#as would sal and ty

[waitingonthewind]

Out of all your characters (from games or otherwise), which one do you think is the most like you? In what ways? Was it intentional, or was it an accident you only noticed after the fact?

(Feel free to delete if it feels too personal 🙈)

@undead-potatoes aaaaaa thanks so much for the ask!!! i don't love doing self reflection (i have a hard time in identifying things about myself and often rely on other people to Tell Me Who I Am) but i love talkin about my ocs so this ended up really big

ill pop the majority of this under the cut but here take an unfinished doodle of my first attempt at a fursona in this the year 2023 bc i finally had some insight into What That Might Be for me its a leafy sea dragon bc as a kid i loved dragons and also leafy sea dragons specifically and as an adult i love fish and plants and the colour green ok basics covered here we go

its a really tough one, especially since all my characters have huge parts of me in them (u point to one of my guys and there's a 99% chance they're queer and a 95% chance they're autistic), and the majority of my characters infect me with Their personalities and traits (speech mannerisms especially... i went about 3 years peppering the word gotcha into every other sentence bc of ollwyn. in terms of it being intentional, usually only one or two bits with each character. i try my best to give characters personality traits and interests that differ from my own, or at the very least mix and match bits and pieces.

sometimes i'll try and make characters that are so so different from me but then it backfires because it means that im far more likely to pick up that character's traits (i didn't swear at All in my whole life until i tried making a character outside my comfort zone who Did swear a lot and now fucking look at me). i also don't like doing my Research so going for interests that i don't know a lot about means i don't. know anything about them lmao.

i think it's impossible to have a character that isn't at least Somewhat like you, we draw from our own experiences and ways of seeing the world, after all. i know i put little pieces of myself into every character and it's hard to say if there's any One character that embodies me most.

almost none of my characters really look like me tho

all that being said i've narrowed down my entire list to three of note. all three are dnd or other ttrpg characters bc they're the ones that i find myself having to think most about in terms of how they Think and Feel in any given situation and over time would notice stuff about myself or about them that i didn't realise were related.

i think these days ollwyn wins out personality wise goofy, indignant, lonely, desperate for approval, and loud. they're stubborn and enthusiastic, needs to be centre of attention but doesn't want to take the lead. they don't have many friends but latch onto those they do make. i re-realised my rat dreams because of them. i made em a bard bc i was obsessed with music as an aesthetic.

i made em a half-elf because i didn't wanna be Too out there with character creation (back when i was a terrified lil new rp-er who hadn't touched dnd before and felt i hadn't Earned anything more interesting yet). then magic and stuff happened and they got all the over-the-top design elements i was too nervous to implement initially and even that feels representative of my Own growth in being more Out There with my aesthetics and personality (i.e. completely shutting off my social filter, not toning shit down so much anymore)

oh i know i said none of my characters really look like me but i almost never draw ollwyn with their mouth fully closed and i only realised like years later that it may have been just a mild lil projection of a habit. i got big front teeth and breathing issues and i find it uncomfortable to close my lips Most of the time lmao

my poor unfortunately named aasimar (it was 2018........ i promise...............) takes the cake when it comes to suffering the brunt of my neurodivergence and sensory issues, and represents a significant portion of the judgy parts of myself that i try not to let myself be. strong opinions, blunt, tone issues, big issues with food and touch. comes across as, and often is, very critical. the biggest difference between me and them is that they don't feel bad about those aspects of themself lol

where i spend every moment of my life either desperately concentrating on my wording so as not to come across as rude, or feeling shitty for coming across as blunt/aggressive in tone or phrasing (where 99% of the time i absolutely don't mean it that way im autistic pls im autistic if i wanna be able to get the Right words out the tone doesn't match and vice versa), corona just says what they want or what they think, and if people get offended, that's People's fault for not trying to make more of an effort to understand the way they talk.

sal is my Top Oc Of All Time and as such takes on a lot of random aspects of myself (skin picking, fidgeting, latent anxiety, All of the visual aesthetics i Wish i could pull off, my love of birds, my tendency to Mr Burns Posture my way through life. she's also very very australian), while also inflicting things on me lmao ive learned more about my gender from the years of playing her in her rp campaign than in the rest of my entire life. a lot of her experiences and dynamics with her friends and family reflect a lot of aspects of my own

i only want good things for her and constantly put her through fucking hell

anyway they're all So Much Weirder as people than I can really put on paper and in (relatively) different ways but i just know it all stems from the Who I Am of it all

bonus shout out to beki:

she was my homestuck fankid and first proper oc, which also meant that she was only about two steps away from a self insert. because i made her as a teenager, i feel the distance between us more each year, but im still very fond of her, in the same way i am for my teenage self. i wanna pat her head and tell her she's cool and not annoying and that her friends don't hate her and that things will be okay

i think it says a lot about me that all four of these guys fall somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum (almost in order of least to most aggressively aro/ace. ollwyn's a demiromantic greysexual, corona is demi + grey on both romantic & sexual orientations, sal's pretty much only interested in the One Guy Ever, and beki is sex repulsed, 100% aro/ace) lmao

#ask #undead-potatoes #oc #my oc #character talk #ole two toes sal #beki #ollwyn #i cant tag my aasimar #i just cant #idk if tumblr would block that shit ugh #i named em before it all i swear #ty so much for the ask i love talking abt my fuckin weird lil freaks

[troublewithvampires]

@itsybitsypeterparker said: ((you <3'd for a pete!!!)) "i….really hope you prefer animal blood. think i know a farm around here…." of course he couldn't shut his trap. peter lingered a bit further from the man, unsure how to proceed. "trust me, with all the garbage i eat, my blood would be super gross."

Salvatore wrinkled his nose as he looked at the kid standing before him, his expression quickly screwing up into an irritated frown. He couldn't exactly blame the poor kid for being nervous, especially because he'd managed to catch Salvatore outside of his human disguise. Clearly, he could tell he was looking at a vampire, and he was afraid.

Even knowing all of that, the nervous babble tumbling out of his mouth had Salvatore rolling his eyes.

"Animal blood tastes like shit," he said. "And it ain't fulfillin' in the slightest." He decided to lean into the unease the kid was clearly feeling a bit, allowing a grim smile to cross his face. "Sure, I've made do with worse, but if I have a choice..." He trailed off.

After a moment, his smile fell and he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look, kid, you don't gotta worry about me trying to drink your blood--I don't kill just any random innocent sap I want. I ain't a goddamn monster." Well.

Salvatore crossed his arms. "So you're safe," he said. "Just don't piss me off or try to pick a fight, and you're fine."

#❝ i'll talk your ear off‚ kid ❞ 「 answered 」 #❝ take it from old sally two shoes‚ kid ❞ 「 in character 」 #itsybitsypeterparker #❝ that's the trouble with vampires‚ you know ? ❞ 「 main verse 」 #//ty for the pete!!! :D #//peter: haha heeeey so you're a vampire. um. you wouldn't happen to prefer animal blood right?? #//sal: would rather die again thanks

[henrysfedora]

Gdjdg. Can we just imagine the hugest temper tantrum Henry would throw when he realized his best friends smoozed him so they could use the last bit of his hair gel-Sal

henry blushing like a tomato when he gets absolutely flattered by them <3

ever since @tommytranselo and @samtrapani brought up henry stomping his foot when he's angry and things aren't going his way, I've been losing my shit over it ever since. that is exactly how I think he would act when finding out.

the disbelief henry is in when he notices it, I can't. he throws the little gel container into the kitchen and storms out towards joe and vito in his pyjamas with his curls going everywhere. absolute slanderous behaviour on vito and joe's behalf. he goes all red in the face and joe has to pull him into a hug that henry doesn't accept at first, but then he hides his face in joey's shoulder and embraces him back after they continue pulling his leg. nevertheless, vito does his hair for him after he goes out and gets emergency expensive hair gel from down the road.

I like to think if henry ever actually ran out of his own but the others still had theirs, henry strictly refuses to use joe's. it's a brand he hates or something, but joe thinks it's legendary. henry needs his specific brand of hair gel: the most expensive sort and honestly it probably is the most quality one as well, but he's still a snob.

#oml lmao #ty ty sal <3 #curly henry... i love him #does pomade have a distinct smell? #i think joe would have scented like strawberry pomade or smth lmao #vito scaletta #henry tomasino #joe barbaro

[beababoobies]

hiii :3 i saw you were askin for some sallyface requests, and i happen to be obsessed so. i am here ‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️

could you pretty please write a sal x gender neutral/fem (whichever you want!) reader, where sal mentions that he hasn’t had his first kiss yet so reader offers to be his?? super fluffy, maybe a first time seeing him w/out his prosthetic sprinkled in there, a bit of hurt/comfort? TY TY TY teehee 🫶🏼🤎🤎🤎

Hello my lovely! I will be using a gender neutral reader for this as my last req. was a fem reader! I hope you don't mind & I loved writing this!

First Kiss - Sal Fisher x GN!Reader

words: 0.9k

You were sitting on your apartment balcony with Sal, playing a couple card games to pass the time. Chatting then and now as you played, but mostly you doing the talking. Sal wasn't much of a Talker, but he was a lovely listener, which is exactly one of the things you loved so much about the soft blueberry haired boy. One of.

