#ash campbell

[eruzuri]

[thealwaysbrokengirl]

i got this idea after a friend mentioned alrry with short hair

[shnoob]

Sal Fisher HC’s!:  

I normally wouldn't write something like this, BUT I love Sally Face and it NEEDSSSS more recognition 🙏🙏🙏  

(I'm totally not in love with him or something. WHAT WHO SAID THAT??)

 I feel like he would be one of those types of people who carry lotion, hand sanitizer, tissues etc due to him taking good care of his skin/body. Due to what has happened to him, any little germ can get under his skin which is not a good thing :P 

That being said, he would get bad allergic reactions to scented lotions so he’d stick with the typical scents. (However, if it's a scent he really likes..he won't mind getting a rash for once, he already has a prosthetic..) 

SOOOOO good at comforting people. Even if you just met him, he may be a bit awkward but he won't just let you sit there and cry. Possibly just reach in his bag and hand over a tissue while staring at you. 

Again, just carries EVERYTHING. That doesn't mean his bag is full! Due to Ashley, Larry, and even Todd he has random ass items in his bag until they ask if he knows where it is. (Even offering his space to carry your stuff too!) 

“Hey Sal, have you seen *blank*?” “Oh uh..*rummages through his pockets* this?” “Thanks man!” 

The type of guy to try and cuff his jeans but they always end up uneven so they either are uneven or not cuffed. (The stains man..)

Lets Ashley paint his nails. Can't tell me otherwise. Usually Black, Red or a blue similar to his hair. Probably matched with the gang at one point due to Ashley begging them. 

Has calluses on his hands due to guitar playing. 

First off, such a good listener to everybody. He could sit there for hours listening to you and comfort you if you felt like you were talking too much. That being said, if you mention you like ANYTHING (such as a candy) you know he will start carrying it just in case you wanted it or had a rough day. 

If he sees a bug or rock he likes, you know its going into a collection. Started collecting rocks in about 7th grade and hasnt stopped since. It probably started just in a box and now has a small display on a nightstand. Bugs he obviously cannot keep in a condition like that so he may just carry it around for a bit on a finger until they are in a place where they are safe. (Maybe even to scare Larry with). 

Is probably used to most jokes that could be considered “too far” or “rude” now due to the insults he's experienced of his prosthetic, but if it ever crosses a line by touching it or even towards a friend…watch out.  

With that, he probably makes dark humor jokes.  

When he's nervous, he probably scratches the sides of his hands or picks at his nails. (They never stood a chance) 

MAN NEEDS NEW SHOES THEY ARE RIPPING APART. SOMEBODY PLEASE 

He jokes around so much with his friends of “bromance” (like fake kissing, lovey terms etc) to the point he has had a rumor or two with his friends.

Cannot do gymnastics tricks well. He probably tried a handstand once to prove to Larry and fell right over. Ash most likely teaches him over time so he gets..better? 

I bet he reads a little! When he isn't ghost hunting or needs a break playing the guitar, he will pick up a book for fun. (Maybe even reads to Gizmo once in awhile) 

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sally face drawing dump looool

[lucidsdiary]

Blue Was The Memory.

Sal Fisher x GN!Reader.

warnings - swearing

overview - sal had a playmate before his incident, till one day they mysteriously.. disappeared? time's flown by and he's part of a band with his friends from nockfell—the four horsemen. one day at a concert, he spots them. the person who taught him what it meant to be known despite him being a socially awkward mess as a kid. will he reconnect with his first ever friend?

word count - 2.7k

chapter 2 - coming soon ♥️

I. Grocery Store Run-ins

        "Hey, Sal! Look at this cool rock I found by the lake!" The young child held up an aquamarine pebble as if it were a trophy, rushing over to the boy just a couple feet away. "It matches your hair!" They held it up to his azure locks tied up in two pigtails, messy and tousled from playing and running around the lake. He nodded bashfully, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he laughed with the child before him. "Yeah, it does!"

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        Sal sat upright in his bed, rubbing a hand over his scarred face to clear his grogginess. "That dream again, huh?", Sal thought to himself. He let out a gravelly yawn, stretching his muscles from the rather restless sleep from the night before.

        He swung his legs out from under his warm blanket, shuddering a bit as his skin was exposed to the frigid air of his apartment. The bluenette slips off his bed, his feet hitting the arctic tiled floors, a chill sliding down his spine. He doesn't bother with his prosthetic, the only two people living in this apartment being himself and his stepbrother, Larry.

