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cherri-balms · 1 year

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popular girl reader x sal? maybe they’re seeing each other secretly and she’s kinda mean lol

OMG!! Thank you so much for sending in your request for me! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous, but I'm excited too! I'm kind of going for a very free-form style for the time being while I get used to getting back into the swing of things! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

I couldn't tell you why but I found this particular request very intriguing, I ended up taking a lot of creative liberty as I went going! I really hope you enjoy it!!! >v<

RAITING: G || EWC: 2K || READER GENDER: F ||

♥𝓢𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵♥

♥Getting Together♥

♥〉〉 This kind of reserved, mean exterior is nothing new to Sal, at least after having to deal with Travis picking on him for most of his high school life. So needless to say he's gotten a bit of practice in this department! ♥〉〉 The difference between you and Travis that Sal hadn't dealt with yet (and made it just a tad rougher to get to know you), was that Travis was very clearly a confused kid without a healthy way to deal with his problems at home. You, on the other hand, were a bit more complicated to read.

♥〉〉 It seemed like you had everything a teenager would want. Every guy seemed to want to be with you, and every girl wanted to be you. You had lots of friends, good grades, a beautiful figure, and the most envious trait:

♥〉〉 A beautiful face.

♥〉〉 He couldn't understand why someone like you felt the need to be so stand-offish toward everyone. Maybe you really were just as stuck up and entitled as some of his friends Larry say you are?

♥〉〉 All this together should've made him stop, to pull his hand away from the fire before he got burned... but the temptation of the potential warm comfort outweighed that logic.

♥〉〉 He really became a moth in your light. Sal wanted to get to know you with each interaction, but not the intimidating [y/n] everyone had put up on a pedestal. Rather, he found you to be a rather tricky puzzle he couldn't put down until he solved it once and for all.

♥〉〉 Sal wasn't surprised his hardest challenge was just being able to get your attention. This was the other big difference between you and Travis: Where Travis went out of his way to get a rise out of Sal, you either blew off any attempt he made or one of your friends was quick to take your attention back.

♥〉〉 All while giving him that "Who do you think you are talking to someone like her" look he was all too familiar with throughout his life. It was also something that made him envious of your good looks even more...

♥〉〉 After an intervention from his friend group he was all but ready to give up until he finally got his moment alone with you.

♥〉〉 It was late in the afternoon when all the clubs were letting out and the sports teams were finishing up with practice. Typically, Sal wasn't the kind of guy to stay after school preferring instead to continue his ghost investigation in Addison Appartments.

♥〉〉 But, art was his weakest subject. With Larry and Ash busy getting tutoring from Todd for their own academic struggles he had to take it upon himself into putting in more elbow grease to bring his grades up with the teacher. As the sun began to set earlier during daylight savings, the nearby coast's storm clouds had moved in over Nockfell, making their presence known with the loud warnings of thunder before the inevitable wind and rain.

♥〉〉 Before Sal could worry about getting home, his cell vibrated with a text from Larry letting him know he and Lisa were on their way in place of his dad.

♥〉〉 When he headed up to the front entrance to wait for Lisa and Larry, he didn't expect to see you sitting up against the wall alone, looking down at your phone.

♥〉〉 "[Y/N]? I didn't expect to see you here so late.." His start at conversation only got him a quick glance, your appearance illuminated in the spotlight your phone gave in the dim lighting of the school after hours. Alright so far, not so good it seemed...

♥〉〉 Waiting a few moments to see if you would respond, he tries again, "Are you waiting for your ride? I'm waiting on mine right now, can I sit with you?" Same as before, silence. This time though you had scooted over just enough to let him sit next to you. Hey! That's progress!

♥〉〉 "That was what I was waiting on. I only stayed this late because I was going to dinner with my friends after they finished tennis practice, but they cleared out early when the weather got bad and forgot me. Well..." you move a little closer to show Sal the texts you were just having between your friends, and what he read made his stomach churn.

♥〉〉 The messages revealed they hadn't forgotten to come get you at all, rather they left you there on purpose as a sick joke knowing you had no way home. Sal didn't even try to hide his frustration, not even able to read the rest of the texts.

♥〉〉 "Don't make such a big deal out of this Sally Face. They just wanted to inconvenience me a little, we do stuff like this all the time."

♥〉〉 Seeing this happen to you hit especially close to home, as his "friends" back in Jersey had teased and messed with him in similar ways. It wasn't until he met Larry, Todd, and Ashley that he got to see what it was like to have a proper support system.

♥〉〉 He could also see a little further into your attitude now, it was almost like treating others and being treated with cruelty was just an expectation...

♥〉〉 Sal knew he wasn't going to be able to change your entire outlook with one conversation, but the least he could do was show you that same compassion his friends first showed him as bright headlights soon flooded the room from outside.

♥〉〉 "I'm gonna ask Lisa if it's alright to drop you off home too, it's way too dangerous to walk home at night- let alone in a storm like this."

♥〉〉 "The hell you aren't." The sudden blunt rejection was most certainly not what he was expecting, but neither was the light tint of pink your cheeks held. "Like I'm gonna let you of all people put me in a debt, I'll get home just fine. But, here-"

♥〉〉 You took out a pen from your bag and started scribbling something down on his hand, something he couldn't quite read in the lack of proper light. "This is just so I can let you know I got home safe, alright? Don't be a weirdo about this later." You didn't waste a second after that to leave the building (and him dumbfounded)

♥〉〉 Stepping outside himself, Sal finally got a good look at what you had written down on his hand.

♥〉〉 It was a phone number! Your number! An odd, and honestly quite crude way of giving him your number but hey, he wasn't upset.

♥〉〉 Once he finally got home he shot you a text letting you know who he was and that he was safe, finding himself glued to the screen until he got a reply back.

♥〉〉 Eventually his nerves were put to ease when he got the reply, and for some unexplainable reason, it made his heart skip a beat when he read it:

♥〉〉 > Hey Sally, lyk I'm alive. Drenched, but alive. > Sorry for leaving so suddenly, thank you for keeping me company

♥〉〉 Maybe you really were just a normal girl after all ♡

♥Being Together♥

♥〉〉 Getting into a relationship wound up going quicker than expected after your first proper encounter!

♥〉〉 Sal was quick to realize that you were never intentionally trying to be mean to him, not even really as a front for your friends. Rather, none of your snide remarks had any weight to them at all; the definition of hot air.

♥〉〉 Because of this your relationship was never really intended to be a secret in the start, rather you were still getting used to genuine communication and tended to revert to your typical ways in public. While Sal understood, both of your social circles just thought it was business as usual.

♥〉〉 Even when you had started transitioning into more romantic forms of affection, Sal was already not one for PDA so even your social status aside he wasn't really ready to venture into heavy romantics immediately.

♥〉〉 Which was something you found oddly sweet about your growing bond with him, because as one would expect you had been on many, many dates before Sal. You both had a dynamic where you were able to show the other a foreign kind of relationship you weren't used to.

♥〉〉 The problem arises when you do secretly date on purpose...

♥〉〉 See, Sal is wildly known to be an awful liar, and even worse when it came to keeping secrets.

♥〉〉 Between him turning down hangouts with his group, checking his phone a lot more often, and just in general having a different air to him everyone could tell he was hiding something. Larry most of all had been suspecting Sal had a romantic partner behind his back before anyone else though.

♥〉〉 Furthermore, you had slowly begun drifting away from your old friend group. Not only that, but you'd been rejecting date offers a lot more frequently.

♥〉〉 It finally took one specific day of repeated bad luck for Larry to finally get frustrated enough to say something. with a combination of a failed math quiz, a minor argument with his mom earlier in the morning, and the god-awful bologna to eat Larry was especially not in the mood to put up with Sal's distance in the conversation.

♥〉〉 "Sal, with all due respect can you PLEASE just reveal your secret date or pay attention to the conversation."

♥〉〉 Proceed to the dead silent, blank stares from everyone at the table. Yeah everyone suspected it (and had a feeling Larry was going to bring it up first) but no one thought he was going to go nuclear with it.

♥〉〉 "Ugh- haha Larry- what are you talking about I'm not dating-"

♥〉〉 "Don't even try that Sally Face we all know a man in love when we see it."

♥〉〉 For once Sal was kind of glad he had a prosthetic face. It made it very easy to hide embarrassment in times like these. Either way, the cat was out of the bag and he figured he had to introduce you to his friends eventually, so maybe this was an open opportunity for them to get to know you!

♥〉〉 "Hmmm... How about instead of me telling you, I introduce you guys to her. Is that fair?" The promise of actually getting to meet Sal's girlfriend already piqued the group's interest by far, so they didn't fight him when he left to go retrieve you.

♥〉〉 When Sal came back with you, however...

♥〉〉 Jaws were on the floor, Ashley may have gotten milk up her nose preventing a spit take, and Larry...

♥〉〉 "Break up with her." "LARRY-"

♥〉〉 Unfortunately here is where your previous treatment of Sal is going to bite you in the ass. The gang had a difficult time accepting Travis already, as a friend, but you as Sal's girlfriend is going to take a lot of work convincing you aren't just taking advantage of his kindness.

♥〉〉 It's actually because of this Travis is the first one you were able to befriend within the group- and actually got pretty close with. While in different contexts, Travis believed your claim of being influenced by toxic people in your life and genuinely meant no ill will to Sal. Hell, even outside of Sal's group you two hung out quite frequently.

♥〉〉 No one by far is surprised, but the hardest member to sway over was Larry, but also obtaining his blessing was something important to both you and Sal.

♥〉〉 Time is the only thing that will get his approval. If you stick with Sal long enough to prove you're serious about dating him then he'll know you're genuinely making an effort. ♥

#🍓My one and only!#🍫Chocolat Chocolat you make me feel #Fluff #Sal Fisher x Reader #Sally Face x Reader #Sally Face #Sally Face Headcanons #🌹FIRST POST OUT IN THE WORLD AHHHHH!!!!♥♥

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goo-berz · 3 months

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Talking about Vivziepops' weird art of minors

I've never been the biggest fan of Vivziepop, I've always knew about their weird behavior (since like 2018 ~ 2019) before they were as popular as they are now.

She has done a lot of weird stuff but the thing I mainly wanna focus on in this post is their character Addison. Addison is a 17 year old gay effeminate fox humanoid from Zoophobia, he's in a relationship with a 19 year old Teacher's assistant named Gustav. Many people get confused by this but Addison has been CONFIRMED to be 17 years old by Vivziepop. Someone had changed Addison's Fandom Wiki page back in 2019 to say they're 18, when this is not true, Vivzie has confirmed they're 17. I did go back and change the age to 17 on the Wiki with the correct age in hopes that people stop believing incorrect information.

Vivzie confirming their age: https://twitter.com/vivziepop/status/1128064633166712832

The tags in this post brings up the fact that Addison is nearly 18 - not 18 yet - They're still 17.

Edit: Oh yeah, I want to add on context to this tag: "I should mention the characters canon ages are higher then when I first made them because as I wrote the story any big age gaps were uncomfy"

I've heard multiple older fans of Vivziepop say that Addison was originally meant to be 14-15 years old, and I've heard that Gustav was originally meant to be in his 30s.

Addison was created 2010, She began shipping Gustav with Addison in 2011, and Zoophobia began in 2012. So the fact she shipped a 14-15 year old character with a 30 year old one to begin with, and encouraged her friend to draw intense NSFW art of them together is so.. weird.

Anyways, Vivzie also hints at Addison being a minor, using wording indicating how young they are in age in their Blogpost introducing the character

"I finally created a few concepts, but the one I have been toying with the most is a young character much like Gale. An albino boy, with an identical albino sister"

If you need more proof, Addison is also preyed on by Mirage, a character that SPECIFICALLY goes after minors... that's basically her main personality trait, that she's a p3d0. She goes after Addison because he's a young submissive boy and easy to manipulate.