Some of the other many things you liked about him included, but not limited to, his pale skin littered with small red scarred-out patches, his fluffy orange Maine Coon, Gizmo, who would always come up and lay himself across your torso whenever you were laying on his living room floor, his piercingly blue fake eye and his greyed out real one, and the way he always knew what was wrong, how to help you, and what you needed. He wasn't a talker, no, but he was an observer.

Speaking of observing, you may or may not have been staring down at your hand of cards for the past minute or two while you thought about it in silence. He had just sat there, looking across at you silently while you lose yourself in your thoughts. You perked up with a sigh, placing a card on the pile.

"Sorry." You muttered quietly, taking a deep breath of the outside air, piercing your lips together as you let your eyes scan between your hand and the balcony floor, trying to decipher if Sal had swapped anything while you were lost in thought. "Have you ever been in a relationship? Like.. a romantic one?" He asks quietly, scanning over his hand a couple times, then his eyes went to yours, then, you swore, for a split second, to your lips, and back to the pile of cards, where he carefully placed a queen of hearts.

"Yeah, I suppose. Not very serious ones, didn't mean as much as I would've wanted them to." You respond, sighing out the last part of the sentence, looking up at him as you forfeit a card. "What about you?" you asked with a tilt of your head, trying to read his expression through his mask like you usually did. When his eyes weren't looking one way or another, it was completely impossible to discern what he may be thinking.

"Me? No. People have told me their friends fancied me as a joke before, though." He says flatly, taking another card from the pile and immediately discarding it. Looking away from his hand and properly up at you, leaning back a bit. You swallow thickly as you scan over the cards laid across the wood of your balcony, turning your attention from the game to him as well, nearly jumping out of your skin when you realize he was looking right back at you.

"No First kiss, then?" You ask with a curious tilt of your head, quietly waiting for an answer as you played with the cards in your hands, still keeping eye contact, but it was his turn to look away. He didn't say anything, just embarrasingly nodding to the floor. You nodded back in understanding, before blushing, swallowing whatever guilty you had left about this situation.

“you know, if you, just wanted to um, get it out of the way, I wouldn’t mind helping you out.” You say, admittedly a bit shakily as you force yourself to look at him in the eyes again. He doesn’t respond for a good minute, staring at the card pile, before nodding slowly, not saying a word, or even looking up at you.

“Y-You’re gonna have to take off the mask, Sal.” You mutter softly, watching his hands make their way to the back of his head, hearing a small ‘click’ sound, watching him take the mask off. You probably looked stupid, sitting there just looking at him, blush spread across your cheeks. He didn’t look up for a while, but when he did, he had tears in his eyes.

“please don’t just stare like that.” He said, and the tiny crack in his voice as he spoke all so softly completely broke your heart as you leaned in, cupping his soft pale face in your hand, eyes trailing around the long strawberry scars on his face, breath hitching softly. “‘M sorry.” You mumble out quietly watching as his eye travels all over your expression anxiously, the other glass one staring straight back at you. “You’re just so pretty..” you mumble out, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

Kissing you like his life depended on it, almost desperate but so lovingly, his scarred upper lip pushing up against your full lips, your hands going to tangle in his hair, accidentally almost pushing him over as you climbed closer to him, kissing the boy you knew loved you back so dearly. You finally broke away for fresh air, breathing heavily as you held onto his shoulders, taking a moment before looking back at him.

“holy shit.” He muttered softly, hands on your waist as he looked up at you with wide eyes, trying to slow his own heartbeat and breathing, before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on the cheek, pressing his forehead up against yours. “Why did it take me that long to kiss you?” He breathes out, and you chuckle softly, and he chuckles, and you’re both laughing so sweetly, and you’re in the arms of the boy you love so much. The arms of the boy who loves you more.

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sorry this was on the shorter side! I got my nails done for the first time and.. typing hard. :( but I hope you enjoyed and ur username is so cute teehee <;3

#sal fisher #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sally face #sally fisher

[devourers-of-god]

Can you do what you hc their specific features to be like? I know we see their features but since it’s cartoonish I wanted to see if u have any hcs for how they look in detail

HI!! this is an amazing ask, ty anon :3

What I think the SF cast would look like irl!

I think this is going to be weirdly specific LOL

Sal

we all know half of sal's face is kinda missing.

idk if this is canon but I think sal would not have a nose, but it would've healed greatly.

I just need to repeat it but sal is not skinny. he is rather chubby and he has a little happy trail.

this man has braces!! his teeth must be a bit fucked.

his hair is fluffy but most of the time messy.

his skin is very hydrated.

i don't think he would have white teeth, and thats perfectly okay!

Larry

this man always has chapped lips, esp during winter.

yellow fingertips are starting, due of his smoking.

he has smooth hair tho, fluffy sometimes! nice to play with.

he has an eyebrow piercing. I just know, he told me ;p

he is tall but not taller than travis.

long fingers, smooth and gentle hands.

has the biggest dark circles you'll ever see.

tall and slim.

he has a very bad posture a feel like lolll

Ashley

long smooth hair. it always smells like its just been washed.

beautiful lips, she applies a tinted chapstick and it suits her lip colour.

pretty nails, most of the time painted.

cute button nose with clear skin.

long and healthy lashes.

her thin eyebrows are always in the perfect shape.

piercings on both ears.

cheeks are pink because of her blush.

her dark circles are always covered.

Travis (ahhhjfckadk...)

he bleaches his hair, we can see his dark brown roots starting.

crooked nose that sometimes bleed out of nowhere (happened to me ok)

he has heterochromia. also has a constant black eye.

long fingers and short nails.

scarred lip.

red eyes from crying a bunch.

beautiful skin.

very skinny and tall.

his lips are never chapped, he is extra careful with that.

smooth hair!! he uses gel I know it.

Todd

the healthiest curly hair you'll ever see.

he has droopy eyes with long lashes.

has acne and freckles all over face.

his checks always have a tinted pink on them.

he bites his nails so they are short and messy.

he's not very tall but has long arms.

smooth hands also, well taken care of.

the best nose type ever!! and its kind of a big nose.

hui I hope you guys liked it, I mostly studied what the all look like and make hcs from there.

my requests are always open! this was very fun to write!

#sallyface #todd morrison #sally face #larry johnson #ashley campbell #sal fisher #sf #travisphelps #sally face hcs #sally face oneshots #sal fisher x reader #Larry johnson x reader #Ashley campbell x reader #travis phelps x reader #todd Morrison x reader #sally face fanfiction #sally face fanart #sally face fandom

[bqluvr]

On Set - (1/2)

Warnings: none!

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You work on the Impractical Jokers crew, and you can’t deny your feelings for Q despite knowing how wrong it is.

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“Y/N, can we get you on the left side?” Pete, the director, called out. You swiftly scurried to the left and adjusted your chunky headphones along with the sound equipment, trying to get everything in order as quickly as possible. The headphones were admittedly too big for you but that hadn’t been dealt with yet.

You watched as Joe, Murr, Sal, and Brian all situated themselves on their marks. Brian and Murr swapped places and filming began.

The job you had was simple. You were in charge of audio; you made sure the mics weren’t rubbing against anything but still invisible to the public, you recorded audio and cut it accordingly, and so on. You were good at your job, and being in the presence of the Impractical Jokers for hours out of a day made your job that much more fun.

After around 20 more minutes of filming, Pete called a break and everyone left their equipment to grab a bite to eat and stretch their legs, you included. You preferred filming in warehouses rather than having to hide in the bushes in public because the warehouse was always stocked with food. Pete would get the interns to run out and make sure that all of the crew, as well as the Jokers, were well fed.

Today was no different. There was a large table with an even larger spread of food on it, and you didn’t know where to start. You weren’t hungry enough to grab a wing out of the bucket of chicken, but you also were not in the mood for vegetables.

“Have you tried those sandwiches?” You heard from your right side. You looked over and smiled when you saw Q who was holding a plate just like you.

“Are they any good?”

“Not the chicken salad one,” he grumbled, pointing with his thumb to show you which sandwich he was talking about, “turkey and cheese is alright. But the ham and cheese? Haven’t lived ‘til you’ve tried it.”

“But ham and cheese is so boring,” you giggled which in turn put a smirk on Q’s face.

“Can’t beat the classics, darlin’. Ham and cheese never let a man down,” he gently bumped your shoulder with his. You laughed again, your face turning a bit red at his casual pet name. You knew it wasn’t odd for him to call the ladies on the crew pet names, but when they were directed to you, you felt special.

Brian Quinn had always been the Joker that caught your eye. That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence among the crew, of course. You’d often be involved in conversations with the other women about Q’s handsomeness, or his puppy dog eyes, or his general flirty demeanour.

“So, are you gonna try the ham and cheese?” Brian’s accent cut through your thoughts. You shot him a look and he grabbed two sandwiches, holding one out to you.

“Fine. But if it’s bad,” you warned teasingly, taking the sandwich from his hands and ignoring the way you felt butterflies when his skin brushed against yours.