        Sal wandered out of his dark room and into the sun-kissed living room, each piece of furniture appearing as though it was painted in gold by the morning rays seeping through the wall made of windows. He took a moment to admire the sunrise on the horizon, a quaint smile on his face. After a minute or so, he made his way to the kitchen, where he was greeted by a shirtless Larry.

        "Morning, lil bro! How'd you sleep last night?" Larry smiles at the shorter man, taking a sip of his way-too-sweet coffee. Sal shrugs, stepping past Larry and grabbing his own mug.

        "I dunno, alright I guess.", Sal said monotonously, pouring his own cup and taking a sip. "I had that dream again and like always, I still can't tell who it could possibly be. I don't remember anybody looking like that living in Nockfell, everybody I asked last time we visited didn't have a clue either. I'm starting to think it's one of those like- fake memory things, y'know what I mean?"

        Sal looks back up at Larry, taking another swig of his bitter morning drink. Larry just tipped his drink towards him in understanding, taking another sip along with him and sighing before responding.

        "Maybe, or maybe they disappeared with the cult."

        Sal lightly slapped Larry on the shoulder for that comment. "Dude, we said we wouldn't talk about that shit anymore." Larry set his now empty cup into the sink, rubbing his shoulder slightly. "Ouch dude- Sorry, sorry, I forgot. It was just a thought, you know? If they grew up in Nockfell like us, it isn't entirely out of the question, bro."

       Sal turns to the pantry and grabs a bagel, putting it into the toaster. "I know, I know, I just- I don't wanna talk it back into existence." Larry snorts at Sal's superstitions, leaning against the countertop. "I getcha, don't worry your blue little head about it too much, though. We need you on your A-game this weekend, Sally Face." He smirks down at him, wiggling his eyebrows. Sal rubs his face again, groaning slightly as he remembers.

        They have another three gigs this weekend. "Right, right. Are Ash and Todd ready? If not, I'm down to head to the warehouse to practice a bit before then." Larry nods in agreement, grabbing Sal's bagel out of the toaster and burning his fingers in the process as he puts it onto a paper plate and handing it to Sal, along with cream cheese and a butterknife.

        "I'm down, no such thing as too much practice afterall!" He grins at his younger brother, making his way out of the kitchen and to his own room, dialing Ash's number in the process.

        Sal headed back to his bedroom, munching on his bagel. Once he passed the threshold, he sat at his desk and grabbed his sketchbook and pencils. He flipped to the last page he was on, it was a detailed sketch of the kid from his dreams. Well, as detailed as his memory would allow. He tried his hardest to recall as many small defining factors as he could.

        He felt himself getting frustrated at his inability to remember something so simple as a name, so he flipped to a new page and mindlessly began a new piece. Before much time had passed, he had filled up the page with a landscape of the lake from his childhood.

        His favorite place to be when he wasn't with Larry. It was where he'd sketch, where he cried, where he could just be without anybody judging him. He closed his sketchbook and threw it into the drawer of his desk, letting out an exasperated sigh as he glanced to the shelf next to him, picking up the blue stone he'd kept from his childhood.

        The one sliver of proof that solidified his belief that this kid was real. That it wasn't a false memory. That they had truly existed and accepted him.

        And he would do anything it takes to find them again.

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        You were woken up by the lovely sound of your alarm blaring directly into your ear at 7 in the morning.

        You groan, slamming your hand down onto your phone to silence it. In an attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep, you shut your eyes again and cozy yourself back into your blankets, when all of a sudden your beautiful best friend bursts through the door.

        "Y/N, get up! I need you to do me like, the biggest favor you've ever done anybody ever." Ash frantically rips the covers off of you, unsheathing your warm body to the apartment's cool draft. A shiver runs down your spine at the loss of heat, your tries at grabbing your blanket from Ash proving fruitless.

       "What do you need, my darling princess popsicle Ashy-Washy?" You flip over onto my stomach, looking up at Ash as she nibbles on her lip anxiously.

        "I need you to drive me to band practice.. It's at this old warehouse not super far from here, but I really don't feel like walking that far and you could also maybe meet the band members? They're all really sweet people, I think you'd get along great with them!"

        Ash falls onto her knees in front of your bed now, giving you the biggest puppy-dog eyes imaginable as you glance over her features. It's mind-boggling how she doesn't have a partner yet, with both her looks and her wit, she's a total catch.

        "Sure, I've got no issues with it. Just send me over the address and I'll start getting ready to go out. I need to run some errands today anyways so I'll do that once I drop you off, sounds good?"

        Ash's pleading expression shifts into an ecstatic grin as she picks herself up off the floor and squeals a bit, glad that you agreed. "Oh, Y/N, you're the best!!" You groggily blink at her and suppress a yawn, nodding, "Yeah, I know, I'm pretty great."

