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I am!! Or at least I think I am.

I know I haven’t answered any asks lately, but I’m hoping that’s about to change. The main reason I haven’t been posting lately is because work has been kicking my ass. But I’m about to have a week long vacation. The plan is to get some asks done then. And try to design a schedule so I can update on a regular basis.

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Do you think that sal would ever fall out of love with his s.o?

Sal falling out of love with an s/o.

Under normal circumstances? No. It would be very unlikely for Sal to fall out of love with his s/o. Unlike a crush, a relationship has time to be built from trust and understanding. And with Sal’s history, that’s a necessity in a relationship. He’s doesn’t go into that kind of relationship blindly. Even with his platonic relationships (such as from Larry and Todd), they were fast-forming but they had a strong connection. Plus both respected Sal’s boundaries and treated him like a human, which helped a lot.

And Sal is the kind of person who just seems to fall in love with his s/o the more time goes on. Learns to love their little quirks, their flaws, their strengths, their shared moments. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic like that. Okay, very much a hopeless romantic.

But I can hear you ask, “what are the non-normal circumstances”?

If his s/o cheats, it’s an automatic game over. Drop them like a hot potato. Goodbye. Again, Sally Face builds his relationships on trust and communication, and cheating breaks both of that immediately. I wouldn’t call that falling out of love, but it’s still a good way to end the relationship and never see him again. It’s also a good way to get punched in the face by Larry and Ash.

Another way is to go against what he believes in. I don’t mean having a different religion than him or anything. More like them being part of the cult, make him feel like he’s being played like a pawn. Especially if they’re part of the cult. If he finds out he’s going to be devastated. Broken. Another game over. You’re the enemy now, goodbye.

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Hey guys. Saga here!

Sorry for being slow on the asks. Work has been really attacking me with these 40-45 hour weeks and I got a few new baby ratties to take care of.

I’m not quitting on this blog! I’m just tackling the asks slowly. Especially with the two or three fic asks!

Thank you guys for being patient with me and I hope to get these asks done as fast as I can.

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Can u write travis sal tod and larry with a puppy dog crush? Thanks~

Sal, Larry, Todd, and Travis with a puppy love crush.

Sal:

He’s an obvious mess when he crushes on someone

A blushy mess. The prosthetic hides a lot, but you can see the red reach his ears.

Sometimes he stutters and has trouble completing his thoughts when talking to them.

To be fair, he can get pretty distracted by them.

It doesn’t help that Sal’s a terrible liar

So his friends catch on pretty easily. And they love to tease him by it. Especially Ash.

He constantly asks his friends if they think the other person likes him too. 

Needs a lot of reassurance from his friends just to try to talk to his crush. And they keep trying to convince him to talk to do so.

“Do you think they like me?” “Why not go ask?” “And have the mortifying ordeal of being known and acknowledged? No.”

Larry:

I know most of the fandom thinks he’d be smooth. But no.

Larry’s an awkward, kindhearted metalhead mess.

On one hand, he’s super sweet. A blushy mess like Sal, but he does in fact go talk to his crush, invites them into friend group activities, stuff like that.

On the other hand, he’s so awkward.

He ends up trying too hard.

Flirty remarks turn into tongue twisters and he ends up stumbling through them like a drunk deer.

If he tries to do the arm-against-the-wall thing to trap his crush, he misjudges distance and falls on his face.

And then there’s: “Do you think they like me?” “Why not go talk to them, man?” (says Sally the Hypocrite) “Yeah. Yeah I’ll do that!”

And he trips over his untied shoelaces and smacks his face on the floor.

He’ll think of a creative way to ask them out, but he’s more of a big-picture guy. He has a lot of trouble planning out the small details.

Todd:

This boy is so out of touch with his emotions, he doesn’t even realize he has a crush.

He loves hanging out with his crush.

Someone he can share conspiracy theories with, or talk about aliens

Someone who doesn’t mind his long-winded ramblings that tend to go on and on.

Especially someone who listens to what he says and joins in the conversation.

At first Todd thought he was catching a cold when he felt butterflies in his stomach, or that he was getting a fever when he blushed around his crush.

Look, he’s smart. He can figure this shit out easily when looking from an outsider’s perspective.

But he’s not good at all that internal introspection. Especially since he has no real way to test or research his hypothesis.

Ash had to tell him what was up.

When he realizes, he ends up hyperfocusing on it. Deciding whether or not he should talk to them about it, about how, about the probabilities of every outcome.

He accidentally becomes a little spacey around the crush as his mind works overtime.