“If it’s bad, I’ll let you tie me up and put spiders all over me.”

You both laughed at that, but your mind immediately went to tying him up. You couldn’t lie, that episode was difficult to film for you just because you kept getting distracted by the way he looked so helpless when he had handcuffs on.

“I’ll let you know if I like it,” you lifted the packaged sandwich in the air as a silent ‘cheers’ with a slight nod and a smile towards Q. You wasted no time in turning on your heel and abruptly walking away from him, trying to contain your thoughts and not cross any professional boundaries.

You sat and ate the sandwich near a couple of your coworkers, who were chatting away with full mouths. One of the disadvantages of working in the warehouse was that it always grew unbearably stuffy after the first hour or so, due to the cameras and dozens of bodies moving to and fro.

You decided to take the chance when you could and slip away from the productions, making your way outside and taking a deep breath of fresh air. You were alone so you reached into your pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, feeling as though your smoke break was well overdue.

The cigarette hung between your lips waiting to be lit, but you couldn’t find your lighter. You patted down your pockets and sighed when you didn’t find anything, leaning your head against the wall and taking the dart out of your mouth in defeat.

“Need a light?”

You turned your head towards the voice and slapped yourself mentally when you saw Q standing a few feet away. He looked adorable; his hair was down and covering his forehead, he had his signature scarf on, and a lost-puppy sort of look plastered on his face.

“Yes, please,” you agreed against your better judgement. You knew you should minimize your time spent with him, especially alone, but you had been craving this cigarette for the past two hours.

Brian approached you cautiously, as if he was afraid he’d make a wrong move and you’d run away. His worrying was reasonable, though. You never tried to hide the way you avoided him. Though you knew he noticed that you’d never talk to him for more than a minute at a time, he never mentioned anything (you assumed) out of fear of making you more tense.

You placed the dart back in your mouth and leaned towards him when his warm body was only a few inches away from yours. He sparked the lighter with one hand and protected your cigarette from the wind with the other hand, allowing the smoke to finally fill your mouth and give you a small sense of relief.

“Why do you have a lighter?” You asked. You knew he smoked weed occasionally, but that was very rare. You had never seen any of the guys smoke cigarettes, and you couldn’t think of any other reason why he would have a lighter handy like that.

“I smoke,” Brian looked at you, “sometimes.”

“Would you like to share?” You offered, knowing it was a bad idea. He nodded and you handed him the cigarette, watching as he held it between his thick fingers. Your eyes trailed down his right hand, passing the ring and tracing a vein that was popping out slightly.

���Everythin’ okay?” He mumbled, giving you the dart. Your gaze snapped back to his and he smirked a little, huffing out the smoke he inhaled while he watched you take a drag.

“How did I not know you smoke?”

“I don’t do it all the time. Just when I’m feelin’ stressed and need a quick break,” his brown eyes stared into yours, “why do you smoke?”

“It feels nice.”

He laughed at your answer and accepted the cigarette again, his eyes scanning the bit of lipstick that you had left on it. After he took a deep hit, he glanced back over at you, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

“I like that colour on you,” he rasped out, clearing his throat a bit. You felt your face heat up at his compliment. He had never complimented you like that, especially not on something as insignificant as the shade of lipstick you were wearing.

“Uh, thank you,” you replied. You took another drag and sighed when you saw that the cigarette was almost out. You were sort of grateful, though, because it meant you could get away from Brian and recollect your thoughts.

“Why do you always run from me?” Brian whispered, and you would’ve missed it if it wasn’t for the fact that the space around you was deathly quiet.

“What are you talking about?”

“I feel like I’m always havin’ conversations with the crew, but never with you,” he looked at you but you looked away, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him, “do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that,” you sighed, not exactly lying to him but trying your best to avoid answering his question. You couldn’t tell him how attractive you found him. How his smile always made one appear on your face. How his laugh was the best thing you had ever heard, and sometimes you’d rewatch certain episodes just to hear it over and over. You’d cross every line, breach every boundary. It’d ruin your professional relationship.

“What is it, then?”

“I don’t know, Brian,” you huffed out, growing frustrated. It was hard bottling up what you felt, but you didn’t have a choice.

“I think you do, sweetheart,” he quietly murmured. You shot your eyes to him and watched him drop the cigarette to the ground, lightly stepping on it to put it out before turning to face you.

He stood in front of you now, his tall figure intimidating you slightly. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you were going to throw up, but you also couldn’t help the way your hands moved to grip the lapels of his jacket until your knuckles turned white.

“Is this the reason you never look me in the eye properly?” He teased, his right hand engulfing one of your wrists as you hung on to him for dear life. Brian leaned in a little more, his nose bumping into yours. His left hand travelled down your side until it attached to your hip, giving you a light squeeze that left your knees weak. It felt like you were winded and you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to kiss him, but you knew you couldn’t.

“Brian, we shouldn’t -fuck- I can’t,” you stuttered, using your hands on his chest to push him back slightly and give yourself room to breathe. He looked confused but backed up, his face flushed due to embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, did I read that wrong?” Brian quickly apologized, looking at you with concern.

“No, I mean yes, but no,” your words came out randomly, desperately trying to form proper sentences but your mind was too scrambled to do so. The proximity between you and Brian was too close.

“Y/N, are you out here?” You heard Pete call out your name as he turned the corner and you didn’t dare to give Brian another glance before responding to the director and hurrying in his direction.

If Pete saw anything at all, you’d be absolutely fucked. You had to stay away from Brian to prevent anything like this ever happening again.

God, you hated him in that moment.

#brian quinn #brian quinn imagine #brian x reader #quinn x reader #q x reader #sal vulcano #joe gatto #james murray #impractical jokers #the tenderloins

[everlastlady]

How do you think Striker will behave when he has the reader as a rival? Seeing how he treated Moxxie and Blitzo at the Harvest Moon Festival gives me the impression that he may have great tension with the reader. Like an exciting enemies to lovers.

- Crystal ✨️

I enjoy a good enemies to lovers plot if it's done right so hopefully that I done this right!

Striker X Reader: Awe Are You Mad?

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Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerfully overlords. Here is another story request I feel like when I'm done with all these request that I'm going to take break from writing Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel content to write other fandoms or my own stuff. But If you love these stories and want more stories in the future. Please consider liking, comment, or reblogging. Check out my account for other Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss stories. Remember to always support your local fan fiction creators. Also remember to eat, drink water, and take your medicine.

Word Count: 3214.

Fandom: Helluva Boss.

Characters: Striker, Sallie Mae, Millie, Blitzø, Stolas, Joe, & Lin.

You and your family had been good friends with Millie’s family for a long time. You grew up with the tough imp woman who was just as strong and tough as you both. But the only difference was that you still lived with your parents and weren’t married. You supported Millie’s lifestyle and you also didn’t care that she married Moxxie, you like the little awkward imp that married your best friend because he was respectful towards her. A part of you envied their relationship because you hoped to find someone to leave your family’s farm with. Until then you are helping out your family; like tomorrow is the Harvest Moon festival. And you would help your family set for the games and like always you would be joining in on the games. But sadly Millie couldn’t join because of her neighbor's headcount which you don’t understand. What was the issue don’t you try to win in you and Millie’s honor. Millie’s parents had hired a farm helper who was currently helping you set for the games. You wouldn’t mind any help but the farm help named Striker was annoying. He always seemed to make fun of your height or your strength. Like right now you were carrying over some boxes only to almost trip but Striker caught you and the boxes. “ That was a close one, you should let me handle the rest of the work. I hate to see a little thing like you get hurt, besides you should leave the work to some of the strongest imps around here. “ He pushed you away and walked off carrying the boxes. You flip him the bird and growl. “ Asshole. “ You grumbled and walked away to go find some other work to do. You and Striker didn’t really get along; the two of you always butted heads, fought, or traded insults. The rivalry between you two was always shown for those around you both. That some people mistake it as that you two loved each other but don’t know how ro express it. “ Maybe if you two bone then yall won’t be at each other's throats. “ Sallie Mae said while tying down one of the tents this made you blush and shake your head. “ I’d rather fuck poison oak then get in the sack with that dipshit. “ You crossed your arms. Sallie Mae smirked and stood up. “ I bet you $20 and a burger that you’ll have sex with him eventually. “ Sallie Mae put out her hand.

You slapped away her hand and shook your head. “ I’m not betting you on that. “ You glared at Sallie Mae. “ What are you two talking about. “ Striker asked, walking towards the tent carrying one last box. Sallie Mae was going to tell him what you two were talking about. But you shot your hand out and covered her mouth. “ None of your damn business, don’t you have some cans to shoot or something. “ You weren’t going to let Striker hear about Sal’s bet, especially since he’ll say something that might sting. “ Why ya asking? Trying to see that I’m a better shot than you~ “ Striker laughed. “ Are you always this fucking cocky? Trying to feel big because something down there is small, maybe smaller than me~ “ Your lips curved into a smirk. Your comment made Striker blush and hiss, as he shot you glare and walked away. You wore a proud smirk, you still had your hand over Sallie Mae’s hand so she gave your hand a lick. You jumped and pulled your hand away. “ Gross Mae! “ You wipe your hand on her arm, as she smirks. “ Don’t put your hand near my mouth if you don’t want it to get licked, anyway so are you hoping he’s got a big cock or ? “ Sallie asked. You sighed and walked away not wanting to spend anymore time with Sallie making such comments about Striker. But in the back of your mind you were curious. You hadn’t seen Striker around so you and everyone else continued to help set up for the harvest moon festival. After everything was set up, you went home and ate dinner with your family. You were getting ready for bed and got into your pajamas. You wanted to let him some fresh so you went over to your window and opened it a bit but you stopped seeing a small white light coming from Striker’s window; you tilted your head with curiosity, but I guess you stared for to long because Striker walked by the window and locked eyes with you and sent you glare as you closes his curtains and the small white light faded.

