#im larrying so hard

[s0urfangs]

Larry you have a free will you do NOT have to listen to the mycelial network that tells you rot and decay is 👍👍👍👍👍. You have GOT to stop only having romantic interest in necromancers it's REALLY WEIRD

[rainbowbeanstyles]

don't mind me im just posting some great fics i've been rereading non stop that you have to read🫶

Bulletproof by justahappycloud

No Good Deed (Goes Unpunished) by JasTheLarrie

The Green Room by JasTheLarrie

Of Sunshines and Sweethearts by tippitytap

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet In Time (Is That True For Yours And Mine?) by tippitytap

I Want To Tell You That I Love You (but i can't speak) by tippitytap

my gorgeous, my darling by tippitytap

Golden by sheyla

Desperation Was My Sanctuary by InsightfulInsomniac

i would know you from touch alone by staybeautiful

On The Horizon by FitzAndLarry

wanting you, haunting me by honey_beeing

My Hands at Risk, I Fold by yourgorgeouscolors

Wither & Bloom by The_Dixie_Pixie

Caffeine Withdrawals by corrinebailey

if we make it through december, we'll be fine by penceypansy

different lengths, different stories, all too good!

[thekingofspin]

my favourite ghosts episode is the bone plot.

it makes me sob every single time.

humphreys story is so tragic, he tried so hard to make his wife happy and nothing he did was good enough.

he spent his life alone barely able to speak to his wife and now he's dead bc he can't move around with the other ghosts he's still alone. still barely talks to anyone.

people only ever go to him if they want something. just like his wife.

HUMPHREY DESERVES SO MUCH MORE.

[ilonacho]

Did you... did you draw one of Rippen and Larry too? 👉👈

I was going to eventually but thanks to you I did yes ❤

[dobythealpaca]

a wip for the Larry lovers <3

aka art for mainly me and like three other people-

[wewerebornsextuplets]

i've said it before but i'll say it again. it is incredible how you're able to write a good oc story, especially one centered around grief and dysfunctional family dynamics. i love kiru as a character a lot and it's almost haunting how much her struggles and growth remind me of myself and what i'm going through. i don't know how much of it you based on your own personal experiences, but it feels good to know people are out there making such fleshed out stories about lived experiences, and it makes me feel less alone knowing this.

OKAY im supposed to be asleep by now (tried and failed and i will try again soon. my schedule is very irregular) but this ask was particularly touching so i really wanted to answer it before bed.

i cannot describe how much it warms my heart that ive been able to help you feel less isolated in your experiences with kiru + her story. i will say that it's a bit far from being a 1:1 to my experiences, but a lot of it Is very much based on either my life or the lives of my relatives and others close to me, so it's definitely quite a personal narrative. i won't lie, writing her story has honestly been very cathartic for me, since i started working on her when i was VERY fresh from a rough patch in my life; at the risk of getting too personal, i was having panic attacks almost every day for a 2-3 month period because of how hard it was for me to grapple with everything. (PLEASE DON'T WORRY IM DOING MUCH BETTER NOW)

writing kirus story has helped me to process a lot of my own emotions and struggles surrounding grief, and in working on her ive made a lot of progress in how i manage myself and handle grief. as a result she's become very personal and important to me. to be able to share that with another person through her and to communicate these things in a way that other people can connect to is something that's made me indescribably happy. we are not alone even if we don't really know one another <3

[bluewinnerangel]

Seeing you saying "I am really tired", "M busy", "I have work" is really weird tbh. I really thought you are a cool grandma who's sole job is sunbathing and making ridiculous larrie theories. I was like - she works? That's weird. lmao.

i agree

[andreaheartscats]

me when i remember.

[autisthottygoth]

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[object44object-moved]

NO

[kamisama1kiss]

IM SHAKINH PLEADE WTOYE GOR SALLY FACR

YESSS 🫡🫡 I love writing for Sally Face, so this was something I had very fun writing around with🫶🤭

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What would be their type of love language? {Sally Face Headcanons}

~ Sal Fisher ~

Physical touch

- He melts into your touch like a cat laying in the sun.