Anyways, back on topic. I personally I don't see anything wrong with the age gap of 17 & 19, however I do think it's weird to have this relationship between Addison and Gustav.. he's not exactly a teacher, but he still holds power over Addison due to the fact he's the voluntary teacher's assistant. Back when Zoophobia was popular there were people who found this dynamic weird & creepy considering the fact that Addison is basically a student under Gustav. Also, I just wanna bring this up because I find this weird, Gustav was originally under the impression that Addison was a year one student and much younger than he actually is, yet he still tried to flirt with him.. erm..? Yeah..

Anyways, that isn't the main point. The point is that Vivzie DREW NSFW OF HER 17 YEAR OLD CHARACTER AND HIS 19 YEAR OLD TEACHER... erm.. holy cracker balls? Literally how can anyone excuse these?

Vivzie also drew Gore of Addison too, but I won't post it here cus it's very graphic and weird and idk why she drew it!!

And .. possibly the worst drawing of them all.. Holy titties what is this... If you're wondering, the stuff under the censors is ACTUAL NSFW. It's not suggestive, or implied s3x, It's their ACTUAL WEE WEEs.

These accounts are poorly archived, so it's hard to find the original post and what it originally said. However after some digging I was able to find out the original text said

“ dollcreep: “ i can only see ‘dark-Günter’ exposing him and addi to a public area like so…so. yeah. Günter says; merry Christmas. god this question is super old. vivz reminded me about it"

So, I'm assuming that Dollcreep drew this, not Vivzie. However I was also able to find out from the limited resources there is that Vivzie reposted this to her accounts Vivzie-zp (unarchived) and ZPanswers, which are also now deleted, but if you view the accounts tumblr archives over the Wayback machine you can see that she did indeed repost this. http://web.archive.org/web/20120801182958/http://zpanswers.tumblr.com/archive

If you don't know, Dollcreep and Vivzie used to be best friends, however aren't anymore. Dollcreep originally designed Gustav, originally named Gunter, and Vivzie bought the design from them. Vivzie designed Addison back around 2010, and taking into account the old caption, this means that Vivzie.. allowed Dollcreep to draw NSFW art of their underaged character ;-; oh my gawd!!! Whatthe heck guys... like I said at this time Addison was still 14 - 15 and Gustav (Gunter) was in his 30s.

Also I want to mention that this drawing was from 2011, so that means Vivzie had this pedophilic ship with Dollcreeps OC for years, & after she bought the rights to the character she decided to.. keep the pedophilic ship and write it into Zoophobia by making him Addisons teacher. That's crazy..?

Anyways, because I brought up Mirage. Mirage is written pretty bad. She was a character meant to be in.. or scrapped from Zoophobia, she was meant to be a villain who preyed on the kids, mainly Addison. Her main trait is that she likes kids

Vivzie's made a bunch of drawings of Mirage preying on kids which I think is pretty weird, especially considering how poorly some of them represent it and make it seem like a joke instead.

and yeah, we all know about this infamous drawing she made of Mirage preying on Kestrel, a 14 year old. Pretty weird

Also when I looked at the web archive of Vivzie's ZPanswers blog (a Zoophobia ask blog) she accepted many weird asks about Kestrel, 14, and Addison, 17, like an ask asking if Kestrel had ever been fucked by a horse & how Kestrel, Addison & others would act when they were drunk. Which is also pretty weird to me I won't lie

Anyways that's all for now. Sorry if this is all over the place its 4am and I just wanted to get my thoughts out that vivziepop is kinda a weirdo

#vivziepop #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #vivzie #zoophobia

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you did Sally Face, and you hadn't gotten a request for it yet.

So if you can, how about a Sal fisher x Male reader that's into studying witchcraft and the paranormal?

You can decide if this would be a drabble, one-shot, etc..

A/n: say less anon leave this to me🫡

Little Dark Age

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft

kinda goes from headcanons to a little one-shot !!

warnings?: mentions of witchcraft and the paranormal,

!-!more under the cut!-!

—Honestly you being into witchcraft and all things spooky is probably how you met Sal.

—He'd definitely be intrigued, and would probably ask you for help in finding out the secrets of Addison Apartments

—You both click instantly, with his curiosity of the paranormal and your knowledge of it, you both fit hand in hand.

—He asks you a lot of questions regarding the paranormal and that's how he found out you're also into witchcraft.

—He makes jokes about potions and hexes and is actually shocked when you tell him that those are real, though they're not as drastic as people think. He quickly get's over his shock and quickly finds it super cool that you know about all of this stuff.

—He tells you about Megan and you suggest having a Séance in the room her ghost resides in to make it easier for him to communicate with her. It's now a regular thing you both do, sometimes you're able to contact her and other times you're not, either way Sal is still pretty impressed with your skill.

—You guys tried to get Larry to join you both for a Séance once but he freaked out after just stepping foot in the fifth floor, like he just refuses.

—The entire gang calling you a witch whenever they're talking about you

—Todd corrected them all once, calling you a wizard and not a witch since you're male and now it's the only thing Larry calls you. At least Sal still uses your name sometimes but Larry seems to have taken a vow to never say it again.

—After gaining a bit more trust in your relationship Sal would tell you about the shadow ghost he'd been seeing around, asking for help to contact it or seeing if you know more about it.

—You freak out when he tells you about it though he can tell you're trying to hide it. You give him a Hazar necklace (one of those blue-eye amulets) and tell him you'll place a protection spell on him while you look into his shadow entity.

—He now wears that amulet religiously and practically never takes it off.

—He's asked you to try and contact Larry's dad the way you do with Megan but you don't follow through with it since you're not sure how Larry would feel about it.

—When he first meets Ash he stupidly asks you to make a love potion for him. You tell him you won't do it because it can be dangerous and you're jealous, and he's a bit sad but understands nonetheless.

—I ran out of ideas so here's a one-shot about the scenario above

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"Come on Y/n please! Just this once," Sal begged you as he stood in your living room, hoping that this time your answer would change, however it didn't. "No." "I'll never ask you for anything ever again! I swear! Come on man..use your wizard powers and whip something up for me!" "For the last time Sal, I am not making you a "love potion" for some stupid girl." You crossed your arms, a pout resting on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. "Ash isn't stupid, she's-" Sal sighed in a lovesick way and you rolled your eyes. "Making a love potion can be dangerous, they tend to backfire, you know?" You drew Sal's attention back to you, staring into the holes of his mask where you could just barely make out his blue eyes. It took him a minute, but slowly he nodded, a sigh that you could barely make out escaped his lips and you chuckled.

"You could just confess to her you know?" You mentally cursed yourself out for suggesting such a thing. Even though a part of you wanted to help your dear friend with his girl problems another part of you wanted said girl out of his life completely. Luckily, Sal quickly shut down the idea, "No way man, it was hard enough for me to just become friends with her." You shook your head, biting back a teasing grin as you stared at Sal, "well sorry I can't exactly help you here. If you need me to summon the dead I'm all ears but you and your girl problems can go." You pointed towards the door with a quirk of you eyebrow and you barely saw Sal roll his eyes as he turned to leave with a huff. "Thanks for nothing Y/n, see ya." "Yeah yeah, see ya Sally Face." You sighed, hearing the door close behind, walking over to lock it back. You stared at the wooden frame as your mind wandered to the conversation that took place moments prior. A love potion...would it be hypocritical if you,,,- no! You quickly shook those thoughts from your head, scolding yourself as you walked to your room. Using a love spell on Sally would be ridiculous, not to mention the dangers you just warned Sal himself about. You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your hands as gay thoughts of you and one of your best friends flooded your mind. You can see why Sal felt hopeless enough to ask for a love potion in moments like these, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth at how hypocritical you sounded. 'Just confess to her' you said, as if you yourself don't tremble at the thought of doing the same thing. 'Maybe one day I'll tell him', you think, knowing in your heart that it's probably not true.

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( i hope my limited knowledge on witchcraft and the paranormal was enough)

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swiftsdelucaa · 1 year

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Can I please have an imagine where the reader is dating Addison Montgomery and they decide that they want to try for a baby via sperm donor. Fast forward a few months and the reader finds out she’s pregnant. When she tells Addison she is over the moon. She kisses the reader and ends up proposing to her. Another fast forward and they end up having a baby boy. Fluffy please?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Addison Montgomery x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: So sorry for the wait, I wasn't feeling good :( But I hope you'll like it!

What's more beautiful than being with someone you like? It's hard to say. You and Addison looked so good together and you both recently decided to try for a baby. Both you and her were thrilled with this choice and were looking forward to nothing more than to have a family.

Since Addison had little chance of getting pregnant, everything was staked on you, the idea of carrying your child made you even more proud and eager to become a mother.

You started with a few donations, choosing a decent donor was as hard as fun, but unfortunately you weren't immediately lucky. You were both doctors, you knew it would take time, so you didn't let yourself be discouraged. Let's say that after other unsuccessful attempts, your enthusiasm gradually vanished, but Addison had that energy that she was able to transmit to you continuously, so you continued to believe it. God, how much you loved her.

Finally, just when you didn't expect it, it happened. You were pregnant. The answer to the test was more than clear, you must have watched it at least a dozen times before realizing it. You couldn't wait to tell her, you were so happy, her reaction would surely be double yours. And to surprise her by venting all your happiness, you have prepared an excellent dinner.

Addison returned about two hours later, it seemed more for you. She followed the delicious smell coming from the room where you were, welcoming you with a warm smile and giving you a light kiss on your lips.

"Wow, I'm so hungry" she said as you turned to her. "Hey, what's up?" she asked you having noticed your particular happiness.

"Addison Forbes Montgomery" you took her hands, making her feel more curious. "You have no idea how much I'll love you seeing you with our baby" her face lit up, she was probably still reworking. You placed her hands on your belly.

"You- you're pregnant?" her smile became the most beautiful thing for you in that moment.

"Yeah!" you exclaimed, unable to hold back your tears.

"Oh my God Y/n!" she kissed you intensely, then stopping everything to say something.

"Y/n L/n, you'll make me the happiest person giving me a baby and becoming my wife" she looked at your eyes, her words looked so serious and full of love. At that point the tears increased, you didn't know if for the hormones you had taken or for the inexplicable happiness, maybe for both. You began to sob laughing, unable to control yourself.

"Yes, yes, yes!!! I'd love to become your wife" you kissed her again, this time longer than before.

So the wedding and the baby have been the only priority to you in this period. Both had decided that the wedding would be after the baby's birth, also because you didn't want to seem an awful monster on the best day of your life.

For the baby you had done every possible exam, you wanted a beautiful healthy baby, and you'd do everything to make it sure. The funniest thing was that, well, barring your stupid hormones and weird cravings for food that no one would ever eat, you couldn't agree on just one name, you might even have combined all possibilities at the cost of pleasing both. He was a baby boy, and she'd liked to call him Henry, but you liked Jess more. So... Jenry...? For a while you thought that was better to stop thinking about it, at the sight of the baby it was hoped that the name would be chosen immediately.

When you was in labor she was in surgery, trying to save another baby. Let's say it, you were very stubborn, you would even have been able to stop labor with all your might just to have Addison with you.

"Where the fuck is the girl who's gonna be my wife?! I want her here!" you were yelling at anyone trying to calm you down, then Addison finally caught up with you and you began to realize the situation better.

"We're meeting our son, oh my God Y/n it's awesome, I love you so much!" she squeezed your hand as you screamed in pain between the thrusts.

"No, it's not-" you tried to tell her referring to the 'beautiful' experience you were passing at that moment.

When you were finally able to hug your son you did nothing but look at him laughing with tears in your eyes, you didn't believe that such a beautiful thing could grow inside you.

"Ryle" you said. "He's name is Ryle" you looked at Addison and then turned towards the cute baby boy you held.

"Yeah, Ryle. It's perfect" she kissed your forehead and gently stroked the baby's cheek.

In these two months Ryle had already grown a lot, he was becoming more and more adorable. Well, during your wedding ceremony he cried and screamed almost all the time, but somehow it made it special.

As soon as he was with either of you he calmed down, and there were no words to describe that feeling, where the son recognizes his own mother. But you can say you're proud of everything, of you, of Addison, of Ryle, of all of you together.

