#ian scribbles

[ian-the-existential-crisis]

Oh? I wasn't playing around. I'm totally writing a Kit-centric Jentry Chau fan fiction that's going to be multiple chapters and upwards of 55k long. I just don't know if I want to write it being platonic ot4 or romantic yet.

Long live Kit!

So... Human. [Preview]

Humans were like the big horse fly in the corner of his room that had become the unknowing victim of a predator. The daddy long legs spider had, at some point when his eyes were busy elsewhere, ventured up to the opposite corner of the room, spinning a decent sized web. It was laying in wait for the horse fly to buzz around the room again, for it to land on the soft threads of the spider's webs.

In that way, Kit could see how the horse fly was like a human. That made him the spider then. He was currently weaving a new identity, the supple skin of a young boy for this job. Was it even a job? He lived off of life force, stealing a person's very energy to live. That probably made him worse than a spider. Or were they the same? A spider, he had learned from his short time enrolled in a human schoolhouse on the outskirts of Korea a few hundred years ago, would suck the blood from whatever got caught in their web, leaving the shell of a body wrapped in its silken threads. Is that not what he did, with less blood?

Kit hummed to himself, looking down to select the eye color. A deep brown would go well with the navy blue of the British school uniform he would be forced to wear, but most of the children attending the school had soft baby blue eyes.

Decisions, decisions.

Normally when it came to stalking his prey, he wanted to make himself the most likeable version that he could. Sometimes that meant being a beautiful woman with stunning platinum blonde hair, sometimes that meant being a young boy with baby blue eyes so he could fit in.

He needed to do more research on his prey. Or rather, the child that would lead him to his prey. The shui gui that had bought his services had paid him half up front, and the other half would be given to him once he fulfilled his part of the bargain.

Beihe, he was pretty sure that was the water gui's name, had asked him to bring her a specific woman. The easiest way to get to her was through her son. She was a married, faithful woman of the church, so he couldn't seduce her like he had done for so many others. And he only needed to bring her to the water's edge at night. If he couldn't do that Beihe said he could drop her corpse at the bank of the river, but he hated having to kill. Even if it was necessary. But he had done it before and he would do it again. He had to. The fish that Beihe promised him wouldn't last forever. And the nourishment he got from animals always seemed less filling than that of humans.

[dragonlikeleaves]

Who Meme’d It?

[anbaisai]

Speaking of Halloween costumes - I suddenly remembered I have a very unused piece of trivia about Mayu which is she used to be really into magical girl stuff as a kid, but is definitely too embarrassed to admit that around all the boys at NRC

But since she has no magic, I need to bring back one of my favourite images of all time:

It says "I, Sakura, will show you today what a magical girl (really) is" and you know what. Since all the boys get magic it's only fair the girls get hammers 😤🔨✨

[ilikemicrowaves]

Remember how I said what if I was insane. I am.

[marrowy]

reposting since i wasn't vibing with the other version

bonus isolated ian

[tylernolbottle]

some smosh scribbles

[taintedtowers]

DOATK-TOBER DAY 6 - THE WRECK

BODIES ON ASSEMBLY LINES

[psi-scribe]

I should never be allowed to be let loose into a (mostly) second hand book shop. But I was so now my bookshelves must live with the consequences.

And I have to decide which to pick up when my current stack gets thinner.

[followingthebutterflies7]

Perfect Timing

Spencer Agnew x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: When you discover you’re pregnant, you and Spencer choose to share the news with the Smosh crew in the most you way possible.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mild emotional themes, brief mention of morning sickness.

A/N: This story is inspired by the amazing @hayleythesugarbowl and their fabulous story Try Not To Laugh: Crew Baby Edition with Ian Hecox. Thank you so much for your work of art! Please go check them out and give them some love!

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The timing was perfect. You couldn’t have planned this any better if you tried.

