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Sally Fisher - Blog Posts
im pretty the sally face creator made sally and larry step-brothers only to avoid the yaoification of those children.
Part-time ghost huntas, full-time rocka boys 👻🎸
Every time someone draws curly and sally face interacting an angel gets its wings 💀
~Sally, Larry and Travis doodles:3~
Love these sillies sm (I really hope you can read my handwriting 💀🫡)
Reblogs are appreciated<33
~~Close-ups :D~~
Sally Faceee🎸😭
Okay I admit that I tried to draw Sally, maybe I have a difficulty (this was by far my best drawing) I'm really better at drawing on paper! I wanted to transfer it to digital but bleh I DRAW ON MY FINGER😭 #CHEGAMOSTABLEDIGITAL
Okay, it's an improvement, I'm just bad lol
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✄ Summary: Sal is in desperate need of a haircut, entrusting his locks into your amateur hands despite you butchering a client earlier that week.
✄ Total Post Word Count: 1.2k ✄ Writing Word Count: 1k
✄ Pairing: Sal Fisher & Aspiring Hairdresser!Reader (GN) (Romantic/Platonic, fully up to interpretation) ✄ Reader: You work at the local salon, you & Sal are both about 16-17, several incidents of you cutting your own hair in the bathroom as a kid (I think a lot of us did that though)
✄ Song Suggestion: The Calm - Steve Gabry (Feel free to loop, just ambiance)
✄ Requests or questions about my writing process, formatting/graphics, & anything else are more than welcome <3
✄ A/N: This was inspired by someone's headcanons I saw about Sal cutting his own hair, but now I can't find it anywhere. If that was you, don't be shy, reveal yourself :] Also this is my first jab of writing Sal (or Larry & Ash, though brief), hopefully I proof-read and edited this enough on my own for it to be good
Some Disclaimers: Do not ever use my stuff for AI, or any sort of data set.
Another snowy, winter evening in Nockfell, Minnesota slips by, spent sat next to a stretched out Sal. Your eyes skim the textbook balanced in his lap, physics, it's like another language to you. Slowly he turns the page, immersed in the texts and diagrams printed neatly inside.
Softly, you interrupt his focus, "do you think they'll ever stop arguing?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, his head raises, "Hm? What's happening?"
"Listen." You nod, smiling as you look over to Larry and Ash, a thick black bun piled on top of his head and her reddish-brown hair draped over her shoulders.
"-but charcoal is so much more fun." Ashley grumps, a thin vine-like stick you bought for her birthday clasped in her fingers.
Friendly, Larry quips back, "I'm telling you, graphite is much easier to control, charcoal gets everywhere!" His gestures mimic an explosion, a pencil caught in his hand.
Nearly silent, Sal's raspy voice whispers back, "I see what you mean now."
Shifting, you duck your head closer to his ear, "they've been at it for at least an hour now."
Quiet, he mutters, "They like art a lot more than I do."
You pick at the stray threads wisping from the hole in your jeans, "True, you're much more of a mathematician than the rest of us," you concede, tapping the thick textbook in his lap, "…besides Todd."
"How is that physics class going?" you ask, watching his head move away from your gaze, looking instead to the CD player. Sanity Falls quietly seeps from it- well, as quiet as Sanity Falls can be.
A soft sigh collides against his prosthetic, "It's good, just time consuming," he slumps further into the bean bag, "how's your job at the salon?"
You wince, reflecting on the day before, "…Messy. I butchered someones hair yesterday…"
He hesitates a second, before mumbling, "…ouch"
"yeah…" grimacing, your mind wanders off to the blunt layers and too much hair littering the floor. The cold slowed your hands, between that and your scattered mind… well someone walked out unhappy.
Sal's eyes focus on the pair on the other side of the room, watching their hands curve as lines smooth onto the paper. You may not be able to see his face, but you can tell there's something on his mind.
"…Do you want to practice on mine…?" he offers, bright cyan eyes staring, questioning.
You start to protest, your eyes widening at the trust he offers, "No I couldn't-"
He interrupts, steady in tone, "It's fine, already a mess anyways." His pale hand runs through the shaggy blue mess, overgrown and choppy.
Hesitating, you watch the uneven blue waves settle, "…are you sure?"
"Yeah." His response is simple, firm.
A lull in the conversation follows as you mull over the choice: risk your freinds hair, and improve your skill, or leave it be?
You and Sal may have met in a rather unconventional way, (a burning wig and ringing fire alarm were involved) but you two still get along unusually well. Maybe it's something to do with his desire for styled hair and your need of practice.
"Do you think they'll notice if we leave?" you ask, suddenly twice as nervous as before.
His eyes glitter with humor, "in an hour, sure."
Laughter bubbles in your chest, a happy glow greeting Sal's eyes as he sets his textbook aside. Roaring laughter from Larry bursts the quiet bubble you've had with Sal for the last few minutes, the both of you freezing your struggle from the bean bag.
Breaking the pause, he quips, "better now than never."
Your keys jingle in the lock as it finally loosens, the door swinging open as Sal stands behind you, silent as ever. Green carpet and neutral walls greet your eyes, decorated with family pictures and a colorful rug.
