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[story-magic]

🍕 Chica sighs, "Ya you're right" she tells her girlfriend holding her hand and heading to the Rockstar Row. Chica made a happy expression on her face.

Roxanne held her close, not wanting to let go of her girlfriend. Her wolf tail was wagging. After what seemed like hours, Roxanne broke the kiss "We better head to our room before Vennesa yells at us," she said.

[nora-yoko]

[starbow-dreams]

Peppino... in SPACE

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

My eyesight is getting so lame lately, to the point that even though I know @frankedz made your beautiful icon - I SAW IT WHEN IT WAS POSTED - I saw still like, "Aw, sweet, now it's Markus eating pizza!"

So that's what today is gonna be, I guess.

LMAO after squinting a bit, I totally see what you're seeing and I will probably think the same thing every time I see it now, so thanks for that 🤣

[thesinnersgallery]

happy fat (trans) man friday ft. peppino. you agree

(i made this as body practice and thought tumblr would enjoy this as much as i enjoyed drawing it)

[mimorobo]

Drop this PIZZA 🍕 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you PIZZA! Let's spread a little PIZZA 🍕

...

Cheese you know me too well...

🍕🍕🍕🍕 LETS DO THIS!! 🍕🍕🍕🍕

>:D

[lavenderrvalleyy]

My side of an embarrassingly and ridiculously overdue art trade with @cutechan555, who wanted BF and Peppino hanging out :D

It's pizza night and our blue-haired lad is very excited (I don't blame him, Peppi makes a damn good pizza :3)

[fligniuz]

Hi flig would you mind writing a lil sum about lu dating someone who s/h maybe on their thighs 🫣sorry if this is too much im just curious how he’d react or sum. Again sorryyy 🥺

-🍕

hi anon! i just wanted to say that this isn’t too much at all! i have a history of self harm as well (3 years clean tho!) and it sucks to never see it represented in fanfic. i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself💚

maybe he invites you to go swimming once it’s summer and you’re hesitant, but he can’t figure out why

“do you not know how to swim? or do you just not like it? what’s up?”

and you aren’t sure how to answer because it’s really about the exposure more than anything. but luigi wants to take you to the beach with him oh so badly, so you eventually agree, deciding that you can just cover yourself appropriately and not get in the water

but luigi is nothing if not observant, so as you’re about to leave he comes upstairs to grab the sunscreen and catches what you’re wearing

“you know we’re going to the beach, right? what are you doing wearing long sleeves? you’re not even gonna bring a bathing suit?”

he’s just bombarding you with questions and the guilt of keeping something from him is getting to you, pressure on top of undeniable pressure, and the band of secrecy inside your brain just snaps like a twig

you strip off your clothes so that you’re down to your underwear and luigi can see you, all of you—all the blemishes and scars littered on your body, some aged and some fresher. he sees all the hurt that you’ve been hiding from him all along and it breaks him into pieces like shattered glass

i do think he would cry. it would happen very quickly and he would try to control it because he doesn’t want to make you feel any worse, but i think it would just be too much for him to take in at once. he’d have big crocodile tears welling in his eyes as he asks you “did you do that to yourself?”, even though he already knows the answer, and when you confirm it he feels like he just took a gut punch from someone with a fist 3x the size of his head

“i didn’t know,” he would say, “i had no idea. why didn’t you tell me sooner?” and if you express that you were in any way worried about his reaction he’ll be super reassuring, like “i would never think any less of you for something like this” and “you could’ve told me you were struggling, you can tell me anything”

you guys don’t go to the beach, but you do get held in his big strong arms for a long while, with him rocking you back and forth and whispering his affections to you

it would scare him and throw him into a spiral of anxiety, because what do you mean his baby has been carrying all of this alone, and in such a violent manner? but he would never be condescending or insulting about it. he may not fully understand but he tries his absolute best to. i could definitely see him reading about self-harm and what drives people to develop such behaviors to better grasp the problem and how he can help you. would be a big advocate of harm reduction when it comes to you, and he would keep around fidget toys for when you have an urge and need something to distract yourself with

he only asks of you one thing: “any time you want to do this again, you come to me. okay?”

[k1tsu-au]

Midnight Chataway.

1/3

🍕& 🍔

TWS: child neglect, SH implications & suicide mention.

writing below the cut!!

There was no actual way of telling the time in these hell games, you just had to guess what time you had to get up and what time you got to go to sleep, though sleep wouldn’t do much good because half the time the repeated deaths of those close to you (literally) replayed and replayed over and over again in your mind till you awoke- or till you got numb to seeing blood and death so often alike Noob, who’s been here the longest- or Guest 1337, who’s a war veteran.Nobody really knows if he died to get into this limbo or not,all that he himself remembers is being pushed before a grenade exploded.Elliot had learnt about the nightmares on his second night,so he tried to get little sleep as he has been squeamish since he was little- and still is!He was actually quite used to being sleep deprived- one of the ‘perks’ of being apart of a family that would publicly humiliate you if you were anything below perfect.His father used to make him stay awake late at night,making him memorize how to make certain pizza types off by heart when he was around 15ish.Sure, he was way past 15 now -11 years to be exact- but it was stuck with him like a bur with a grudge.It was probably one of the prime reasons why he struggled to get to sleep nowadays.Anyways- Elliot wasn’t exactly doing anything.He had just grabbed a glass,went to fill it outside,and then walked back into the cabin.It was the equivalent of walking into a room and forgetting what to do almost immediately.He held his glass of water in one hand and used his other arm to prop himself up as he leaned ontop of the cabinet infront of fireplace, which seemed lifeless and dull now.I should probably turn it on- I’m gonna be here for like..another 2 hours or so?Plus,it’s cold as shit in here,He thought to himself.At first, Elliot had only began coming in the cabin when everybody else was sleeping was to change his bandages without feeling like Chance,or whoever was in their cabin, was watching him.He hated the burn marks.It had ruined his reputation in his fathers establishment- which he wouldn’t of cared much about if it wasn’t for the fact that his father produced hard hits.And worst of it, he had to stay in eternal hell with the man who ruined him.He didn’t speak to 007n7 too much.It brought back bad memories.Not only of the pizzeria burning,but of..But of why 007n7 got put here and their shared lovely memories that Elliot tried so hard to get rid of.But- there wasn’t time to dwell on the past,what’s done is done.The bare and rotten side of his face still felt like it was aflame when he woke up sometimes.There was a lot of phantom pain,specifically where he got the surgery so he could continue speaking to the customers.A sudden,wary and strained voice -