You, of course, told Spencer first. You had been in the bathroom of your shared apartment a little too long and he had come to check on you. He found you standing in shock, staring down at the counter where there was a pregnancy test with two little lines shining like a beacon.

He looked at the test and then you in utter disbelief. Tears started to gather in his eyes.

“Are- are you?” He looked to you for confirmation. You simply nodded, still too stunned to speak.

Spencer wasted no time in enveloping you in his arms, kissing you deeply, and saying he had never been happier than he was in this moment.

He accompanied you to every single doctor's appointment. He held your hand throughout, recorded the heartbeat to listen to when you both got home, and pinned the sonogram to the fridge in pride.

Weeks passed and things started to get more obvious. You would have breakfast at home, and then as soon as you arrived at work you would immediately run to the bathroom as it came back up. You needed to take more breaks than usual, even needing to sit out of a couple of Challenge Pit videos. And your belly was starting to grow. It wasn’t obvious, but you felt as if everyone was staring at your expanding middle.

You knew it was time. Time to tell everyone the special little secret. And the timing was perfect.

The opportunity presented itself in the form of filming the next Try Not To Laugh Gauntlet with the crew.

Spencer had asked, gently, if you wanted to announce it privately. At home. With just the two of you and maybe your closest friends later.

But you’d said, “No, I want it to be us. I want it to be ours. And if we do it this way, we’ll always have it on video.” And he had wholeheartedly agreed.

So now here you were, sitting just off-camera, your nerves hidden behind a calm smile.

You’d done enough of these now that the rhythm was second nature. Prop tables lined with unexplainable objects, last-minute bit ideas scribbled on index cards, everyone in various stages of ridiculous costume prep. The usual hum of light-hearted nerves, caffeine, and last-minute creativity buzzed around the set.

But beneath all that, there was something else humming in your chest.

Something new.

Spencer was standing next to you in your chair, he being the one to make sure it had been there for you. He was rolling the sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt, a subtle little crease between his brows as he quietly rehearsed your bit under his breath. He looked over and smiled, soft and knowing, like he always did when you made eye contact for no reason.

“You okay?” he asked in a soft whisper, brushing his fingers lightly against yours.

You nodded. “I think so. Just… excited.”

He leaned in slightly. “We don’t have to do it like this, you know.”

“I want to,” you said. “This feels… right. It’s us.”

He smiled at that. “Okay.”

Kiana’s voice rang out from behind the camera. “Alright, last bit, let’s go! Spencer, you two are up!”

“After you, baby” Spencer winked at you and held out his hand to help you up. You took it, stood up, and walked around the screen and onto set.

Sitting in six yellow stools, mouths already full of water, was Angela, Ian, Damien, Shayne, Courtney, and Tommy. They all still had smiles on their face from the last bit and looked up at you with expectant eyes. You stood in front of them and took a deep breath.

“Spencer and I have a little present for you all. You’ll all have to share, so please no fighting.” You tried to act serious, but the anticipation of your friends’ reactions was too much. Your smile was bright.

“Bring it out, Spence!”

It was Spencer’s turn to walk out from behind the screen, and he brought with him another stool with a box placed on top. He stood right next to you and placed the stool in front of you both. You smiled at him and then looked around the room at your friends, all of them expecting something wild or absurd with how long you were taking.

And then, calmly, simply, you lifted the lid off the box and pulled out a tiny, grey baby onesie with a cartoon version of Spencer’s face on the front and the words “Baby’s First Smosh Bit” printed underneath.

It took a second.

Multiple seconds.

Courtney tilted their head.

Angela’s eyes narrowed.

Then Spencer just quietly said, “Surprise.”

Shayne clocked it first. He quickly spit out the water out of his mouth and sat up straighter. “Wait, is that-?”

You smiled. “We’re having a baby.”

Dead silence.

And then water sprayed across the room.

“Oh my-” Courtney whispered, covering their mouth.

Angela’s mouth dropped wide open. “WHAT? Are you serious?!”