You shrugged your shoulders. “ Guess he’s still mad about what I said oh well shouldn’t have been an asshole. “ You turned off your lap and got into bed. You scrolled through your phone a bit and eventually went to bed. The next morning you woke up and checked your phone like you usually did. You saw many messages and missed calls from Millie. So you check the messages and grim with excitement, Millie was telling you how she’ll be visiting for the harvest moon festival with her husband, her boss, and her boss HellHound. You heard chatter outside and peeked out your window. You grin wider as you see Millie and the others. You quickly got out of bed, washed your ass, and got dressed. You ran outside and ran towards your best friend. “ Millie! “ You called out. The little imp woman turned around and smiled widely. “ (Y/N)! “ She called back. The two of you ran towards each other and hugged each other. The small happy reunion between the two of you would have lasted a little longer if Millie’s father Joe didn’t call in Striker. Everyone looked in amazement as the hybrid Imp rode in on his horse but you had an annoyed look on your face while Striker introduced himself and you decided to stay quiet. Not wanting to fight with him in front of everyone so you went to go sit on the porch. You made a sound of disgust watching him kiss Millie’s hand and proceed to call her beautiful. You knew that Millie was beautiful but you knew how Striker could when trying to charm and butter others up.

You looked up from your phone and saw Millie’s husband walking towards the hog pin. You stood up and walked over to where everyone was. Everyone seemed to be cheering on Moxxie or making rude comments towards him. But then you saw that fucking bastard, that damn show off jumped into the pin and pulled Moxxie off the hog then killed it. You knew what Striker was doing; he was trying to impress everyone around him. You watched Striker belittle Moxxie and this made your . blood boils. “ Asshole…” You muttered under your breath. You continued to watch these events unfold and saw Moxxie feeling uncomfortable and hurt. You looked over to hear Joe talking about the harvest moon festival games. It seemed like Millie’s boss Blitz got excited hearing about the festival games. But when Moxxie said that he would join it seemed like that earned a chuckle from Joe and some smart remarks from Striker. “ I think I’ll also join the games. “ You said. Striker looked over at you. “ Are you sure about that darlin? I wouldn’t want a little thing like you and Mox getting trampled by us men out there. “ Striker smirked every word he said was like him trying to throw a knife at you but he missed his mark and this only added fuel to your fire. “ I’m sure I’ll be fine, and I’m sure that me or even Moxxie will kick your ass in the games, maybe it will make that ego of yours smaller like your dick. “ You said grinning. Striker let out a hiss and chuckled. “ Then let’s make a deal, you little smart ass. “ Striker said. “ I’m listening. “ You crossed your arms. “ Loser does the winner’s farm chores for a month. “ Striker held out his hand. You didn’t really like this deal seeing how big both Millie’s parents and your parents farms are but you were also confident that you would beat him. “ Alright deal. “ You and Striker both shook hands while smirking at you. Striker walked away and you looked at Moxxie who smiled at you. “ We got this. “ You gave him a confident smile to which he returned one. Millie promised that she would cheer you both on.

While you were getting ready for the summer games, Millie walked up and smiled. “ Hey (Y/N), I have a question? “ Millie asked. You were cleaning your boots but looked up. “ Yeah, what’s up? “ You slipped on your boots as Millie sat down next to you. “ I was talking with Sallie Mae about what the issue is between you and Striker. “ She stared at you, smirking. You just knew that Sallie said some bullshit. “ Dammit….” You sighed. “ What did your sister tell you? “ You asked but already knew. “ She thinks that you and him like each other. Is that true? “ She giggled and asked. “ Because if you two get married and have kids I call dibs on being the god mama and if he hurts you his ass is grass. “ She said, while jumping up and making punches in the air. “ Millie stop, I don’t have feelings for Striker, he is a complete ass why would I have feelings for an asshole. “ You crossed your arms. Millie stopped punching the air and cups her hands together. “ Sallie Mae told me that when they were all having dinner that Striker seemed upset and when my Pa asked him what’s wrong with him. Striker went on a rant about how annoying, weak, and stubborn you are. “ Millie said, this made you roll your eyes. “ But he also said that you were so hot that he just wanted to kiss you to shut you up. And then he left the table right after looking embarrassed.“ Millie said. You froze up and felt your face get hot. The man who annoyed the shit out of you and that you wanted to kick in the balls had a crush on you? Millie saw the blush on your face and started poking your arm. “ Oooh~ You like him also don’t you!? “ She said. You looked as if you had just been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. “ I~I do not like him!” You screeched which made Millie giggle. “ Listen, we have been friends since we were kids. We both knew when the other was upset, mad, and even in love so cut the shit (Y/N), he likes you and you like him. Yall are just letting your guys hate getting in the way. Maybe my sister is right if the two of you fuck then you won’t be at each others throat. “ Millie said while smirking.

You sighed and closed your eyes. Maybe you did like Striker but could you two even work? You hated him and he hated you, but was that something you both told each other to ignore these feelings but maybe it could work the two of you doing farmwork while exchanging sweet and flirty comments, riding horses together, and going out on cute dates like Millie tells you the ones her and Moxxie go on. This made you smile, you looked out the tent to see Striker talking with Blitz but Striker caught you glancing and flipped you off. You glared and turned around. “ I’m going to kick his ass in these games. “ You walked away as Millie sighed and left to go cheer you and Moxxie on. She and Sallie Mae hoped that you and Striker would seal the deal and not the one that you two made. You thought helping Moxxie through the games would be easy but it was more difficult than you could imagine. It was rough and you held out hope that you and him would be on that stage. But here you are now sitting in the stands with Moxxie the two of you looking beat up. While Striker and Blitz stood on stage the only difference was that Blitz didn’t look so smug while the prince announced the winners. You looked over seeing Millie trying to calm down Moxxie. You could also see that Moxxie was upset when Blitz mentioned that Striker would be working at I.M.P, this also upset you too for some reason because would that mean that Striker would be leaving the farm just like Millie to go work as an assassin. You shook your head and decided to help Millie calm down Moxxie. But Moxxie got up because of what Striker said during his song. You looked down at Striker from the stands and proceeded to leave. You went home to clean yourself up and tried not to get upset that you lost the deal with Striker. You would have to cancel some plans now.

You finished cleaning up and changed into some fresh clothes. You placed a bandage on your leg since you did get a little roughed up during the games. A part of you did have fun but it could have been more fun if it was with Millie and not some deal between you and Striker. But you still thought about what Millie told you. You felt your face become hot but your heart also hurt a little remembering how Blitz said that Striker would go work with them at I.M.P. You sat on your bed so many feelings made you feel confused that you hug your pillow tightly for comfort. Tears began to slide down your face and stain your pillow. As much as you hated Striker you would miss him because you loved him. “ Why are you crying? I was about to come and give you my wake up schedule.” You looked up and saw that Striker was standing in the doorway while holding up his phone. You wanted to punch that smug smile on his face but you looked away with a scowl and placed your face into the pillow. Striker let out a sigh and walked over. You felt weight on your bed and peek through your arms a bit to see Striker sitting on the bed. You sat up and saw that Striker was deep in thought with his mouth agape like he was trying to think of what to say. “ Millie ... .she told me how you felt about me, but Sallie Mae told her first what I said about you during dinner yesterday. “ He looked as flustered as you did before the games. “ Is it true? “ You asked him while wiping away your tears. Striker chuckled and looked down. “ Yeah, it’s true so I’m sorry that I was such an ass to ya darlin’, just sometimes you annoy me but I like that about you I like your sass and smart mouth. But I can’t just be calling you annoying because I’m sure I was an annoying asshole to you too right? “ He looked at you and reached out grabbing your hand. “ A complete ass. “ You said, chuckling. “ But yes, Millie is right. I do have feelings for you. “ You held his hand in a gentle grip. “ So are you going to tell me why you were crying then, I hope I’m not the reason. Because I apologize if I pushed you to your breaking part. We can also drop the deal because I don’t want you to overwork yourself. “ Striker cups your face and looks into your eyes.