- He was very awkward with the first touch of anything hugs, kisses, hand holding, cuddles, and so on and so forth.

- Only growing more and more comfort in your overall aura.

- Holding hands or minimum pinky while walking and in public, feeling some sort of safety when having you close and being able to easily reach out if anything.

- This also happens with his lack of physical touch of growing up after his mother's passing.

- When your cuddles give him a sense of stability, even more so when waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. (sadly often so)

- The very first time your hands gently cupped his unmasked face, tears streamed down his face, warmth of someone's touch felt healing after such a long time.

Acts of service

- Loved to do even the simplest of tasks for you

- Would help with folding laundry, wash the dishes, making your bed

- Every task turned into a duo project with him around. He refused to let you do chores or anything in the matter of fact alone.

- You're doing the dishes, he finds out and boom he is next to you drying the dishes

- Even bringing you small little snacks or drinks as he noticed your lack of intake for the day

- Legit, if anything can make your day even just a little easier, he simply just does it.

~ Larry Johnson ~

Quality time

- You want to spend alone time in your room? Think again it's alone time WITH Larry in your room

- Even if there was no speaking or interaction as he could be painting and you doing who knows what

- Knowing you we're there, knowing he isn't alone only made him fall more in love with you. (If that's even possible?)

- Larry has to go to the store for his mother? He will drag you along with him.

- Jumps at any chance to have you by his side, even for a mere moment.

- Of course, if you genuinely need space, he respects it and comes back when you feel better. Just know he'll be a tiny bit clingy for the next hours or so depending on how long the time separated was.

Words of affirmation

- This man has a way with words like no other. It's almost as if he has been practising for this very moment

- Coming up behind you with no warning, giving you a compliment

- Daily reminds you how proud he is of you for doing your absolutely best, knowing there are hard times for everyone at many moments of their life

- When in more of a public places he can come up with a few smaller comments such as "You've truly been helpful all day." Or "Thank you for being here with me" and words such alike these.

- Now, when we talk more of private settings, he'll get more personal and sentimental. "You make every moment we spend feel like a breath of fresh air." Or "I am truly the luckiest boyfriend, with someone like you on my side"

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I've reached over 1000 likes all together with all my posts! I am so very happy and grateful for anyone who has interacted with any of my content 😚🫶

[thesiltverses]

This is a very niche question but I can't help but wonder if Devlin was named after the english judge Lord Devlin? I'm seeing some connections to his paternalist values and belief in upholding a "common public morality" even in the context of purely private acts... but maybe im reaching!

I hadn't heard of Lord Devlin until you mentioned him so I don't think so!

Someone asked me a while back about the name and I couldn't remember exactly how it came about. At some point I think I'd been reading a book about the 1961 Western-backed overthrow and murder of Patrice Lumumba in the Congo, and one of the chief players was CIA station chief Larry Devlin, a guy whose role in the coup and lucrative business relationship with the ensuing strongman regime really epitomised the spirit of 'clownish, reactive and petty profiteer playing the part of an Objective-Minded Man of Action Who Makes The Hard Decisions For The Good Of All' which makes up much of the political satire in the show.

So I thought that might have been the inspiration, but it's also possible that I'm making that up after the fact and it's just a coincidence!

[glitterforashes]

Hey, idk if you’re still active but if you are could you do Larry HC please!

𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

>>>>> heyyy chat so contrary to popular belief i am indeed alive (but barely) and upon remembering i do have a page and multiple people who would like to hear from me i decided to drop a lil single iykwim 🔥. no but on a srs note im sorry for disappearing and I hope u enjoy! thank you for requesting, lovely <3

is the modern day Bob Ross

has so many pairs of jeans with paint and pen marks all over them

regularly walks around with a blunt tucked behind his ear

is actually the sweetest dude ever

is way smarter than you’d think he is

regularly asks to paint you, only to end up painting something completely different

walks you to your classes at school (on accident. you always end up crossing paths and then he starts yapping and forgets you two dont have the same classes and proceeds to have to sprint to make it to his own class on time)

yall first met through the elevator. you were waiting for it, and the doors opened, and he was inside with earbuds in very aggressively playing an air-guitar solo. stood up straight the second he realized you were there and then refused to speak or look at you for the elevator ride. was so embarrassed he wanted to cry. he told Sally about it. Sally laughed at him so hard he started coughing.

you started seeing him around more often after that, and you two became friends

your name in his phone is “Blink” because when you first met all you did was stare at him then blink very slowly.

his name in your phone is “Master of Puppets”. i will not be elaborating

you spend a lot of time in his apartment

his mom has stopped asking if you’ll be over, just asks when so she knows if she needs to make extra supper.

he steals YOUR clothes. if you accidentally leave a tshirt at his place you’ll never see it again

stares unblinkingly at you sometimes. it freaks you out.

“larry. im about to poke you in the eye.”

“oh, my bad dude.”

you two have a best-friends-that-get-asked-if-they’re-dating-constantly-and-say-no-but-would-also-marry-each-other kind of friendship

is a rememberer. remembers every little thing you tell him. you like apples? there will be apples at his place next time for you. you dont like being cold? he turns his ceiling fan off when you come around.

is very attentive, but nobody would ever know because he never comments on what he sees.

you signed him up for Homecoming King elections one year. he did NOT find it as funny as you did.

he won.

the popular kids were pissed.

he was pissed.

you laughed your ass off.

has LED’s in his room. they’re always blue or red.

paints his nails

tried to pierce his own ears once. it didn’t work. he showed up at your door with a stud earrings poking through his earlobe and blood running down his neck.

“larry what the freak did you do.”

“earrings :(“

likes to cuddle once he gets more comfortable with you

if you two are sitting on the couch together, his arm is permanently over the back of it and by default around you in a way

manspreads like no other. its so annoying.

actually is a gentleman and very considerate

doesn’t ever flirt with you too hard or initiate physical touch, lets you do it to avoid making you uncomfortable

is playful

“larry, you’re standing too close.” “scared you’re gonna fall in love?” “you wish.”

once you two are very comfortable around each other he’ll come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder or on top of your head and slink his arms around your waist real lazily.

“whatcha doin?” “minding my business.”

at first, if you stayed the night, he’d sleep on the floor despite your protests and let you sleep in his bed.

now you two share his bed, and occasionally wake up with your legs tangled together.

loves being little spoon even though he would never tell anybody but you that fact.

bagel bite enthusiast.

larry chucked a sweater at you as you sat on his bed, poised and rigid, trying to be a good model for his still-life portrait of you. “what’s this for?” you asked. although majority of his body was hidden behind the canvas, you could see the slight movements of his arms and shoulders as he moved the paint brush across the scene. “you’re shivering.” he stated shortly, clearly in focus mode. although you didn’t know how he could manage to focus so diligently with Sanity Falls blaring from his record player and filling every crevice of the room.

“sorry.” you said, quickly tugging the sweater on then re-assuming your previous pose. you didn’t know why you agreed to model for him every time he asked. zero out of ten times has the portrait ever actually turned out to be a portrait of you. once, he literally made you pose for an hour just to end up painting a picture of himself riding a unicorn. you were pretty sure he had smoked a little more than his body weight could handle that day. his brown eyes peeked from over the canvas every so often, observing you, which you didn’t mind. larry had probably seen more of your body than you cared to admit, or realize, considering you two felt more than comfortable changing in front of each other and sleeping with just tshirts and underwear on in the same room.

it felt like hours had passed before you saw larry rise from his seat on the stool, his knees and elbows popping loudly as he stretched. “alright. the genius has concluded his work.” he smirked, glancing at you through his lashes. “larry, i don’t even think you know how to spell concluded.” you teased as you followed his lead, standing and stretching and groaning as your muscles began to loosen again.