Spencer moved closer to you, gently resting a hand on your back. “We found out awhile back. We wanted to wait until the perfect time to tell you all.”

Damien let out a breathy laugh. “And you chose Try Not to Laugh?”

You grinned. “We figured that if we’re going to tell the people we love, we might as well do it the way we met. Where we’ve shared some of our favorite memories.”

Shayne blinked rapidly. “I can’t tell if I’m about to cry or if I’m just really tired but this is beautiful.”

Courtney stepped forward and wrapped both of you in a gentle hug. “You two are going to be the coolest parents.”

Angela was now holding the onesie, now fully crying. “I’m framing this.”

The moment didn’t feel big or flashy. It was small, soft. A warm circle of people who’d become your second family, gathered around you and Spencer in quiet celebration.

Spencer looked at you and laced his fingers through yours. His thumb brushed against your knuckles, and then drifted over your stomach with a barely-there touch.

You looked up at him. “That went well, huh?”

He smiled. “Best bit we’ve ever done.”

“Well, second best. The actual best will be here before we know it.” You smiled back.

“You’re right, baby. Sorry, babies.” Spencer kisses the side of your head.

And with the cameras still rolling, no one even noticed that the next bit never took their turn, because the cast spent the next hour laughing, crying, and passing the little onesie around like a sacred relic.

Later, when the video went live, viewers wouldn’t even get ten seconds in before the comments flooded with:

DID THEY JUST CASUALLY ANNOUNCE A BABY??

I��m not crying, YOU’RE crying.

This is the most wholesome Try Not to Laugh ever.

Imagine being born and your parents announced you in a Smosh video.

This kid already has better comedic timing than me.

You and Spencer would both agree, there was no better way to welcome your new adventure than with such a loving family waiting for them. The timing was perfect.

[ian-the-existential-crisis]

Preview [Oh My, Omega / Untitled]

Like most things do, whether they are good or bad, it started with a rather simple question.

“Hey, Luc.” Adam called to him, not looking up from his phone. He still hadn't decided on the movie they were going to watch. He had been stalling on deciding for over a week. They didn't go out to the movie theater very often, but he wanted a nice- before Christmas- date.

“Hmm?” Lucifer made a noise to show he was paying attention. He was putting up the tree, something else they had both waited until the last minute to do. Really, neither one of them were actually bad when it came to doing projects or work on time, but something about the holidays made them not want to do anything. Adam was pretty sure if Charlie hadn't complained about them not having a tree up then they wouldn't have one at all.

Damn it Charlie.

“My mom wanted to know how long we can stay for dinner?”

There was a small rustle from the tree before Lucifer gave his answer. “Well, how long do you want to stay?”

Typical Lucifer. Answering a question with another question. It was the best way of making sure nobody would be upset with him.

“When are we supposed to be at your parents house?”

“Uh, we don't have to go.” He said quickly, fixing the garland in his hands, making sure it was perfect.

“What do you mean we don't have to go? Of course we have to go. We never see your parents. We always see mine.”

Lucifer peeked out from around the tree, looking at him with a frown. “Well, they are still upset with me for leaving Lilith.”

“Lucifer, you are twenty-six years old. It's been years. Can't they get over it for the holidays?”

Lucifer gave him an exaggerated ‘ha’ before stepping away from the tree. “There. Good enough?”

Adam scrunched his nose and looked at it. It was plain, with only silver garland and white Christmas lights. No ornaments or family decorations. No silly preschool homemade ornaments from Charlie either.

“I honestly didn't think we were setting one up. I would have picked up some decorations on my way home from work.”

“It might be plain but it's enough. Charlie just wanted to see a little festivity from us, so this was the least I could do.”

“You spoil her too much.”

“I do not.” He argued playfully, taking a seat on the arm of the couch next to Adam.

