Ship So Rare Theres No Fanart Or Ship Name Or Fanfics Or Anything About Them Anywhere And So You're Just

MY SHAYLA!

enough with the forcefem and the forcemasc, I’m trying out forcestrange

I’m gonna turn you into something unrecognizable and inhuman, and you’re gonna like it

Every time I see this poem floating around on my socials, I read it in Larry’s voice.

salad fisher

Salmon Fisher

you have destroyed me

sal fisher | headcanons

1. bony, a bit underweight, little to no muscle but can still take someone down

2. super fast metabolism (skipping meals can make him lose weight too quick)

3. i feel like he was born with blonde hair but dyed it blue, and his dad dyed his hair too to try to be closer to his son

4. favorite bands were probably red hot chili peppers and the cure before discovering metal

5. an amazing poet. keeps a diary of his works. will show you if you ask (if you even find out, that is.)

6. sings like an angel. sounds like mat kerekes of citizen (listen to 'yellow love' or 'jet')

7. is cool being misgendered. likes the idea of being a boy and a girl. probably gender-fluid (male+)

8. not necessarily asexual, but more like an unsure virgin. (but definitely bi-curious)

9. hopeless romantic. always wanted his life to turn into a sappy john hughes film

10. has harry potter level sass but is too nice to act it out

11. having a prosthetic on throughout most of his day can build up bacteria. Very committed to skincare because of this

12. loves horror movies, except where the villian is ugly/deformed. he hates the idea of if he ever decides to show his face, people will run the other direction just like in those movies. (soft boi is not a monster)

13. he makes mixtapes. mostly for himself, but has made custom ones for close friends.

14. will drop everything for scooby doo. even though he is still traumatized, he could never let go of the show that his mom and him would watch every saturday morning. (sometimes catches himself before looking to his side and asking "mom did you see that??")

15. has a collection of glass eyes. when he's feeling it, he'll choose different colored irises to match his outfit

every day i wake up and the first thing i do is check the sally face tags

unpopular opinion, i'm sick of seeing philip's face (i hate him)

im just not someone who can like a character over looks alone

Smoking sessions

Sal fisher x reader x Larry Johnson

Art credit to: @plusvanity

Smut-Drabble:

None of you really spoke on what the three of you were. No one would act how they did when the sun came down, and everyone got off of work.

Larry would be the first to sit down and set everything out on the table. Rolling up a blunt in a way that seems out of character for his easy going, laid back nature. Folding the paper aggravated, yet skilled as he’s done many times before.

You would sit down beside him secondly. Sinking into the couch as you Watched Larry play with the lighter with his calloused finger tips. holding the rolled up paper to his lips. he inhaled deeply, then held his breath for a mere minute, then exhaled through his nose. The smoke vapor looked almost hypnotic to you as it danced into the air softly. It’s sight you can’t get enough of, even though you’ve seen him do this multiple times before.

Sal would be last to join. Changed into a loose wife-beater and some sweat pants. his mask off. You and Larry where the very few people who get to see him like this. it almost made you feel honored in some sense. He would sit on the end of the couch to watch Larry give you the blunt and would help you count from inhale, hold, to exhale. Larry’s hands would be lazily draped around you as you passed the joint to sal. Sally would hit it differently than larry, he would inhale, hold it, then would lay back in the couch as he didn’t really exhale, but let the smoke deep out of his mouth and nose as he talked to Larry.

Sal would reach his hand over your head to pass it back to Larry as the cycle would start over. They’d both would get more progressively handsy with you. Larry’s hands resting on your inner thigh. And Sals hand would slide up your back from under your shirt. You would let them touch you, not stopping them as they carried their conversation.

after your third or fourth hit, your shirt would have been discarded. you’d be left in just your panties. leaning back into Sal as he palmed at your breasts as Larry would slide off the couch. Lowering his head between your thighs. He Engulfed his tongue into your wet cunt. You whimper and moan into sals mouth as he explored yours with his tongue, you could feel his tongue piercing and fingertips discover your body and skin.

That’s it I go to bed now <o^o>

the gods know what you’ve done.

An old sally face comic strip. (I think I’m gonna start posting more art bc I need a motivation)