Following you closely behind, his eyes survey the empty apartment, "your parents aren't home?"
"They're busy tonight," you reply, striding to the kitchen, tossing your keys onto the counter with a loud clatter, "do you want something to drink?"
"No, thank you." he replies, as you shuffle through the fridge. Dissatisfied with what you find, you shut the creaking door with a sigh.
"well, then to the chair with you" you gesture towards the small dining table cramped against the far wall, humor laced in your tone.
The chair squeaks as he pulls it from the table, watching you duck into the bright bathroom just off the living room. Folding his arms, he settles his head onto the cold surface, watching a tiny carpet beetle creep across the marbled vinyl as he waits.
It's not long before you flop down into the chair beside him, setting down a black, plastic box filled with your hair tools. Combs, scissors, shears… you're pretty sure you have a curling iron somewhere.
"So… what do you want done?" you start, eyes lifting to the spotless mask that adorns his face- well except the purple-ish pink section across his left side.
"uh… whatever works best…?"
You stand, his gaze following your movements. Yours on the other hand are more concerned about his choppy layers, adjusting his gaze forward and down.
"hm…" you hum anxiously, fingers brushing the straps holding his mask in place, "can this come off?"
Relief floods your veins as his hands reach up, working the clasps loose. A glimpse of exposed sinew reflects in your eyes as he sets it onto the table, his hands resting on his knees.
Slowly, blue hair floats and collects on the ground, minutes ticking by as you work, your hands warm and mind clear. Finally, you finish, guiding him to your bathroom and trying not to run him into every wall on the way there. Your hands rest on his shoulders, the both of your expressions reflected in the mirror.
"You can open your eyes now." You say, tapping the fraying burgundy of his shirt sleeve. His eyes crack open, jaw popping wide as he leans forward to inspect your handiwork. Your hands slip from his shoulders, pride gleaming in your smile.
He turns to you, disbelief across his expression, "I don't believe you butchered that clients hair at all."
You just smile, a bit cheeky. Many mannequins, and incidents when you were five, desiring new bangs, led to this skill of yours- though Sal's bangs are much more impressive than the ones you did when you were five.
BOOO, Surprise. Have a fav piece of artwork I found. Thanks for reading till the end <3
HELPPP
I WANNA WRITE A WATTPAD STORY BUT ITS HARDD PLEASE HELP ME
here are my interests if you can help me-
undertale, sallyface, undertale AUs, romance, Your Boyfriend(the game)
Oc info (From one of them at least)
This is one of my Sally Face OCs, I'm planning to make sheets for other OCs too
Happy late birthday, Sal :3
I think i made something
Just a reminder that not every male character who is effeminate is trans.
(i'm talking about Sal trans headcanons as a trans person who also has a Sal kin and is effeminate)
Trying to draw something to get the motivation to draw other things 💪
I tried to draw Sal in moe artsyle because I thought it would be funny
Goretober 2024
This Sal is from an AU of mine. It's 1 hour late because I almost had a heart attack. Good night.
Most of the ppl who are anti/dislike Salvis and salash be like: i don't like this ship bc for me it doesn't make sense/is toxic. But i'll not harass u if you like it, just dni with me
Most of the ppl who are anti/dislike larrysher be like: "i hope you don't have siblings, you're weird. Lol", "that's gross asf", "if you ship it, you should kill yourself" (haha, harass)
Emphasis on "almost" because I don't know what everyone in the world is like (obviously), and I'm also not counting the old fandom in the post. Also, this is just the majority of the people I see (all of them tbh). Btw, all the things written in the second paragraph are actually things I heard lol
Working on two drawings. I haven't even started one yet and I don't know if I like the other 🤡💔
Orra 💔
Happy (accidentally late) birthday, Steve(n Universe)
I didn't really like the result, but I was in despair when I saw the time I had left to finish and I just accepted my defeat-
(No, I'm not going to tag him. This drawing is really bad and I'm 1 day late for that date)
The official SF discord server can be a traumatic experience.
I finished the drawing :3
"... Larry, you're so pretty."
This post is so I don't keep the drawing posts so idle while I do a bigger drawing
It's a vent but still-
In my head, Sal would listen to this guy even if he don't understand the lyrics
Today I found a video on Tik Tok of someone using a very well done fanart of Sal from here on Tumblr (and probably on Pinterest too) to exude hatred towards other people in the fandom because of the ships and opinions. I know this fandom was never the greatest saint, but I feel like it used to be better than this. I also know that I'm not exactly a saint on this subject either, but the difference is that today I'm trying to change, but that's still a bad thing, yk?
I don't know, I just feel bad because this fandom was supposed to be a place where I felt good and comfortable (even because SF is my favorite and comforting game) and seeing that nowadays this fandom is like this makes me feel bad. Idk, maybe i'm just too sensitive
Why doesn't anyone talk about how racist the SF fandom is?
Why do people still forget that Sal doesn't just listen to Rock and Metal? That bro probably would have nightcore, hardcore and hyperpop songs (and even more, like slowed songs and calm/melancholic songs) in the same playlist with songs like this:
Sally if Steve had been merciful
-"Plz, pretend that I'm a baby and be gentle. You don't know what I'm capable of."
(He probably just will spit on your food-)
