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Okay I admit that I tried to draw Sally, maybe I have a difficulty (this was by far my best drawing) I'm really better at drawing on paper! I wanted to transfer it to digital but bleh I DRAW ON MY FINGER😭 #CHEGAMOSTABLEDIGITAL
Okay, it's an improvement, I'm just bad lol
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✄ Summary: Sal is in desperate need of a haircut, entrusting his locks into your amateur hands despite you butchering a client earlier that week.
✄ Total Post Word Count: 1.2k ✄ Writing Word Count: 1k
✄ Pairing: Sal Fisher & Aspiring Hairdresser!Reader (GN) (Romantic/Platonic, fully up to interpretation) ✄ Reader: You work at the local salon, you & Sal are both about 16-17, several incidents of you cutting your own hair in the bathroom as a kid (I think a lot of us did that though)
✄ Song Suggestion: The Calm - Steve Gabry (Feel free to loop, just ambiance)
✄ Requests or questions about my writing process, formatting/graphics, & anything else are more than welcome <3
✄ A/N: This was inspired by someone's headcanons I saw about Sal cutting his own hair, but now I can't find it anywhere. If that was you, don't be shy, reveal yourself :] Also this is my first jab of writing Sal (or Larry & Ash, though brief), hopefully I proof-read and edited this enough on my own for it to be good
Some Disclaimers: Do not ever use my stuff for AI, or any sort of data set.
Another snowy, winter evening in Nockfell, Minnesota slips by, spent sat next to a stretched out Sal. Your eyes skim the textbook balanced in his lap, physics, it's like another language to you. Slowly he turns the page, immersed in the texts and diagrams printed neatly inside.
Softly, you interrupt his focus, "do you think they'll ever stop arguing?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, his head raises, "Hm? What's happening?"
"Listen." You nod, smiling as you look over to Larry and Ash, a thick black bun piled on top of his head and her reddish-brown hair draped over her shoulders.
"-but charcoal is so much more fun." Ashley grumps, a thin vine-like stick you bought for her birthday clasped in her fingers.
Friendly, Larry quips back, "I'm telling you, graphite is much easier to control, charcoal gets everywhere!" His gestures mimic an explosion, a pencil caught in his hand.
Nearly silent, Sal's raspy voice whispers back, "I see what you mean now."
Shifting, you duck your head closer to his ear, "they've been at it for at least an hour now."
Quiet, he mutters, "They like art a lot more than I do."
You pick at the stray threads wisping from the hole in your jeans, "True, you're much more of a mathematician than the rest of us," you concede, tapping the thick textbook in his lap, "…besides Todd."
"How is that physics class going?" you ask, watching his head move away from your gaze, looking instead to the CD player. Sanity Falls quietly seeps from it- well, as quiet as Sanity Falls can be.
A soft sigh collides against his prosthetic, "It's good, just time consuming," he slumps further into the bean bag, "how's your job at the salon?"
You wince, reflecting on the day before, "…Messy. I butchered someones hair yesterday…"
He hesitates a second, before mumbling, "…ouch"
"yeah…" grimacing, your mind wanders off to the blunt layers and too much hair littering the floor. The cold slowed your hands, between that and your scattered mind… well someone walked out unhappy.
Sal's eyes focus on the pair on the other side of the room, watching their hands curve as lines smooth onto the paper. You may not be able to see his face, but you can tell there's something on his mind.
"…Do you want to practice on mine…?" he offers, bright cyan eyes staring, questioning.
You start to protest, your eyes widening at the trust he offers, "No I couldn't-"
He interrupts, steady in tone, "It's fine, already a mess anyways." His pale hand runs through the shaggy blue mess, overgrown and choppy.
Hesitating, you watch the uneven blue waves settle, "…are you sure?"
"Yeah." His response is simple, firm.
A lull in the conversation follows as you mull over the choice: risk your freinds hair, and improve your skill, or leave it be?
You and Sal may have met in a rather unconventional way, (a burning wig and ringing fire alarm were involved) but you two still get along unusually well. Maybe it's something to do with his desire for styled hair and your need of practice.
"Do you think they'll notice if we leave?" you ask, suddenly twice as nervous as before.
His eyes glitter with humor, "in an hour, sure."
Laughter bubbles in your chest, a happy glow greeting Sal's eyes as he sets his textbook aside. Roaring laughter from Larry bursts the quiet bubble you've had with Sal for the last few minutes, the both of you freezing your struggle from the bean bag.
Breaking the pause, he quips, "better now than never."
Your keys jingle in the lock as it finally loosens, the door swinging open as Sal stands behind you, silent as ever. Green carpet and neutral walls greet your eyes, decorated with family pictures and a colorful rug.
