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killemwithkawaii · 2 years ago

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'Strange Nightmares' pre-kickstarter stream lore drops, game and kickstarter info 🎲

[Note: Contains Sally Face video game spoilers. Questions are from stream chat and quotes are (mostly) answers from Steve. Quotes and questions are paraphrased and may be minimally reworded. Feel free to let me know if I missed any key details!]

Watch the stream here

Subscribe to the kickstarter here

Subscribe to the Maestro Media page pre-launch to get an exclusive Gizmo standee

Kickstarter and board game info:

-'Strange Nightmares' is currently a 2-4 player game, but developers at Maestro Media are working on possibly making a single player route

- Base pledge for the kickstarter is $40 (those who subscribe within the first 48 hours will receive a free 2" dark glitter pony figure)

-Game is still in development. There may be expansions to the game which add additional stories and game aspects, depending on how successful the kickstarter is.

- 3 stories in the game at launch, each with multiple endings. Steve has written about 30 storylines, and they are currently working on implementing story number 4.

- The digital version of the board game will be available

- Game takes 45 minutes to an hour to play

-About a 60/40 win to loss ratio, stories get progressively more difficult.

- Game and merch will feature both art from the original video game and fanart

- There will be social media challenges following the kickstarter launch 'please don't break the law doing these challenges... (or don't get caught!)'

- Travis is not in the board game (but he may get a vinyl figure, which will be available through the kickstarter)

-'Strange Boxes' are SF themed loot crates/ puzzles that will be sent out quarterly. They will contain t-shirts and other merch featuring art from various artists, as well as mystery puzzles to solve. You can purchase single boxes, subscribe to receive them as they're released, or purchase all of them and receive them all at once after they've all been released.

- Will there be sheet music in the Strange Boxes? 'No... I never learned music theory... I don't write anything down, its all in my head. I just play what feels good.'

-There will be Kenneth merch

Misc. SF lore and questions for Steve:

- Will Sal return in physical form (in SF2)? 'Depends on your definition of 'physical'.'

- Is Larry a hot dog or hamburger guy? 'He likes both, he just smooshes them together and eats them at the same time.'

- If the characters had voices, is there anyone who you can name? '...I have a particular voice in my head for Sal, I cant think of anyone who sounds like him... Ash sounds like Michelle Trachtenberg or Sarah Michelle Gellar... Larrys voice is like Keaneu Reeves from Bill and Ted but a little less doofy.'

- Steve has not watched the (Featherfall Studios) fan dub, but will watch it eventually

- What happened to Bob (Todds fish)? 'No comment... hes fine, don't worry'

- Are Sal and Larry devious enough to run from the police? 'Probably, it depends on what they did.'

- ' The friends tried to start a band together but it didn't go far... Sal plays guitar, Todd plays keyboard, Ash sings and plays base, Larry plays drums... they didn't play well but they loved it. Played 90s vibe grungy rock. Larry would have definitely been screaming. I didn't come up with a band name... they probably had a big list and kept switching the name.'

- 'Janice's favorite color is yellow.'

- Philip was not one of the people being sacrificed my the cult in ch 5

- Did Sal recognize pastor Phelps as the same person who shot his mom? 'Sort of. He thought it might be the same person, but he wasn't sure.'

- Did Travis ever end up hanging out with Sal? 'Sal tried... They didn't end up hanging out... Travis' feelings were conflicted on becoming friends... he is so stubborn. '

- Have you read any SF fanfiction? 'I haven't... I didn't want it to influence any story decisions.'

- Sal and Travis or Sal and Ash? 'No comments on ships.'

- Why was SF set in the 90s? 'That's when I grew up... a main inspiration was 90s cartoons, so it's set in that time.'

- Was Travis made in a test tube or does he have a mom? 'He has a mom.... I don't wanna give too much away.'

- Do you watch SF cosplay tiktoks? 'Sometimes. If people tag me in stuff I usually watch them... sometimes I search the tags.'

- Are Lisa and Janice friends? 'Of course they're friends!'

- Did Sal ever introduce Soda to Megan? 'No. He wouldn't want to freak Soda out... especially because Chug is freaked out by her. He wouldn't want to go against Chugs wishes. If Soda would have gotten older, maybe he would have.'

- What happened to the art book? 'We had a publisher, but we lost it. We have a new one that's interested... still trying to get it published.'

#sally face fandom #steve gabry #strange nightmares #spoilers #I was sitting and watching this stream while screaming and furiously scribbling notes I AM SO HYPED #i feel a mighty need to draw larry eating a burger and hot dog that have been squished together now lmao #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps

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alarrytale · 1 year ago

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I agree that homophobes already dislike Harry so if Harry was to CO nothing would change there. Republicans and UK conservatives despise him. A while ago on twitter they were trying to get him cancelled for being a gr**mer, which they do with all gay men, and coming up with all kinds of conspiracy theories like him being a pawn to brainwash men into becoming more feminine. I think they turned on him when he went to the Met Gala and looked 'too feminine', and even more so with the Vogue photoshoot. I do worry that him CO will put his life even more in danger, as a public figure, and that he and his fans will be the target of homophobic attacks from the far right. Especially if he makes a huge impact. As they see him as 'brainwashing' others. That really scares me. I don't know how he can get around that other than increasing security and being really careful where he goes on tour. I agree that Harry's target audience is ready for him to CO. Like you said, he is a trendsetter. That's why people love him. He's always been ahead of everyone else but now he risks falling behind. If he continues stunting he's going to hit a wall. He'll either have to CO because the queerbaiting accusations will get too loud or go deeper into the closet. If he goes deeper into the closet I think that'll be more damaging to his career. People will see him as just another 'straight' male artist. Like you said, he's losing a lot of his older fans because of his stunting and his image. The superficial fans will eventually move on. I think HSHQ/Columbia greatly overestimate how damaging a CO will be. I don't think his fans are homophobic. They fantasize about him with women because they're led to believe that he is interested in women. If he was to CO then sure some fans will continue with their fantasizing but most of his fans will adapt. Bradrry was really popular on TikTok. It shows that there is potential there. He needs a complete image change to keep people interested.

Hi,

So, first of all it's important to remember that in regards to the far right, even though their voices are loud and sometimes seems overpowering, they are in the minority. Most of them talk a good game, but they are keyboard warriors, and they will never hang out in MSG, oxford street or in that little italian village where harry seems to spend his time. Outside of that Harry's got bodyguards with him. So the chances of a homophobic physical attack happening to him is slim. Okay? So i don't think you need to worry about that happening. Harry is also very good at responding to things like that. For example his speech to westbor**gh baptist church and his 'bring back manly men' ig post. So he's got that handled. I don't think any of this is what's stopping him from coming out. We as fans are also good at handling people like this. We've been trained to wrangle antis since we were baby larries. So i think we'll be fine.

