s: This is going to be a part two and I will link it here when it comes out. Very important to note! Angst.

A/N: thank u enny pooh for coming up w this!

The quiet atmosphere of your living room only lasted until six in the afternoon, when you brother came home from practice or whatever he did that day, and usually accompanied by Pau.

So at five thirty, you chose to finish cleaning and decide on dinner. Since today was Friday, you ordered takeout as that was a routine you and Héctor had grown accustomed to since you both moved into the city together. After much contemplation, you choose pizza and breadsticks. Simple and easy, no going wrong.

While waiting for the food to arrive, you turn the TV on and click on the show you’d been watching recently.

The front door unlocking snapped your attention away, a smiling gracing your lips at the sight of your brother, then to Pau, who was closing the door behind him.

The take out order was in Héctor’s arms, “the guy arrived at the same time as us.” He explains, walking behind the couch to swat at your head like he did every time he came home.

Groaning, you duck and cover your head. “Nice to see you too.” You grumble, twisting around on the couch and climbing over it to reach the kitchen quicker.

Sliding onto one of the stools, you glance Pau’s ways with a grin. “Another slumber party? Seriously? Do your parents not miss you sometimes?”

Rolling his eyes at your teasing tone, Pau slides onto the stool beside you. Both of you watch as Héctor starts to open the pizza and grab plates. “They miss me plenty.”

“Can you guys shut up and eat.” Héctor quips, sliding two plates across the counter for each of you. “What movie did you want to watch?”

Halfway through taking a bite of the pizza, you pull it away. Licking the pizza sauce off your lips, you think for a minute. “Uh, not sure. You choose.”

“I don’t want to choose.” Your brother groans, “I chose last time.”

“Well I chose twice in a row before, so this is us getting equal—“

“Why don’t you just rock, paper, scissors, and figure it out.” Pau interrupts, only to be met either two glares being shot his way. He throws his hands up in defense, “I was just trying to help!”

The innocent look on his face makes you grin slightly, “okay! Why don’t you choose, Pau.”

The boy laughs, “yeah, no. Hard pass.”

“Why do we even have these movie nights if we never know what to watch?” Héctor chimes in, taking a bite of his pizza.

Swallowing your own bite, you huff. “You started this tradition, this is your own fault.”

Half an hour later, you’d all agreed on watching a show, ‘Money Heist’ which Héctor had vehemently argued that it was boring. Which he still seemed to believe as he’d fallen asleep not even twenty minutes into the second episode.

Now it was just you and Pau, alone, sitting on either ends of the sofa. You hated being alone with him, it left you nervous and jittery. Like you didn’t know how to act.

Mindlessly grabbing for more popcorn, the bowl in the middle cushion for easy access for both you and Pau, you feel a hand, his hand, graze yours.

Jerking it back, you send him an uneasy smile. Fingers tingling at the slight touch. “Sorry.” You whisper, waiting for him to grab his own handful. Even though, now you didn’t feel very hungry.

“It’s okay, you first.” He insists, motioning toward the bowl. When you shake your head, his eyebrows knit together. “Okay…” He says slowly, taking a handful of the popcorn.

When you don’t reach for yours, he examines your expression. “Are you okay? You look a little… nauseous.”

“Fine! I’m fine! Just fine.” You were too quick to speak, face flushing. “Not very hungry anyways.”

Pau nods hesitantly, plopping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. But his mind stays on you, your weird behavior, your jerky move after you touched. He could be thinking too much into it, but maybe you did like him back. Maybe. He shouldn’t even be pondering this, you were his best friend’s sister. There’s an unspoken rule, siblings were off limits.

But he had to try, Héctor was more understanding than most.

He says your name softly, gaining your attention. Your head snaps toward him, “what?” You ask. He’d spoken so quietly, you weren’t even sure he said it.

“How was school?” He chickened out. He completely chickened out! Internally groaning to himself, he takes a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth to distract himself.

A small chuckle escapes past your lips, “since when do you care about school, let alone how it’s going for me?” Pausing the TV, you glance at him curiously.

Pau’s eyebrows scrunch together, “what do you mean? I’ve always cared, when it came to you that is. Couldn’t care less about the school part.” Was he being obvious? Was that too obvious?