“so, what creature did you paint this time?” you walked towards him but he grabbed the canvas and held it close to him, squinting his eyes at you. “uhm, you can’t see it.” he said sassily. “uhm, ‘i cant see it’ my left nut! i just sat and posed for two hours dude, let me see!” you advanced on him and reached your hand out to grab the canvas but he ducked away, extending an arm out to keep you at a distance. “okay! fine, but you have to stand there,” he pointed to a spot a few steps away, “and close your eyes.”

you pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips as you dramatically took a few steps back and closed your eyes. “gosh, how atrocious could it be if i need to close my eyes first?” you said. usually, he’d chuckle or laugh, but he didn’t this time. you heard some rustling and then a beat of silence before he said, “okay, open them.”

you opened your eyes and your hands immediately flung to your mouth, covering it as your eyes widened. in front of you was larry, in all his messy-haired, paint-splattered-jean, muscle tank top glory holding a painting of you. a hyper-realism painting of you. he managed to fit *every* detail into it, capturing every dip and curve and mark on your face. the painting only went from your shoulders and up, but that alone had you on the verge of tears.

“larry..” you mumbled, taking a step forward to examine it closer. he even managed to note the small freckles you had, so small that you forgot you even had them sometimes. “do you like it?” he asked quietly, his demeanor starting to change from nervous to insecure. “yes!” you said quickly. “yes, yes i love it! it’s beautiful.” you said. you stepped forward and took the painting gently from his hands and placed it on the easel before launching your arms around his nape, falling into an easy hug as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and rested his cheek on top of your head.

“thank you.” you said quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome.” you two stood like that for a bit, neither of you ready nor feeling the need to break the hug, when you felt him mumbling against your hair. “huh?” you said. he lifted his chin and repeated, “c-o-n-c-l-u-d-e-d. concluded.”

one, two, three beats of silence before you were giggling and slapping his shoulder, looking up at his smug and smiling face. “oh whatever! you probably googled that. that’s why you told me to close my eyes.” “oh you wish! don’t be bitter cause im smarter than you.” “you could only dream of being smarter than me.” you smiled, shaking your head with laughter. your laughter turned into a lazy grin as you rocked your bodies side to side, looking at his face. “seriously, thank you.” “no problem.” he said. you turned your head away from him to glance behind you at the painting. it wasn’t until then that you noticed a very small, very enthusiastic stick-figure rendition of larry in the corner of the canvas holding up a flower. you decided you wouldn’t tell him you noticed as you smiled again, wondering how you managed to make a friend like him.

[geordikisser]

comforting you! | tanner + larry

epilogue: my last post i made hcs on the boys and i want to continue on these two lovely ladies.. basically these two are terrible with they’re words and say something that offend you.

♥︎ isaac, softwilly & yumi ver. !

content contains! slight angst :^, poor spanish .. D-:

⤷ gender isn’t specific! (gender neutral.)

♡ larry: he stops within his tracks when he realized what he said to you. you furrowed your brows as you felt your heart sink instantly. he starts waving his hands around anxiously, “no no no!! mi amor! i-i didn’t mean it like that!” he takes a step towards you, gently holding your hand. “larry..” you whimpered softly, your breath hitching holding back heavy emotion. “no no, i’m so sorry baby oh my god.” he smiles weakly as it drops instantly when he sees a tear fall down your cheek. “oh mi dulce bebe. sit, sit with me.” he guided you to the couch, sitting you down with him. “mírame, cariño.” he murmurs, his gentle gaze meeting your distorted one. his heart aches. “i’m so sorry, babe. i didn’t realize it came off that way.” he hums as he pulls your hands from your face.