To your second part. I agree that the fandom is ready for him to come out. But as i've said before, we don’t know what's currently holding him up. It might be louis (and bg), if they plan to come out together. I think harry being in a real and committed, long term relationship would please mostly everyone. We've had our time to project upon him. You can still do it, just understand that he also must be allowed to just live his life and be happy. He's almost 30 years old.

I think it will be such a weight off his shoulder when he does come out, that we might see a whole new man. In a good way. He'd be so much happier, free and joyful and i think all that would be infectious. Fandom would be ecstatic seeing him like that. I don't think he needs a complete image change, but i do think eventually he has to pick a side. He also needs to connect with fandom again, and i think coming out would fix much of that. If he gets closeted further i think it would harm him, his creativity, fandom and his career. People will move on from him i fear. So i hope they don't go there.

#harry image #coming out #fandom

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poptod · 3 years ago

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I have an Ahkmenrah x reader request! The reader usually goes to the museum at night to see Ahk and the rest but this one night they can’t because they have to go with their horrible parents for a dinner or something but Larry calls them telling them that Ahk’s sarcophagus lid is stick and he doesn’t know what to do and ofc Ahk is freaking out and having flashbacks to when no one would open it for him so the reader quickly leaves their parents and runs over to the museum, and the readers trying to comfort him until eventually someone figures out how to open it without breaking his sarcophagus and then the reader spends the rest of the night trying to comfort him bc he’s a lil scared of going back in now but they figure something out. Thank you if you decide to write this! I’m in an Ahkmenrah brainrot (again).

Notes: welcome to the brainrot. i have a few other fics im working on so this may seem a little short but i hope you like it anyway! WC: 993

"Listen to me, you'll be alright," you said, your panicked tone betraying you.

You managed to sneak away from your parents with the common excuse of bathroom time, and you were now hurriedly and quietly calling Larry's phone. He held it up to the tiny crack between the sarcophagus and its' lid. You prayed it was enough for Ahk to hear you.

"I'm so sorry," you continued in a shaky voice. "I'll be there as soon as I can, alright?"

"Fuck," you heard on the other end of the line, weak and high-pitched. "Hurry. Please."

Larry's voice was the one you heard next.

"I tried to get Attila to open it but he tried smashing it with an axe. I think he's gonna try again if you don't get here," he said.

"Fuck, okay." you groaned, rubbing your face. "I don't know what to tell my parents."

"Just say it's your job, they need you."

"I work at a fucking coffee shop, Larry, they won't need me at 11 at night."

"I don't know! Tell them your friend's committing suicide, I don't know. Just get here, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm.. if I leave now it'll be about fifteen minutes, I'm not too far."

"Okay. See you soon."

"Alright."

You hung up and stuffed your phone back in your pocket. Before you left the bathroom you flushed the toilet, just in case, and only then returned to your parents, who still sat at the table.

You blurted out a quick excuse, not even bothering to sit back down. Whatever guilt you might've carried for blowing them off was disintegrated by their stiff and stern expressions; they didn't want you here anyway. They were just traditional, and believed it was important to interact in their child's life. Otherwise they didn't enjoy your company.

It was all a blur––grabbing your jacket, running down the apartment building's stairs, rushing to the subway, dashing from the station to the museum's front doors. Your whole body shook as you ran up the many stairs. Sacagawea waited for you at the door, and opened it when you arrived panting heavily.

"Larry is upstairs, with the Pharaoh," she said quietly, following you as you speed-walked across the room.

"No luck yet with the sarcophagus?" You asked, your eyes locked forward.

"No, I don't think so. Attila and Teddy are with them, though."

You ran up yet another flight of stairs, and after speeding through the entrance chamber guarded by the Anubis statues, you found them waiting around the sarcophagus, whose lid was still shut tight.

"Thank God," Larry breathed out, his shoulders releasing the tension within them. "Attila is – literally so close to breaking this thing."

"Fuck's sake," you groaned.

You knelt down beside the coffin, pushing aside the boundary markers set in place for the public.

"Ahk?" You asked, pressing your hand to the golden markings. "Ahk, I'm here."

"(Y/N)," he said, and pounded against the lid that rattled against its lock. "Gods, there's something wrong."

You could hear him stifling his tears, these quiet sobs he didn't want to show.

"I'm right here. Don't worry," you said softly, nearly pressing your lips to the space beneath the lid.

Despite your day job being a barista in a coffee shop, you studied Egyptology in university, earning a bachelor's in archaeology centered around Egypt and specifically the language. Your own studies continued even after you stopped going to school, ranging from the architecture of palaces to the religious interactions between Sumer, Babylonia, and Egypt.

"Alright," you muttered to yourself. "Looks like the lock has seized up. Not surprising… was the, uh, humidity of this room changed?"

Larry, Teddy, and Sacagawea stared at you blankly.

"… never-mind. There should be a key somewhere but I doubt it'll actually work at this point," you sighed. "Anyone have a hammer or something?"

Those gathered turned to Attila. He had no way of knowing what you asked, but he got the point, and handed you a large, scythian battle axe.

Using the blunt end of the weapon, you pounded against the rusted and swollen lock, abusing it till the lock snapped and broke, falling to the ground with a clatter. Instantly you and Larry were pushing at the sarcophagus lid, forcing it aside with a puff of dust. Ahkmenrah attempted to help by scratching at it till it let open the light, and he sat up abruptly, gasping for fresh air.

"Ahk!" You cried, though the instant you did you were cut off by the air in your lungs being abruptly forced out.

Ahk's arms were around you, squeezing you so tight it cut your breath off. It didn't bother you too terribly, as long as he let you breathe in another minute, so you wrapped your arms back around him and tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Oh Gods, that was the worst," he groaned, shifting so he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "I never want to go in there again."

"I know, I know," you murmured. "You won't have to for a while."

"No." He shook his head. "Never again."

You sighed as he melted into you, both of you falling to your knees in your embrace.

"We could wrap you up in a bag and keep you in the archives downstairs for the day," you suggested, still combing his hair. "If that makes you feel better."

"Yes, please."

"Okay," you whispered, and kissed his temple.

For the rest of the evening, you held him in your arms, kissing his fingers and his head whenever you felt he needed it. Each time he hummed contentedly, and hid himself further in your touch. He breathed in deeply, intaking your scent, before melting into you.

In the morning, you wrapped him up in an easily-escapable bag, and held his hand through the linen till the sun rose. No one would notice if the sarcophagus didn't have its' mummy.