        Once Ash exits your room, you get up out of bed and head towards my connected bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, dark eye-bags from not getting a good night's sleep the evening before. You sigh, tugging at the puffy skin before washing your face and brushing your teeth, beginning my morning routine.

        You do whatever skincare you remember to do before making it to your closet and picking out an outfit for the day, nothing too fancy since all you're doing is grocery shopping. You slide on your shoes as you stop at the front door.

"Ash, let's go!" You call out from the small living room, watching Ash stumble out of her room hopping on one foot, struggling to tie her shoes.

        She has on the same sort of outfit she usually wears to band practice; ripped stockings, converse, a pleated skirt and oversized sweatshirt falling off her shoulder. Basic messy black eyeliner and eyeshadow dust her eyes, making the viridescent hue pop.

       "I'm ready, I'm ready!!" She skips towards the door, grabbing your keys for you as she makes her way out the door first. You roll your eyes with a soft smile, following Ash to the building's elevator, soon after unlocking the car and stepping in with Ash.  You stick your keys into the ignition, turning them to get the car up and running.

         As you pull out of the driveway of your apartment, your mind begins to wander to your roommate's bandmates. "So, Ash, tell me about your bandmates. We've been friends forever and I still don't know anything about them." You chuckle, peering over your steering wheel to turn out.

          Ash claps her hands together, sucking in a large breath to signify the start of her tangent. "ALRIGHT! Obviously there's me, Ash Campbell, lead singer, we know that. Next, there's Todd! Super sweet, nerdy guy, huge computer techie. He actually tutored me in freshman year when I was struggling like hell with algebra. We had this little group that the world now knows as The Four Horsemen!"

         You nod along, listening intently to Ash explain each member of her notorious friend group while you drive your way over to the warehouse.  "Todd introduced me to Larry and Sal way back when. Larry's tall as shit, hispanic, imagine your stereotypical metalhead. Long hair, band tees, septum, the works. He looks intimidating but he's a mega dork, trust me!"

        You snicker at her description of the man, getting a pretty good idea of his physical appearance in your head.

         Ash continues, "Last but not least, Sal. Shaggy blue hair, sort of a gym bro if I'm being honest- The dude is RIPPED, total sleeper build! He wears this prosthetic face, and he's worn it since I met him. I think I've only seen him without it once and that was back in highschool, so I practically don't even remember what he looks like."

        As you pull up in front of the abandoned place, Ash's mention of Sal piques your interest. "Prosthetic face?", you think to yourself. You've never actually been to one of Ash's gigs, always swamped with work and your own personal endeavors to ever make it. That's when an idea wiggles its way to the front of your brain.

         Ash unbuckles her seatbelt, planting a quick smooch on your cheek. "Thank you so much, Y/N! Literal lifesaver, I swear!" You wave at her from the driver's seat, waiting until she's inside to head onto your own errands.

       As the doors swing open, you catch a glimpse of electric azure locks. "Must be that Sal dude she was talking about.", you ponder. Not giving it much more thought, you back out of the parking lot and start making your way to the nearest grocery store.

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        Ash finally gets to our practice session. "Thank fuckin' god.", I think to myself. The doors open wide as she throws them both, and in doing so I see a small sliver of her mysterious chauffeur. "Must be her roommate she never talks about." Once she joins Larry, Todd, and I, we get down to business.

        We run through a couple songs in our set, stopping a few times throughout to correct each other on small mistakes and things we can improve on. After a short while, we're all a bit worn out so I got nominated as errand-boy. 

        "You guys all hate me, making the socially awkward and insecure guy grab your snacks." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm and monotonous as ever. Todd playfully rolls his eyes and Ash lightly shoves me towards the door as she calls out from behind me, "I'll text you what we all want!"

       I flick them all off as I grab my helmet hanging from the wall next to the door, first removing my prosthetic before putting it on. I walk out of the warehouse, turning the corner to where my bike's parked. I grab my keys out of my pocket, gently putting my prosthetic into the compartment before hopping on.

       After a short ride, I make it to the grocery store just a couple blocks away from our makeshift studio. I park my bike, prop it on the kickstand and keep my helmet on as I make it into the store. I grab a basket and head straight for the refrigerators, grabbing a couple of energy drinks that they all asked me for.

       There's only one other person in the aisle with me, whom I glance at momentarily and happen to catch their gaze as well. "Staring at me? Well, you do have a motorcycle helmet on inside the store, dumbass." I curse myself internally. I realize I'm still staring at the stranger, my heart beating a bit faster with anxiety.