The rest of the gang have to convince him to do anything about it

Travis:

This boy is the unhealthiest when it comes to puppy love.

When he realizes he has a crush on someone, he suppresses it so hard and so deep down, even he has trouble finding it.

With everything he deals with at home and in school, he doesn’t have the energy required to deal with it

So Travis tries very hard to ignore his crush.

Unfortunately it also means he might get frustrated and take it out on his crush

He doesn’t always apologize, but he always feels like shit afterwards. Locks himself in the bathroom stall and keeps replaying it in his head.

He eventually confesses during one of these heated arguments.

“Why are you such an asshole?” “Because I can’t deal with liking you!” “Wait what...?”

If his crush wants to date him back, it’ll take some time to talk him into it. To lower his defenses enough to be vulnerable.

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How about general sleeping headcanons for sal?

Sal Sleeping Headcanons

Sal’s a back sleeper.

He sleeps best in a cold room. He overheats easily.

He has to sleep in the dark.

As we’ve seen, he sleeps with his glass eye on the bedside table and his prosthetic off.

Between his depression, his anxiety, and his frequent migraines, he has trouble falling asleep.

He doesn’t get a lot of sleep. He goes to sleep late and wakes up early.

On average, Sal gets maybe 5 hours of sleep.

He has to have white noise in the background, or the silence will make his thoughts ramble.

A lot of times he talks to Larry late in the night with the walkie talkie, where one or both of them eventually fall asleep mid-conversation.

When he has nightmares, they tend to be super realistic

And he always has trouble waking up from them. He gets trapped in them for a long while.

Sal doesn’t really snore.

If he does, his snores are super light and quiet.

Playing lots of video games or having a movie marathon right before bed gives him some interesting dreams.

Having a weighted blanket or a sleeping companion (Gizmo) helps him sleep a little easier.

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Travis with a sweet s/o. The kind to bring him lunches they made at home, hug him every time they see him, and a personal favorite; Hold him and sing "You Are My Sunshine" to him while they cuddle. He deserves it.

Travis with an angel of an s/o

An s/o who is that sweet, that affectionate, and that compassionate? All for him?

For Travis, they’re his sanctuary, his Heaven, his angel that God must have sent down just for him. He doesn’t know why, and there’s a lot of times he wonders what he did to deserve such a perfect s/o as his. 

He becomes addicted to them. When he sees them, all the pain and harsh words he’s experienced just disappears. He actually smiles.

It weirds out everyone who knows him.

When his s/o holds him, just sings to him and pours out of all their love, he just melts. He closes his eyes and just relaxes. The scowl that’s been permanently glued to his face finally goes away. The hate, the fear, the anger... it all goes away in that moment.

But it didn’t start out that way.

Travis was suspicious and slightly weirded out at first. Not gonna lie.

This boy is not used to kindness. He doesn’t get it at home, he doesn’t get it at school, he doesn’t even get it from himself. 

He only ever got kindness from his mom and she’s been out of the picture for a while now. 

So, assuming their kindness was what got them to date in the first place, he started out incredibly defensive. 

Because he figured they were mocking him. It’s the only thing that made sense. The way they brought him food, the way they tried to hug him, the way they were constantly trying to be around him. It was a build up to some kind of joke.

Not to mention he flinched every time they touched him.

He returned their compassion with a sharp tongue. Double the scorn if they’re a dude.

“What are you? A fucking homo? Fucking fag...”

After a while he even snapped at them. Just get to the joke already. He can’t handle waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But it didn’t. And they started to date once he realized they really meant it.

It takes Travis a long while to open up. He still flinched for a while whenever they touched him, unless they asked first. He still had lots of days of self doubt. A few days where he got a little snippy.

He feared his father, feared his God, feared himself. 

He’s afraid of his father finding out, of the consequences, of seeing Hell. But he’ll take the pain if it means knowing what love is actually like.

Public affection embarrassed him greatly at first. It still does a little. Makes him blush like mad.

While in public he’s okay with hand holding and small displays of affection, it’s behind closed doors that he melts. 

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I think they mean "simp" in the affectionate term, in short its like a puppy dog crush

That’s possible! If that’s the case, I do apologize for the mistake. I was writing on what little knowledge I had on the word. However! I don’t mind answering a puppy love ask if one is sent in. ^u^ That actually sounds super cute.

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Would the main 3 + travis simp for a very positive s/o?

Okay. Since the ask sent twice, we’re gonna try this again...

