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I'm Alive I Swear

So Hi um... didn't expect to get so many likes on my fic post and surprisingly got a follow. And that made me feel nice.

I plan to continue the main fic so don't worry finals are over for me so it gives me more time to write about a game that I have fallen in love with. And a few more fandoms may be on the way so look out for that! (I'll update that soon, but for now Sally Face)

I'm still taking fanfic requests, please I beg I will write anything sally face related! (18+ will be taken as well)

So Be on the lookout for posts coming up, and different Fics in the making.

And again thank you for the like and my one follower out there, knowing that people like what I write makes me happy bc I'm that the fandom likes it as well. And again thank you!!

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Larry : Something’s wrong with me...

Ash : …

Ash : Oh! Sorry, was I meant to act surprised?

(dw dear sally face fans that follow me, I still do sf incorrect quotes, I just have a hyperfixation on sanders sides and making some incorrect quotes of these fruity fellas is so fun)

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It's aall i want me I want my works to be loved by one an all, a reblog or like always make my day😭

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Open for fic/ one-shot commissions

Yo sally face fans.

I'm open for you guys to share ur ideas on what i shoulld write. Any sally face hcs, fics, smut. ect

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I just want them all to be happy is that too much to ask

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Sal : Larry, you need to calm down.

Larry, slamming his fists on the table : BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

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More SalAsh brain rot

I love them as an angsty couple

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Smoky Rose (Hanahaki Disease Fic)

Fan Fic Reader X Larry Johnson

Tw: slight use of drugs (mainly weed), lil salliva

Larry was having one of those days again. The day was moving by slower than it was supposed to, drifting in and out to sleepness as he attempts to complete the semester's midterm before spring break. As time ticked and ticked, the pissed he got looking at the numbers on his paper til he couldn't take it anymore.

"Can I go to the nurse I'm not feeling the best," the said quickly raising his hand.

The teacher, who was as ready to leave for the break as everyone else shook his head.

Larry quickly got up from his seat and nearly speed-walking out of the silent room into the halls of the school. With this, he could take a painful sigh of relief. He couldn't focus with his mind in a panic. He needed to calm his mind for a brief moment. Hopefully, the teacher wouldn't notice he was gone for too long. He made his way down the halls to the janitor's closet. Just as he opens the door he's shocked to see a small figure curled up in the corner next to the paper toilets, rolling a blunt.

The figure looked up at Larry, shareing his shock but soon sighing in relef as he closes the door behind him.

"That better not be my secret stash," his wisper was harsh but playful

"Of course not~," dragging your words as you pull out ur lighter "What a puff?"

"Your going to ask me if I want a puff of my own stuff in my secret hiding spot?"

"Well if you put it that way-"

"Just hand me the stupid blunt," he laughs as he sit down next to the dirty mop and playfully snatchs the blunt and lighter from you. "I recon your haveing a shitty day too?"

"Oh, boy don't I have a story to tell you!" You stood up in the cramped little closet telling the story about how you've been going through a runt with your art teacher about your art group project and how Travis, one of your group partners, was making a problem. Larry sat and listened to it all, nodding his head as smoke filled the cramped room.

He always thought it was funny how you always had to stand up and move around to tell a story, the way you pouted when you were upset, everything about you was amazing to him. Maybe it was the smoke, he thought so many times. But the more he spent time with you the more that funny thought turned into something more, something stronger, something that for the past few months he has finally realized. At that moment in time, he wondered what you both could be.

...

"-LARRY!"

"Huh," he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts, soon realizing that you was leaning infrount of him snapping your fingers in his face.

"Were you even listening?" You frowned

"Oh yeah ofcourse! Yeah Travis, total dickhead-" Larry stoped as you giggled, and lightly grabbed the blunt between his lips.

"I think you've had enough of this," you giggled as you slipped the blunt between you your own lips. "So why you here, don't you have a midterm today?" You say as you try to flip your light struggleing.

And at that moment something happened. Larry didn't know what, but he felt something. That weird itchy feeling in his chest grew stronger and it wasn't from the smoke. He knew. He always knew. But the words never slipped out his mouth the right way.

"Oh umm... just... math test, yeah math test."

"Guessing you couldn't focuse?"

"Yep"

"Well that's understandable," Take one more puff before standing up and handing it back to Larry. "Just don't stay in here for too long."

"Wait your leaving already."

"Yeah I have to head back before the are teacher begins to wonder where I am."

"Oh," he sighs as you reach and twist the handle of the door.

"Awwwww, is lil Lar-Bare gonna miss me," you mimic in a baby-like tone

"Fuck you," he yells as he grabs a dirt cloth and throwing it at you but not before you close the door, leaveling the damp cloth slide down the door. Leaving him with himself and himself alone.

He sighed looking down at the blunt he had given back to you. The itchy feeling was getting worster by the day. Everyday that he saw you the feeling always got worst. And knowing that information scared the shit out of him.

He liked. Liked really, really liked you. Yet every time that those words came to mind, he pushed them away not giving them a second thought. But now the slightest thought of you drove him crazy, nuts even.

Before those thoughts took over again he quickly took another puff hoping the smoke would help with his over riding mind. Yet as he took his puff the quickly began coughing, from such a strong inhale. He coughed and coughed hoping that the sting would go away in his chest but it only got worse. So caused something to come up from his throat in sharp pain. Quickly spitting it out on the tile floor of the closet. Catching his breath he looked over to what he had and regurgitated, to his shock he found something unusual.

Two red rose petals covered in saliva on the floor

"What tha-"

I hoped u guys enjoyed this quick lil writing session. Might turn tis into a longer fic , who knows

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This will mainly start out as a Sally Face blog but as I join more fandoms I will add more to what I like the writer. But right now I will stick with Sally's face for right now.

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