“Oh!” Is all you could get out. He cared, when it came to you. Which could mean nothing, I mean, seriously. There was no way he felt that way toward you. He was Héctor’s friend and sure, you liked him, but you didn’t expect anything from it.

“Sorry, was that too much?” He asks through a shy huff of breath. His eyes darting toward his hands in his lap, now empty of the popcorn now.

“No!” You say quickly, “no, it’s fine. Uhm, school’s going alright. It’s just boring and uneventful.”

Pau nods in understanding, “usually is. Seeing anyone?” He was trying to be subtle, but you caught on. Your lips twitching in an attempt to suppress a grin.

“Nope! You?”

“Nope.” There’s a beat, a bit of silence till Pau speaks again, “good, good.”

“Good?” You laugh, “what’s that supposed to mean?” Oh, but you knew. Your fingers picking at the fuzz on your blanket. You’d thought about this for years. This exact moment, but now you realize it shouldn’t be happening. You couldn’t feel these things, no matter how much you wanted to.

Your eyes flicker to Héctor who was fast asleep on the lounge chair a few feet away.

“Never mind, don’t answer that.” You clear your throat, “I should get to bed.”

Pau’s mouth falls agape, “already?” He was utterly and completely confused. You’d changed your mind that quickly, and he had no idea why.

Standing up and tossing your blanket over your shoulder, you can’t bring yourself to look at the boy. “Héctor is my brother, and you are his best friend. And it’s wrong. Very wrong. So. Good night, Pau.”

Leaving him confused and upset, you make your hasty retreat back toward your bedroom. But still, you couldn’t figure out if you’d just done the both of you a favor, or ruined something that could’ve been really, really good.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[cottonlemonade]

Epitome Of Stealth

word count: 867 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University AU!Tendou x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: like one mildly suggestive line if you squint

request: fluffy, skipping lectures with crush Tendou

“You are a terrible influence.” Your supposed scolding lost considerably in weight when it was accompanied by barely suppressed giggling as Tendou pulled you through the corridor past many closed doors, behind one of which you should have been absorbing a whole bunch of knowledge right now.

But your friend seemed completely unbothered, even waved it off like it was the biggest compliment someone had paid him all week.

“You’re just saying that!”

It hadn’t taken a whole lot of persuasion to get you to skip the lecture. In fact, none at all as soon as the word pizza became involved.

“Maybe we should go back.”, you said, becoming suddenly unsure of your plans.

Tendou stopped, not letting go of your hand though, “But the pizza.”

“The pizza will still be there after the lecture.”

Thinking about this for a moment he then leaned in, his face only a pepperoni’s width from yours.

“Come on, the professor is always late. He won’t even notice we’re not there because he never has time to call for attendance. Plus-“, lowering his voice he said, rather seductively, “think about how much better it will taste with the spice of knowing you’re doing something you’re not supposed to. Imagine the long strings of hot cheese and the crust, crispy on the outside, fluffy and stuffed full of even more cheese on the inside.”

You started to blush but more so from the look in his eyes than anything else.

You gulped, then took the lead and he followed suit, obviously having the time of his life.

In the second long hallway, chattering voices could be heard up ahead and with the stealth and finesse of a seagull on a French fry heist, he pulled you behind a large pillar, raising a long slender finger to his lips. When you stifled a laugh he regarded you with a frown as if you really didn‘t take this situation as seriously as you should and moved his finger from his lips to yours. The touch sent tingles through your body and you became very aware of his cologne. You hoped he would be too wrapped up in his make-belief to notice the flush of your cheeks.

The small group of students walked passed, seemingly questioning the sanity of the very obvious, very visible couple.

Only when they rounded the corner did he let you go, leaving the warm print of his touch behind.

“I think we‘re safe.“, he said after pulling out his phone to use the camera to spy around the pillar if the coast was clear.

“You know, I think they didn‘t care. Or knew that we were supposed to be in a lecture right now.“

“You never know, little plum.“, he gave you a look of lofty confidence, “You never know where the foe has their eyes.“

“Oh, of course. You’re so right.“ Shaking your head, you followed him further down the corridor.

The front door came finally into view and you were just mentally crossing your fingers that he wouldn‘t let go of your hand once you made it outside. Then he stopped in his tracks and you bumped into him.

“What?“

You looked ahead to find whatever he spotted, then saw the professor whose lecture you were just skipping walking your way, head lowered to his phone.