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests

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bexalert · 9 months

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RANDOM SALLY FACE THOUGHTS

This is just self indulgent bullshit. Bear with me

• This man is the biggest cutie (love this short king)

• He definitely needs reassurance but won’t ask for it ☹️

• Very worried about you seeing his face

• I imagine you seeing his face would be similar to when Larry saw it. Very much an accident, and Sal won’t even notice at first because it’s just super sudden.

• But he’s super scared when you see him. A bunch of anxious thoughts running through his head :(

• “do they still like me? Do they think I’m ugly? Did I scare them?”

• Sometimes he’s worried that he’s as scary as the ghosts. He’s worried that his face is grotesque or disturbing.

• If you stare or compliment him, it’s over lmao

• Bros bursting in to tears :(((

• Cuz you don’t think he’s ugly and he just can’t handle that

• He sleeps terribly. Constantly having nightmares or just can’t fall asleep.

• He’d feel afraid to tell you about his messed up sleep schedule, or disturbing dreams, or to wake you up

• But please let him, he’ll feel so much better

• He loves being able to talk to you, or just hearing you talk.

• Sometimes he’s kinda glad for the mask

• Cuz you can’t see his stupid dreamy expression when he looks at you

• He also has a bit of a staring problem

• He just really likes you 😭

• The biggest simp

• Will talk Larry’s ear off about you

• But he just can’t bring himself to tell you he likes you

• It’d definitely be a group effort to bring you together, some of the ghosts might even be involved.

• Speaking of ghosts

• He’s always a bit hesitant to bring you on group adventures

• Even more so if you don’t live in Addison Apartments

• But after a while, he becomes more relaxed

• All in all, this man just likes you so much, and wants to keep you safe ☺️

#sally face #sal fisher #sally face fanfiction #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #fanfic #headcanon

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focsle · 11 months

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I've seen you answer a few asks about whaling history before, so hopefully I'm not offbase asking you questions out of the blue? But anyway, how did people bathe (or keep clean if not by bathing) during long sea voyages?

Not off base at all! Out of the blue whaling history questions are some of my fav asks to receive; I find them thrilling. I can’t help but write an essay every time.

It was particularly hard to keep clean on a whaler, and whalemen were often disparaged by those in other maritime professions. In 1839, naval Lieutenant Charles Wilkes said of the crew of the whaleship America,

“I have seldom seen at sea a more uncombed and dirty set of mariners than his crew.“

J.E. Haviland of the Baltic, 1856, complained of besmirching his journal pages with the grime that he was unable to scrub off his hands after tarring the rigging, self consciously saying:

“My hands + clothes would look beautiful for a ladies Parlor. I see they even collor the paper but I cannot get the tar out. The Old Man says he intends to have me tar down the rigging a few days before we get in New Bedford so that I shall not forget too soon that I have been a sailor.”

General ships’ work such as tarring could be messy, but a whaler’s work was even messier. When trying out blubber it was futile to attempt maintaining any semblance of cleanliness during the process. William Abbe of the Atkins Adams, 1859, said that during boiling, a watch would turn in to their bunks a few hours rest, merely ‘after wiping off your bare body with oakum to take off the thickest of the oil”.

But the gore and oil wasn’t forever. After the particular job was done the ship would be meticulously cleaned, and the whalers would tend to themselves too. As Herman Melville wrote,

“The crew themselves proceed to their own ablutions; shift themselves from top to toe; and finally issue to the immaculate deck, fresh and all aglow, as bridegrooms new-leaped from out the daintiest Holland. Now, with elated step, they pace the planks in twos and threes, and humorously discourse of parlors, sofas, carpets, and fine cambrics; propose to mat the deck; think of having hanging to the top; object not to taking tea by moonlight on the piazza of the forecastle. To hint to such musked mariners of oil, and bone, and blubber, were little short of audacity. They know not the thing you distantly allude to. Away, and bring us napkins!”

Haviland expressed gratitude in getting a chance to get clean after all the work of boiling blubber was done:

“I feel much better to day I have given myself a good wash + a clean shave + got in all clean clothes. You would not have known your own son if you could have seen him yesterday. I was nearly black with smoke + dirt. (with shame) I say it was the accumulation of 2 months dirt + 4 months beard. Everything looks as clean + bright as it did before we took the whale”

Being able to bathe was such a highlight that Abbe titled one of his journal pages “Washing myself!!” With TWO exclamation points!

“I write with pride in my fastidious journal that this morning I washed my face + hands with castile soap + fresh water — when shall I do the like again? When shall I write the pleasant and comfortable fact that I have shaved? The future and fair weather only can tell.”

The ship’s slop chest—its general store—had toiletries for sale, often at a very high premium. Whaling account books show men buying pounds of oil soap for their own personal stores. The fresh water was often rainwater collected for this purpose, rather than the casks set aside for drinking.

“This has been a rather squally day,” wrote Mary Lawrence, whaling wife who accompanied her husband on his ship Addison in the 1850s. “Considerable rain has fallen, and everybody on deck is using an abundant supply of rainwater for washing purposes.” She also added, though this is speaking of laundry rather than bathing, “Having stopped up the scuppers, the use the whole deck for one grand washtub.”

They’d use the sea, too. John Martin of the Lucy Ann, wrote of bathing via rain and sea whilst near the equator on January 24th, 1842.

“Towards noon the rain came down in torrents. The weather being sultry the watch on deck shipped off their shirts to it. John the boat steerer went entirely naked with the exception of a handkerchief tied around his privates. In the afternoon it cleared away, when I asked permission from the Captain for the crew to take a bathe over the side. He said we might do it if we rigged a studding sail over the side, which was soon done & all hands that could swim were to be seen jumping from different parts of the ship. Some went out to the end of the flying jib boom & jumped off there. Even the dog was thrown overboard & got his share of washing. I like bathing at sea but for one thing, and that is sharks. I always have a fear that one might be hovering about and give one a nip before he was aware of it.”

It was challenging for whalers to keep clean by nature of the job, but man when they were able to they really seemed to revel in it. For many of them it was more than just a bath; it was a symbolic return to a home they were long away from, or to the man they perceived themselves to be back on shore, or of a society that they felt cut off from in their line of work.

If you’re interested I also wrote a thing about doing laundry on whaleships too, yonder!

#awhalin #asks #basuralindo #long post //

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anim-ttrpgs · 7 months

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Example of Investigative Gameplay in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy

Here is the recently rewritten and updated example of investigative gameplay from the Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy rulebook.

Here’s a simple example of an investigative scene featuring Investigation Rolls, Full Successes, Partial Successes, Failures, Investigation Points, and the Eureka! Mechanic. In this example, 1920s detectives Nick Morgan and Hector Law, played by players Addison and Ash respectively, are on the trail of a gang of bank robbers, and have found the office where one suspect works as a dock supervisor. On their way up, they can hear two voices from within the room and some sounds of shuffling. They walk in, but find only the suspect’s secretary, Hugo, standing there awkwardly. The Narrator also describes that the office is a small room without much furnishings. There is an open window facing back towards town. There is a desk with several papers on it, and a marble paperweight, but an overturned wine bottle has soaked them. Wine is dripping off the corner of the desk to the floor.

[off to the side in final formatting] In an actual session, there should always be more description than just the points of interest, but for this example we are cutting flavor and extraneous detail for the sake of being concise and clear. It’s already multiple pages long.

It’s plain to see that the suspect tried to make an escape, but to where, they don’t know. Law’s player, Ash, decides that Law is going to play it cool and just ask where the suspect went. His Charm skill is better than his Threaten anyway.

At the same time, Morgan moves straight to the window, thinking that the suspect might have fled that way, and there might still be time to catch a glimpse of him getting away.

Politely stopping the secretary from intercepting Morgan, Law tells Hugo “Hello, we’re here to talk to [the suspect], and we thought he was in here just now. Can you tell us where to find him?”

Ash rolls the dice, 2D6 + Law’s Charm, which is +1. The first die lands on 2, the second lands on 3, and adding that with the skill modifier makes it a total of 6. (2+3+1=6) Uh oh, not good, a 6 is a Failure. Law isn’t smooth enough to get Hugo to rat out his boss just like that.

The Narrator tells the players that Hugo just kinda sweatily twiddles his thumbs a bit before saying “He, um, is out of the office right now.” That isn’t very helpful, they could already plainly see that. At the very least, from the Failure, Law gains 3 Investigation Points. He already had 10 from all the investigation that led them to this office, so now he has 13/15. He’s very close to a Eureka!

Ash writes down in her notes “Failed roll to ask Hugo where the suspect went.” A Eureka! Point might be able to be used on that later.

Meanwhile, at the window, Morgan looks out and his player, Addison, asks what he sees. The Narrator says that Morgan sees a small lot of fresh mud below the window between the office and the rest of town.

Addison asks if Morgan sees any footprints in that mud.

The Narrator says no, Morgan sees no footprints.

Neither Addison nor Morgan need any sort of roll to figure out that if the suspect had hopped through that window and ran through the field, there should be a fresh trail of footprints there. He can’t have gone this way. So where did he go?

Note that the Narrator did not outright mention the lack of footprints until Addison asked.

Now back to Law. Ash asks if Law can get a look at those papers on the desk. The Narrator tells her that he can, but Hugo is going to try and stop him, saying “No no, that’s confidential customer shipping information.”

Ash decides that Law is going to try his Charm again to talk past Hugo. She rolls the dice as Law says “Relax, I just can’t stand to see wine go to waste like that.” He moves past Hugo to set the bottle back upright.

The 2D6 roll is a 6 and a 5, plus 1 from Charm, but the Narrator interjects. He says that Law isn’t just going to the desk to clean up, he’s trying to get a look at those papers. And plus, earlier in the adventure, Ash said that Law doesn’t drink wine, he prefers whisky, which means he’s outright lying about the wine. That means that this is more a job for the Manipulate skill than the Charm skill.

[off to side in final formatting] The Narrator is not saying this to punish, talk down to, or otherwise antagonize Ash, it is just his job to make sure that all the mechanics are correctly applied to the actions of the story.

“Hm, that’s right, I did say that.” Ash says. “Then we’ll use his Manipulate skill, since he’s definitely lying. He hates wine.”

Law’s Manipulate skill is -1 instead of +1, making the roll 6+5-1=10. Luckily, a 10 is still a Full Success.

Hugo mumbles and doesn’t move any further to get in Law’s way. He can’t see a way to stop Law without looking more suspicious than he already is. Law sets the wine bottle upright.

Also, with a Full Success, Law gains 1 Investigation Point, giving him 14/15.

Ash says “Now that Law’s gotten close to the desk, he’s going to try and look at those papers. That would be Paperwork, right?” The Narrator confirms, it would be a Paperwork roll.

While Ash check’s Law’s character sheet to remind herself what his Paperwork skill is, Addison says that Morgan is going to really study Hugo. Does he look like he’s hiding anything else? Addison makes a Social Cues roll for Morgan, whose Social Cues skill is +2. (4+3+2=9)

A 9 is a Partial Success. Morgan gains 2 Investigation Points for himself, and the Narrator says that Hugo definitely looks supremely nervous, he has his fingers crossed, and his eyes darting around the room, which might mean that he’s hoping beyond hope that the investigators won’t notice something else. Exactly what, though, Morgan can’t guess with only a Partial Success.

Now Ash makes the Paperwork roll for Law. His Paperwork is +1. (3+3+1=7).

A Partial Success. The Narrator says that he’s reading the paper upside-down, so it’s hard to make out exactly what it says, but he can at least see that it appears to be a spreadsheet dividing $10,000 between four people, whose names are listed. Linda, Terry, Marcus, and “Me.” When Law tries to turn the paper around, however, it disintegrates, completely ruined by the wine. Darn.

Ash checks her notes from the previous session. “$10,000 is how much money was stolen from the bank, so Law thinks this must be the names of the other robbers. Oh, also, he just got a Eureka! Point.”