#ahkmenrah x reader #anon #ahkmenrah #night at the museum

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years ago

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Hey, could I get some headcanons for how Sal, Larry, and Ashley would react to a s/o who had a crush on them in high school, only to move back and have an even bigger crush on them in their college years. Their s/o would openly flirt and express their admiration for them but now they’re a nervous shaky mess at any contact or flirting.

Sal, Larry and Ash Flirting Shenanigans

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

Sal

Sal has always been a little shy when it comes to these kind of matters, and back in high school, that was no difference. He'd always laugh at your flirting and your little jokes, thinking you were just being a playful friend. I don't know if he necessarily had a crush on you just then?? If he did it was very small, like the potential to grow because he's dense and doesn't think anyone would really love him. Sal is often lost in his head, y'know? And he doesn't want to ruin the friendship he has with you. When you move away, he's absolutely heartbroken. You are absolutely one of his favorite people, surpassing so many. The two of you try to keep in contact but it's not the same.

And then years later, near the end of college, you're back! Sal is the happiest to see you. He's grown a lot of self confidence, and almost IMMEDIEATELY starts flirting and joking around with you like you did when you were younger. But you're so much more withdrawn, shy, and it confuses him?? He worries if he's making you uncomfortable. He takes it slow with you, trying to ease you back into what used to be your sense of normalcy. You can barely breathe around Sal. He's a bit more grown, a lot more built, his voice is like sweet honey and you feel you're more in love than ever.

How on earth do you even tell him?

Larry

He's the exact same way as you, it's almost laughable. The two of you, in high school, CONSTANTLY joke and flirt around. You always use the smoother pick up lines and make him giggle, he uses the cheesy ones that make you howl with laughter. The two of you are like a duo of hyenas, always cackling. Two pretty best friends even though you desperately want to be so much more. But, you don't want to ruin anything with Larry. He's so sweet, and magnetic, he's a charmer and a little awkward, and it adds to how deeply you adore him. When you have to move away, I am firmly of the belief the two of you cry and hug it out. You try SO HARD to keep in contact with him, but it's hard. And eventually, fades.

Near the end of college, Larry is the first person to find you, wrap you in his arms and hang out with you. He's not as blatant as Sal with the flirting because like, he's a little shy too. The both of you are admittedly shy, and get warm over the smallest of contact. Everyone can so obviously see what's going on, but they're going to make YOU figure it out. It's kinda cute, kinda quirky, kinda headache inducing. The two of you can't even look at each other without blushing, giggling and what not. It's so childish because you're both adults but won't actually just admit how much you love each other.

Oh my gods just say it lmfao.

Ash

She doesn't really react to your flirting?? In high school, she would laugh or say "Reader, that's too much" while laughing. She never really flirted back with you because it's just really her style? But she's super sweet to you and well, the pining is kinda mutual. She doesn't know that you actually like her though - or maybe she thinks that she does but it's really up to you. You, however, keep going and going and enjoy the blush that pops up on her face. Everyone thinks the two of you are already dating based on how chill she is with everything you say. But you're not, and that makes her a little sad. Makes the both of you a bit sad tbh. There's so much pining here - and the worst part? She wanted to confess to you but you're moving away!! Try so, so hard to keep in contact but it's near impossible, and that's a bit hard. I think the two of you are a bit romantic and write letters-but they dwindle.

Eventually, you come back around your final year of college and you visit Ash first. She's so pleased to see you, squeezes you in her arms and twirls you She doesn't always show like, immense emotion, but she's overjoyed to see you again. Hanging out with the gang again, the two of you are very soft, quiet and lowkey. She wonders why you're not really flirting with her like you were before, and how you heat up at the slightest of touch. Even more pining, it's almost maddening how the two of you scurry off from each other.

Kiss her. What are you waiting for, Reader????

#sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sally face headcanon #larry johnson #larry johnson headcanon #larry johnson x reader #ash campbell x reader #ash campbell #ash campbell headcanon

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fluffomatic · 3 years ago

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The Cure for Nightmares

Was able to clear my head enough to write a quick fic to feed my current obsession. Suprising what you can think up at unreasonable hours! Plus, lee!Sal is enough to help me ignore the pain I'm in 😅 Hope yall enjoy!

Fandom: Sally Face

Characters: Sal and Larry (mention of Lisa and Henry)

Relationships: Larry and Sal (strictly platonic!!!) Henry x Lisa (very very brief mention)

Word Count: 1,763

Summary: Larry's night is interrupted when Sal comes to him for help. Luckily, Larry has the perfect solution!

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If u don't like that please don't read. Thanks!

Larry dips his brush into the paint next to him, moving it to the canvas and adding the last couple of strokes to his painting. As he finished he sets the brush down and claps. "You've done it again Larry." He sighs, admiring his own work. He stretches in his seat, letting out a huge yawn. He pulls his phone out to check the time.

"2:29 AM"

"Oh shit. Must've lost track of time." He slowly stands up, letting the blood rush back into his tingly legs. Man how long has he been sitting there now? At least a couple hours he thinks. He throws on a tee and some comfy shorts, shuts off the light and dramatically flops into his bed. His eyes just flutter closed when he heard it. It was soft, very very soft. If his room wasn't as quiet as it was he doubts he would've heard it. A knock. Then another soft knock. He assumed whoever it was didn't know if they were sure of their decision. Nevertheless he stands up and walks to the door. As he creaks it open he sees the cause of the noise. A small figure turning and beginning to walk away.

"Sally? Bro what's going on? Where're ya going?" He places a hand on Sal's shoulder to stop him, causing the latter to flinch. "S-Sorry Larry...I....didn't mean to wake you up." "Dude I wasn't even asleep yet. What are you doing u- oh. Was it another nightmare?" He pulls Sal a little closer and turns him so they're facing each other, thats when he noticed. Sal isn't wearing his prosthetic or his glass eye. It was clear he was in a rush to get down here. "Must've been a bad one..." Larry whispers to himself. "Come on bro. Let's talk." He pulls the younger boy into his room and shuts the door. He signals Sal to sit on his bed. As he does Larry quickly fills the empty spot next to him.

"You look terrible man. Talk to me." Larry places a comforting hand on Sals shoulder, then is shocked when the poor kid bursts into tears. Sal quickly starts wiping his face to stop them but they won't stop coming, only making him cry harder. At first Larry could only watch, Sal rarely broke down in front of him, and when he did it was never this bad. Fuck that nightmare must have really gotten to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, he had a much bigger task at hand now. Larry gently pulls Sal into his chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny, shaking frame. Sal tenses for a brief moment before he quickly throws his arms around Larry, sobbing heavily into his chest. "It's alright man it's okay. You're safe now I'm here. I've got you lil bro." Larry coos comforts softly into Sal's ear, running his hand up and down his back. "M-M-My fault- I-It wa was my hnngh I-I" he sobs, voice coming out in squeaky hiccups. "No. No dude it wasn't. It wasn't your fault dude I promise. You're okay. You're okay." Larry begins to rock the small boy back and forth, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. The two stay like this for what feels like an hour, Sal's sobbing slowly quieting down into soft hiccups until eventually he slowly pulls away.