Following you closely behind, his eyes survey the empty apartment, "your parents aren't home?"
"They're busy tonight," you reply, striding to the kitchen, tossing your keys onto the counter with a loud clatter, "do you want something to drink?"
"No, thank you." he replies, as you shuffle through the fridge. Dissatisfied with what you find, you shut the creaking door with a sigh.
"well, then to the chair with you" you gesture towards the small dining table cramped against the far wall, humor laced in your tone.
The chair squeaks as he pulls it from the table, watching you duck into the bright bathroom just off the living room. Folding his arms, he settles his head onto the cold surface, watching a tiny carpet beetle creep across the marbled vinyl as he waits.
It's not long before you flop down into the chair beside him, setting down a black, plastic box filled with your hair tools. Combs, scissors, shears… you're pretty sure you have a curling iron somewhere.
"So… what do you want done?" you start, eyes lifting to the spotless mask that adorns his face- well except the purple-ish pink section across his left side.
"uh… whatever works best…?"
You stand, his gaze following your movements. Yours on the other hand are more concerned about his choppy layers, adjusting his gaze forward and down.
"hm…" you hum anxiously, fingers brushing the straps holding his mask in place, "can this come off?"
Relief floods your veins as his hands reach up, working the clasps loose. A glimpse of exposed sinew reflects in your eyes as he sets it onto the table, his hands resting on his knees.
Slowly, blue hair floats and collects on the ground, minutes ticking by as you work, your hands warm and mind clear. Finally, you finish, guiding him to your bathroom and trying not to run him into every wall on the way there. Your hands rest on his shoulders, the both of your expressions reflected in the mirror.
"You can open your eyes now." You say, tapping the fraying burgundy of his shirt sleeve. His eyes crack open, jaw popping wide as he leans forward to inspect your handiwork. Your hands slip from his shoulders, pride gleaming in your smile.
He turns to you, disbelief across his expression, "I don't believe you butchered that clients hair at all."
You just smile, a bit cheeky. Many mannequins, and incidents when you were five, desiring new bangs, led to this skill of yours- though Sal's bangs are much more impressive than the ones you did when you were five.
BOOO, Surprise. Have a fav piece of artwork I found. Thanks for reading till the end <3
It's good to know the Sally Face fans are still kickin' years after the final release of the last chapter and the announcement of the new game in development.
Btw I'm a writer and I might start up some fics soon :]
🚭🥀SMOKEY ROSE 🥀🚭
~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Larry x Reader Fic~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TW: Slight use of drugs will be used in this fic
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Larry was having one of those days again. The day was moving by slower than it was supposed to, drifting in and out to sleep as he attempted to complete the semester's midterm before spring break. As time ticked and ticked, the more pissed he got looking at the numbers on his paper til he couldn't take it anymore.
"Can I go to the nurse I'm not feeling the best," he said quickly raising his hand.
The teacher, who was as ready to leave for the break as everyone else shook his head.
Larry quickly got up from his seat and nearly speed-walked out of the silent room into the school halls. With this, he could take a painful sigh of relief. He couldn't focus with his mind in a panic. He needed to calm his mind for a brief moment. Hopefully, the teacher wouldn't notice he was gone for too long. He made his way down the halls to the janitor's closet. Just as he opens the door he's shocked to see a small figure curled up in the corner next to the paper toilets, rolling a blunt.
The figure looked up at Larry, sharing his shock but soon sighing in relief as he closed the door behind him.
"That better not be my secret stash," his whisper was harsh but playful
"Of course not~," dragging your words as you pull out ur lighter "Wanna puff?"
"You're going to ask me if I want a puff of my own shit in my secret hiding spot?"
"Well if you put it that way-"
"Just hand me the stupid blunt," he laughs as he sits down next to the dirty mop and playfully snatches the blunt and lighter from you. "I reckon you're having a shitty day too?"
"Oh, boy don't I have a story to tell you!" You stood up in the cramped little closet telling the story about how you've been going through a runt with your art teacher about your art group project and how Travis, one of your group partners, was making a problem. Larry sat and listened to it all, nodding his head as smoke filled the cramped room.
He always thought it was funny how you always had to stand up and move around to tell a story, the way you pouted when you were upset, everything about you tickled his brain in a funny way. Maybe it was the smoke, he thought so many times. But the more he spent time with you the more that funny thought turned into something more, something stronger, something that for the past few months he has finally realized. At that moment in time, he wondered what you both could be.
...
"-LARRY!"
"Huh," he quickly snapped out of his thoughts, soon realizing that you were leaning in front of him snapping your fingers in his face.