That’s true, the Partial Success on an investigation roll gave Law 2 Investigation Points, taking him from 14 to 15. Ash erases all but one of the check marks on the investigation Point Bar on Law’s character sheet. Normally, she would erase them all, but the extra leftover Investigation Point carries over towards Law’s next Eureka!.

Law could save this Eureka! Point for something later, but Ash thinks it would be most helpful if he had his Eureka! moment right now.

Ash points to her sheet where she wrote “Failed roll to ask Hugo where the suspect went.” and says she wants Law to retroactively succeed at this failed investigation roll, and get the information that he would’ve gotten if he had done a better job questioning Hugo.

The Narrator nods and says that when Law looks back at Hugo, he notices that the secretary’s eyes are fixed on something near Law’s feet for just a moment, before darting away. When Law looks down at the floor, he sees that the wine is pooling weirdly just under the desk, and seems to be disappearing into a small crack there....

The Narrator doesn’t say any more, he doesn’t need to.

Ash says that Law crouches down and starts to push the desk aside. She asks if he needs an Athletics roll for this, and the Narrator says no, the desk isn’t that heavy. Even if the desk was that heavy, an Athletics roll would probably not need to be made, because a Failure would not add anything interesting to the scene. If there were mobsters about to break down the door and Hector was trying to push the desk around to make a barricade, then would be a good time for the Narrator to call for an Athletics roll, because there are stakes, and so a success or failure would result in the something very different happening in the scene.

What the Narrator does confirm, however, is that when Law pushes the desk back, he sees a small trap door, but suddenly Hugo grabs the marble paperweight off the desk and goes to smash Law’s head with it!

What will happen next?! Read the exciting conclusion in [melee combat example].

You can have investigations like this by either downloading the free shareware rulebook from our website or getting the full version for $5 on our Patreon.

Also, behind the scenes, this example of gameplay is based on the actual gameplay of our group using Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy to play the Call of Cthuhlu adventure module "A Mother's Love", written by Seth Skorkowsky.

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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I Can’t Breathe (Please Don’t Say You Love Me.)

Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same user!

Character:Sal Fisher

Warnings: Murder, blood, gore, violence, death.

Sal's gaze remained fixed on the door, its Ferncolor seemingly captivating him. He had been in this position for quite some time, completely motionless and devoid of any expression in his eyes. It was as if he had transformed into a statue, a peculiar figure standing there in an almost deranged manner.

Not like anyone was going to see him anyway.

One after another, each neighbor met their demise. They were perishing rapidly, akin to flies succumbing to the chilling touch of a steel knife. With utmost swiftness, he executed his stabs, ensuring they struck vital organs to expedite their deaths smoothly. Efficiency was paramount in his methodical approach. Yet, his actions were not driven by malevolence or pleasure; they stemmed from a sense of protection and necessity. He had no choice but to take such extreme measures, as the consequences of inaction would inflict suffering upon everyone. The weight of his task was not to be taken lightly. These individuals were not mere neighbors - some were cherished friends whom he held dearly and would never harm. Until now, that is.

He had a special place in his heart for someone truly unforgettable. This individual held a cherished spot in his life, as he adored every little detail about them. From their hair to their eyes, their scent to their fashion sense, their smile to their unique perspectives, they were his world. He had known them since the day he moved into the dreadful apartment complex. At the age of fifteen, they had moved in next door to him just a week after he had settled in. It was like fate had brought them together. Ash had introduced them to his circle of friends, and from that moment on, everything changed.

The moment they walked into the room, his breath caught in his throat. They were stunning, with features so striking that he couldn't take his eyes off them. Despite feeling a twinge of shame for his intense gaze, he found himself unable to look away. And then they spoke. Good Lord, their voice was like music to his ears. He couldn't help but feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach. It was a feeling he tried to suppress at first, but now, looking back on it, he has no qualms about admitting that their voice was downright sexy. As he got to know them better, he learned about their life before they moved to Addison Apartments, the type of music they loved, and their hobbies and interests. It was a privilege to get to know them, and he cherished every moment spent in their company.

he wished that he could take all of this back. He wished that things could end up differently. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. He didn’t want to put them in any harm. He finally realized that this was his only choice, He broke down into misery. He didn’t want to hurt them, he didn’t want to hurt anyone. all of these people, including them are his friends, one of them being his lover, who has fallen into his deadly grasp of death itself. right next to his apartment which is listed as 402, stood your apartment, 403. You two are side-by-side. his eyes board into the three digits on your apartment door. He did not want to raise his fist to knock on your apartment door, knowing that you’d end up dead when he came out, he had to put on a fake act just to kill you right here right now in your very own home all by yourself your parents aren’t even here. Hell, he had even taken off his prosthetic mask just so that you wouldn’t be able to see the blood that was left on it by your dear neighbors. He pulled down his shirt over his jeans to cover up the blood that was on the hip of his jeans. You’re all by yourself nobody to defend you, even if you try to defend yourself you’d be trying to protect yourself from your lover, Sal Fisher.

when he knocked on your apartment door after standing there for so long, he could hear your footsteps creeping closer and closer to your front door. He dreaded that you were awake around this time. He thought that you’ll be asleep then maybe he’ll be forced to inside your own home and probably kill you in your sleep.

He would rather do that.

“Sal? What are you doing here?” he should’ve just killed you right then and there to make click and easy but he wouldn’t be able to do that. He just couldn’t. That’ll be too short. He had to look at the beauty of your face one last time he just had to he didn’t want you to die so quickly he wanted to be able to see you to hear you to be able to hug you, he wouldn’t be able to do that if you’re lying on the floor and your pull blood that will not be a pretty sight to see. He hates himself for this. He feels like some sort of fucking maniac. Well, he is a maniac now. But his point still stands.

“Yeah, I just thought that I would come over if that’s alright with you?” He said, forcing his voice to sound calm and collected, trying not to allow you to see what a monster he had become. he felt the knife in his back pocket. If you were just one of his neighbors and not his lover he would’ve sliced your neck right now, but in this case, you weren’t just a plain old neighbor or a friend— you are the love of his life that he hadn't killed yet, the one that made him feel alive, which was ironic at this point because he was going to kill you he was going to live. You didn’t understand you didn’t see it. You can’t see it. You don’t know the only one inside his apartment complex. You don’t understand that he is doing this to protect you, that made him feel alive, which was ironic at this point because he was going to kill you he was going to live. You didn’t understand you didn’t see it. You can’t see it. You don’t know the only one inside his apartment complex. You don’t understand that he is doing this to protect you, you will never understand because you'll only see him as a murderer. An emotionless murderer who killed your friends, your neighbors and now he’s gonna kill you.

“Aww, now you know I won’t mind! Come on, I made some spaghetti!” You said as you took his cold hand in your own and dragged him into the comfort of your home. The feeling of your hand nearly made him break down into pathetic tears. He realized that he wouldn’t be able to feel your warmth ever again after this.

Sal sat down at the dinner table as you got the two of you’s plates ready. He couldn’t believe that he was sitting at your table right now, getting ready to eat with you before taking your life. The pit in his stomach grew.

he remembered the first time when he tried your cooking you claimed that you’re cooking wasn’t all that good but when he got a piece of it in his mouth, he disagreed completely. He remembers when you both were younger he would nearly go to your house and have dinner with you and your family almost every night or so it wasn’t only just your family cooking that was good, but it was yours too. he shared how he would come over and get himself a small plate of your cooking because he loves it so much, even if it’s just a plain basic meal he would get up and get some seconds. There was no doubt that he would miss cooking. He will miss everything about you. The smell of spaghetti filled what was left of his nose as you sat a plate full of spaghetti right in front of him and a glass of some tea. You sat down across from him on his right.

“How has your day been?” You asked him with a smile as you put some more cheese on your plate.

“Good,” that was a bullshit lie a pitiful lie, a dumbass lie he knows that his day was not fucking good. He knows that his night went fucking terrible as if he didn’t just kill 14 people in this apartment complex. He knows what he’s doing. “what about yours?”

“It was…okay. I’ve just been pretty lonely.” You said with a soft shrug. Yeah, your parents have taken a trip and you didn’t want to go. He wishes that you did. “But when you came all of a sudden, my night has gotten better!” You added on. He stared into your eyes longingly. You always look so heavenly he loved you so much. He does. He wants us to and he doesn’t want to make you guys so quickly. He wants to be able to look at you. He was available to be with you this last time. There isn’t any tomorrow, there isn’t any day after tomorrow. There just isn’t. He has to make this your last day on earth and his last day being able to look at you this way.

he doesn’t want you to leave. He doesn’t want to be the one to take you out of this world. He wants to be with you forever if he kills you, he loses everything. He loses himself. He loses his sanity. He loses you.

Wait, he has to remember that he’s doing this out of protection. Yeah… he’s doing this protection. He does not enjoy doing this to his peers. He does not enjoy any of this. He has to remind himself of that. He doesn’t like doing any of this, right?

… he isn’t crazy. He is fine. He isn’t crazy. He loves you more than you’ll ever know, right?

Does he love you?

Does he enjoy killing?

…No. He doesn’t enjoy it. He hates it. But that’s what truly makes him mad? he isn’t insane. No, no, no.

Oh, how dreadful he truly is. How mad he truly is. how disgusting he truly is. He’s nasty. He’s dirty.

Sal feels his mind start to spin. It got faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster and faster. he felt his hands get sweaty. He felt his head hurt. He felt his mouth become dry. He felt dizzy. He felt sick.

Is this what madness feels like?

Is this what the loss of sanity feels like?

No. Nononononononono. He isn’t mad. He isn’t insane. He is completely fine. If anything, he was smart. he was very smart for doing this. Now, he can protect you.

Or was he?

Sal started to grow pale in the face. He started to sweat in the face now. His eyes grew blurry his breathing quickened. No, he has to keep his cool, or else you’ll suspect something. He didn’t want you to suspect anything of him right now. He couldn’t. So he tried to hide the fact that he was losing his cool. His act is not working right now. He tried to intake, deep, steady breaths, but they all came out shaky and quivered.

“Sal? Are you okay..?—“

“Yes. I’m fine.” Fuck. For fucks sake he replied to your worry too quickly for your liking. His voice didn’t come out smoothly either. Instead of that, it came out as wavering and slightly cracked. “S-Sorry, I’m just thinking about…about…YOU!” He suddenly said loudly. “I-I mean…yeah, I was thinking about you…”

Despite him acting so strange you smiled at him. This does show that you never cared about the way he acted or the way he looked. That’s one of the reasons why he fell so hard for you. You didn’t pay attention to looks, you paid attention to character.

looks like it was collapsing around him. Your smile was driving him crazy. He won’t see your smile ever again. He won’t be able to see you happy like this ever again. No, he has to calm down. He’s getting so worked up. The dizziness, the heavy breathing, the headache, the sweating, the pain, the feeling of dread, the feeling of insanity— he couldn’t allow this to affect his plan. He planned that he’d get you to go to bed and then from there, he would kill you as swiftly as he could. you wouldn’t feel a thing due to you being asleep. His nails dug into the rips of his jeans. He tried to get all of this stuff, but he just couldn’t calm me down. He struggled against his mind, his self, his issues, his problems, his dread— he tried everything to get the stop! Why wouldn’t leave him alone? He didn’t want to end this way, he didn’t! Calm the fuck down!? why is he struggling this fucking bad? Why!?

NO! You looked over at him with much more worry this time. You had tried to call his name but he wouldn’t answer to you. Now, you done caught up to him. You caught up to the fact that he was acting strange by the second.