"You okay man. How're feeling?" Larry quickly asks, a slight worried tone to his voice. "I....I don't...I feel b-bad but...better." Sal wipes his eye. "Fuck I'm s-so sorry dude I....I know I should've dealt w-with this but I couldn't c-calm down I just w-wanted to see y-you. Fuck I feel like a damn kid" Larry grabs him by the shoulder, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You know I'm always here for you dude. There's no way I'm gonna let you deal with this shit on your own. Capeesh?" Sal can't help but smile, another tear falling down his face. "C-Capeesh." He chuckles and wipes the traitor away. "I should probably let you get back to bed. I don't want to wake up Lisa." Larry scoffs "Nah dude I'm not letting you out of my sight! Plus, moms out right now. Remember she went out for dinner with your dad last night? Pretty sure she's still with 'im." Sal fakes a gag. "Eww don't remind me." He giggles and gently slaps Larry's leg. The taller boy let's out a dramatic gasp "How rude Sally Face! And to think I was gonna give you the perfect cure for your nightmares." Sal tilts his head in confusion. "Cure? What on earth are you talking about?" Larry lets out a small snicker. "Well you're lucky I love you so much bro. I'll let you in on this little secret. Some say there's an ancient ritual, one that, if it's preformed correctly, will wash away all bad thoughts!" Sal looks at his brother with skepticism. "Yeaaah right dude. And what is this 'ritual?'" Sal asks, using finger quotes as he says ritual. Larry smirks, placing a hand on Sals arm. "Wanna try? I'm positive it'll help you." Sal shrugs "Sure dude. What do I've got to lOSE!" Sal gasps as he's forcefully pulled over next to Larry, back softly hitting his mattress.

"Gah L-Larry! A little warning next...w-what are you doing?" Sal watches as Larry sits on top of his legs. "I'm starting the ritual! I can't have you squirming away? If its interrupted I'll have to start all over! Now. Let me just." He reaches up to the hem of Sals soft pajama shirt and pulls it up, revealing his tummy. Sal's face begins to heat up as Larry places a hand on his shaking stomach. "L-Larry...what are you gonna d-do?" Larry doesn't answer, he just smiles down at his brother and snickers. "Don't move." He begins to softly trace around Sal's belly, the touches causing the boy to gasp and cover his mouth. "N-Nohoho Larryyyy!" He tries his best to keep the giggles down but fuck does it tickle! Larry's soft touches driving his nerves crazy. Larry continued to trace around his belly and sides softly as he spoke to him. "Now dude the ritual won't work if you don't laugh." With that his tracing finger turned into a claw that skitters and scratched around his sensitive midsection. That earned a squeak out of him, hand flying down to grab at the torturous hand. "L-Laahahaharry stop iihihihiit!! Aahaha not thaahahahat!" Sal couldn't help the frantic flow of giggles pouring put of his mouth, his whole body shaking at even the softest touch. Larry grabs the hand trying to stop him. "Now now. Don't want me to have to start over. Just relaaaaax~ We only just started dude." Larry pulls his hand to the side and uses his other to move up to Sals ribs. Now that got a reaction!

"Aaaaaahahahahahaaa! L-Larry no! Nohohoho no no not there!!! Aaahahahahaa staahahahap stahhahap!! Fuck it tickles maahahahan!!" The ticklish boy underneath Larry began to squirm, arching his body away from that damn claw, but it quickly followed him, latching back on and continuing to scratch in between his sensitive ribs. Sals other hand shakily remained at his face, trying to cover his embarrassment from Larry. Much to his dismay, however, Larry had another idea. "Dude you can't keep messing up the ritual like this. Covering your face?? That's a big no!" Larry pulls the hand he's already got up and grabs the hand at Sal's face. Now with both his arms above his head Larry decides it's time to destroy him. He pushes his hand up under Sal's shirt and tickles up to his pit and back down to his ribs. Sal let out a shriek and bucks "AAAHAHAAA!! LARREEHEHEHEHEEE LARRY PLEASE PLEASE!!! I'M ALRIGHT! AAHAHAHAHAHAAA IM BETTER NOOHOHOHOHOOW! PLEEEHEHEHE HE HE HEEASE!! COME ON IT TICKLES SO BAAAHAHAHAHAAD!!" He squeals again as Larry travels back down his side to squeeze at his hips. Sal snorts and kicks his legs out frantically, tears of mirth falling out of his eye.

"Right Sal were almost done. We just have to finish off strong! It's the most important step." He moves his hand down to Sal's side, still lightly scratching at the spot to elicit more squeaky giggles from the boy. "W-Whaahahat is i-ihihit? What's the gee!! Geeehehehehee t-thehehe last stehehehep?" Larry smirked down at him, releasing his arm and placing both hands on Sal's sides. "Don't worry bout it bro. Just relax! It'll be over before you know it." With that, Larry began his descent, inching his face closer to the quivering belly below him. Sal's eye grew wide, hands flying to push at Larry's head. "N-No! Nononohoho please not that!" Larry peers up at Sal and smiles "Come on Sal! It's the last thing I gotta do. If I don't we gotta start all over!" Sal blinks a couple time before he huffs out a small "fine" and pulls his hands back. "J-Just make it qu-quick..." Larry cackles "sure thing!" His face flys down to Sal's belly, right above the navel and he blows a huge raspberry on thr sensitive spot. Sal shrieks and spasms wildly under Larry, hands flying around, legs kicking out as his whole body shakes with laughter. "AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! AAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU DID IIHIHIHIIIT! FUCK FUCK AAAHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAAHAHAHAHAA!!!" His laugh is loud, mixed with squeaks and snorts. Larry blows a few extra raspberries on his tummy before finally letting up and scooting off.

"Ritual complete! You should be safe from any nightmares!" Larry proclaims proudly before looking over to Sal. "Feeling any better?" He asks softly. Sal lays still on the bed, hand resting on his tummy as he gets the last remaining giggles out of his system. "Th-Thahahat was mean L-Larry fahahace." He glares at Larry but he can tell there's no real malice behind it. Sal just sighs and slowly sits up. "But yea....I do feel better. Thanks Lar." Larry pulls him into a tight hug "Good! I'm glad you had fun." Sal blushes "W-What I-!" He pulls away to see Larry's smirk. "Pssh w-whatever." His face turns a bright red. "Let's just go to sleep..." he mumbles as he pulls Larry down to lay next to him. The rocker pulls him in as they drift off. "Glad you enjoyed it Sally Face. Cause the ritual states I have to preform it every night to keep the nightmares away."