“can you tell me this, my love?” he asked. you look up, your gaze softening. “what upset you? was it how i said it? or was it what i said?” you look away, shying away from answering. you lean into him as you shudder, feeling his arms around you. “it’s what was said.” you answer, shuffling in your seat. he hums in response and nods as he rocks you back and forth. “lo siento mucho mi dulce bebé.” he kisses your head and shakes you as he does, chuckling as he hears you groan. his small laugh leaving you smitten. “i was just jokin’, pranking even. i never meant for you to take it to heart, ever.”

♡ tanner: your eyes are filled with tears as tanners mouth is agape with what he said. “babe?” he lifted his hand to each for you and you shy away quickly. “oh.” he gulps harshly as you fall back onto the bed, your breath hitching. you hold onto yourself as you see tanner in front of you. he sits besides you after a good 30 seconds. tanners complexion was.. puzzling. he didn’t know what to say at first but making the first step is a hard thing to swallow for him. he gets a grasp of your hand and pulls it into a gentle hold. “look at me, babe.” his tone dripping in fear. he wanted to make sure he says the right thing. you look at him, furious with him. you want to be angry, this can’t keep being a common thing with him. you feel as if it is. “me not knowing what to say isn’t really an excuse but, i really don’t know what to this time.” he starts as he squeezes his eyes shut. “but id like to try and understand.” he looks into your eyes.

your tears staining your cheeks. “fighting with you feels like the end of the world and im tired of this pit in my stomach everytime we have an argument. it makes me scared.” he looks away. “and you understand that, when no one else probably could.” he laughs awkwardly. “i try with my words, i try really hard. you know that, do you?” you sigh as you nod. he kisses your cheeks gently. “i’ll try my damn hardest.” he grins at you, you not containing a generous one back. “i’m sorry, baby. i’m more sorry than i was yesterday and half as sorry as i will be tomorrow.” he caresses your cheek, his eyes dimming lowly.

[cunttom]

May I present a hypothetical? Let's say you'd been called on to write for Eddworld after Edd Gould's passing. What would you do differently from the canon we have now?

well its hard to say with whats been done w it clouding hindsight, ykwim? its hard to imagine a tord conception without the end, or no ellsworlds, or no fun dead...plus, fan reception is really difficult to work around a la tomska being put under insane scrutiny and criticism while also being weirdly exalted.

Firstable id be ten yrs old so it would be extremely difficult. my comic at the time was umbreon and flareon, and it was extremely derivative of the looney tunes show.

jests aside, MY EDDS WORLD

im actually really into a lot of tomskas undeveloped/fumbled ideas. the red leader? i like it! i want to go into it!

i would love to add more depth, detail, plot...i think id do silly episodic universes, like vamp hunter tom, zombeh stuff, more alt universes like saloonatics/ellsworld, SIDE CHAR FOCUSED EPISODES EXPANDING ON THEM GIVING THEM CONCRETE STUFF (ie paul/pat, bing/larry I WOULD SOOOOO FUCK THAT UP I WOULD DESTROY HER) , noir episode, a neighbors adventure!!, make them just go out and do fucked up stuff. maybe an episode like, pursuing an enigmatic foe with increasing drama revealed to be tord but that diffuses the tension totally on purpose and edds like OHHH its ok its the baddest bitch. and toms like i think hes trying to kill anyone who stands in his way on his road to the top! and matts like i think his choice of lair carpeting is atrocious! and edds like HAHA thats my bad bitch <3

i want tordedd king/knight constant competition adorationobsessionhatred real so bad

i would never do the end. that shit is so bad. its just rotten. sorry tomska. no "tord return" no "giant robot" no "tom kicked out" whatever the hell. oh my gawd.

poweredd is cool ill keep poweredd. except monster tom and eduardos stupid second place trauma. fun dead.

id like to think i would write the characters. better. not legacy tom or legacy matt. hopefully.

theres just such a tonal issue with legacy, where like baby-level events are tragedies. i...really would seek to avoid that.

[wewerebornsextuplets]

i need to lock in on attacks but... comic ideas......... AURGHH