        "I- uhm, Sorry 'bout that.." I stammer as I avert my gaze from the poor person I'd just been very blatantly looking at for about two minutes.

        "Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it." They reply, their voice a soft melody in my ears. I grab the drinks the band wanted and made my way to the next few aisles before heading to self checkout, paying for all of the snacks. I look to my left and there's that person again.

        I quicken my pace so as to not look like some weirdo stalker and head out of the store before they do, packing everything up into my backpack and leaving. Right before I do, they walk out of the store and head.. towards the same car that Ash's roommate was driving..?

"Damn, crazy coincidence."

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        You made your way into the grocery store, filling up your basket with small necessities. Vegetables and proteins for dinner later, as well as some ramen and sweet treats for the days you feel too lazy to cook. As you pass by different aisles, trying your best to recall what else you're missing, your eyes land on the energy drinks.

       You go to grab your favorite flavor of bottled heart attack and spot another person in the aisle. He's wearing a motorcycle helmet and fading out from the opening around the neck, you can see hair that you can only compare to the color of blue raspberry candy. He looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering.

       He's wearing a gray tank top, displaying his muscular arms. The shirt is tight against his torso, outlining the rest of his build. His pants seem to be black cargos, a belt strapped firmly around his hips. A black hoodie also wrapped around his waist loosely.

       You'd be lying if you said he didn't look attractive, several rings and bracelets decorating his hands and wrists. He pipes up after a moment of staring at you.

        "I- uhm, Sorry 'bout that.", he says. His tone is gentle, but not warm. His voice was slightly raspy, on the slightly higher pitched side. He sounded almost pretty.

        "Oh,  it's fine. Don't worry about it." You manage to speak, somehow without any stutter or waver in your voice. He wraps up his shopping in that aisle, continuing on with his business, and as do you.

        You head to the register and start your self checkout, that same pretty stranger from before right next to you. He seems to hurry as he sees you next to him. You find it a bit odd, but pay it no mind.

         As you walk out of the grocery store with your bags in tow, you catch a peek of that stranger again, keeping your gaze for just a quick glance till you walk back to your car and get in.

         "Hm, I wonder..", you think to yourself as you take out your phone. You look up Ash's gig dates and locations, as well as ticket prices. You're shocked at how affordable the barricades are and decide to make a n impulse decision right from your driver's seat.

Purchase: Complete! Your verification email and ticket confirmation will be sent to your inbox shortly.

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AN: OH MY GOODNESSS AAAAA FIRST CHAPTER DONE! I'm actually so excited for this story, and I hope you guys are just as stoked as I am >3< This story is also on wattpad under the same name!

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[bread-cat-luna]

ash and her boys at a sanity's fall concert! picture taken by todd who they dragged along despite his protests <3

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SALLY FACE

I hate how Ash and Larry's hair looks but I'm too lazy to fix it :p

SAL:

ASH:

LARRY:

ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ: @ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴᴇᴅʟᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ

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𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙞𝙠𝙏𝙤𝙠

[limpart]

i had no choice.

[lani866]

It was supposed to come out yesterday.

[percie-kat]

watched a 2 hr sally face video essay which catapulted me back to 2019 when i was absolutely obsessed with the game (i still am tbh)

[cyberciggie]

[lxuizrr]

ashley campbell 💜

[0yuri-chan0]

~ Don't leave me ~

Wait.. Wait Sally Face fandom isn't dead? YES! No, because I love sally face like he a murderer but hes my murderer 💅 So you guys like demolished Levi Ackerman and I'm not mad about it. I know this is basic but he's gonna show you his face for the first time. Fluff with a pinch of romance because y'all eat that shit up anyways no more ranting. Enjoy!!

Paring - Sal Fisher (Sally face) x Gn reader

Warnings - None

Genre - Fluff

Yes it was true you and Sal knew eachother for the longest. It also wasn't a secret to the group you liked Sal, well everyone knew. I mean who wouldn't fall hard for the blue haired boy he was sweet and gentle, caring, selfless. Basically near definition of perfect in your eyes. But in his, not so much he didn't see himself like you saw him. He knew he fit the description of a kind soul but definitely not a beautiful one. It was all because of his face, sure you never saw it only Larry, Ash, and Todd had. And if your honest it bugged you a lot, not just because he didn't show you his face no, no, no not that. It was the feeling that he didn't trust you enough to do so. The feeling of sadness that washed over you every time you thought about it. He told you before that it was a hard topic for him to talk about. And you respected that; you really did, it just confused you why you hadn't seen it in all the years of knowing Sal Fisher. So of course you had to find out.