So from what you all have told me (and from personal research), there’s two definitions for “simp” that we could use. The insult definition is for attacking men who are too attentive and submissive to women, especially hoping they’re gonna get a little something-something in return. The more meme definition is for saying a man who will do everything and does almost too much for the person they like. So I’m going to do two answers here.

Note: When you say “main 3”, I’m assuming you mean Larry, Sal, and Todd. Since they’re the dudes of the friend group.

For the insult definition, I don’t see any of the main three boys nor Travis being a simp. 

Sal performs a lot of his actions out of kindness, and doesn’t seem to expect anything but simple common decency in return (if he expects anything back at all). He does kindness for its own sake, not to be owed.

Larry, being raised with a mom like Lisa, knows he can’t be nice to women just to think he is owed for serving them. If he wants that little something-something, he wants there to be mutual want for it. Not for it to be forcefully “deserved”.

Todd personally has too much self-respect to reduce himself into a subservient role. One, his logic brain almost always wins over his emotion brain; he knows worshiping his partner doesn’t automatically mean he’s gonna get some action. Two, if we’re talking about women specifically, he’s really fucking gay. Like, really fucking gay. 

Travis has way too much pride to be a simp. He literally can’t let himself become vulnerable enough to be submissive or pushed around. Not unless he really trusts his s/o, and that’s with a lot of time and trust. If he ever feels too vulnerable, he’s going to lash out to try and regain control.

If anyone is going to be a simp (aka, a fuckboy nice-guy neckbeard), it’s Charlie. Yes, Charlie. Not a big surprise.

For the meme definition, only Larry is a simp. Possibly. I answer this hesitantly.

Again, Todd has too much self-respect and Travis has too much pride to reduce themselves to a subservient role, even for an s/o. They both love their s/o greatly, but they have a whole different way of showing it.

Sal does has a habit of giving his s/o a lot. Maybe not gifts, but definitely his time and attention. I don’t think it’s enough to be considered a simp though. Just very loving.

Larry would treat his s/o like royalty though. His king/queen are going to be loved and spoiled to high heaven. He would perish for them. 

Larry gives them small gifts when he can. It’s not very much, since a lot of his paycheck goes to helping him and his mom out at home. Usually it’s handmade, from the heart. 

He’s also cheesy as fuck. A hopeless romantic metalhead. And probably very whipped for a sweet and positive s/o.

I’m still unsure of the meme definition exactly, so I’m unsure if Larry qualifies, or is just considered a very loving and caring boyfriend. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Would the main 3 + travis simp for a very positive s/o?

I’m sorry. ;0; I don’t know what simp means. My friend tried to explain it but I still don’t know.

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Do you wright for maple and chug?

Yes I do! I’m willing to write for any characters, not just the main 4 cast.

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Sally Face x Animal Crossing

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Can you Please do headcanons for travis phelps and sal fisher with a frend who is introverted as hell? Im talking staying at home on a school day because they didnt want to go, ordering a can of soda at a pizza place and putting for deliver because they didnt want to leave the house and only going grocery shopping at 8pm or 5am to avoid other people. Thank you!

Sal and Travis with an extremely introverted friend

Sal Fisher:

He’s an extremely understanding and accommodating friend

Partially because he gets it. Too many people on the wrong day can really make him jittery and nervous, and can easily cause sensory overload.

Partially because he’s so empathetic and highly observant

Sal does try to get the friend involved socially, like with the rest of his/their friend group. Not with strangers, and not with large crowds.

Arcades are super crowded on the weekend? No problem, we’ll invite the rest of the crew and have video games and pizza in Larry’s room.

Wanted to hang out at the mall? We’ll all go right when they open so they’re less busy, or ditch school one day when it’s practically empty.

Sal (or Larry or Ash) are gonna be ordering food for them whenever they hang out.

He’s willing to help his friend go over any homework or explain anything from classes they share if the friend skips a day from school.

If crowds are unavoidable, he will consistently ask the friend if they are okay, or if there is anything he can do to help.

Overall he’s just gonna try to make the friend feel involved without pushing their boundaries.

Travis Phelps:

He doesn’t understand it

At first he’s pretty harsh about it. “Just get over it,” he would snap. “It’s just some people. Not that bad.”

He grew up in a situation with tough love, and he had to be pretty tough-skinned with any friends he managed to have in school. So to him, forcing his friend to face their fears is the best way to get them over it.

For example, if his friend manages to order their own food enough times, soon they’ll realize it’s not that big a deal. That’s his understanding.

Or if they go out into crowds enough times, they’ll get used to it.