“ No, It’s fine, I don’t mind doing the chores especially since you are going to be joining I.M.P “ You looked away and mumbled the last part softly but Striker heard you loud and clear. He pulled you close and kissed your head. You felt your face become warm and your stomach feeling butterflies. “ Is that why you were crying? I didn’t know that you’ll miss me that much heh. But darlin’ listen, I was just pulling Blitz’s name, I’m not going anywhere I like being my own boss. “ Striker snickered but this confused you. “ But you work for Millie’s parents? “ You looked up at Striker who let you go and stood up. He peeked out your door and looked around. He closed the door and locked it which made you blush. “ Listen Striker, I'm not ready for sex. “ You sheepishly said. Striker exploded in laughter at what you said. “ Slow your horses darlin’, I ain’t going to have sex with you. Just pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you, cannot leave this room. So promise me that you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. “ He gave you a serious look. You loved Striker and he loved you. He trusted to tell you something important so you nodded your head. “ I promise. “ You stood up and looked at Striker. “ Remember that glowing little white light you saw from my room yesterday last night? “ He asked. “ Yeah, what was that about? I thought you were still mad about the comment I made about your dick “ You snicker as Striker rolls his eyes. “I can promise you that my peace keeper isn’t small darlin’. “

“ You see I ain’t no normal farm help. Sure I do some farm help for money or to take a break from my actual job where I am my own boss. I’m an assassin darlin’ and I was hired to kill that rich owl on stage. That little glowing light you saw. I have a blessing rifle that's used to kill demon royalty and my target’s wife hired me to kill him. I hope what I said doesn’t change things between us. “ He looked away. All this information didn’t phase you one bit so you walked over and cupped Striker’s face and kissed him. Striker’s tail rattles and yellow eyes widened but he melted into the kiss. After a couple of minutes you pulled away and looked at him. “ This doesn’t change anything. And it does help put together missing pieces of how you are so fast, strong, and have a lot of energy when doing farm work. Sure you are an assassin but I still love you Striker. “ You gave him a quick peck on the lips. Striker hissed out of happiness. “ I love you too (Y/N), now I have some business to take care of with the prince but when I’m done I do have to leave so I’m asking you to come with me, (Y/N) to come on the run with me so will you go with me and be mine on the run?. “ Striker held your hands to his chest while smiling. As much as you loved your family and you’ll get into trouble because of the work Striker did. You didn’t care so you looked at Striker and smiled. “ Yes, I’ll go with you. “ The two of you kissed. Striker pulls away and caresses your cheek. “ I’ll be back darlin’. “ He shot you a wink and left the room. You were excited and began to pack because you would be on the run with your rival who was now your lover.

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[noturlesson]

could you do a story with Sal and fem reader where the reader is really into musicians and that gives Sal the bright idea to try and impress them w a song or just bh playing something random? Basically Sal being a goofball╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Ty!!

Ofc bookie! This is like the perfect scenario bcuz I hc that Sal would play songs for his crush. Alr hope I was able to satisfy 🙏🏾

(reminder: reader will always be black coded unless I say otherwise, so aave will be used from time to time. Also fun lil fact no one asked for, I also play guitar and her name is Lilith)

“Dude,” you shoved your phone in Sal’s face, one of your favorite music artists on the screen. “Do you understand how fine this person is. And they play guitar! Sally, they’re actually so perfect, it’s insane.” You gush, a series of giggles leaving your lips as you retract your phone, scrolling through more photos of the artist. You were practically cheesing at your phone, playing little snippets of different songs the artist had released.

You were in Sally’s room, sat on the floor next to his bed. Gizmo was playing with one of his many toys in the corner of the room, and homework papers were scattered all over the floor, though your study session had been long forgotten. Sal sat next to you, eyes glued on your goofy smile. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t figure out what you thought was so special about all the musicians you liked. Every week, you were gushing about a new artist, the same dopey smile plastered on your face as you went on and on about their music and the instruments they play. If Sal really wanted to, he could play all their songs and then some. Hell, he’d probably even play their songs better than they did. Wait.

“You know I can play guitar too, right?” He said suddenly. Your eyes shot up to meet his, your smile now a straight line.

“Oooh, really?” You replied coyly, a smirk creeping its way onto your features. Sal felt his cheeks heat up at the way you looked up at him, but he stood his ground. He nodded his head, moving to stand and grab his guitar from his closet.

“Yeah, and I promise you it’ll be better than whoever you’re listening to right now.” He shot back, voice muffling when his head disappeared in his closet. He emerged with his amp in one hand and guitar in the other. You watched in awe, your eyes sparkling with fascination as they glossed over the shines wood of Sal’s electric. It looked just as pretty as all the musicians’ you talked about, and the fact that you were actually about to witness someone play in person, you could hardly contain your excitement.

“You better not disappoint me, Fisher. I have very high expectations.” You giggled, leaning forward on your palms to get closer.

Sal smiled at you beneath his mask, “Sal Fisher never disappoints.” He joked, setting himself down and adjusting his guitar in his lap after plugging it up to his amp.

“Whatever, just hurry up and play.” You waved him off, staring at how his fingers so effortlessly landed on the fret board. He rolled his eyes at you, huffing before speaking again.

“Can you play the clip from earlier? I wanna see if I can play that one.”

You nod, reaching back to grab your phone. You pressed play and the snippet played out. Sal hummed and nodded thoughtfully, then he began to strum. He played the riffs he heard perfectly, his fingers gliding across the fretboard with such ease. He even added a couple extra notes here and there, and it sounded heavenly. Your smile grew so huge that your cheeks hurt and but the time Sal was finished playing, you were jumping and clapping your hands excitedly.

“That was so good, what the fuck?”

He chuckled at you, his face heating up again. “See, I told you I’d be good.” You rolled your eyes at him, scooting closer so you were about a foot away from him. You narrowed your eyes and a look of mischief flashed across your face.

“Bet you can’t play another one.”

Sal almost looked offended, a scoff escaping him. “You bet your ass I can.”

“Do it then, prove to me that you’re worthy.” You pulled back, staring at him with a shit eating grin. He tilted his head at you, confused obviously.

“Worthy of what, exactly?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Worthy of being my new favorite musician, duh!” You smile, “Now play.” With a small chuckle, he began to play another riff, and you recognized it this time. It was one of your favorite songs that you had found recently, though you were pretty sure you only mentioned it in passing once.

Had he remembered this song just for you? Of course, but he would never tell you that. He observed you carefully when he started to sing the lyrics along with the song as well, and when your jaw dropped, he almost couldn’t contain his laughter. When he reached the end of the song, you were still wide eyed, but your smile returned to your face.

Sal nearly died when you jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug. After the initial shock wore off, he hugged you back, the scent of your perfume and hair products permeating his senses. You pulled back, staring into his eyes, your hands still resting on his shoulders.

“You’re absolutely insane.” You muttered.

“So…? Did I ‘prove myself’ worthy of being you favorite musician?” He chuckled, the tips of his ears burning red from the eye contact.

You nodded furiously, that dopey smile he loved still on your face. “Just as long as you promise to play for me again, then yes.”

A chuckle fell from the blue haired boy. “I think I might be able to do that.”

#sal fisher #sally face #sally face x reader #sally fisher

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💤👗 for Mark and sal please?

What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

Mark is fairly anal about his bedtime routine/sleeping parameters. He is particular about clean sheets/pillow cases, showering/washing his face before bed, and will use white noise if he's stressed.

Sal on the other hand will fall asleep anywhere vaguely comfortable and arguably safe. He also refuses to sleep clothed. As per this post

Sal does however have a hard time sleeping alone at night. He's fine napping by himself, but actually settling down for the night? He does not like being alone. Normally sleeps with Betty (and Lucy) and has also been showing up for impromptu sleepovers at Mark's.

How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

Both would likely be fairly embarrassed. Both Sal and Mark have very specific relationships with their own view of themselves and their masculinity.

Sal might not mind too much if he chose to wore it himself in a joking context, but the moment someone says cute or anything of a similar vein its all over. He deeply values being seen as strong and masculine, a lot of his perception of his own masculinity tying in with his size (or lack there-of). He does not like feeling small- and being perceived as cute really hurts the view he so desperately wants to embody.

Sal and Mark are sort of opposing parallels. Mark also struggles with his own masculinity- being short, slim and unimposing Mark often struggles to feel and embody the things he would like to, feeling like he's unable to express his masculinity. He tends to wear clothes that have a bit of bulk (sweaters, oversized t-shirts, jeans/sweats) to add to his frame. For him to be stuck in something that draws attention to his figure would be mortifying for him.

(why is my first thought Gotta stick these boys in dresses now??)

#The urge to torment these two is HIGH #g/t prompts #SalOC #MarkOC #The Shadow We Cast #TSWC

[vxxlkyrie]

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Word count : 942 words (4 865 characters)

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VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL!

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“Ash.. what on earth are you wearing?” You stood awkwardly outside one of the bathroom stalls, staring at Ashley. She thought it would be hilarious to go to school dressed as Cupid for Valentine’s Day.

“I told you I was going to dress as Cupid!” She says with a big smile. You were speechless.

“I thought you were joking!” You whisper-yelled to her. It definitely wasn’t the usual colours she wore, especially not to school.

It was a poofy, white and pink dress with light pink ribbons all over. She even had the bow and arrow with the heart tip. Even down to feather wings on her back. Definitely wasn’t the craziest thing she’s worn, but still, she mostly wore black and purple not white and pink. To be fair she did show up to school in one of those blow up dinosaur costumes.