No…No. No. No. No. No. No. NO! This can’t be happening—he had everything under control! He planned this all out mentally with the last hits of sanity he had within him but why does it just crumble down into pieces? Why is it with you he feels up with so much anxiety like this? He already knows your fate but why is his plan faltering? WHY IS IT NOT GOING THE WAY HE WANTED IT TO GO!? He wanted to make sure that you don’t feel ANY pain! So—so why!? Why is he struggling so badly right now!? Why did you have to catch on!? Why didn’t he just slit your fucking throat right then and there as soon as you opened the door!? Why was he so desperate to see you? To see you one last time!? Why!? Oh fucking god—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!—

You let out a loud high-pitched scream of terror as Sal whipped out the knife that was snuggled in his back pocket and shot up right from his seat. Before you could try to run out of your seating he grabbed you in an iron grip and pulled you right back. You thrashed around helplessly as your free hand clamped around his wrist that held the knife. Sal’s eyes stared down into your fearful ones, his eyes blown out. You then forced the impact of your body into his own, making him release his grip on you as he fell backward onto his original spot in his chair. This also caused the plates of barely touched spaghetti to hit the floor and caused the plasters of the noodles and sauce and broken glass of the plates to fly down onto the floor. You ran right out of the dining room and into your bedroom, slamming the door shut loudly.

“SAL..! STOP IT! Tears streaming down your face were a painful reminder that the doors in this wretched place could only be locked from the outside, leaving you defenseless. With all your strength, you pushed against the door, using every ounce of your body weight to keep him out. It felt like a never-ending tug of war between you and Sal, as he relentlessly tried to force his way in while you fought to keep him at bay. The fear in your voice grew louder as you shouted, pleading for him to stop and wondering why he was behaving so aggressively. The door swung back and forth violently, causing your heart to race with each slam and open-close motion. Amidst the chaos, your eyes caught sight of a nearby chair, and you quickly grabbed it, dragging it towards the door. With trembling hands, you strategically placed the chair beneath the doorknob, creating an additional barrier to hinder Sal's entry. Watching the chair's presence, you hoped it would be enough to keep him out and provide you with a momentary sense of safety.

Should you jump out of the window? Hell no…it’s too far down you’ll die.

There were no good hiding spots in your room. Absolutely none. There was underneath your bed and the closet but both of them weren’t good enough…

Your ears caught a sound of scrapping and stabbing and you turned only to see that he was making fucking dents in your door. Your eyes widened in horror at the knife exiting in and out of your door as you saw pieces of wood fly out of the door. You rushed towards your closet and pushed it open, squeezing yourself in and shutting closed. Due to your closet doors having lenses, you had to squish yourself up against a corner and hide amongst the many clothes you had in there, trying to keep yourself unnoticeable as much as possible. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest due to its beating. You still couldn’t bring yourself to understand why Sal was doing something like this…why was he trying to kill you? Why? He was fine yesterday, and for the rest of the day, he was fine! But what could’ve possibly happened to make him act this way? You held a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

A feeling of dread washed over you as the sound of the door creaking open reached your ears. How did he manage to enter unnoticed? The chair you had placed as a barricade was right there, and yet he found a way in. Panic set in as you realized the vulnerability of your situation. The room was eerily quiet, even though it was evident that he had infiltrated your sanctuary. Fear gripped you, as you pondered the possibility that he was patiently waiting for any sign of movement to pounce on you from your hiding place. Uncertainty clouded your mind, leaving you clueless about the appropriate course of action. All you could do was maintain absolute silence, hoping that it would somehow protect you.

Please…any strong deity out there, please keep me safe. Please keep me out of the hands of this monster. Please, please…I beg of you. Please give me strength, please allow me to make it out of here alive and unharmed. Wrap your arms around me and shield me from the danger. Keep me safe. Please protect me with your shield and all of your strength. I beg of you, please just—….

In an instant, the words of your prayer ceased to resonate within your mind, leaving you stunned and speechless. Your eyes widened, capturing the terrifying scene before you. Waves of agony surged through your heart, causing it to beat rapidly against your chest. Fear consumed every fiber of your being, rendering you completely paralyzed and incapable of even the slightest movement or blink. As if in response to your terror, a sudden gust of wind swept across your face, sending a shiver down your spine. The frigid touch of the wind mingled with the dampness of tears staining your cheeks. With an unwavering gaze, you looked up at the figure that greeted you, only to realize that it was not the divine entity you had fervently prayed to for salvation. No, this was a monstrous being known as Sal Fisher.

At a speed faster than light, Sal aggressively seized a handful of your hair, causing you to emit a painful scream as he forcefully pulled you from your hiding spot in the corner of the closet. Your terrified cries echoed through the room as you struggled against his firm grasp. Despite your efforts to resist, he managed to get you on your feet as you continued to push back against him. "STOP! LET GO OF ME! LET ME GO!" you yelled out in desperation. Sal gazed down at you with one eye wide and fixed on you like a predator. The two of you collided with the walls, dresser, and mirror in the room as the intense struggle unfolded. With a menacing growl, Sal forcefully pushed you to the ground.

As tears streamed down your face and sobs escaped your throat, you found yourself engulfed in an overwhelming wave of despair. Sal, on the other hand, remained motionless, his gaze fixated upon you without uttering a single word. His presence seemed hauntingly still as he stood there, his eyes locked upon you, seemingly dissecting every emotion that poured out from within you. Despite the torrent of tears and the overwhelming anguish, your vision remained clear enough to perceive Sal's unwavering stare, which seemed to penetrate through the depths of your being.

Just as if he had been anticipating it, he positioned himself on top of you, causing you to struggle for breath as you desperately attempted to distance yourself from him. With a firm and forceful grip, he clutched onto your shoulders, his intense gaze fixated upon you. Tears streamed down your face as you gazed up at him, silently pleading for him to release you from his grasp and allow you to be.

“…You look pretty. Even when you're like this.” Sal said softly. His voice was still as sweet and gentle as ever. He raised a hand away from your shoulder and onto your wet cheek. His blue eyes stared down at you, looking at your teary-eyed ones. it was true you did look so pretty in this moment despite the fear written all over your delicate face the way your tears shined in the moonlight, making it visible the way your eyes were puffy and red, and the way you were practically tumbling underneath him. How could he not say that you looked so pretty?

“W-Why are you doing this…!? Sal, what has gotten into you..!?” You shouted in a panicked tone. Oh, how he wishes that he can give you a straight answer. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him either. It’s either he does or he just doesn’t want to tell you because he knows that it’ll break your heart if he did. But hasn’t he already done enough damage? What’s any different about it just by him telling you what has gotten into his mind? I guess you can’t say that he is terrified of telling you the truth despite the damage he has already done and is about to commit to doing.

“…All of them are dead.”

“W—What…?”

“You heard me, Y/n. All of the people inside this joint are dead. It’s just me and you.”

Sal saw how your face had gotten pale. If you weren’t scared shitless before now you are. Did your friend? Your boyfriend? Kill the residents inside of the Addison Apartments..? Did he do that…? But why? He couldn’t have possibly done something like that!

To be completely honest, you were completely oblivious to the situation at hand. The mysterious phenomenon of the Red Eyes spreading throughout the vicinity was entirely foreign to you. It was all because Sal deliberately kept you in the dark, ensuring that you remained ignorant about the eerie happenings. Once your relationship with Sal evolved beyond mere friendship, he took it upon himself to shield you from the sinister activities unfolding within the confines of the apartments. His main objective was to safeguard you from the unknown entities lurking behind the walls. Presently, he is actively engaged in fulfilling this duty of protecting you.

“No…”

“Yes.”

“No..! Sal, stop it. You’re scaring me!—“

“What don’t you fucking understand?” Sal sneered down at you. Were you stupid? Slow in the mind? What don’t you understand? He’s not doing this just for fun or out of pure malice—he’s doing this to protect you! You shouldn’t be scared of him, you should be afraid of the Red Eyes that are spreading across Nockfell. Not HIM. “I’m protecting you! I’m the one keeping you safe and this is how you repay me?”

“KEEPING ME SAFE FROM WHAT!?” You screamed in his face. You glared daggers at him. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO ATTACK ME! THE ONE WHO TRIED TO KILL ME! I'M MORE SCARED OF YOU THAN ANYTHING!” You cried out. Scared? Of him? You were fucking unbelievable.

“The Red Eyes, god damnit! I need to stop the goddamn spread! You're acting like I wanted to do this—I’m hurting too. I don’t want to do this, okay? You don’t realize how much resilience it took me to bring my ass over here to YOUR apartment door just to get you like this!” Sal’s voice bounced off the walls as the iron grip of his hands on your shoulders made its comeback once more. You winced as he continued to shout and screech in your face, claiming that you were the one who needed to understand this.

What the hell was he on about? His words seem to emanate from a disordered mind, for fucks sake! How he forcefully grasps you, bellowing in your presence, bears no resemblance to the composed and gentle Sal you have known throughout the years. Never before have you witnessed him raising his voice in such a manner, nor experienced his ironclad grip or witnessed him behaving in such a manner.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” You shouted suddenly before grabbing a fallen hard-cover book and swinging it at his face. The sudden collision to his face made Sal fall on the ground to your left, also relinquishing his grip on the knife he had. The knife clanked on the dresser and you stood up on your quivering legs. You snatched the closest thing that you could reach and that was a metal baseball bat. It belonged to your late grandfather back when he used to play baseball. You still remember the day you showed it to your friends including Sal. It was horrendous that soon this precious item would be used to defend yourself against someone that you love all so dearly.

Sal rose to his feet, his gaze widening upon witnessing your firm grip on that formidable baseball bat. Were you contemplating striking him on the head with it? Surely not... it is evident that you possess a prudent caution, rendering you unwilling to commit such a bold act. Sal’s eyes made contact with did silver gleam of the knife before taking a lunge to grab it at once.

In a swift motion, you tightly shut your eyes and raise your metallic weapon, forcefully bringing it down upon his head before he even has a chance to fully grip the rough handle of his knife. The impact is met with an excruciating screech of pain from Sal, one that is undeniably unbearable. As the blow connects, he can feel the warmth of his blood trickling down from his wounded head, slowly making its way down his face. This agonizing sensation only intensifies the already persistent headache that has plagued him ever since he arrived in this place. Despite the excruciating pain in his head, his hand wavered as he finally grasped the handle of the knife. You let out another war cry before swinging it towards his already deformed face. Why the fuck did you choose to strike him in that specific spot? Wouldn't it have been more suitable to deliver another blow to his head rather than subjecting him to further damage on his already severely injured face? Hell, I guess you didn’t care where you hit him in the first place. Sal's agonizing cries echoed through the air as the bat made contact with his body once more.

“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A MANAIC!” You shouted at him. Your voice boomed off the walls of your room. “YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE! YOU’VE GONE MAD COMPLETELY! THE OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” You belittled him in such a manner.

He was deeply appalled by your audacity to utter such words to him. It is unjustifiable for you to label him as mad, crazy, insane, or even a maniac. He is none of those things. On the contrary, it is you who displays signs of irrationality, madness, and insanity. It is utterly incomprehensible how you could treat him in such a manner, especially because all he was attempting to do was safeguard and protect you. Your behavior can only be described as ungrateful and despicable. It is important to note that following your hurtful remarks and attempts to belittle him, he underwent a sudden and drastic change in his mental state.

You were filled with a sense of dread as he suddenly pounced towards you, knocking you off your feet and onto the bed where you both landed. "YOU WILL NOT TREAT ME THIS WAY! I AM NOT INSANE!" He yelled in your face, his voice growing louder and more strained. Sal lifted the gleaming silver blade of the knife and held it menacingly over your stomach. Your eyes widened in terror and disbelief. "NOT YOU! NOT ASH! NOT TODD! NOT LARRY! NOT LISA! NOT MY FATHER! NO ONE!" The blade descended, piercing your stomach and causing you to emit a strangled scream as blood rose in your throat and spilled from your mouth. With a swift motion, Sal withdrew the knife from your abdomen only to stab you again, eliciting another cry of excruciating pain. He continued to stab you repeatedly, the sheets beneath you becoming soaked with blood as your weakened body struggled to fend off his relentless attacks. Your feeble hands pressed against his chest, a futile attempt to shield yourself from his merciless assault.

Sal was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on you as you gasped for air and struggled to catch your breath. Your hands were clenched into fists, covered in his blood-soaked shirt, as he leaned in closer towards you. He gazed at you for a brief moment, recognizing your presence. Sal slowly wrapped his arms around you protectively before planting a ginger kiss on your cold cheek. “I-I-I..can…t…breathe…—“ Those words left your mouth so weakly. Sal smiled down at you despite the pain in his face due to the metal bat’s impact.