"WHAT!?!"

#tickling #tickle #tickles #tickle fic #sally face tickles #lee!sallyface #lee!sal #ticklish!sallyface #ticklish!sal #ler!larry

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takemebacktowheniwassane · 3 years ago

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Oh, Incorrect Quotes Generator

Alana: Anyone d-

Connor: Depressed?

Jared: Drained?

Evan: Dumb?

Alana: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

This one's a bit more?? Um?? Non-kid friendly TTvTT

Zoe: Guys, is having a penis fun?

Connor: It has its ups and downs.

Evan: It's gets a little hard sometimes.

Jared: IT'S A PAIN IN THE ASS!

Zoe: Jesus fuck, you guys.

Evan: You're a loose cannon, Jared.

Jared: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon, maybe. But a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Alana: I think you play by your own rules.

Zoe: No way, he thinks rules were meant to be broken.

Evan: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Jared: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Connor is the real loose cannon.

Connor: *Smashes a chair*

Evan, trying to convince Connor to join the group: You know... I just thought it'd be good to have someone to come along who's... strong!

Alana: And loud!

Zoe: And grumpy!

Jared: And oblivious to reality!

Connor:

Alana: What did you guys get in your yearbooks?

Zoe: 'Prettiest smile!' :)

Evan: 'Nicest personality!' :)

Jared: 'Most likely to start a bar fight.'

Connor: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one.'

Zoe: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Evan: Tubular AF!

Alana: Mood to the max!

Connor, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Jared, just as annoyed: If she breathes she's a square.

Evan: You KIDNAPPED Connor?! That's illegal!!

Jared: But Evan, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Connor, or destroying our dreams?

Evan: Kidnapping Connor, Jared!!

Zoe: Evan, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these people need you to inspire them!

Evan: What, to KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!

Zoe: To work together!

Evan: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!?!?

Jared: Evan, I thought we both agreed, a stoner is not a people.

Alana: Evan, stop! This isn't you! You've gone mad with power!

Evan: Well, of course I have.

Evan: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Evan: It's boring.

Evan: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

Jared: What was that??

Evan: Remorse code.

Jared: I'm even angrier at you now.

Connor, high off his ass: I'm at least 10 times funnier and sexier than you.

Evan: But 10 times 0 is just 0.

Zoe: Then I guess the jokes on you, because he can't do math.

Jared: I can explain.

Evan: Can you?

Jared: If you give me 30 seconds to think of a lie.

Jared: If you were to vacuum up jello, it'd make a neat noise.

Evan: I beg to differ.

Jared: Then beg.

Jared: This is such a bad idea.

Evan: Then why are you coming along?

Jared: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this all goes terribly wrong.

Connor: *Accidentally hits Jared in the face*

Connor: *Can't decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry', and 'Are you okay'*

Connor: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY??

Evan: What is wrong with you?!

Evan: This is bothering me.

Jared: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Evan: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Jared: You're the love of my life, and my best friend. I would do anything for you.

Evan: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Jared: Absolutely not.

Jared: I was arrested for being too cool.

Connor: The charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.

Jared: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Evan: You and me.

Jared, tearing up: Okay.

Jared: God, give me patience.

Connor: I think you mean strength.

Jared: If God gave me strength, then you'd be double dead.

Connor: I prevented a murder today.

Alana: Really? How did you do that?

Connor: Self control.

Jared: I am not out of control! I am a law abiding citizen!

Evan: Name one law.

Jared: Don't kill people?

Evan: That one's on me. I set the bar too low.

Alana: Whaddaya call a fish with no eye?

Jared, not looking up from his phone: Myxine Circifrons.

Alana:

Alana: A fsh

Evan: I turned out perfectly fine!

Zoe: This morning you thought a ghost made your toast!

Evan: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN, Y O U DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN-

Jared: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE

Evan: Anything, honestly. But nerds especially.

Jared, desperately as Evan bleeds out: YOUR B L O O D TYPE

Evan: Oh! B positive.

Jared: DON'T TRY TO CHEER ME UP, JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Evan:

Evan: It's dark in here...

Jared: Don't worry dude, I've got this

Jared: *Stomps his foot on the ground*

Jared: *Heelies light up*

Evan: Treat spiders the way YOU want to be treated!

Jared: Killed without hesitation.

Alana & Evan, simultaneously: nO-

Miguel: Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Connor: Okay?

Miguel: And make out during the scary parts.

Connor: The-

Connor: The scary parts-

Connor: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Evan: Can you PLEASE be serious for 5 minutes??

Jared: My record is 4, but I think I can do it.

Evan: So that's my plan.

Jared: Are you fine with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Evan: Sure, go ahead.

Jared: It fucking sucks.

Evan: That's not constructive criticism.

Jared: Fuck.

Alana: We've got to work on your cursing.

Jared: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

Connor: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Evan: What did you do-?

Connor: A MISTAKE-

Larry, with his back turned: I've been expecting you.

Connor: How did you do that without turning around?

Larry: I'm gonna be honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Evan: How petty can you get??

Jared: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Jared: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Alana: Aren't you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Jared: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Jared: May I sit there?

Evan: That's my lap.

Jared: That doesn't answer my question, Evan.

Jared: So.. are we flirting right now?

Connor: I'm LITERALLY stabbing you.

Jared:

Jared: That does not answer the question

Aftermath of the last one- lmfao-

Evan: I'm begging you, please go to the hospital-

Jared: Oh, i'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Jared: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Connor: Do you mean literally or figuratively?

Jared: The fact that I have to specify...

Evan: Jail is no fun. I'll tell you that much.

Connor: Oh, you've been?

Evan: Once. In Monopoly.

Evan: Your right.

Jared: That's... an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Jared: Petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday.

Connor, high: Wednesay.

Jared: Not what I had in mind, but i'm flexible.

Alana: Man.. I only ever see you awake. Don't you ever shut down or stop running?

Jared: Oh, i'm always running.

Jared: The question is from what.

Evan: Top 30 reasons why Evan is super sorry! ..Number 5 might surprise you!

Jared: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!