It was a normal day, well not so normal Larry couldn't hang out with you and Sal because he was with Ash at the towns oh so very small mall. Todd said he couldn't hang out because he had a science project which was fine before, you and Sal would hang out all the time doing whatever without the gang. You didn't know why this time was any different. It was awkward you both sitting in his room watching TV as gizmo layed on the bed next to you. Sal on your other side playing on his gear boy. You couldn't help but look at him stealing a couple of glances his way.

Not wanting to get caught staring at him like so many times before. You averted your gaze back to the TV. Now acting like nothing was wrong, it was eating at you and on top of that you didn't think he'd trusted you to show his face. You usually were a outgoing person, a person who voices their concerns. Being quiet was unusual for you and of course Sal noticed, I mean if he did he didn't say anything. You couldn't just blurt out "Sal why don't you show me your face? Do you not trust me?" That would make him anxious and you didn't want to do that to him. I mean who would do that do him? Not you. You looked back at him playing his gear boy. His long slender fingers pressing buttons skillfully might you add. A soft sigh escaping your lips. Trying to hype yourself up to ask him or at least express your feelings. Basically in that moment you were trying to grow a pair as fast as you could.

You opened your mouth and closed it. You needed something to say it could be like 'Sal I need to ask you something' then ease you way into telling him. That was your best option and only option, so you really didn't have a choice. "Sal." You called his name in a soft manner. He only hummed in response not looking away from his gear boy. "Why don't.. Am I the only one who hasn't seen you're face, Sally?" His fingers stop moving in result his character died. His screen showing a red 'Game Over' his head turned to you his eyes focussed on yours.

Did you mess up? Maybe but you really can't think at the moment. You turned your gaze to the floor and exited a deep breath through your nostrils. "What I mean is like. I feel like.. I know I'm. Probably the last to see your face in the gang and I know it takes a lot of trust to let me see it." And there you go, you were rambling nervously because he was looking at you. Your stomach doing flips and heart beating so fast it might give you a heart attack. "You want too see it.. My face?" Now those seven words stopped you from talking. Lifting your head up you looked him in his one good eye the other a prothsic. You nodded your head slowly. "I don't want to force you to show me your face. I want you to be positive you want to." You started picking at your hang skin on your pointer finger. "I want to" Was all he said before he uncliped both the buckles. He held the mask up on his face with his hand and looked down. The gear boy clearly discarded on the bed.

"Don't be scared of me [Y/n]" He said in a shaking voice already very nervous. You sat on your knees facing him on the bed you raised your hand slowly hooking your fingers under his mask. Your pace slow giving him time to pull away if he wanted. He didn't "I would never be scared of you Sal. Your my best fucking friend." He let out a sharp breath when you lifted his mask. His heart was pounding his plams sweaty. He quickly grabbed your wrist with his free hand. "Promise me you won't leave me.." His voice wavered while he spoke. Your gaze soften and a pleasant, calming smile appeared on your face. "I wouldn't dream of it." You truly did love Sal. You looked him into this eyes while he retracted both of his hands back to his side.

You slowly pulled his prosthetic away from his face. Once you saw his face your grip tightened on the plastic mask. His face had a lot of scarring. His nose was deformed as well as his jaw. His jaw was crooked his cheek torn showing some of his top teeth. You could tell chunks of meat were removed from his cheeks. You could clearly tell his left eye was a prosthetic, it being more dull and only staring straight ahead instead of looking at the ground like his other eye was. You brought your hand to his cheek gently. His flinched soon his eyes finally meeting yours. "You're beautiful.." Was all you could say your thumb stroking his cheek gliding over his scars gently. Tears falling from his eyes with ease his hand grabbing your wrist once more. "You really mean that?" He asked in disbelief once you muttered out those two words.

You nodded and leaned forward your lips connecting with a bit of difficulty. You knew this man was touched starved so you let him get use to it. His lips were kinda chapted and the kiss was kinda clumsy but it felt so good at the same time. You felt him visibly relax as you pulled away with a small smile on your face only to be pulled back by his hands behind your neck reconnecting your lips to his. The kiss got more desperate, and more needy.

You finally pulled away with a airy chuckle. "I mean it." He smiled it honestly amazed you how you never saw him smile but it was better then you imagine. "I want... Will you be lover?" You grin and kissed his forehead. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear those words." He laughed and grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. "How long?" He said with a raised brow. "Too long" you mused and kissed him again.

At least you finally know what's under the mask and its beautiful...

Its finished! I had a hard time with this for no reason. Thank you for reading. I have another problem the you guys can solve 🙏 I have no clue what to write next so my request are open to you! Please use it 👀

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