“Don’t you think it’s cute? I was going to go around school pretending to be Cupid!” She was definitely excited. You sighed. Once Ash had an idea there was really no talking her out of it and you knew that.

The two of you walked out of the bathroom, making your way to the gym. Since Valentines Day was in a couple days, the school was throwing a dance for the students. And of course, got the very same students to help organize it.

The rest of your group was sitting in a corner blowing up balloons and working on a banner. Larry, Ash and you had been assigned to work on the banner whilst Todd and Sal blew up some balloons. Well, more Todd blowing up the balloons and Sal tying them.

As Ash and you resumed your sides of the banner, she leaned over to you with a smirk.

"You knowww, since im 'cupid' now i could totally shoot both you and Sal" She said, winking a couple times. Your face flushes a little.

A while ago you had confided in Ash about your, very not secret, crush on Sal and she's been trying to get the two of you together ever since, insisting that he liked you back.

"No!" You whisper-yelled in her direction, hoping to not get Sal's attention. You looked over at him quickly to see him struggling to tie the end of the balloon around his finger.

"I really regret telling you i like him."

"And i keep telling you to tell him cause he likes you back!" You quickly try to cover her mouth. Unfortunetly, you werent quick enough and the entire group looked at the two of you. Ash took your hands of her mouth.

"I'm telling you, ask him to go to the dance with you." She smiled at you. You looked awkwardly at her, then to the boys.

"You like soemone?" Todd asked.

"Possibly.." You respond with a quiet tone.

"WHO?" Larry pushed Ash out of his way. Sal didnt seem to want to be part of the conversation. Was he upset? You cleared your throat.

"No one." You said with a smile. It hurt a little to call Sal 'no one' but you had to say it to get Larry off your back.

"Are you still coming to my place for our movie night or are you going to be too busy with your new.. boyfriend" Sal said, a hint of anger, maybe even jealousy, in his tone when he said 'boyfriend'.

"Yeah i am, and I don't have a boyfriend." You say quietly. The two of you remained in silence as Ash eyed the two of you closely.

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The silence between you and Sal was nearly unbearable. Normally when the two of you would watch movies together, it would be a shitty movie Sal had found and the two of you would laugh and criticize the plot and awful characters.

But now it was silent, with the ambience noise coming from the TV.

"So." Sal starts.

"Once you and this new guy get together, will he join the group?" His tone indicated that he wasnt too fond of the idea. You couldnt help but be flattered that he didnt want other guys that were interested in you join the group.

"Well no." Maybe it was the fact that Ash had finally been starting to convince you or maybe it was cause it was going to be Valentine's Day soon, but you had suddenly thought that hinting to Sal that you like him would be a good idea.

"No?" He sounded almost hopeful as he turned to look at you.

"He's already in the group.." You said silently, your cheeks flushing. You couldnt look at him, it was too embarassing.

"W.. already.. is it Larry?" You look at him suddenly as he asked.

"No? What made you think that?"

"You went really quiet when he was asking about it earlier." You sigh.

"No it's not Larry.." Sal looks at you in silence.

"So.. it's me..?" You look over at him and nod.

"Really?" He asks quietly. You nod again. You could feel your face get hotter and hotter as time went on, the silence from before returning.

"I mean, I was going to ask you to the dance." Sal said, slowly reaching to grab your hand. You smile.

"I'd be happy to go with you, if your offer still stands."

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You would never forget the giant smile Ash had on her face when the two of you had walked into the gymnasium the night of the dancehand in hand.

Who knows. Maybe if you had listened to Ash a little sooner, you wouldnt have had to be as patient with your feelings as you were.

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#sally face #sally face fanfiction #sally face fandom #fanfiction #ao3 writer #fanfic #requests open #taking requests #x reader #ao3 fanfic #cupid #valentines day #romance #lovestory #romantic #lovers #cupids bow #valentines #love #mutual pining #matchmaker #sally face x reader #sally fisher #sally face game #sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #female reader #nonbinary reader #fem reader

[stars-by-the-pocketfuls]

Agggtm microfic, 711 words, pip x ravi

As good as dead spoilers

But it’s been six hundred and 97 days of our love blackout

Three minutes.

It had taken him three minutes to press send.

Haunting the news channels on TV had become one of his favourite pastimes. A cure to his endless rereading of her messages. He could hear her voice in his head, the slightly sarcastic tone with the syllables bumping together in a rush to escape, unless she was doing a carefully articulated interview of course. The way her eyebrows would pinch together slightly at his out of context song lyrics he would randomly send her, and then her face would twitch with a badly concealed smile followed with an eye roll. He should have protested harder, done something more than stare at her in helpless horror. But the shock of her plan had wiped his heartbeat silent, replaced with the bassline of her reasons.

Under duress.

He wasn't scared of her, any idiot living in Little Kilton would have seen through that lie in an instant. No, Ravi was scared of losing her. He had forgotten how hard it was to lose someone you loved, the way it tore you open and refused to heal. Some days it was easier to ignore the gaping hole in his heart. The empty space on the sofa next to him, devoid of any Pips with miss-matched socks and half filled notebooks. The hairbrush that had somehow found its way under his bed, the brown hair still entwined, like his thoughts, tangled with memories of a girl who he wished would be easier to forget. He still had her headphones. The sticker had faded slightly, the red into a pale patchy pink. It was the only item not gathering dust in his neglected room, he used them religiously, sometimes just sitting in the empty silence with them slung over his head.

But despite the desperation to search up the case, search up her podcast and that stupidly brilliant girl, he couldn't. Couldn't risk everything he had suffered so far, couldn't risk her. He knew that if she ever got arrested he would hand himself in, no hesitation. They were a package deal. Team Pip and Ravi. She would've killed him, cursed his stupidity but he would have done it. Yet it was the shattered look in her eyes that had made him comply. If she wanted him to cease contact he would do it. For her. Just to see that relief balance on her conscience, to help her see she had done all she could.

And then the headlines had flashed up, and finally, finally, his head had broken the surface of the water and he could breathe again.

His thumb had found her contact with the familiarity of replaying a childhood game. And suddenly he didn't know what to say. What was one supposed to do in this instant? Congratulations on getting away with murder, it's been 697 days, yes I've been counting, can we please talk again?

His fingers ghosted the keyboard, what if she had moved on? Left him behind in this messed up neighbourhood. He knew he should've moved out, after everything, but he was clinging on to the last threads he had tying him to Sal. And Pip. She had left, but her mark on the town hadn't, and everything had changed. He despised the way tourists would flock, with their cameras and loud gasps. The way high-end companies tried to paint over the scars, dramatise them into bloodcurdling tales. They would never experience the pure fear of racing against time to save someone. Why couldn't they see this wasn't a horror story, it was people's lives? But whispers and secrets still crowded every shadow. If there weren't any mysteries people would create them. And rumours had slipped between the cracks murder had left behind. So perhaps, in the end nothing had changed. He certainly hadn't. But what if she had? What if he was nothing but an accomplice of her past?

But a flash of her murky green eyes had dissolved his doubts. He glanced at the doorway as if by some miracle she would appear with a squinting smile and messy hair. The hallway remained dark.

It had been three minutes already.

Take the risk, the Pip in his head urged. So he did.

Hey Sarge, remember me?

#a good girls guide to murder #as good as dead #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #ravishing

[carehounds]

I wanna drop some unpleasant gradient head canons if that's okay.

I feel like the unpleasant gradients, I'm assuming their names are Pink, Orange, and Jay??? (The only blue bird that isn't just named blue bird that I know of), would also be a family. I saw someone mention they're all non-binary and I agree, but also how about all ace?

Also I'm sorry but Pink really looks like they smoke the oregano. They do baller skater tricks tho that amaze Yellow and Green

Orange is a sweetie, probably bakes too. And the treats are to die for

Jay (just going for that now until a new name fits them better) seems like a history nerd and info dumps about history

I feel like Orange and Jay would be in a platonic relationship and Pink is just, a normal roomie

Sorry for long text, brain is having zoomies

absolutely lovely headcanons and u absolutely nailed their personalities anon kisses u on da cheek,

pink and orange already have names! Pink is Sal(short for salmon) and orange is Dandy(dandelion) I couldn't figure out a name for the bluebird and I didn't want to call him bluebird or teal for reasons. Jay fits him so well! ty, that's his name now.

Sal looks like they're high as hell but he has no weed in his body. They've just been spinning a 3d fish in their head all the time. they have thoughts and can be smart but they just don't want to. most unbothered guy ever.

They're all besties! Sal definitely has normal roomie vibes. they're all in the same age range though sal is actually the oldest one in the group

and the baking headcanon..... absolutely.... dandy would smell so nice all the time because of it and jay would definitely read alot of books hes kinda like a nerd.

they're like a kid-friendly reboot of a reboot so they get kid-friendly show privileges unlike the other two groups(the narrative is still there but its nice and they are completely unaware of it)

#puppet talk #jay #dandy #sal #dhmis #theyre house is more of a hangout place than an actual house they all live in #theyre all ace and nonbinary yeah!!! #puppetmail #tertiary #directors cut

[killemwithkawaii]

Hi this is my first time asking a question but, I wanted to ask what if yan!Sal find out that his darling is like a stripper or something. Sorry if that’s weird. I hope I’m not bothering you with this question.