Sal's words echoed in your ears, "I love you." The sheer shock of his confession caused your eyes to widen in disbelief. How could he possibly love you? Was this some kind of sick joke? The audacity of him to utter those three words to your face like it meant nothing. It became apparent that he truly didn't care about the consequences of his actions if there were any. It seemed that he took pleasure in observing you gasping for air, desperately trying to hold onto the fragments of your crumbling life.

“P…Please….d-don’t…s..say..you…love m…me.”

Sal’s eyes widened at your words. What do you mean? No, you weren’t supposed to say that. You were supposed to reply by telling him that you love him too… not that. You were never supposed to say that. No…How could you? How could you do this to him? In your last breaths, you’re just going to tell him that!? After he saved your fucking life you’re going to look him in his face and say something so heartless!?

“…You ungrateful bitch.” Sal glared down at you. “After I saved your damn life you’re going to say that to my face? I should’ve slit your throat right as soon as you opened your door, that’s what I should’ve done. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT UNGRATEFUL!” Sal screamed at you. He stared down at you as he panted heavily.

…

Sal’s eyes squinted as his brows furrowed slightly.

…

“Y/n?” He moved the fallen locks of your hair out of your face softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“…Did I…kill…” Sal’s eyes started to water in utter horror as he continued to stare down at your lifeless body. You were no longer warm—you were cold. “…Did I kill, Y/n…?” Sal whispered to himself. He shook your body softly, patting your cheek. Sal shoved his head into your neck before letting out a cracked scream of horror, his arms hugged you tightly. “NO! NONONONONO! IM SORRY! IM SORRY! OH FUCK IM SO SORRY, Y/N!” Sal let out an excruciating sob that was muffled, his shoulders shook as screams and sobs ran through his body. He took your life. He took you away. He took you away from your friends. He took you away from your family. He took you away. He took you away from this world.

He took you away from himself.

He was aware of your overwhelming fear and understood that his drastic appearance would only intensify it. The thought of encountering him in such a state terrified you to the core. All you yearned for was his return to a state of serenity and rationality. Deep down, you were well aware that he was not alright. Right from the beginning, you sensed that your boyfriend had lost himself, and this realization instilled fear not just for his well-being, but for your safety as well. Despite these fears, you decided to let him enter your home for one final conversation, knowing it could potentially be a risk.

Sal looked over at your window as he heard the sirens of police cars. He saw the flashing blue and red lights shine so brightly through your window. He turned back over to your lifeless body.

He knows that he definitely will not be getting a visitor in prison.

#sally face oneshots #sally face #sally face imagine #sally face drabbles #sal fisher #sally face angst #sal fisher x you #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #angst #hurt no comfort #tw death #sally face x y/n #sally face x you

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fallen-child-escapism · 10 months

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Clone high headcanons??

My brain is mush lets go!

Abe:Hes super fucking tall, like 6'4 at LEAST. hes bi- Listens to weezer religiously, got topher into it.Thanks to the lovely POBart I am a mullet Abe truther, he grows his hair out and ppl either love it or hate it lmao also hes transmasc. I make the rules. He's trans.

Joan: Above average height, but not super tall. she's like 5'6 or 5'7. Is constantly redoing her roots. Idk I dont really like joan all that much so I don't have many ideas 4 her

Cleo:5'5Lesbian-she struggled with hard core comphet and Frida is the first girl she's been able to actually have a meaningful relationship with, without forcing herself.Struggles with alot of self worth issues. She grew up valuing her body over her mind and it really fucked her up. She is pretty smart though.Likes Doja Cat, Lizzo,and Meghan thee stallion

Jfk:6'1Hes pretty openly pan in 2023, would only fool around with guys in 2002. Has Addison desease like irl jfk. He gets called Jack by ppl hes close with.

Harriet:I have mixed feelings abt Harriet tbh, like I WANT to love her but she pissed me off in show a couple times. Unpopular opinion, I actually don't mind any of the new clones designs. She dyes her hair ALOT, loves bright colors. She feels pretty uncomfortable with having to live up to her clone mother. She loves art and acting and feels like she's letting people down because of it.Shes straight or maybe bi, she doesn't really know.

Frida: Short lady!! 5'1 Irl frida was bi but she doesn't really care for guys. she's a lesbian. Always has a sketch book with her:) Thinks cleo is just so cool and really respects all her interests. She even lets her do her makeup. Loves her tall gf

Confucius:Mommy issues fr. Hes like 6'2. Really loves all kinds of fashion. Has a raccoon tail in his hair. Blue+Black mullet cus he's silly. Chronically online. Tries to be an influencer but is kinda bad at it lolIs. besties with jfk

Topher:4'9 at MOST. hes so short Hes ALSO transmasc. and gay. Hes got a bit of internalized trans and homophobia. (sorry transfem topher lovers)Has a couple prominent white hairs. His hair is THICK and curly. He kinda hates it until his friends( mainly abe) make him feel more content with it. Hes a brony lol. Listens to weezer unironicly cus of Abe. He also loves hyperpop and Weird Al. Caitlyn actually adopted him, and really sees him as her son.

fucking HATES being called Chris or Christopher.also he has pretty bad hygiene other than leaning over the tub to wash his hair every other day.

#clone high #clone high season two #clone high season 2 #clone high abe #clone high confucius #clone high reboot #clone high joan #clone high jfk #clone high frida #clone high cleo #clone high harriet #topher bus #confucius #Joan of arc

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 months

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Our Little Secret

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Jess Goodwin-Presley, Jerry Schilling, Marci Cunningham, Charlie Hodge, Red West

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 5012

Summary: Some things are to be kept between man and wife.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Mother Daughter Arguing, Tension, Stress, Mentions of the Colonel, Weddings, Secret Weddings, Las Vegas, In my mind they become a proper lil family unit and lisa moves back to Memphis.

Notes: Since most of our Elvis and Addie fics are heart wrenching here’s some good old fluff.

ELVIS MASTERLIST // ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST

‘Okay, so no flowers,’ Addison sighed hoping that this decree would be enough to end their argument as she finally reached the end of her tether.

‘You can’t get married without flowers!’ Marci protested, her eyes wide at the mere suggestion of such a thing. Addison sighed trying to push the irritation her friend's aghast expression caused from her body. She didn't mean to be annoyed at her, it wasn't her fault that her florist had cancelled less than a week away from the big day offering no more than an excuse about a supply issue and the numbers to some other vendors in Memphis who might be able to help, and yet she couldn't help but feel annoyed because even though it was disappointing for her it didn't matter.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry Elvis, they’d been engaged since the minute they’d gotten back together nearly a year ago, it was that she just didn’t see the need for all the fuss. Like with everything he wanted to go all out and show them off to the world and whilst she understood his reasons it hadn’t been easy. Since leaving the Colonel he’d been busy and though that wasn't irregular for him this time it was different because he was actually enjoying it for once. He loved the work he was doing now and the opportunities not being tied to the old toad came with which is why she'd encouraged him to do whatever he wanted but that had meant the wedding planning had fallen in her lap, well, hers and Marci’s hence why the no flowers debacle had turned into a half-hour debate as they’d waited around to go down to the show.

‘She’s right Mom,’ Jess concurred making her mother's glare fall on her as though she was being betrayed. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised considering Jess had become quite the little advocate for this wedding whenever Elvis wasn’t around. She knew it was because it meant so much to him but still, if she had to listen to one more conversation about flowers or dresses or cakes she felt as though she may scream.

‘Well, what am I supposed to do? They can’t magic a crop of flowers where there are none,’ Addison said.

‘Well maybe we just pick something else? Could they do that?’ Jess reasoned.

‘It took Mar two weeks to pick them out for me,’ Addison reasoned.

‘No, no, Jessie’s right!’ Marci agreed, ‘have they got others?’

‘I assume so what with it being a florist and all,’ Addison said sarcastically though neither of them seemed to be paying attention as they conjured up a solution.

‘How about chrysanthemums?’ Jess asked watching her aunt who frowned.

‘No they won’t match,’ Marci said.

‘Yeah you’re right I forgot the dresses are purple,’ Jess agreed.

‘How do you even know what a chrysanthemum is?’ Addison asked.

‘We learned about them in school,’ Jess shrugged, ‘what about lilies?’

‘They’ll stain,’ Marci said, ‘what about those white roses we said originally?’

‘Maybe some freesias?’ Jess added.

‘Ooh yeah, that’s pretty!’ Marci said as the pair of them looked towards the bride, Addison shrugged, ‘if you can sort it be my guest.’

‘I’ll do it right now,’ Marci said with a self-satisfied smirk before she headed to the phone.

As she disappeared into the other room a glare that resembled Addison’s fell across Jess's pretty face making her mother frown as she said, ‘what?’

‘You could act more appreciative y’know,’ Jess said.

‘Mar knows I appreciate her,’ Addison replied, Jess sighed.

‘I’m just saying it’s like you don’t even wanna get married sometimes,’ Jess replied as she dropped her gaze to her lap twirling a piece of fringe from her shirt around her finger. Addison frowned, wondering to herself if that was really how she sounded.

‘Jess,’ Addison sighed but before she could protest and inform her daughter that weddings and marriages didn’t conflate she heard her name yelled across the suite.

As she stood up Jess sighed and rose too heading to where her aunt was still on the phone. Addison watched her go with a heavy heart before she headed to where her name was called again. When she got there she found Lisa standing by the door of her room partially dressed for the night.

‘What’s the matter, sweetie?’ Addison asked as a pout fell on the blonde’s face.

‘I can’t find my shoe,’ she said offering up the other one as some sort of proof its twin was in fact missing.

‘Well it’s gotta be somewhere,’ Addison said though they’d spent a lot of this year living out of suitcases Addison wasn’t surprised something was missing. After a quick sweep of the room she found it and though she knew she probably shouldn’t she didn’t protest when Lisa offered her father’s puppy dog eyes and asked her to help her put them on.

When they re-emerged the suite was full, evidently the meeting Elvis had been in was now over given that most of the boys were in the suite their wives in tow. Not that it mattered because as Addison appeared into the entryway, Lisa’s little hand clasped in hers, whatever attention Elvis had been paying to his friends was gone.

‘Hey,’ he said, a beaming smile on his face as he approached his girls. Addison returned it, whatever upset she’d been feeling at Jess’ guilt-tripping ebbing away at his twinkling smile.

‘Hi,’ she replied as he pulled her close pressing a quick kiss on her lips which made her smile widen.

‘You look stunning,’ Elvis murmured.

‘You don’t look so bad yourself,’ Addison giggled, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. He was dressed for the show, swathed in a white jumpsuit that made his eyes sparkle and his summer tan look richer.

‘Yeah well-‘ Elvis started though before he could continue he felt a small hand push on his thigh forcing them to part and when he looked down he found his daughter watching them with a pout as she said, ‘what about me?’

‘Well you always look pretty buttonhead,’ he said moving to hoist her up onto his hip, forgetting as he always did she was getting a tad too old for it though it was brought to his and Addison’s attention as an uncomfortable grunt escaped his lips.

‘Jessie helped me pick out my dress,’ she said showing him the red summer sun dress she was sporting.

‘Well it’s very nice,’ Elvis said, kissing her cheek before he said, ‘speaking of where is Jess?’

‘She’s with Mar,’ Addison said a hint of a sigh in her voice her soon-to-be husband didn’t fail to miss. And as he watched her quickly divert off the topic hoisting Lisa down onto the ground so they could get ready to head downstairs he felt the idea something was amiss cement inside him.

He let her pull away from him, pretending he wasn’t watching her as she plastered a smile on her face as she greeted their friends, but when they were called to head downstairs he lingered by the door, catching her by the arm as she walked past him pulling her from the flow of the crowd.

‘Uh, boss?’ Charlie said as the dregs of people made their way out of the suite leaving just Elvis and Addison behind, a confused look on her face as Elvis replied, ‘just give us a minute.’