With your heart pounding in your chest you yanked Tendou out of the way towards a door in an alcove that you thought would lead to a bathroom but it was a utility closet - and it was locked. For a split second, you debated whether to just stand still and hope he wouldn‘t notice you or create a diversion. And so you grabbed Tendou‘s collar and in one swift move pulled him down for a kiss.

Catching on quickly, his hands immediately came up to hold your waist. But they didn‘t stay there. Apparently not knowing where to keep them, his palms roamed over your back and up to your neck to hold you as close as he could. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, letting you take the lead in the kiss but gently squeezing your soft and squishy body all over as if he had to make sure you were really there. The preoccupied professor had hurried past long ago but you were still kissing. When you finally broke apart, Tendou leaned back into the corner you had him pushed up against, panting slightly. His eyes searched yours as he ran the tip of his tongue experimentally over his reddened lips.

“You think he saw us?“, you asked unnecessarily. You didn‘t know what else to say. The kiss had muddled your mind.

He shook his head.

“You okay?“

He nodded.

“So… uhm… pizza?“

He nodded again, his eyes flicking from yours down to your lips and up again, swallowing hard and trying to redirect his very determined blood flow back to his brain with thoughts of all the communal showers in high school.

Feeling silly if you wouldn‘t, you took his hand again to make your way out the building. He didn’t let go of you until he had to when the food arrived at your table.

a/n: request for @haikyu-mp4

I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written a request for you xD thank you for the prompt! hope you enjoy 🌟

[brrypiiix]

The Cellmates

They have a ton more info already ready( 2 arcs, 3 big events and fully written lore) but simple introduction (they are criminals with more darker themes to them so please be aware)

Extra Info

Funkenstein - funk troll

Phaser - funk troll

Cinder - pop troll

Current - techno troll

Maverick - rock troll

Funkenstein will 100% kill you

Cinder will 100% kill you

Maverick is 70% likely to kill you

Phaser and Current the only ones who dont aim to kill unless special occasion

• Maverick was arrested like a week or two after the second movie, and was one of the leading causes for the royals to get together and come up with a solution about the major major criminals in each of their tribe

• Current was arrested three weeks after the second movie. Hertz group got to cocky and thought that Vibe City was perfect to make a bunch of money selling drugs there and thought it’d be easy so they were fast to try it

• Phaser at 18 was arrested a month after the second movie

• Funkenstein maybe was arrested by the end of the first month

• Cinder was arrested a couple months after the third movie

Funkenstein - High class surgeon and professor thats always secretly been fucked up and good at hiding what he’s been doing until authorities finally found out

Maverick - Brutal, highly well known hitman, one of the earliest caught and caused the royals to make a big decision of where to throw the really fucked up criminals

Current - Drug addict who was in a little drug dealing gang lead by his boyfriend Hertz, until their first major attempt to sneak drugs into Funk City and Current was left behind during their escape through the sewers/under parts of the city

Phaser - Extremely high level hacker and inventor. So much so that after he was arrested the Funk military took his inventions to use for themselves. He was caught due to a very certain altercation between him and his ex who so happened to be Darnell, prince of Funk. It caused an accident and Phaser to be arrested and thats how they found out all of his majorly fucked up crimes

Cinder - Boyband crazed fan gone wrong.

Also the cellmates lore has 2 arcs and 3 major events:

The Meeting Arc

The Great Escape

The Mansion Arc

The Sirens Tear

Last one is a surprise

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Bonus Info on some of the Cellmates. I’ll cover more later

Extra info on Funkenstein - He has a little brother named Willie who died at the age of like 5-6 due to sickness When Funkenstein was just 12-13. He was the only one Funkenstein felt a sense of love and care for. Funkenstein’s dad also was majorly horrible and enforced Funkenstein’s behavior to be more formal bc he came from a rich family. He’s also a monster compared to other trolls. Trolls are normally 6 inches, Phaser is 6 1/2 and Funkenstein is 7 inches. He’s also able to break shit like nothing. Also him being a high class surgeon makes it to where he knows how to kill someone instantly and does it with no expression no remorse. When he was arrested he hasnt experimented on anyone since except for a few exceptions. But beforehand whenever he’d experiment on someone he’d just turn the radio onto some old asf tunes, sometimes whistle along maybe, and just go about it at his own pace unbothered by the victims antics.