I got this ask over a year ago and started a draft and then it went off the rails a little and became its own thing BUT I hope you still enjoy it (and are also still around to read this lol) 👍

Yan!Sal and his Stripper Darling-

[CW: NSFW lime, yandere, stalking, delusion, manipulation, drinking, mention of violence against/ dehumanization of sex workers, mention of cannibalism, Sals savior complex and low self-esteem are showing, Chug binge eats at the gender-neutral strip club buffet]

>Sal met [darling] when he got dragged to the only strip club in town for Chugs bachelor party. He and Maple would be tying the knot soon, and so his best (single) buddies (mostly Larry) decided they ought to give him one last hurrah before he was married with child(ren), as any decent friends would do. Sal agreed to come along to celebrate, despite knowing it would likely be a very uncomfortable night for him. Bars and clubs weren’t exactly his scene, and the added pressure of staying composed and attempting to flirt while making sure Larry and Chug didn’t make fools of themselves made it sound like an even more stressful experience, but it was just one night. He’d live. (hopefully)

>Once all three of them got inside, Larry and Chug were having a great time, Chug enjoying the buffet more than the babes, and Larry pulling out his cheesiest lines (and a comically large wad of $1s) to get the dancers to laugh and spend a little extra time on his lap. Sal was discreetly enjoying the views the club had to offer, although the bouncer had been less than polite about letting him in with his ‘mask’, and most of the scantily-clad employees didn’t seem too keen on approaching him and offering him their services. He had caught the attention of most of the staff upon entry, but when the other members of his party were behaving like typical patrons while he sat back and quietly nursed a cheap mocktail, they assumed that he must just be the reluctant designated driver of the bachelor party and left him alone, save for a few awkward offers for sloppy seconds after they’d been grinding on Larry and Chug for a while (which was a small consolation and inadvertently insulting all at once). Sal always declined politely, and the relief that flashed on each dancers faces when he did made him sink a little deeper into his chair each time. He decided that he was totally fine just soaking in the scenery, but after a few hours, he was starting to get sick of sipping on cranberry juice and watching everyone else have a good time. 

>[Darling] noticed that the creepy/mysterious masked man who had caused a stir earlier was looking less than comfortable. It was getting late, and Sal started to feel a headache setting in. Larrys wad of $1s was growing slim, but certainly not gone, and Chug had once again wandered off to check and see if the kitchen had sent out any fresh hot wings to the buffet. Sally had gotten bored with attempting origami with his napkin and the ice he'd been swirling around his glass with a straw had finally melted down to nothing, leaving him to tap his feet and pick at his nails until his friends ran out of cash and they finally decided they could all go home. 

>[Darling] plopped down next to Sally (not Larry or Chug), which startled him. [Darling] wasted no time laying on the charm, putting a hand on his knee and sweetly asking his name and if he was having a good time with his friends. He said ‘Yes, thank you,’ despite every indication otherwise, and when [Darling] didn’t look convinced, Sal sheepishly mentioned he has a bit of a headache from all the flashing lights and loud music, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t put up with. 

“Ah, I know how that is- I mean, this place is supposed to be stimulating, but the strobes can be a bit much, even for me… Do you need a little break? I can take you somewhere away from all the commotion, if you want. Your friends seem like they’ll be fine on their own for a few minutes...” Sal looked over at Larry and Chug, both of whom were too preoccupied by their preferred form of meat being shoved in their faces to pay him any attention. They probably wouldn’t notice if he stepped out for a second, right?

“Yeah, I guess they’ll be okay…” Before he could finish his thought,  [Darling] grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to his feet, leading him away from the table. Sal heard Larry and Chug holler a slurred “Yeah Sally, get soooome,” over the blaring music as he was beckoned through a doorway to a private lounge. 

>Despite there being plenty of comfortable chairs, [Darling] opted to use Sals lap as a seat, draping their thighs across Sals and wrapping their arms around his neck before they started whispering small-talk into his ear. They asked him if he wanted to take his mask off and ‘Get a little more comfortable.” When he admitted it was a prosthetic, [Darling] started to coo (‘oh, you poor, poor thiiing~!! C’mere, let [Darling] make you feel all better…’) and brought him into a hug, pressing his face into their chest and playing with his pigtails. Sal felt himself flush, not used to getting this sort of attention, and his headache quickly dissipated, all the blood that had been building pressure in his brain draining elsewhere.

>Another song started playing at a low volume. [Darling] pointed out that the lights were low and it was just the two of them-  it would really be a shame for them to not take advantage. They gingerly guided Sals hands to touch them, over their lips, neck, sides, hips, thighs, and back over their chest as they straddled him. If he wasn’t beet-red before, he certainly was now ([Darling] said they could tell, judging by the tips of his ears.) He was quickly worn down by their coaxing, and moved to unlatch the straps of his prosthetic after [darling] promised not to look. They held his bare face against their skin, twirling the ends of his hair and lightly scratching up and down his back while slowly but firmly grinding down on him, allowing his shaky hands to wander wherever he dared to put them. They give him a long kiss on the top of his head as the song ended, saying they hated to cut their time short, but they really had to get back to the floor and earn their pay for the day.

>Sal rambled out ‘thank you’s and ‘of course’s and ‘sorry’s as he hurriedly put his prosthetic back on and reached into his pocket, giving [darling] the two twenties he had in his wallet. He apologized, saying that it’s probably rude to give them so little, but he really hadn't planned on being a big spender that night.

“Aw, don’t worry about it, Cutie Face. Maybe you can come to the club again sometime? Make it up to me? I’d love to help you out if you get another headache…” they winked and exited the lounge, leaving Sal to collect himself before he emerged and was greeted by the drunken whooping of his friends.

>The boys eventually left in a taxi, once Larry was out of pickup lines and $1s and Chug needed to go home and sleep off all the drumsticks and nachos he’d been eating. That night, Sal couldn’t stop thinking of [Darling], replaying the nice things they said to him and the nice things they did to him in his mind, periodically reminding himself that they were only acting out a character and doing their job, but not being able to help but wonder if a part of the act had been genuine...

>Sal went back to the club alone a couple days later and requested [darling] as soon as he was through the doors. They greeted him by name (‘Cutie Face’) and threw their arms around him, giving him a peck on the prosthetic cheek before taking him to a table. Sal didn’t waste much time before he handed [darling] $100- “Payment for last time, plus some interest for the wait.” [Darling] insisted it was too much and that he should get something for the change- another ‘headache treatment,’ and Sal had to admit, he did start to feel a certain throbbing on his way over…

>The cycle continued, and Sally became more and more infatuated with [Darling], eventually making bi-weekly trips to the club to see them. Against his better judgment, he believed them when they started gushing about him, saying how happy they were whenever he came in and how he was their very favorite customer (Sal had heard [darling] say the same things to other Johns, but he could have sworn they said it a little differently to him…). 

>Once Sal had proven himself to be a respectful guy looking to spend what he had, [darling] started spending more time with him, letting him get a little bit farther each day he came in- never too far, but he noticed they’d been getting generous with the two-for-one song deals, and they firmly guided his hands over their body with purpose, as opposed to the general feel-up they offered their other clients. They also didn’t flinch when he decided to finally bare his scars in the low-lit privacy of the lounge (they did turn around for a while after, but it was only so they could bend over and shake their ass in his face, now that it was uncovered and he could really enjoy it.)

>When Sal wasn’t at the club, he thought about [Darling] constantly- At night when he was trying to sleep, in class during lectures, while hunting for ghosts and sabotaging cult plans…  He started wondering what [Darling] was up to, what they were like out of character, and where they spent their time outside of work… as much as he was falling for them, he had started to get worried about them, too.

>All this thinking led Sal to the conclusion that [Darling] was vulnerable- to the less-than-polite customers they’d started to occasionally complain about to him, and to the cult. Sex workers, despite their inherent worth as people and the unwaveringly high demand for their services, were often seen as lesser and dispensable by society, especially in a religious (cult) town like Nockfell. [Darling] was a prime target for being recruited into the flock or used as a sacrifice in one of their cannibalistic rituals. What would he do if he showed up to the club when he knew they were supposed to be working, only to find out they hadn’t shown up for their shift…?

>So, Sal decided he should keep his eye on [Darling] for their own safety. He started escorting them home from work without their knowledge, at first just to make sure they got there unharmed, but lingering more and more each time, just to watch them be them. Through observation, he began to get to know who the real [Darling] was in their personal life. The more he watched, the more he felt like they could share a real connection (and avoid a cruel fate at the hands of the D.O.G.) if they only agreed to see him when they were off the clock and fully clothed…

>During his visits, Sal started casually bringing up things in conversation that he knew [darling] was interested in, and showed them genuine concern on days where he could tell they had something on their mind (he didn’t know what it was, exactly, but his educated guesses were never far off). Little by little, [Darling] started opening up to him, going beyond the scripted conversations they had with every other patron, starting to let their guard down despite all their instincts telling them otherwise. After a few months, [Darling] even went so far as to tell Sal their real name (Sal already knew it, of course, but it was nice to be able to use it around them now). Sal somehow made [darling] feel safe, which was a hard thing for them to feel in Nockfell, especially after some dancers had said they’d been seeing someone hanging out in the alley behind the club after closing…

>The day of Chug and Maple’s wedding was a few days away. Sal had made sure to keep [Darling] updated on all the preparations, since Chug getting married was kind of the reason he and [Darling] had met in the first place. They’d helped him decide on an outfit and choose the right words for his toast, but Sal (purposefully) never mentioned if he had anybody to go with.