[dragonlikeleaves]

very very quick doodles of the newest culinary crimes

[ensembleetiquette]

Thanks for the @galladrabbles prompt, @smittybus22!

Here is my take on this week’s prompt, Jealous by Nick Jonas.

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Ian gave the receipt a messy scrawl of his signature and slid it back to the young male cashier.

"Thanks," the cashier noted with a grin, handing the bag of take out across the counter. Ian grabbed the bag and turned to leave.

"Wait," the cashier called. Ian turned.

"Here."

The cashier tore a bit of receipt paper from a nearby roll and scribbled something hastily on it, thrusting it across the counter to Ian.

"My number. Call me."

A familiar arm snaked around Ian's waist and plucked the receipt from the counter.

"He won't be needing that," Mickey asserted.

[mickittotheman]

beautiful birthday boy my beloved

@gallacrafts

[ilikemicrowaves]

Sugarglider Academy: Malachite Winglet

Hazelnut, Jasmine, Jin, Lazuli, Redkite, Silver, and Weasel. (All refs undercut)

[burninface]

Gallaghers' memories about drawing their own family (+ two Milkoviches)

By 5 years old Fiona Gallagher, 1 April, 1995.

Monica came back home with her baby brother Lip and a huge box of markers, Fiona was happy and wanted to draw her family with them. After drawing her mom and brother, she realized that her parents had run off again, so she had to stop drawing and go get some food for herself and her brother. When she came back from the chores, she found Frank had pawned all the markers, only left a brown one.

By 5 years old Lip Gallagher, 23 January, 2000.

Lip couldn't stand his alcoholic father any more, so he copied the slogan from a magazine, trying to get Frank understand the dangers of drinking in the form of drawing, and Frank let out a laugh when he saw it. (Lip actually had better handwriting at age 5, but he was so angry when writing this.)

By 4 years old Ian Gallagher, 10 December, 2000.

Ian received a new box of crayons from his mom, and he used them to draw a family portrait. He tried his best to put Fiona, Lip, himself with his favorite G.I.Joe, mom and the baby was about to be out from her tummy in his drawing. He was going to be a big brother! He hated Frank, so he didn't draw him. The next morning he came downstairs, only to find that his drawing had been used by Frank as an ashtray.

By 6 years old Debbie Gallagher, 21 June, 2007.

This summer Lip and Ian stole some brushes and paints for Debbie, so Debbie used them to paint an elaborate family portrait. Shortly after she finished painting, Monica left again without saying goodbye, and Carl played pranks on her. She hated them both! She had to cross them both out of the painting.

By 6 years old Carl Gallagher, 5 March, 2008.

Carl's teacher asked them to draw a family portrait, and Carl's assignment got Fiona called to school. The teacher told her to pay more attentions on Carl's spelling skills and mental health.

By 5 years old Liam Gallagher, 11 November, 2015.

Some scribbles Liam left on a paper bag caught Fiona and Lip's attention, wondering if the coke he used to take had really done a permanent damage on his brain, causing him to have strange fantasies besides sleepwalking. They ultimately failed to understand what Liam had drawn.

By 5 years old Mickey Milkovich, 23 August, 1999.

After the game dodge the daggers, a proud Mickey endured the pain on his palm, drew a picture of his father rewarding him and his mother coming home. Unfortunately, Terry saw the picture, ripped it into half, and found Mickey to beat him up and told him never to get into any of this pussy stuff. At night Iggy accidentally found Mickey crying, so he stole a sticking tape for Mickey the next day.

By 5 years old Mandy Milkovich (and Mickey), 16 September, 2000.

Mandy wanted to draw a family portrait on a whim, but she couldn't remember what the other family members' faces looked like, and no one else was home except Mickey. So she pestered Mickey to help her draw her mom, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and forced Mickey to write her name on it. Mickey also helped her hide her work to avoid being found by Terry.

[taintedtowers]

DOATK-TOBER DAY 19 - THE FLESH YOU ARE TO BLAME