#deh dearevanhansen evanhansendeh connormurphydeh jaredkleinmandeh alanabeckdeh migueldeh zoemurphydeh larrymurphydeh kleinsen #conman kleinphy incorrectquotes lol

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hardyimagines · 6 years ago

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Part 1 - Intruder

Hi could would you be interested in writing a Bane fic were he and one or two of his men need to hideout, and they come across this home kinda of hidden away or in an isolated area and a girl lives there on her own. He decides to keep her alive and eventually they fall for each other. I'd also like him to to be kinda mean and dominant. + She has to stay in main room with bane so he can make sure she doesn't escape😉 I'm sensing a smutty imagine. I like my bane a Dom with choking of course. I don't ask for much do I 🤣🤣

Part 2

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The mountains were tall, overlooking the lit city. Lights lined the buildings for the Christmas season, various shades of red and green. Trees twinkled with applied lights and music played in the distance, tempting people to come to their establishments and enjoy the holiday season. Bane straightened on the cliff. The jacket he wore was bulky with a line of fur, but it wasn’t doing much to protect him from the cold air that whipped around him and his men. Beneath his boots, pebbles and stones bounced from the impact of his shoe and rolled off the side of the ledge, falling down, down, down until they met the ground. It was probably a seventy foot drop. Bane wasn’t on the run. He was never on the run, he didn’t have to worry about someone overpowering him, but he did need a place to sleep at night and because his home had been invaded by the scum of the earth, he couldn’t exactly return there.

“Boss.” The shorter one of his men spoke up. His name was Oscar. “Don’t see no lights on.” He informed his leader. They needed a place to stay for the night, it didn’t matter if it was cold as well and didn’t have any source of heat, at least there would be a roof over their head. This had been the perfect spot. It was high, up out of most people’s eye line and it looked worn and abandoned. The exterior needed a lot of work done and the man was sure that the interior was just the same, but he didn’t care. Not tonight. Tonight, he just needed a bed. Bane’s boots hit the floor loudly as he made his way up the rest of the path and toward the front door. It was silent, not even the wind dared to whistle. He extended his arm, hand curling around the rusted handle before he twisted it. The wood opened without much force and creaked due to the rusted, stiff hinges. He rubbed his lips together before looking around the room. It was dusty and dark, impossible to see anything. He set his hand on the wall, tracing the soft wallpaper until his pointer finger skimmed the light switch. He flicked it on and froze at the sight.

The sink was lined with dirty dishes and it was void of a faucet. Ants raced along the countertop, no doubt fighting to get speckles and crumbs from the remaining food on the plates. Cabinets were opened here and there and the floor looked as if it were in desperate need of a deep cleansing. But Bane wasn’t fussy about any of that, no, he was a little more worried about the girl fast asleep at the kitchen table.

Your hair fell across the surface in messy waves. Despite the filthy home, you didn’t look anywhere near as bad as the place did. He squinted toward you, inspecting your features. You looked just fine. Oscar exchanged a look with Larry, Bane’s other helper, before looking back toward you. He figured this was just a bonus. They had a hostage, something to play with while they waited for morning. But bane had no intentions of harming you — scaring you, maybe, but only so you’d comply. They needed to stay here at least for the night, so they’d be doing that. Whether you said yes or not.

Bane’s thigh bumped the table on accident and the wooden legs wobbled threateningly. The motion startled your slumbering form and scared you even further when your eyes fluttered open. Glistening pools of curiosity and fear latched on to the bald man’s blue eyes. His lips twitched before dragging upwards. He pasted a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips and set his large palm down on the dirty table. A hostage wasn’t a part of the plan, but he was to expect the unexpected. Running his tongue over his lips, his mouth parted as he readied himself to speak, but your sudden movement ceased his words. The chair you were sat in groaned out noisily as the legs scraped along the tile. You rose up hurriedly, breaths deep and shallow, causing your chest to rise and fall rapidly with your worried inhales and exhales. Bane watched you under a heated gaze. No fear danced in his orbs. Why would it? He wasn’t on his own. He didn’t have someone breaking in and waking him. You swallowed thickly, unable to get a single word of question or a believable threat out. Instead, you stood glued to the spot, fingers shaking as your body followed suit.

“Look at her, boss, she’s trembling.” Oscar spoke up. The man was smaller than the surrounding occupants of the room, but that didn’t stop him from being confident enough to approach. The black vest he wore matched his dark trousers. Around his waist, he had a holster and tucked away inside was no doubt a dangerous weapon. You quivered. The soles of your feet scraped the wooden floors as you backed up. He neared without hesitation. “Come here, darling, I don’t bite.”

Run. Your brain pleaded. Cry. Your mind screamed. Beg. Your brain warned. They were going to kill you. Why else were they here? The small bloke grabbed ahold of your wrist and twisted it painfully around your back. His strength didn’t match his stature so it took you by surprise. You weren’t a fighter though. You were quiet, kept to yourself. Obedient. Sweet. Gentle. Too pure for the pain and heartache that the world offered to the city below. That’s why you lived on your own in a dump. Nobody bothered you and you didn’t bother anybody — until now. Bane growled out softly.

“Easy.” He droned. The heavy thud of his boots was enough warning to silence the building cry in your throat. A painful tingle raced along the length of your arm, tearing at the nerves. “Let her go.” Bane demanded. Oscar did so without question. Your arm fell limply to your side. Rubbing the soreness to ease the pain would look weak and you knew that was the last thing that you needed to look right now. Bane crinkled his nose before stepping around the table and moving toward you. Fuzzy-minded and bleary-eyed from your sleep, you sniffled before looking toward him. “Do you speak?” He asked. It was then, as your brain began to register everything other than ‘intruders’, that you realized he wore a mask on his face. It embraced the lower half of him and created a loud hiss underneath his words. You had to strain your ears in order to comprehend him.

“Yes.” The tone of your voice was so soft. Soft enough to make bane want to take your tender throat in his palm and push you out the front door so you could be on your way. But that was too risky. He didn’t want the police showing up.

“Good.” He uttered. He didn’t look toward you further, he simply paced the length of the kitchen before coming to a stop at the counter. Photographs were laid out messily, some stained with unknown substances. He traced the corner of one with his finger before tonguing his cheek. “We need a place to stay.” He looked back toward you. “And we’ve chosen your house.”

“Lucky girl.” Larry chortled out. He sneered. A sickening smile resided on his lips and his eyes warned you to sleep with one eye open. Bane looked to Larry with a warning glare before moving his eyes back to you. Scaring you wasn’t going to do the trick. That was for when you disobeyed or acted like a brat. He inspected you closely. Faint freckles, gleaming hair, soft appearing skin and inviting eyes. He stepped toward you when you didn’t speak. What were you meant to say. ‘No’? A lot of good that would do you.

“It’ll just be for the night.” He assured you. There was no question in his tone. He wasn’t asking, he was telling. “Oscar and Larry.” He pointed toward the table. “Here’s your bed.” His eyes moved back to you. “And you, wherever your bed is, that’s my bed.” The fear in your eyes doubled, and the urge to grab a nearby knife was suffocatingly strong. But it would be so foolish. God knew what kind of weapon he had on him.

“I don’t..” Bane cocked a brow as you spoke up, testing you to deny him.

