#chanse writing

[spottedenchants]

It’s not a tricky thing for Orym to notice, a familiar gleam in a familiar place. A familiar twinge in his heart. Between writer’s knuckles dressed in what are most likely magical rings, the mage, Caleb, carries a simple band that doesn’t hold quite the same spotless shine as the others. Well worn. Well loved.

On the way out to what absolutely will be the most successful mission of his short life, Orym taps Caleb’s knee, the both of them the last ones left in the tent. Immediately, Caleb turns and bends in the respectable way taller folks do when they live around shorter folk for a while.

So Orym clears his tight throat and puts on his best reassuring smile.

“We’ll, uh. We’ll make sure you get home safe to your family, after all this.”

And what a collection of expressions that gets- subtle, but clear as day. That was definitely a nerve.

With a pressed mouth that’s probably a smile, Orym gets a quiet nod back.

And then Caleb crouches without overshooting, like he’s practiced at it. He sets a firm hand to Orym’s shoulder. Despite the confidence, it’s hard to miss the way that hand trembles, just a bit.

“Keep that stone the spooky one has. Let us know, the moment you need help. If need be, you run, you regroup. Ja?”

He’s gotten a little better at that, leaning on the rest. He’s still got more work to do. So Orym smiles again, this one feeling even more genuine.

“Yeah. Good luck with your stuff, magic man.”

“You as well, my friend.”

A last shared look of something that’s as strange as it is familiar, and Orym takes off, following his friends to their fate.

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[ammnd]

Just sayin Amanda‘s vidcon log has 10 slides and Angela in 6 of them

[robinante]

Watching the Smosh cast absolutely lock in and give it their all during the Just Dance livestream felt like that subplot in Toy Story 3 where Buzz Lightyear’s cunt mode gets activated and all he can do is tear it up on the dance floor.

[poppyfamily]

hello no one asked but i brainrotted a bit over a charashamangela church choir/youth group au bc of That games video. thoughts under cut.

tw: minor religious trauma lol

Chanse and Angela growing up in the church. Each of their parents pushing them to be more active in the church through children's choir. Chanse probably starts earlier, maybe like a month before Angela. Chanse is the type of kid who their choir director had to be told to stop riffing because the purpose of a choir is to sound the same, Chanse. But Angela takes to him immediately and they become best friends.

They are eventually invited to join the church's youth ministry and they get so into it, probably dancing to One Way Jesus very enthusiastically. It's a staple for them to play Joseph and Mary during Christmas plays and are like super chill when facilitating prayer sessions. (They understand that people aren't necessarily there for Jesus or w/e but believe that the spirit of the ministry is to find Christ in one another or some shit).

They stay for a couple of years and manage to drag in Arasha, who goes to the same school as them. She's not Christian and is just there because she was sick of inviting them to do shit on Saturday nights only for them to say no and also for the vibes and free food.

Amanda comes in a little later and is forced by her mom to actually join because she was frequently getting into trouble so she'd rather just know that her daughter is praising the lord (or whatever the fuck goes down in youth ministry) on Saturday nights instead of swimming in people's pools or some shit idk. Becomes besties with Chanse, Arasha, Angela.

Making this about Amangela bc I can't help the way I am: Angela welcoming Amanda to the ministry because it's her job as one of its leaders and Amanda is obsessed with her immediately. Probably constantly inviting her to sit right next to her for Sunday service, surreptitiously holding hands during the Lord's Prayer, going out for ice cream together once Amanda gets her driver's license. Something something horny something something repressed, they end up regularly making out (and more?) in Amanda's car without really talking about the implications but they know they feel SOMETHING. Lots of Catholic guilt - but not being able to stop because it feels nice, because it feels right.

And because I like angst - Something something tension because Amanda starts being deprogrammed from Church rhetoric at some point. She still sees Angela doing the thing to appease all the old church ladies and pastors who give her a sense of self because it's really all she knows and are willing to offer her a scholarship for college so there is Even More Pressure.

But Amanda sees all this and sees just how much she's hiding who she is, feeling like she can't really call her out on it because they are Not. Together. Amanda also sees how this is hurting Angela, but Angela is just so young and so confused and just wants to do right by her family, by God, etc... Amanda starts feeling pain and resentment about it.