Extra Phaser info - Bro jams out to songs even on heists and his ass always gets in trouble. Maverick and him have the type of relationship where Phaser says or does some stupid shit and Maverick either beats his ass, punches him down or tries to. Phaser can also moonwalk. I need that to be known. Phaser also is a fucking king at cooking, but thats only because his parents heavily neglected him as a child so much so that he had to learn how to cook on his own. And yet Phaser’s favorite food is pizza and he’ll drag the others to the nearest pizza arcade to get some

Extra info on Current - Extremely co-dependent, weakness is gemstones or anything shiny, you get secondhand embarrassment from him because sometimes he’s just out of it and runs into things like a trashcan or a wall and sometimes knocks himself out with that. He’s also venomous

[thepizzaheist]

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PIZZA TOWER EPISODE 17 - HEIST PART TWO

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PIZZA HEROES

Peppino Spaghetti is the owner of a failing pizza shop. His coworker, Gustavo, seems to be the only person in his life that cares about him. One day he is called to a warehouse for a pizza delivery. Inside he finds four people surrounding a high tech device. A rat snatches up his box of pizza and runs into the device, causing an explosion. Peppino is able to escape the rubble of the building, and the other four caught in the explosion escape as well.

Peppino finds one day that he now has the ability to control and create pizza ingredients. Gustavo reveals to him that he is a superhero, Pawprint, and that the two should work together. Peppino takes on a new superhero identity to take down the people behind the recent crimes that have been sprouting up around town.

Name: Peppino Spaghetti

Super/Villain name: Chef Raider

Age: 39

Species: Human

Pronouns: He/Him

General story/Background: Peppino was born in Italy. When he was in his twenties, he fought in a war, then was discharged due to his violent tendencies towards other soldiers. He eventually moved to America and was able to start a restaurant with the small amount of money he had.

Name: Gustavo Fungo

Super/Villain name: PawPrint

Age: 38

Species: Gnome

Pronouns: He/Him

General story/Background: Gustavo was born in a gnome village deep within the forest. When he was young, he was gifted with the ability to control and communicate with plants and animals. He soon left the village and entered the city where he took up a job at Peppino’s Pizza. Gustavo often disguises himself as a human so people don’t recognize him as his superhero alter ego.

Name: Brick

Super/Villain name: Rattail

Age: 6

Species: Rat

Pronouns: She/Her

General story/Background: Brick was a lab rat mutated by a scientist. She soon escaped to the sewer where she started to grow! Giant rat! Gustavo heard her cries one day and took her in. Now the two work together as a superhero duo.

Name: Theodore Noise

Super/Villain name: The Noise

Age: 37

Species: Human-Rat hybrid

Pronouns: He/They

General story/Background: Theodore was a well known news anchor for the city. Totino convinced him to come to the warehouse, promising him that this new device could make him a lot of money. He was fused with the rat that caused the explosion and was shunned from the television industry because of how he looked. Now he resides with Totino and Phil, planning out heists so Totino can assemble a device to turn them back to normal.

Name: Phil Kalee

Super/Villain name: Pepperman

Age: 40

Species: Human-Pepper hybrid

Pronouns: He/Him

General story/Background: Phil was an artist trying to get his work off of the ground. Totino promised him that the device would get him famous. He was fused with the peppers on the pizza, and now helps carry out heists. The brawn of the group! Phil often fumbles missions because he insists he plasters each crime scene with graffiti as a calling card.

Name: Vigert Ebeneezer Lante

Super/Villain name: The Vigilante

Age: 41

Species: Human-Cheese hybrid

Pronouns: He/Him

General story/Background: Vigi moved from his hometown in the south after his grandfather passed. He vowed that he would bring justice and make the world a better place. Totino told him that this device could do just that. He was fused with the cheese on the pizza. Vigi soon confronted Totino about the changes, and Totino tried to deny them. Vigi was so outraged by his betrayal that he shot Totino, triggering his toon transformation. He is now one of the main targets of the gang (besides Peppino). Vigi isn’t afraid to kill in order for there to be peace. He seems rather neutral towards Peppino, and can either be fighting with him or against him.