“Let me tell you something.” He stepped toward you. His hand lifted to your chin, fingers delicate as they traced your flesh. “It’ll do you no good to talk back or disagree. Comply and you’ll be alright.” He lowered his hand to the throat he’d wished to take ahold of earlier. “Bedroom.” He stated again. He felt your esophagus twitch beneath his palm as you swallowed. His grip wasn’t tight or hard so you drew back a step and swiftly stepped around him. He followed hot on your heels, blue eyes twinkling.

The living room was a wreck. Newspapers and old food sat in the place. Flies buzzed, flying from dish to dish to devour whatever was left behind and uneaten. Empty soda cans laid on their sides on the floor and coffee table and smoke poured from the fire place, a sign that the lit flame had died. You moved to the corridor and led him down the tan-painted hall to the bedroom at the end of the way. The door opened without so much as a creak. A bed resided in the center with a blue duvet. It wasn’t the biggest bed, but it would suffice. A window sat in the far right with a nearby vanity jammed pack with various knick-knacks. This was the cleanest room.

“It’s.. this is the only room.” You explained to him. “A.. apart from the bathroom which is just right there.” Pointing to the connected room which held a tub and a toilet, you folded your arms over your chest and slowly backed up.

“Itll do.” He told you quietly. He removed his weaponless holster and then his belt. Draping the accessories over the chair in the corner, he scratched the back of his head before looking toward you. “You can return to the dining room to sleep,” He ushered to the door with his pointer finger. “or stay here with me.” He licked his lips. “But you are to remain under someone’s watch at all times.” Your eyes flickered.

“You mean until morning?” Your question made bane frown.

“I mean.. until it’s safe to go.” His earlier words had been a brief comfort. Oscar and Larry were oblivious to the fact that they’d be hiding out here for a while. But Bane, he called they shots, so they wouldn’t complain. “You don’t get in my way and I won’t be in yours.” He pointed to the bed. “Now, you choose. Bed or table?” His hands moved along his stomach, rubbing the surface before he stepped toward the bed and climbed on to the comfy surface. You slowly followed after him. He didn’t seem to want to hurt you. Or touch you. But the other men.. you didnt trust them in the slightest. This one, you were sure, would’ve let them do as they pleaded and would’ve told you to ‘undress’ or ‘lay down’ if his intentions were to cause physical harm. But he didn’t. He laid down and shut his eyes. But you could tell he certainly wasn’t sleeping.

‘I don’t want to share a bed with you.’ ‘Get out.’ Stab him. Hit him. Run. Climb out the window. Scream as loud as possible. Your mind warned you to do this and that, urged you to get out and away, but you didn’t. Anxiety raced through your body and made you fidget. The quiet sound of your feet padding against the floor told Bane that you’d chosen to stay with him, and when the bed began to jiggle beneath your applied weight, it merely confirmed his initial assumption.

There wasn’t much space, but the two of you managed. He was slumped on his back and you were laid on your side, elbow folded beneath your head to act as an extra pillow. The duvet was crumpled beneath his body and the pillows were crookedly placed. You didn’t want to ask him to move though so you could curl up, so instead, you shivered at his side. So many questions filled your head. You wanted answers, but your throat was dry, tight, and it was impossible to get even a squeak of sound out. You squirmed slightly, legs accidentally skimming his own now and then. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t either. Little mumbled apologies were vacant and he didn’t offer to scoot over to give you more room.

He was so tired. He’d been on his feet all day. Bane knew it was rather foolish to fall asleep so quickly, leaving himself vulnerable to you, but there was no controlling the situation — and you, even if you had the courage to harm him, wouldn’t.

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The embarrassment of the filthy home hit you in the morning. The sun was rising in the distance, it’s rays beginning to pour through open windows to wake the slumbering people, tucked away in their beds. You’d managed to leave the bedroom, undetected and had had about an hour to clean. The other two men who’d come along with the bald one in your bedroom were nowhere to be seen, so you’d taken advantage of their absence. The kitchen table was scrubbed clean and the dishes in the sink were halfway done. You knew it was foolish to worry about cleaning so the intruders didn’t find you repelling, but it was more than that. It was just the judgement that bothered you - it didn’t matter who it came from.

What a poor choice to leave the room without the man in the mask.

Their fingers were rough in your hair as they twisted and tugged, fighting over you. Your hipbones dug roughly into the counter you were learn against, Larry tugging you toward him as he shouted at Oscar. ‘I got first dibs, let her go’, he insisted. Oscar would then yank on you harder, bruising your scalp more so than Larry was. You winced. You pleaded. You moaned out. Internally, you begged for their boss to wake seeing as last night he didn’t seem like he was here to deal with any shenanigans. You moaned out again when Oscar lost his grip on your hair and your body was thrown into Larry’s. He didn’t have an amazing grip though either because the suddenness of your body against his made him topple over and to the floor.

Run. You did. Fool. To the bedroom. Why hadn’t you gone to the front door? Oscar was hot on your heels, sprinting along behind you to try and get to you before you could get to Bane. The door to your bedroom was thrown open roughly. The sound of it was enough to wake the man on the bed, but if it hadn’t of done it then your weight, slung on top of his own, would’ve. Bane woke with a straight face, but internally he was stunned. He sat up tiredly, eyes squinted and brows furrowed in confusion. He looked to you, curled up in a small ball at his side as a panting Oscar stood in the doorway with angry eyes and a fling of regret. And then revenge. You shifted, fearfully cowering away.

Bane sat up further, shielding you from the piercing gaze of Oscar.

“Out.” He ordered harshly. The man in the door obeyed. He twisted around and left the room without so much as an apology. The booming voices, belonging to Oscar and Larry were suddenly overlapping. Arguing. Fighting because they knew they were in trouble. Idiots. “Are you alright?” His question was dripping with concern, but it was genuine. He stood from the mattress, beginning to re-dress in the attire he’d removed the previous night.

“Your men..” You started before falling silent. This wouldn’t help. He was aware of what happened. He didn’t need a play-by-play. “I’m fine.” You whispered out. He nodded. Bane didn’t have time for this. Trouble was following and because he wasn’t a runner, he was a confronter, he needed to know what was happening at all times. Having to go down the hall and shout at grown men for trying to mess around with a younger, female hostage — it just pissed him off. It didn’t help in the slightest, it just slowed him down. He zipped the vest up before leaving the room to handle what has woken him. You curled up on your side and buried your face into your pillow before letting your eyes shut. Your fingers crossed slowly, a silent pray for the men in your dining room to leave today. What would you do if bane came back in and told you they had to stay for more time than he’d said last night. A day, okay. But any more than that.. you didn’t know what would happen.