“..Hell..o?”

- disconnected Elliot from his thoughts and made him jump.He got spooked quite badly- he splashed a good amount of water on himself when his body instinctively went into flight mode.Awkward silence filled the cabin.Just a bit inside the cabin,illuminated softly by the dimly lit moon he could just about make out the silhouette of 007n7.His hair was ruffled and didn’t look taken care of.His eyes, once somewhat vibrant with life were dull and depressed like the day he had shot himself,but they still gave the same slightly warm glow they used too.They both spoke at the same time.

“H-“

“Sor- Sorry,you can speak.”

“No,No.I was just gonna say hi back.Uh,what were you saying?”

007n7 mumbled- Elliot caught his name in the quiet murmurs before 007n7 spoke up again.

“I was just gonna..just gonna say sorry for scaring you.” He seemed to sound slightly more confident as he spoke.

“It’s..fine,” Elliot grumbled.It felt awkward trying to talk to 007n7 again. “I just wish I wasn’t absolutely soaked right now.”

“Sorry..”

Elliot was beginning to get a bit agitated with how many times this washed up bloke kept apologizing.

“Thats like you saying sorry because the suns too hot.Not everything that is slightly caused by the butterfly effect is your fault.” He snorted playfully and rolled his eyes,feeling oddly comfortable with being jokey right now.

007n7 seemed brighten up a second- giving an almost silent chuckle before quieting himself.

“Do you..uh, want me to-to go?” He stammered.Elliot was about to agree before he got an idea.

“No,actually.I want to talk to you about something,” The 5 stages of grief seemed to flash through 007n7’s eyes. “Sit down with me.” Elliot turned away from the cabinet,which his arm had gone sore from leaning on.He left his glass of water next to the vinyl as walked towards one of the smaller chairs and practically threw himself onto it.007n7 seemed like a deer in the headlights before quickly sitting down the the small chair next to Elliot.

“So,uh..What did you want to talk about..?” 007n7 asked nervously- you could practically hear the wobble in his voice.

Elliot breathed in and hoped he wouldn’t manage to set the ex-hacker off.

“When you had the argument with Builderman -well it wasn’t really an argument it was just Builderman getting pissy at you-“

“Uh-huh..What about it?”

“I know what you were searching for in the drawers.”

007n7’s face went ghostly white.

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yoohoo..!!!first bit of this done,and I was procrastinating it so badly </3

also why do I only pop off when I post stuff about this sad father 💔

[zombiter]

since im so fuckin SICK of seein this shit

basic rules of crust pants and battle jackets:

it doesn't fucking matter

none of it fucking matters!

put whatever you want on there! as long as theres crust bands on your crust pants and bands you actually listen to on your jacket, nothing matters.

you can wash em? good on ya! you can but don't? good on ya [but that's a little gross]! you can't and don't? still cool!

it's about expressing urself. theres no fucking guidelines, if anyone tells you otherwise they're an elitist bitch!

spend as much money as you want, spend as little money as you want, as long as it's diy and as long as you follow the like two "rules" of practicing punk ideology and having bands you actually listen to on your stuff, nobody is going to stop you!

being punk is FUCKING AROUND!! theres no fucking guidelines! just listen to the music and follow the ideology! you don't have to dress punk to be punk! you don't have to dress metal to be a metalhead!! don't let anyone boss you around because you don't have a bunch of fancy shit based off the subculture.

[kibblbread]

a little mood board for pizza gorl and JT because they’re all I’m thinking about these days.. i need to draw so bad but the art block is beating my ass up fr!

i feel like doing more of these though this was highkey funnn

@morverenmaybewrites

[starbow-dreams]

Peppina !!!

[principe-quimerico]

Ra's: Sometimes I don't understand... why do you find it so difficult to open up to others? Why do you refuse to love freely?

Tim: You have wandered this world for centuries, what is so difficult to understand? Love hurts and, in my experience, it has only left me feeling abandoned.

Ra's: Well, a bad experience, not even a million make the rule... And it is precisely that fear of being hurt that ends up hurting us, when we love we have to do it freely and sincerely, the past doesn't matter, only the present with the object of our love.

Tim: Cute, but that doesn't mean the other person feels the same way or loves the same way.

Ra's: you will see, beloved, that there is no love without suffering, and the deeper that love is, the suffering will only equal it; Love is beautiful, but like all beauty, it requires sacrifice, fighting harder to strengthen it and make it last until the ashes

Tim: For you, is there no other way to love?

Ra's: Not if it's worth it

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[splash96]

[disseram-que-sou-doido]