Plus it’s not like he can invite his friend over to his house, and he’s probably not allowed to visit other’s houses too often. So seeing them at school or after school might be the only places they can actually meet up.

But when his friend starts mentally deteriorating, or even starts avoiding him? Travis begins to rethink his strategy.

Because if he’s not careful, he’s gonna lose one of his only genuine friends. Maybe his only.

Slowly, and I mean kind of slowly, he tries to be more accommodating. He’s not very good at it, but he is trying.

He’s gonna fall back into old habits when he gets frustrated, but he’ll apologize. Awkwardly, but he’ll apologize.

Give him some patience and he’ll try to be a better friend.

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Hi! I really like your writing and I saw that your ask box is open, and I wanted to make a Sally Face fanfiction request. Pre canon cuz I like pre canon, young Sal, maybe 6 years old, has a panic attack at school, his first one. Im not sure what would trigger it, maybe like, an assembly and he got overwhelmed or something. So, Sal has a bad panic attack so his dad has to come pick him up from school and help him calm down. I'm sorry it's a little weird. Sorry my spelling is bad it's 1am. Bye!

This sounds like fun~ 

Hope you don’t mind me taking some creative liberty with this ask. I made Sal around 8-ish just to fit with the timeline.

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“Am I speaking to Mr. Fisher?”

“I, um, yes. This is Henry Fisher.”

“This is Richard Thompson, the principal of the elementary school. It’s about your son, Sal Fisher. Nothing serious has happened-”

“Is he alright?”

“He’s fine. However, he’s had a bit of a behavioral outburst. If you could come pick up your son as soon as you can...”

A sigh. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you.”  Click.

Mr. Fisher hung up the phone on his desk, running a hand through his thinning hair. He was going to have to talk to his boss about leaving early so he could pick up his son. Another family emergency. Surely his boss would understand...

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Halloween.

A time of innocent spooks and scares. Of ghosts and ghouls and movie marathons and costumes. Of haunted houses and parties and friends. And, more importantly in the mind of a child, candy! Lots of candy.

For Sal, Halloween was a time to fit in, as twisted as that was. Or at least he tried.

He hadn’t had his new face long, only a few months as he came back for the new school year. Bright pink, a color not fit for a young boy in the mid-1980’s. Especially not with his quiet personality, and his hair growing a tad too long. Long story short, he was weird. He was peculiar, a freak, something different. And when children find things different than they are, different than what they’re used to seeing, they’re prone to poke and prod at it. Explore it, mess with it. Simply a child’s way of trying to understand.

And prodded at him they did. Several of the more callous children (or maybe they were just too young to develop any sympathy) knew his fear of dogs. Heard the wild tales of how the freak lost his face. Some details embellished, most made up completely, but they knew Halloween was the best time to mess with dear ol’ Sally Face. So they dressed as dogs. As werewolves and furry fanged beasts. At lunch they ran at him snarling in little kid snarls and ketchup blood around their mouths. They laughed at the way he froze as the group came barreling at him. They laughed at the way he ran and screamed, almost tripping himself over his own feet and the grass in the field, blinded in terror. And they chased him around the playground, over and over. Jumping out at him, reaching for him...

Sal lost them by the time he ran behind some of the older school buildings. The weight of everything came crashing down on him as his wobbling legs buckled underneath him. Paying no mind to the stinging of his scraped palms and knees, he sat up, bringing his knees to his chest. His heart hammered in his chest a mile a minute. His vision swam. As much as he tried to breathe, he felt like he was drowning, like his throat was closing up. He hiccuped and coughed and wailed. His body trembled violently.  Eyes on him. He could feel its eyes on him. Feel its phantom teeth. Feel it’s breath on his neck. It was going to kill him. He was going to die.

His hands started clawing at his porcelain face, yanking his hair.

“Momma...” he cried, over and over again, like a montra.

“I want my Momma...!”

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He realized he wasn’t dying when he felt like he wasn’t suffocating anymore. When his desperate gasps slowed into shaky breaths, and his heart, still heavy, began to calm. But when Sal felt a touch on his shoulder, he flinched backwards, expecting teeth, or claws, or pain.

“Sal?”

Henry kneeled before his son in front of the couch; he tried his best not to cringe when his son jumped at the touch on his shoulder, continuing to feel helpless. But he saw his son as he was screaming and wailing, quaking and trembling, refusing to let anyone touch him as they tried to guide him into the old beat up truck. Crying for Diane. He saw his son as he grew extremely distant on the way home, physically here but mentally far, far away. He could wait a moment more for Sal to come back, even while it tore his broken heart into more pieces.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home. You’re safe. Take some deep breaths, okay kiddo?”