“So, you’ve got your dress picked out, your speech memorized, and you’ve been practicing your dance moves…”

“Yup! Want me to show you a few?”

“Hey, no stealing the spotlight, Cutie. You’ll hog all the tips!”

“That’s very true, with the killer moves I’ve got down.”

“Haha… well, it sounds like you’ve got everything covered. Except for one thing…”

“And what’s that?”

“A date. You don’t want to show up to the big shindig without a pretty, young thing on your arm, do you?”

“Dang, you’re right, that would be embarrassing. Hmm, now where am I gonna find one of those…”

“If you don’t have anyone in mind, I’m not scheduled at the club that day.”

“Oooh, the true VIP experience, huh? What’ll that cost me?”

“Hmm… how about dinner and a slow dance?”

“That sounds fair. I might even make it a two-for-one, juuust for you.” (Sal did his best to wink. Judging by [darling]s smile, he did just fine.)

“Deal. And if all that music and commotion gives you a headache again, I’ll be sure to take you somewhere quiet and help you feel better.”

“Heh, sounds like I might be paying some interest after the wedding…”

“Oh yeah. You’ll be paying me off forever, Sally.”

“A lifetime of debt to a pretty, young thing… Yup, worth it. It’s a date, [Darling].”

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face imagines #sal fisher #yandere sal fisher #love sick sally #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw manipulation #tw delusion #tw violence #tw dehumanization #tw cannibalism #tw drug use #tw alcohol #the one (1) strip club in nockfell is gender neutral BECAUSE I SAY SO 👏 #you ever open one of your old drafts and go 'damn this bitch can write' #bc i just did lmao #the imagines are comin rapid-fire today fellas hope you enjoy uwu

[strawberrysnipes]

hii sally face anon here; tysm for replying !!

aagh i don't wanna spoil you to the game so much, so if i may, could i request young sal fisher icons, please ? i would like blue and green tints, and you can choose any variants of these colors that u think fit since i saw u liked reqs w/ green, for example:]

no media site in particular btw !! nws if u dont want to do this; ty for ur time, and have a lovely rest of ur day :D

HI IM REALLY SORRY i ended up not being able to find high enough quality resources for this so im actually going to have to deny this for now :(

#/request denied

[troublewithvampires]

@chaieyestea said: 💐 (feral about Sal, feral about flower symbolism. puts them together in a blender and shakes it)

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

//YEAHH YEAH YEAHHHH!!!! ok before we start i wanna just call out that a lil bit ago i started writing a short story about salvatore centering around flower symbolism, but i never ended up finishing it. i kinda wanna do that now but we'll see idk it's 2 am

so i am gonna interpret this prompt as just collecting a batch of flowers that have symbolism relating to salvatore and themes around him as a character--i'll only do five, but trust me i can keep going.

but i do also wanna say i just imagined someone actually *giving* him flowers and how flustered and embarrassed but flattered he'd be. he'd call them a dumb bitch and insist he hates them but then he'd hold the flowers close and refuse to let go of them.

now. the flowers. disclaimer: i am not an expert on flower symbolism and my research into these was very brief. once again under the cut <3

Persian Speedwell - travel, kindness, loyalty, protection.

the symbolism here is probably a bit obvious--salvatore is a character for whom loyalty is important above all else. he was taught from a young age to value loyalty and to *be* loyal, never turning his back on those who depend on him. this also extends into him being overprotective of those he cares about, especially post-vampirism.

i also think travel fits in well, because i imagine him and jason travel around for a while before they settle down with their daughter. for many years, it's just them against the world, really, traveling around in jason's shitty van.

and as for the kindness part... well, sal would argue that one doesn't apply to him, but it definitely does. he's not good at being compassionate, but he *can* be very kind.

Wolfsbane - misanthropy

once again, a bit obvious. though i wouldn't classify sal as misanthropic most of the time, it's undeniable that he has a lot of anger in his heart, a lot of deep-seated rage an despair at a world that he views as having abandoned him at best, and actively hurt him at worst. in many ways, sal is deeply angry and hopeless.

another reason i list wolfsbane here, though, is that wolfsbane in particular is a plant associated very strongly with the occult. while it's more heavily associated with werewolves, i think that's a fun connection to make for a supernatural character in general.

aaand lastly. well. wolfsbane is very poisonous, and it's a staple in both historical and modern fiction for that. (not to say that it's only ever been used as a poison in *fictional* settings, of course, but still.) i haven't found a specific correlation in terms of how it's been used throughout history, but i think it's interesting that in fiction, wolfsbane (or aconite in general) is sometimes used for assassinations of powerful figures.

salvatore was never, like, the leader of the gang or even particularly powerful in the mob, but he *did* have some power as one of nickels' most trusted men. arguably, his death was an assassination in that sense. (and it also later led to nickels himself being murdered, so. welp.)

Coltsfoot - justice shall be done

i'm tying this one to salvatore's desire for revenge against those who hurt him, especially victor. while i don't think salvatore is *completely* lacking in self-awareness about his craving for vengeance, i also think he sees it as dishing out justice more than anything. justice shall be done, starting with every person who contributed to salvatore's downfall and eventual murder.

but even for people who didn't hurt him, sal does not have a hard time at all justifying killing people. not to say he thinks he's always in the right for doing so and that he's always ~dishing out justice~ but... ok a big example that comes to mind for me on this front is like. so the vampires who turned sal.... sal fucking murdered them. all of them. and he justified it to himself because he figures... vampirism is a fate worse than death, and these things would've gone on to kill and turn dozens more people if he let them go. so, it's better to kill them all.

Mourningbride - unfortunate attachment, "i have lost all"

YEEEEHAW ANOTHER BUMMER ONE!! okay anyway-

i associate this flower with sal in the sense that, like... very few of the people he was close to pre-vampirism actually reciprocated that care and devotion he had for them. salvatore has been exploited and abused throughout his life, and he doesn't really have a good sense of healthy relationships with other people, and he's incredibly easy to manipulate if you know what you're doing. "unfortunate attachment" indeed.

the other symbolism thing is pretty self-explanatory tbh. sal loses everything, and then he dies, and then he's brought back as a vampire and has to pick up the pieces.

Dandelion - overcoming hardship

i wanna end this on a good note, but i think dandelions are a really good flower symbol for salvatore. because i think they embody a lot of who sal is and the person he became post-vampirism. he was put through a horrific traumatic experience and turned into a monster, and yet he persists. he keeps going and he's not going to stop.

i also really love to connect the fact that dandelions are considered weeds in many places to the general lack of regard a lot of people in sal's life pre-vampirism had for him. he was useful, yes, but as a tool rather than a person. the person was a weed, but the tool was useful sometimes.

i'm very tired rn but like. something something the imagery of dandelions growing in cracked concrete vs salvatore emerging from the smoldering remains of the warehouse he was turned in, covered in blood and ash.

--

and as for a favorite flower of sal's... honestly, one of his faves is forget-me-nots! not for any particular reason tbh, but he likes them a lot. if he received a bouquet of those he would be very touched. they're also his go-to flowers to give those he cares about--even if he doesn't really get flower symbolism, these ones aren't hard to figure out. it's one of many ways sal may try to express love for someone without really knowing how to.

#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」 #❝ i'll talk your ear off‚ kid ❞ 「 answered 」 #❝ there i was‚ a gangster turned vampire on the loose ❞ 「 headcanons 」 #chaieyestea #//thank u bestie i owe u my life #//and now i go sleep

[cuntylittlesalmon]

heads up seven up tag

ty ty to @liv-is for tagging me! i’m not gonna tag anyone bc i’m feeling lazy about it, but if you see and wanna do it, say i tagged you 🫶

from Vessel:

“Are you busy?” he asked. I was tempted to tell him to fuck off since he hasn’t seemed that interested in talking to me the entire time he’s lived in my brother’s room, but there was the whole reason he was even in Hayden’s room to begin with that was making him out to be a dick. Grief and stuff. It makes people act different. I shook my head. “Are you hungry then? I was gonna order takeout, but I thought I should leave the house so I—actually that doesn’t matter. I’m going to Sal’s, do you want to join me?”

I nodded cause I couldn’t speak. If I started, I was going to start spilling secrets about my ghosts and I would never shut up.

#finding something for this was torture (/j) for me #i haaaaate trawling through all of my unfinished novel projects since they’re all early drafts still #<- the words of someone with several finished works who won’t post anything from them for publishing reasons #this is also def more than 7 lines but like. whatever. anarchy. #tag games #wip: vessel