‘Sure,’ Charlie said eying them for a second before he obediently closed the door leaving them in the empty suite.

‘Everything okay?’ Addison asked with a frown as watched her waiting for her to lay on him whatever it was that was bugging her.

‘I was just gonna ask the same thing,’ Elvis said making her sigh, ‘you okay?’

‘Fine,’ she lied.

‘But?’ he said reaching out to wrap his arms around her so that she was engulfed in him, her only option to peer up into those adoring blue eyes. She paused, her fingers intent on playing with the blue threading on the peacock jumpsuit he was sporting until finally, she muttered, ‘remind me why you want a big wedding again?’

‘Ah,’ Elvis frowned, ‘more problems?’

‘The florist cancelled. I tried fixing it but it’s just a bit chaotic. I mean it’s a week away and I’m trying to arrange things when we’re thousands of miles away y’know?’ she said, her words causing nerves to flutter through him.

‘You’re having second thoughts?’ Elvis asked with a frown.

‘No! Of course not, not at all!’ she sighed as her arms slid up to wrap around his neck, ‘it’s just all of this stuff I don’t care about…the flowers and cakes and everything. I know you probably feel like I don’t wanna.’

‘I don’t think that,’ Elvis said earnestly. Honestly considering she’d been anti-fuss since he’d known her he hadn’t expected any different, he’d just been happy she’d been willing to put up with his longing to have a big wedding.

He knew it was silly. His last wedding had been a big one and yet they’d had no control over any of it, opting to have their own ceremony at the house just a few weeks later but this time he wanted big. He wanted everything to be what they wanted, not what the colonel had arranged. He wanted to show her off to the world, to prove that after all that heartache and pain he’d finally got his girl. He’d finally got to put that ring on her hand in front of his friends and family the way he’d intended it to be when they were just kids. And fortunately, she’d been happy to let him. And though they weren’t yet married he knew her better than anyone. He knew that if something had gone wrong she would’ve fixed it or let it go so whatever had got her in a funk must’ve run deeper, a notion that was confirmed as she murmured, ‘your daughter does.’

‘Ah,’ he murmured, running a hand down her cheek, ‘you guys are fighting.’

‘Not fighting it’s just that she thinks me not wanting a big wedding means that I don’t love you which isn’t true.’

‘Baby I know that,’ Elvis chuckled seeing the worry in her eyes dim at his laughter, ‘Jess knows that too she’s just looking out for us that’s all. I mean us getting married probably means as much to her as it does to us.’

‘I know,’ Addison agreed, ‘and I’m sorry, I know you’re too busy for all this.’

‘I’m not too busy,’ Elvis corrected as his thumb caressed her cheek.

‘El this is your busiest year yet what with the Colonel and everything,’ she argued.

‘Ads I’m not too busy for us,’ Elvis reiterated, ‘if you need help I can help. Just tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done okay? Heck if you want to pick a florist here in Vegas I’ll have someone drive the damn flowers home.’

‘You’re sweet you know that,’ she giggled.

‘That’s me, sweet as pie,’ he smiled unable to stop himself now that he could see she’d relaxed. She smiled back at him before pulling away evidently realising that time was ticking on and that he was due to be on stage any minute. He grumbled as she walked away, allowing him to pull her by the hand through the door though as they headed towards the elevator.

Red was the only one in the hallway, most of the party having already headed to respective destinations, but even so Elvis slowed, not quite ready to leave her side just yet. She glanced at him curiously but said nothing allowing him to follow her onto the elevator wordlessly and they rode in silence down to the main floor which was only broken as Jerry appeared, ready and waiting to escort Addison to the showroom floor where Marci and his daughters would be waiting for her. Yet as she went to leave the elevator he stopped her, pulling her into him as he said, ‘what no good luck kiss?’

‘You don’t need luck,’ she said rolling her eyes but leaning up to kiss him all the same as his arms wrapped around her. Even though he loved having her in the crowd watching at that moment he didn’t want to let her go. She noticed his apprehension, her brows knitting together as she asked, ‘what?’

‘Thank you,’ he said simply.

‘What for?’ she asked confused.

‘Everything, because been though I know this isn’t your ‘thing’,’ he said smirking as she rolled her eyes, ‘you’ve been amazing.’

‘Well thank you,’ she smiled though her face became curious as she fiddled with his collar and asked, ‘remind me why it’s your thing again?’

‘Addie I planned to marry you two weeks after we got together. I guess we’ve waited so long when I finally do get you down that aisle I want it to be special. I wanna show you, us, off,’ he said honestly.

‘You big softy! Though you’re sure I can’t tempt you into a registry office? I mean we are in Vegas,’ she said quirking her eyebrow suggestively.

‘Nice try,’ he chuckled.

‘Uh boss?’ Red said, grabbing his attention. Elvis glanced back noting the serious look on his friend's face that suggested he didn’t have time to be dawdling. Addison seemed to notice it too and leaned up to kiss him quickly, muttering, ‘have a good show. I’ll see you when you get off stage?’

‘See you later honey,’ he said, allowing her to leave his arms and head towards where Jerry was waiting for her. Though as they disappeared out of the heavy metal doors leading to the foyer of the hotel Elvis paused.

‘Everything okay man?’ Red asked noting how his friend hadn’t yet moved to head to the stage.

‘Yeah,’ Elvis said before he added, ‘actually can you help me?’

✵✵✵

Mid-show Red had informed Addison that Elvis had been called away to socialise with a friend of the owner and instead of having Lisa fight to stay awake backstage she’d decided she may as well take the girls upstairs. Whilst Jess disappeared to her room, evidently still in a rut with her mother over their crossed word, Lisa ran to the couch, not content with going to bed without at least saying goodnight to her daddy. Though unfortunately for Elvis any fight his littlest had seemed to ebb the moment they got situated on the couch ready to watch some TV and after half an hour Addison found Lisa cuddled up into her side, flat out. Addison sighed, knowing that tomorrow morning she’d no doubt get an earful off of the six-year-old about putting her to bed before she was ready but nevertheless, she scooped her up and headed down the hall with her in her arms so she could put her to bed. It didn’t take long to get her tucked up in bed, her sleepy eyes opening just a little as she was jostled into a pair of pyjamas, and before long Addison was creeping out of the girl’s room, shutting the door as quietly as she could as to not disturb her. Though as she turned around any chance at being quiet disappeared as she let out a gasp when she found Jess standing behind her.

‘Jesus,’ Addison chuckled quietly, ‘you scared the crap outta me.’

‘Sorry just using the bathroom,’ Jess mumbled before she padded across the hall to her room. Addison sighed and though it seemed whatever spat they were having wasn’t going to be dealt with tonight she decided to at least show her daughter she was ready for a ceasefire whenever that may come about as she said, ‘Goodnight Jessie.’

‘Night mom,’ Jess said pausing in her doorway as her mother watched her. Finally, she looked at her and said, ‘tell dad I said goodnight?’

‘Of course,’ Addison said feeling that this was her daughter dipping her toe in the water something that was proved true as she didn’t head inside and stayed half in the doorway before turning back and saying, ‘Mom?’

‘Yeah, sweetheart?’ Addison said turning to look at her daughter since she had made it look as though she had been heading to leave, allowing Jess not to feel pressured into whatever she wanted to say next.

‘I’m sorry about before,’ Jess said, ‘what I said about the wedding I know you want to marry him.’

‘More than anything,’ Addison said, closing the distance and hugging her daughter before pulling back and placing her hands on the sides of her face. She was the same height as her now, almost a woman, and yet to Addison she still felt like that baby girl she’d held in her arms.

‘I didn’t mean to be rude,’ Jess said guiltily.

‘You weren’t and I know how I must seem like I don’t care about it but you that’s not true. I wanna get married, I’d have married him the day he asked, and if uprooting our entire lives didn’t prove that I don’t know what will,’ Addison smiled, gliding her thumb across her daughter’s cheek, ‘it's just busy that’s all. Your dad’s working harder than ever, we’ve got to arrange a world tour, your school, seeing Lisa the last thing I care about is what colour flowers we have on our wedding day.’

‘So why don’t me and Mar worry about it?’ Jess asked.

‘Jessie,’ Addison giggled, pulling back from her just a touch.

‘Seriously I mean it. Why don’t me and Mar head home for the week? We can arrange everything and all you’ll have to do is show up,’ Jess said excitedly. Addison couldn’t help but smile as her husband-to-be’s words echoed in her head. He was right, this wedding probably meant more to her than anyone.

‘How about we talk about it tomorrow?’ Addison chuckled.

‘Okay,’ Jess said, her sour mood evidently having evaporated with the prospect of wedding planning, ‘night mom.’

‘Night honey,’ she said allowing her to leave her grasp and head into her hotel room.

After that Addison decided to head back to her own room with the idea of getting into bed ready for when Elvis was relinquished from schmoozing whoever it was he’d been obligated to stay downstairs for though she was no sooner over the threshold of their room before she felt a pair of hands nip at her waist startling her for a second time. When she turned around he was watching her with joy and though he allowed her to swat his chest he didn’t wait long before he pulled her to him leaning down to give her a kiss.

‘Hi,’ he said as they broke apart, noting that his teasing was long forgotten given the smile on her face.

‘Hi,’ she said moving back so she could look at him. He’d changed into his ‘normal’ clothes though normal for him still meant a rich blue suit and shirt buttoned so low it made Addison’s mouth go dry. Not that she let it deter her for long as she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, ‘so, good show?’

‘Always a good show with you guys watchin’,’ Elvis said with a smile, ‘did you like it?’

‘Always do,’ she mused.

‘And here I thought Jer was bein’ stingy with compliments when he said it was ‘great,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘Well how about I give you a proper review,’ she said, trailing her fingers up the bare skin on his chest though she was stopped as he grabbed her by the wrist and replied, ‘maybe later.’

‘Oh,’ she said though before she could question his reluctance he announced, ‘I wanna go out.’

‘What?’ she asked.

‘What do you say? I mean the nights still young, the girls are asleep, why not?’ Elvis said.

‘I don’t really feel like going to a casino or anything,’ Addison said. In fact she didn’t want to do anything besides what she’d just suggested, their ludicrously large bed mere feet away beckoning them to it.

‘I don’t mean a casino,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes, ‘I mean just us. Like the old days.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Addison asked even more confused with his explanation.

‘Us two. Ridin’ around Memphis in my car,’ he said simply.

‘Really?’ she asked.

‘You wanna go? Could be a nice lil stress reliever,’ he said, letting her go but not enough that he couldn’t hold her by the hand pulling her down towards the elevator.

‘It thought we had a stress reliever,’ Addison quipped.

‘Ads,’ he said with enough seriousness in his tone Addison could see that this wasn’t some off-the-cuff idea.

‘Okay,’ she said, ‘but you’re driving.’

‘Deal.’

Though she had been sceptical at first their little trip out around the city didn’t turn out to be all that bad. Of course she couldn’t say whether spending the night not leaving their bed would’ve been better but this was nice all the same. Given that Elvis had arranged for them to have a car that wasn’t one of theirs waiting they were virtually nameless as they tore out onto the streets of Las Vegas something Addison found wasn’t all that bad. She had loved this last year with him but like with the wedding it wasn’t always easy. She couldn’t just go to the store anymore. She couldn’t walk across the street without being looked at or sometimes approached. She barely got a minute alone without someone needing him for something. And though she understood she couldn’t help but savour those moments when it was just the two of them. Like those early days when he was stepping into her world rather than her stepping into his.

And yet it didn’t feel as though they were in anyone's world anymore, it felt more as though they were in the past, riding around Memphis alone like they used to do when they were desperate to get away from everyone but each other. She was sitting beside him, her head on his shoulder as he drove around town, the only noise the murmur of the radio and their steady breathing given that the pair of them seemed to feel the same urge to forgo conversation and just be. Yet she felt him glance down at her, his hand moving to her cotton-covered thigh as he murmured, ‘wanna go for burgers or something?’