In my mind, the older active church members think Angela and Chanse are gonna end up together, get married and all that shit. Chanse and Angela never saw each other that way.

Chanse quits out of nowhere and people speak of him like they're speaking the devil's name, basically erasing all history of his contributions (because he's gay.) Amanda soon quits after, and basically stops speaking to Angela. Amanda and Chanse run into each other months later, make comments about not seeing each other in church anymore, and then they reconnect and become besties.

Arasha doesn't quit, she just stops attending because she becomes busy with college. It's just not the same because Chanse and Amanda aren't there. She doesn't really have an obligation to do so, but she still keeps in touch with Angela.

Arasha and Angela become roommates in college. And because this is the first time Angela experiences independence, she goes on a SIN rampage - secular (lmao) theater, drinking, drugs, sex (lmao). All the things the church loves to police. And she has an identity crisis about it, crying to Arasha about it even.

Arasha, not knowing where the fuck all this Christian guilt is coming from calls Amanda and Chanse for backup and it's the first time they all see each other in a while. They all commiserate in the dorm room and bond and it's beautiful.

Angela wakes up. Amanda, Chanse and Arasha remind her that she's worthy of love no matter what. Once Angela finally internalizes that, she unpacks all the ways she hurt herself and how she's hurt others. Angela and Amanda finally talk about the shit that went down between them. They apologize for hurting each other, and decide to try again with a better understanding of themselves.

And they all live happily ever after. The end.

[shesmore-shoebill]

all other posting is cancelled while i take the time to remember how to be normal after seeing some of the photos from shourtney wedding reception.

like u cant show me these

and expect me to be. Fine. After. i need 3-5 business days to. explode. or maybe pass out. or SOMETHING.

[baflegacy]

havent been active on here in. A While. apologies bc i havent had time 😔

but anyways. I Am Losing My Mind

[vangoghschair]

Right I've decided to just write random scenes from my Band AU now instead of making it a huge old thing sooo hope you enjoy??

Here's the bands finding out about the merge:

A palm slams down on the table and several chairs screech across the linoleum.

"The fuck?" Angela blurts out, fistfuls of hair clamped in her hands.

Amanda stands up.

"Yeah, Ian," she leans across the table, "the fuck are you thinking?"

"Are you thinking at all ?" Angela snarls.

"Hey, hey, let's be civil shall we?"

Ian's voice was calm. If he was at all worried about the situation, he wasn't showing it. He held one hand out reassuringly in the girls' direction.

"If I didn't know that this was necessary, I wouldn't have proposed it."

Calm, still. Somehow.

"And you didn't even ask us? How are we supposed to trust you now?" Damien piped up, prodding a worn drumstick in the direction of his manager, "you just gonna keep selling us to people without us knowing, are you?"

"Ok no, that's not what this is, I-"

"We've lost our brand and our control with one deal,"

Chanse had been silent for most of the meeting, greeting Ian with a dead stare to match his tone.

"That's what this is."

Amanda nodded, sitting down. She ran a hand along Angela's arm, the fabric of her shirt manoeuvring under her fingertips. The hairs on Angela's arm stood up, suddenly aware of the minute force from her band-mate. The door flew open. Angela pulled away.

"Sorry I'm late, I had...I don't know I'm just late,"

"Just sit down," Ian sighs, "I'm trying to explain a deal I've made...with another band,"

The latecomer runs a hand through his sandy hair, his lime-clad shirt looking as pristine as ever.

"Deal?" He replied, sliding the straps of his tote bag down his arm, "i didn't know anything about a deal,"

"Shayne, sit."

He does, brow furrowed.

"Everyone knows that we've not been doing so well recently," mumbles of disagreement interject his point, "but, but I have signed a contract with the manager of 'Sister Location' and he has agreed that we should collaborate and produce a joint album alongside a combined tour,"

The room was silent. Shayne's mouth lay ever so slightly open and Amanda pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Shayne spoke up first.

" 'Sister location'? Of all the bands in America, in the world! And you chose them ?"