"Were you even listening?" You frowned
"Oh yeah of course! Yeah, Travis, total dickhead-" Larry stopped as you giggled, and lightly grabbed the blunt between his lips.
"I think you've had enough of this," you giggled as you slipped the blunt between your own. "So why are you here, don't you have a midterm today?" You say as you try to flip your lighter struggling.
And at that moment something happened. Larry didn't know what, but he felt something. That weird itchy feeling in his chest grew stronger and it wasn't from the smoke. He knew. He always knew. But the words never slipped out his mouth the right way.
"Oh umm... just... math test, yeah math test."
"Guessing you couldn't focus?"
"Yep."
"Well that's understandable," Take one more puff before standing up and handing it back to Larry. "Just don't stay in here for too long."
"Wait you're leaving already."
"Yeah, I have to head back before the teacher begins to wonder where I am."
"Oh," he sighs as you reach and twist the handle of the door.
"Awwwww, is lil Lar-Bare gonna miss me," you mimic in a baby-like tone
"Fuck you," he yells as he grabs a dirty cloth and throws it at you but not before you close the door, leaving the damp cloth slide down the door. Leaving him with himself and himself alone.
He sighed looking down at the blunt he had given back to you. The itchy feeling was getting worse by the day. Every day that he saw you the feeling always got worse. And knowing that information scared the shit out of him.
He liked you. Liked really, really liked you. Yet every time that those words came to mind, he pushed them away not giving them a second thought. But now the slightest thought of you drove him crazy, nuts even.
Before those thoughts took over again he quickly took another puff hoping the smoke would help with his overriding mind. Yet as he took his puff he quickly began coughing, from such a strong inhale. He coughed and coughed hoping that the sting would go away in his chest but it only got worse. Causing something to come up from his throat in sharp pain. Quickly spitting it out on the tile floor of the closet. Catching his breath he looked over to what he had and regurgitated, to his shock he found something unusual.
Two red rose petals covered in saliva on the floor
"What tha-"
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Okay so IK i have a fic I'm already working on a a Bunnydoll fic along with a like a TADC AU but I had to post this because before I even had this account I had another account that was created like 2 years ago and it had this fic on it, but SOME HOW it was deleted (that was like 3 years ago when I was super into sally face)
I honestly was turn this into a drawing and/or a like a full story
travis, being evangelical, believing that love is conditional and if he can just Be Good Enough then his father will love him, or at the very least stop beating him, vs. larry being a failure and his family and friends loving him anyway, instantly obliterating travis's transactional worldview
Reblog if you’re a Sally face fan so I can stalk your blog
Is this fandom still alive?
Can ppl PLEASE stop fetishizing trans ppl?
Oc info (From one of them at least)
This is one of my Sally Face OCs, I'm planning to make sheets for other OCs too
Happy late birthday, Sal :3
I think i made something
Just a reminder that not every male character who is effeminate is trans.
(i'm talking about Sal trans headcanons as a trans person who also has a Sal kin and is effeminate)
Trying to draw something to get the motivation to draw other things 💪
I tried to draw Sal in moe artsyle because I thought it would be funny
An old drawing there for you guys
An attempt at drawing my oc in the SF art style 🤡🕊️
Goretober day 2
Late because I was feeling sick. I thought this was crap, but yeah...
Goretober 2024
This Sal is from an AU of mine. It's 1 hour late because I almost had a heart attack. Good night.
Maybe an oc art won't kill anyone
Most of the ppl who are anti/dislike Salvis and salash be like: i don't like this ship bc for me it doesn't make sense/is toxic. But i'll not harass u if you like it, just dni with me
Most of the ppl who are anti/dislike larrysher be like: "i hope you don't have siblings, you're weird. Lol", "that's gross asf", "if you ship it, you should kill yourself" (haha, harass)
Emphasis on "almost" because I don't know what everyone in the world is like (obviously), and I'm also not counting the old fandom in the post. Also, this is just the majority of the people I see (all of them tbh). Btw, all the things written in the second paragraph are actually things I heard lol
Vtmnc dessa bosta, fodi com o desenho digital tmb
Working on two drawings. I haven't even started one yet and I don't know if I like the other 🤡💔
Orra 💔
Working on two drawings. I haven't even started one yet and I don't know if I like the other 🤡💔
Orra 💔
I need to see Todd and Neil just a little bit sus bc nobody makes that art😑
Working on it!
Sério, nem tenta
(Seriously, don't even try)
I wasn't even going to post this drawing here, but I thought I could try
The official SF discord server can be a traumatic experience.
I finished the drawing :3
"... Larry, you're so pretty."
In my head, Sal would listen to this guy even if he don't understand the lyrics
Why doesn't anyone talk about how racist the SF fandom is?