Slowly he could see Sal’s eye, the good one, begin to gain some clarity. The child looked around a moment, suddenly realizing he was not on the school playground anymore. Or at school at all. Just a living room, on a couch, the TV on some random station he couldn’t quite focus on. He turned back to look at his dad. There was a small moment of quiet, where neither one moved, or talked. Then Sal launched himself at his dad, clinging for dear life. His small body shook.

Hesitantly, his dad wrapped his arms around Sal. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” he murmured, over and over, until the young boy calmed enough to detach himself from his vice-like grip.

“Hey buddy,” his father spoke up. “How about we watch a movie to get our minds off everything, okay? I’ll get us some pizza and ice cream for dinner. A good ol’ Halloween treat, just for you and me.” Sal nodded, and Henry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Standing up, he turned towards the VCR.

“So. Ghostbusters or E.T.?”

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Emotions - Todd

Todd is perturbed by his emotions.

He is a machine, a vast encyclopedia of everlasting knowledge, Google in flesh. He is a maker, constantly tinkering with machines and theories, bringing ideas to life and creating physical form to the formless. Even he finds himself an automatron. He has a thirst for knowledge, for the truth. Emotions are a random variable that leaves him befuddled.

He smiles, but he rarely ever burst out in laughter. The kind of laughter that leaves you breathless, holding your aching gut and unable to form words. He becomes sad, but he rarely ever cries. The kind of tears that leaves you curling in on yourself, holding yourself in an effort to stop you from shattering into pieces. He gets annoyed, sure, but never mad. Not the kind of mad with writhing eel in your stomach, burning your blood and causing an angry tremor to run through your body. His eyes go wide in fear, but he never shakes, never tenses to run, never prepares to strike back.

All his emotions are forced into a bottle by his logic. An automated system of internal organization.

Until he can’t hold it anymore. Especially when his brain has kept him awake for too long. He knows he shouldn’t be upset. Logically speaking, the facts overrule any paranoia or suspicions his emotions conjure up. So why is he so upset by this? The probability of this scenario causing an issue is so astronomically small, and everything is functioning exactly as it should be. He keeps spewing facts to reassure himself but it’s not working. So what is wrong...?

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Emotions - Ash

Ashley is at war with her emotions.

She feels just like anyone else on the planet. Happy and Sad and Angry, the ups and downs and the so-so’s in between. She acknowledges each emotion without too much lingering thought. Without being left wondering why she feels the way she does. Often, though, the emotions are not powerful enough to reach the surface.

Oh, she feels them in her heart plenty. She feels the butterflies in her stomach when she’s nervous, or happy, or nervous-happy. She feels the heavy tug in her ribcage when bad things happen. She feels her blood boil when she’s angered. The heart is moved. But the surface is not. Not unless something shakes her to her very core.

“You should smile more,” they tell her. But is she not smiling? Subtle, small, but smiling. Content. But it’s not enough for others.

“Are you not surprised?” they ask her. She is. She’s surprised and excited about her gift. But she just doesn’t feel the need to jump up and down. Doesn’t feel the drive to scream or yell. 

“Do you not miss her?” they question her. Before them is her grandmother, eternally sleeping in the ground six feet under. She misses her grandmother dearly. More than anything. But her eyes remain dry.

“Do you care at all?”

Only when my world ends.

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Emotions - Larry

Larry understands his emotions.

He felt them, understood them, never thought twice about them. He is a vessel for his feelings; he is a blank canvas, and his thoughts and feelings, the artist. He learned from Lisa. To smile when you feel light, to cry when you feel heavy, to fight when life feels hopeless. He is his emotions, and his emotions are him.

Happiness slaps a lazy smile onto his features and leaves sparkles in his eyes, and out of him escapes a hearty chuckle (or sometimes a full-on, gut squeezing, tear-inducing, breath-losing, exuberant laugh. The glorious and contagious kind). The gravity of Sadness physically drags his body down into a hunched figure, dragging his lips with him into a dark frown as his eyes cloud over with heavy thoughts. Anger, the snake, coils and writhes in his belly. The venom of its fangs curl his hands into shaking fists, and his teeth clench as the snake becomes ready to strike. Fear sends a jolt through him like a bolt of lightning, his eyes widening and his body trembling...

When he is high or drunk, the emotions have no filter. Not that he had much of one to begin with.