Name: Toto “Totino” DiGiorno

Super/Villain name: Pizzahead

Age: 36

Species: Human-Pizza-Toon hybrid

Pronouns: Any

General story/Background: Totino and his older brother were adopted by a very wealthy couple, who only wanted the best opportunities for them both. Totino always had a big interest in science, so his parents arranged for him to have a job in scientific inventing when he grew up. After his parents passed, he quickly grew dissatisfied with how professional and “toned down” he had to be, and wanted more out of his inventions. Becoming a toon gave him the chance to be his true self, but also dialed up his behavior to a dangerous level.

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Name: Pɘqqino Ƨqɒϱʜɘtti/Fake Peppino

Super/Villain name: Anti-Raider/Fake Raider

Age: ???

Species: Dough Clone

Pronouns: He/They

General story/Background: After Totino went off his rocker, he became obsessed with defeating Peppino. So much so, that he created a clone to rival him. The clone was stable at first and resembled Peppino exactly. But after their first defeat, the clone began to melt. They now constantly follow after Pizzahead and are hell bent on one thing. Destroying Peppino and taking his place.

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THIS IS AN AU I’VE BEEN MAKING WITH @tinybubble330 !!!! i couldn’t fit everyone in this post, so expect a part two… eventually if people show enough interest in this

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Nightlife Drive

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Summer this year had been nasty hot and dry, leaving the air throughout the day like a cough. The Nights though, they were filled with humidity and more than once occasionally cool breeze—which gushed through and making up for the sweaty days.

It's summer nights—the late nights of midnight till dawn—like these, which are meant for a casual stroll or drive on the empty streets and city. It was a vibe of its own, an aesthetic of atmosphere to an unexplainable feeling to experience at least once in life.

The Radio—the local station had a field trip with tonights playlist, playing songs from Blondie, Madonna, Michale Jackson and so on—was turned up on full volume, blasting the current song of Murder on the dance floor and right next up, they said, ABBA's Dancing Queen would be played—and if they then played Footloose too, the party mood of tonight would be perfect.

Winning Stu over to dance with you to the current songs, was rather easy as he too—just like yourself—liked to dance. You tried to pull Billy in as well, knowing from experience he was capable of dancing, but he swatted you playfully away and setting out your guys late night order from Pizza-Hut on the picknick table.

It had been Stu who had the idea of this little trip. He wanted another nights out as the last one had been too long ago—actually that was two weeks ago, but Stu liked to make it a bit more exaggerated than necessary—thus Stu had whined about it all weeks to you and Billy till you both carved in.

So now, here you were with your two boyfriends, on top of one of those sightseeing hills, after driving a bit around through vast streets—where the view over Los Angles, Angel City it had been nicknamed—part of the State you belong to and call home—was magnificent and breathtaking as ever, with nights sky—heavenly filled with stars—and the many lights, like little dots, from the City which illuminate it like fairy dust.

Billy sipped on his cold cola, smiling at the sight of you dancing. Just seeing you and Stu so cheerful carefree, was like a drug of relaxation for him—lifting stress from his shoulders, Billy didn't realise he had.

Besides school and planning the heist of an upcoming legacy slaughter, nights like these were the best and to be cherished—just like the mornings after sex.

»C'mon loser's, get your asses over here and eat the Pizza«

Stu was the first, almost skipping towards the table and instantly started to devour the food. You on the other hand twirled around one last time, swaying your hips to the beat of song, which nears its end and fading out, before you sat down at the table too.

»Next time we're getting Burgers«

»No way Stu, it's gonna be Pizza again«

»I might agree on Pizza with [Nickname], but I'm more a man for Pasta«

»How about, the next time we're having a nights out, we're getting all three?« they both agreed to your suggestions.

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It's way past midnight now, the clock nearing its 4AM mark. The temperature had gone down and up here on the hill, the cool air of night did felt a bit freezing.

Laying onto a thick fluffy blanket under the starry filled sky, in between the arms—which engulfed you as if you're a Teddy bear—of Billy and Stu, was yet another indescribably feeling.

»How about, once we finished Highschool, we're doing a long ass road trip through California all the way to wherever you wish?« suggested Billy in a whisper, pecking the corner of your lips with his own.

»Sounds like a damn good plan, love«

Because a road trip through the states is such a wishful high fantasy dream—of a long forgotten decade in a past you felt nostalgic romantic about it—that you really looked forward to it, to make it actually happen.