It was then, in that moment that you realized you were on your own. You climbed off the bed hurriedly, bane’s words playing over and over in your head about how you would always be under someone’s watch. The doors to your closet opened with a loud creak. Your dainty fingers wrapped in a yellow blouse, yanking it out before you then grabbed a pair of jeans. Practically tearing your pajamas from your body, you struggled to move at a quick pace, clothing yourself in something much more appropriate before the return of Bane. And if you had time.. maybe you could get out the cracked window. It was only two stories high. Not too far of a jump. But the sudden sound of thudding boots in the hall made you freeze. Clad only in your underwear, blouse, and a pair of socks, you whimpered out in sudden anxiousness. The attempt to pull on your trousers while also watching the door was poor. Bane was seconds away from stumbling into the room to check on you and you.. well your jeans were only halfway on.

“Alright,” He spoke before he was even in the room. “I’m sorry about that, they’re both absolute idiots.” He continued to talk, his rough voice carrying down the length of the hall. “But you,” He turned the corner, just as you fastened the button on the front of your slacks. “are to tell me if they bother you again. I’ll ensure it doesn’t happen again.” It wasn’t going to anyway. Neither of them would even think about doing vile things to you after what he’d said to them. His tongue pushed against his cheek, hidden by the plastic mask on his face. “But, unfortunately for you,” He inhaled deeply, blue eyes locking on to your own as he stood in the doorway. “We are going to be here for at least a few more days.”

Your body ran hot. Skin on fire. Mouth run dry. The shiver that raced along your spine made you feel weak. No arguing, no complaining, no disagreeing. He wasn’t asking. He was telling. And all you could do was nod. You didn’t have a choice.

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asofterfan · 6 years ago

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What would happen if punk!Lo got strep throat? (I don't think he'd be able to survive history tbh)

(So this is actually something I had thought about turning into a full story but if I try it’ll take me a year so have my ramblings instead)

One day Logan comes to school looking like shiiiiiiit and the others are like “dude what the Hell???” and he responds with a super raspy voice that he has a history exam and he needs to take it so he can write at length all the ways the teacher is wrong since they wouldn’t let him rant about it during class and the others are like “dude shut up stop talking you’re obviously hurting your voice!!” and Logan is like “yolo” so they go to class and the others are worried af, and keep trying to convince Logan to go home but he’s a stubborn motherfucker until in between classes he just straight up collapses

(cue panic among the ranks)

so they drag him to the nurse and they’re like “uh yeah you’re feverish like woah go home” but he can barely stand at that point and he’s like “*shifty eyes* my dad’s.... out of town. Someone throw me into the back of a taxi or something” and so they all start arguing about what to do and whether one of them should accompany him and Logan refusing because “I am NOT interrupting your education, Patton you can’t use me as an excuse to skip math!!”

meanwhile Roman is like, behind Logan frantically mouthing to the others “STALL!!!” so they just start arguing HARDER, Patton is straight up threatening to carry Logan home if he has to and Virgil asks the nurse if she has any chloroform and the nurse is like “I don’t get paid enough for this”

and THEN right before the nurse is getting ready to call the principle cause seriously three of you should be in class and one of you needs to chill...

Mother

fucking

LARRY

bursts in like “I came as soon as I heard, where is The Boy, I have soup in the car, who is running this place why are there so many punks a kid in the hallway hissed at me” and everyone is just staring in stunned silence like “wat” and Roman is like “hi dad!! :D” and then the nurse is like, “uh, I don’t think I can send him home with just anyone??” and Larry is like “I’m one of his emergency contacts” to which Logan replies “wat??” and the nurse goes and checks his file and sure enough, Larry and Dot’s names are scribbled under the emergency contacts section (in handwriting that looks suspiciously like Roman’s) but this nurse is tired and underpaid and Larry is not leaving here without The Boy so you know what, fine, sign here and please take him.

And Logan is like “heyheyheyHEY what is happening??” and Roman is like “you’re sick, dad’s taking you, we’ll all be over after school feel better!” and Logan’s voice is even worse than before from all the arguing and also he’s still feverish so he’s just kind of in a daze as Larry helps him out to his car.

Sure enough, there is a thermos of soup in the cup holder next to the passenger seat. Larry urges him to drink some, and Logan is looking down at his lap and feeling Too Much and croaks out “you can just take me to my house, I don’t want to be a bother...” and Larry is like “first of all: no. Second of all do you know what sort of Hell my wife/son would raise if they come home and don’t find you on our couch wrapped in every blanket we own? I already predict Dot scolding me for not buying more blankets specifically for the occasion. Now shush and drink your soup, you shouldn’t wear your voice out anymore than you already have.”

And Logan is really tired, and sore, and in general feeling twelve kinds of bad, so he sinks down into his seat and sips on the warm broth until they reach the Stone household. Larry keeps his word and situates Logan on the couch under a mountain of blankets (he specifically takes all the blankets off of Roman’s bed and gives them to Logan “as payback for when the little shit turned my and Dot’s comforter into a Victorian ball gown”). He also gives Logan a small Stitch plushie, which he explains has become a good luck charm in their house. He gets Logan some medication, and sits with him for a bit, telling him ridiculous stories about him and Grandfather until Logan finally drifts to sleep.

When he wakes up hours later, Roman, Patton and Virgil are sitting on the floor in front of the couch doing homework, giggling as Dot scolds Larry for not getting more blankets for Logan. And Logan is just sort of blinking slowly in confusion, not quite awake and still a little feverish, but Virgil notices him, and smiles softly, gently moving to push back Logan’s bangs, stuck to his forehead from the sweat of the fever, and stroke his hair. He rests his head on the couch next to Logan and whispers, “weird, right?” because of course Virgil understands.

And then Roman notices too and shouts “HE’S AWAKE” only to be immediately shushed by the entire household, but Dot and Larry come to check on him, Dot taking his temperature and making him drink a glass of water and take some more medicine while Larry rambled about the time Pop Pop called a priest to try to cure his cold. Obviously Logan is in no condition to go home, and Virgil isn’t about to leave him alone, and Patton doesn’t want to be left out, so slumber party it is, but Dot and Larry remind them that they (minus Logan) still have to go to school the next day so “stay up late at your own risk”.

The boys fill Logan in on what he missed at school, and how the teachers didn’t know what to do with all the extra time they had since they didn’t have to debate with Logan every five minutes. Eventually Logan starts to drift off again, mumbling to Roman about how “your parents are weird” which makes him and Patton roll their eyes fondly.

Needless to say, it’s the quickest he’s ever recovered from an illness. And he figures… maybe he won’t correct the nurse about the emergency contact thing.

#long ass answer but YEET #I love Dot and Larry okay #punk au #my writing #I wanted to make this into a full story but I have so many WIPs already #so #here we are #Anonymous

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