‘Sure,’ she said placing her hand on his as she closed her eyes, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. She kept them closed as he drove, only opening them as she felt him turn his indicator on and the distinct thud of the car passing from the road into a parking lot.

It was dark now and though they were in the parking lot of somewhere she was sure it wasn’t a burger joint and so she said, ‘Elvis?'

Though she uttered no more than his name her questions were obvious and yet he didn’t answer her, instead he carried on heading into a parking space as she craned her neck so she could see the establishment they were at which she was right wasn’t a diner but a chapel.

‘Elvis this isn’t a diner,’ she said confused as to why he wasn't replying at the simple error though her thoughts became less jumbled as he put the car in park and turned towards her watching her with a cocky grin on his face.

‘What are you doing?’ was all she could ask.

‘Giving you what you want,’ Elvis shrugged as though it was obvious.

‘Elvis I don’t understand,’ she said, trying to ignore the thudding in her heart as he watched her.

‘You wanted simple and well this is as simple as you can get,’ he said watching as she tried to process everything.

‘But the wedding I mean you wanted the big wedding and we've been planning-‘

‘I know I know,’ he chuckled, ‘and believe me, I intend to do that weddin’ too but I figured you’ve spent near on a year humouring me and my ideas I figured why not do the same for you.’

‘Elvis,’ she said trying to ignore the lump in her throat as happy tears threatened to spill over.

‘Hell woman you ain’t gon’ cry on me are ya? I thought this is what you’d want,’ Elvis said as worry crept in. When she’d suggested it early that night he hadn’t expected such a tiny seed to take root inside his brain but by the time he’d gotten to the stage it was all he could think about. He still wanted his big wedding – the one to show her off to the world but he could give her what she wanted too. Something small something intimate, something just for them. Addison shook her head, ‘it is! I just can’t believe you’d do this for me.’

‘I’d do anything for you,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘Addie over the last year you’ve uprooted your entire life. You’ve planned a wedding, looked after our daughters while I worked and made sure that work didn’t kill me in the process. If I can give you a simple wedding that’s what I’m gonna do.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, ‘not just for this but this past year too. I know it took us a while but I’m glad we waited for everything that we have now.’

‘Me too,’ Elvis said with a smile.

‘I love you,’ Addison said.

‘I love you baby. Now c’mon,’ he said opening the door and holding out his hand for her to take, ‘let’s get us married.’

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‘I’m hungry,’ Addison said as she felt her stomach gurgle, trying to recall the last thing she’d eaten. It must’ve been at least five hours ago if not more but even so her body's call for nourishment was struggling to override her longing not to move from where she was nestled beside her new husband.

‘Wore ya out huh?’ Elvis said, his nimble fingers tickling along her side as she rolled onto her front so that she could see him.

‘Funny,’ she said rolling her eyes.

‘Room service?’ he suggested, enjoying the way his heart fluttered when she smiled at him.

‘Sounds good,’ she said though she sighed when he made no effort to move from the bed, ‘and here I was thinkin’ that you’d be a good husband once we were married.’

‘I just wanted to enjoy the view,’ Elvis smirked as she climbed out of bed in search of a menu, ‘oh and get the champagne!’

As she disappeared into the living room, he flopped back, running his fingers through his hair as he lay there.

Married. Elvis Presley was married, again. And not a soul knew. Well besides him, his wife and the sworn-to secrecy chapel staff but who was counting? He couldn’t believe that after sixteen years of waiting he’d married the love of his life, she was his. After all the torment and heartbreak they were together for what he was determined to be forever because there were no doubts here. There was no fretting or worrying about what lay ahead because with her it felt right, like it always had. That had been the main reason he’d wanted a big wedding in the first place, to finally show everyone that whatever had happened in the past didn’t mean anything because they had their future.

A future he couldn’t wait to begin no more so than when she reappeared, now clad in a nightdress much to his disappointment, clambering onto the bed, champagne bottle and room service menu in hand, as she sat beside him. Though he already knew what he wanted from room service he pretended to peruse the menu she handed him though only for a minute as his attention was diverted to her as she glugged down a mouthful of champagne offering him the bottle a moment later.

He pushed himself to sit up, taking a swig before handing the bottle back to her, watching her closely.

‘What?’ she asked feeling his eyes on her face.

‘Nuthin’,’ he smiled, ‘I’m so glad we did this.’

‘Me too,’ she smiled though it dimmed as she added, ‘though Jess is going to be furious. Mar too.’

‘Maybe we don’t tell them just yet?’ Elvis suggested and though it didn’t seem all that fair it was probably the best option given how upset he knew both the girls would be let alone Marci. Addison pondered that for a moment, gnawing on her lip nervously before she said, ‘maybe we don’t tell anyone.’

‘Huh?’ Elvis replied.

‘I mean maybe this wedding can just be for us? Our little secret,’ she suggested. She knew it was silly to ask for more after all he’d already given her today and yet she couldn’t help but want it. To have something that was just theirs. So that in years to come when people talked about the Presley wedding; about the food, or the venue or the god-forsaken flowers they’d be talking about something else entirely and they'd never know. They’d never know that when they spoke of the luxurious designer wedding dress she wore Addison was thinking about an old summer dress she’d bought many moons ago when she, Jess and Marci had taken a vacation to the beach. They’d never know that when they raved about how good the sit down dinner they’d had was Addison would agree recalling a midnight snack of burgers and pancakes picked off a room service menu and washed down with champagne. They’d never know that the first dance they gushed about, the pair of them dancing elegantly across the back lawn, wasn’t the first dance Addison recalled instead thinking of the pair of them laughing and giggling in an uncoordinated tangle above the city of Las Vegas. No, all those things would just be for them and fortunately, Elvis seemed to be on the same wavelength as he said, ‘yeah, maybe you’re right.’

‘Our little secret,’ she said.

‘Our little secret,’ he nodded leaning in so that he was barely an inch from her face, his thumb and forefinger pinching her chin to keep her in place as he said, ‘are you happy Mrs Presley?’

‘Happier than ever.’

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Hiii hello bites you bites you bites you. What are your personal headcanons on spamton?

OUGHHH is bitten is bitten is bitten

they change up so often I see someone's cool headcanon and i just incorporate that into my world view - yoink

UH OK (this got a little long sorry) but here's some of em

Puttin' it under Cut Lol

He was always kinda an asshole! - It was more endearing when he was younger/an Addison but he's always had a big head. Posturing to hide insecurity, fake it till you make it kinda deal. And then he just never stopped.

Like imagine ur lil buddy who always says he's hot shit (but needs u to pay for his drinks and still gets carded cus hes short) suddenly had unlimited money and no one to check his ego. Thus Spamton was born.

Underbite! - I've seen this a lot recently, I feel like but! I love the idea of him having an underbite. Like it was more subtle as an Addison and being Puppetfied just exaggerated a looot of stuff he didn't like about himself.

[Pardon our Interruption]'s have always been a thing - as a Spam Email Addison he had to find certain workarounds to ad blockers and spam blockers. The brackets were supposed to be a Feature that he could use at will, but they kind of never gave him an off button.

The Voice would help him turn [interruptions] into the right words/full fledged ads, when not inflating his clicks. The more scrambled and Puppitfied he got, the worse the [brackets] got as well.

They get worse when he's more upset.

I kinda see them as word association, if that makes sense? He's trying hard to say what he Actually Means but he's so scrambled that he's just got to go for 'good enough/close enough'. I actually find his way of speaking really hard to imitate 1:1 to how he is in-game so . This is how i do it lol.

Cat affinity - he will lie up and down that he hates cats that he does not like pets does not want a pet but he has fed alley Tasques since he was an Addison, even during his Big Shot days, and there are a few around the Trash Zone that are sort of buddies with him.

He was supposed to be a Red Addison - This i flip-flop on a lot. Sometimes i HC him as a plain white addison (cus email) and sometimes i HC that he is defective. I also think it would be funny if he was supposed to be red and because that's a close color to Pink that's why he and Pink Addison don't get along lmao.

Stimming - He clicks his teeth (bad. dont do that, bad for your teeth) and hums and whistles a lot when alone. The teeth clacking can be kind of disturbing if you round a corner and see some guy in an alley unhinging and rehinging his jaw to get Big Noises.

Free time - he uh. he doesn't do a lot, when business is slow/hes too tired or weak to try and sell his junk. He mostly sits in his shop and daydreams or relives old memories from being a bigshot.

Horrible posture - guy has. oh god this guy. his back. oh god. someone put him in a panini press cus he needs that shit fixed. downside of being able to sleep anywhere is what it does to your damn spine.

Puppitfication - This one is one of my favorites. I don't have strong feelings about Acid Bath theory, for me it's kinda meh. I think he's always been short/compact, and I think turning into a puppet took a looong time, was painful, and he ignored it. The more he prayed the worse he got. Think like, peeling skin/Addison fur off. Teeth getting too big/not being able to drop the smile. Losing control of your limbs and voice, suddenly seeing the [strings] and looking up to see the [cross you bare].

He has lips! - Sorta. I have him operating on cartoon logic. If he needs lips for the situation/it would be funny, it happens. My in-universe excuse for it is just magic - monster's are made of magic and the lips just Happen when he needs them. Usually it's a big emotion (big comical frown) or something he has to do on purpose.

Ball Jointed Doll - pretty common. BJD body, save for stomach which I think is a canvasy/maybe rubbery texture.

He is fat - he is old he is fat he has a gut I will not back down on this.

Greying hair - he got his hair dyed during BS era and now he keeps it black any way he can. Motor oil. Grease.

He stinks - dude smells like ass. Dude smells like hot garbage and bad body spray. you drop him in a lake and it turns grey and all the fish float up with little x's on their eyes.

Heart on a Spring - this one I'm not too solid on. I think all Addisons have spring loaded hearts! I can never decide if [Heartonachain] happens because of Neo or if it's pre-corrupted/already corrupted/like that. But he has a little compartment on his chest that can open and his heart (Soul) can pop out. It has a mind of it's own/it's his Soul so it kinda just does what it (he) wants. Has a lil face on it cus thatss cute.

All Addisons have this (face, acting on its own) - it's the last physical barrier around their actual Soul other than their body.

I hc darkners are a lot more... physical than Light World Monsters. A combo of being representations of actual objects.. Idk if they Dust or not. I feel like they leave empty shells behind...

Mike was just some guy - just some guy. Probably like, one of the producers he worked with for photo shoots and commercials. Friends with Spam, but not a Big Bad. I think Tenna's the Big Bad/next secret boss.

Wants to be [Heaven's] realest boy - while he idealizes Lightners as Angels and all, he still thinks he's better than them. This guy is made up of contradictions! He worships [angels] but as we have seen will not hesitate to try to kill one if it means HE gets to go to [Heaven]. He deserves it after all! [let him in] [let him in] [let him in] [let him in]

Also - I think he wouldn't stop once he got to the Light world. Whether he wants to go to the Real World or not is up to interpretation, but he would probably keep seeking More More More when it turns out the Lightworld's just like, another Place. Bigger. Realer.With a lot more Freedom, but it's still just... Life.

I don't think he really knows what he wants what heaven really is. He just wants to be happy and free. [Freedom] is p a pretty nebulous goal./want. I think he'd have to come to terms eventually with the fact that nothing's ever gonna be paradise. He's still gonna have the boring parts of life to deal with.

Trans - idc which way. Masc fem nonbinary no gender left beef this puppet can fit SO much trans into him. He lost his gender during the [ascension].

also getting Neo body for him is sort of gender euphoria for him I think. At last he's Big, he's (he thinks for a second) finally got a body that lets him be Free. One he has control over. man. Toby why did you make the awful puppet a trans allegory.

I have a million more but i cant think of them atm/write them clearly and this is long enough lmao <3

#i have lots of hcs i cannot share cus they would spoil shit for TA #dying tto talk about it frothing at the mouth biting the bars of my encosure augh #bleedingbonemarrow #ask #txt #headcanons #spamton #THIS GOT LONG SORRY UTBUT THANK U FOR THE ASK AUGH

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