Damien sighed, stretching in his chair. "Sounds that way,"

"Y'all need to grow up. This is business, okay?" Ian's voice wavered for a moment, "I'm sure they're taking it much better than you are,"

~~~~~~~

"What the fuck?" Courtney drops their phone on the table, glaring up at their manager, "Anthony, no."

[bowcrary]

sorry to be self indulgent on main but haha drew a scene from my chanse/tommy fic

[fanbynature]

random smosh moments 4/?

[miraculousmultifan]

okay ive been writing a shaynse fic where chanse is a bartender at chili’s and shayne is a regular there (inspired by chanse’s first episode on the podcast) and im having SO MUCH FUN!!

and SINCE im having so much fun, i wanted to share a little snippet?? if you guys are interested?? under the cut??

“Are we making fun of Chanse for his embarrassing crush on that guy who’s always wearing the shirt with limes on it?” Arasha interjected with a smirk, sidling up to the bar. “By the way, table seven wants a Long Island Iced Tea.”

Chanse huffed his displeasure at her comment, but he turned around to start preparing the drink for her table without another word.

Just as he started adding the gin to the metal shaker, Arasha continued speaking nonchalantly. “Yeah, I think I saw him walk in on my way over here. Looks like he wanted bar seating today.”

Chanse took that bombshell piece of news gracefully by fumbling with the bottle of gin and narrowly avoiding making a huge mess. Arasha cackled at him. Almost like he thought she was just trying to mess with him, Chanse glanced over at the end of the bar and blanched when he saw the man in question sitting there and scrolling on his phone.

Tommy nudged Chanse playfully with his hip. “Now’s your chance, loverboy. Go get him a drink. And maybe get his name so we can stop calling him Limes…”

[ancientvamp]

some wip lines bc im trying to cure my writers block and i want u guys to get hyped

The car had barely stopped when Courtney lept out. They immediately ran to the passengers side to pull Tommy out, but Tommy instinctively locked the door. He held up his pointer finger to the window to get her to calm down before turning to Spencer.  “The moment you wanna leave, you let me know, okay?” It was a conversation they had every time they went to a social event together, and everytime, Spencer gave the same response.  “I know.” (comfort / spommy)

Anglea scoffed at his uncomfortable position. “You should just sit in Shayne’s lap if you’re gonna do that.” Courtney broke into a fit of giggles as she enthusiastically nodded in agreement. Spencer snickered, but his laughter was cut short by Tommy flicking his shoulder. Chanse didn’t acknowledge anyone other than Angela; glaring her down with unspoken threats. She laughed from behind her palm nonetheless. ( best seat in the house / shaynse)

“Baby?” Tommy asked. “Me or the one we’re taking care of tommorow?” Spencer raised a brow. “Other baby.” Tommy couldn’t help the smile that engulfed his face. “We’re gonna have a baby tommorow?” “Yeah.” Spencer rubbed his free hand over his tired eyes. “Is that alright?” “Yeah.” Tommy’s wide grin spoke louder than his simple response.  ( domestic babysitting / spommy )

“Hey, it’s okay.” Spencer reached out for Tommy’s shoulder again, rubbing over the curve and down his bicep. “Did you eat lunch?” Tommy considered lying. He wanted to. But he was tired, and Spencer meant well. “I forgot.” He bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for Spencer’s response. Seriously? You can’t even remember to feed yourself? That’s pitiful. But Spencer doesn’t think the way Tommy does. ( stability / spommy )

[spottedenchants]

Relationship: Essek & Yasha

Additional Tags: POV Essek, Post-C2, Demi Essek, Touch-Starved & Touch-Averse Essek, Essek Overthinks, Fluff, Drow Can Purr, Intimacy, Holding Hands, Hugs, BG M9 & Essek, BG Essek ~ Caleb, BG Beau/Yasha, Communication, notable discussion of things like: Declarations Of Love, Languages and Linguistics, Kryn Dynasty Culture & Customs, Queerplatonic Relationships, Complicated Relationships

Words: 10.4k

Summary:

“Yasha, you-.”

She raises her brows, curiosity blooming plain by the tilt of her head.

“You asked me…”

Preemptive regret and baseless fear both weigh down his tongue. Light, what is he doing.

Essek takes a breath, rushes. No turning back.

“You asked me, a bit ago, if I love him. Caleb.”

-

AKA the Xhorhas kids talk about talking about love

Prompt fill for @quinn-of-aebradore

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[smoshmonker]

Now That You’re Here With Me

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words: 1621

Crickets quietly chirped outside, punctuating the silence. Delores’ tongue burned with the urge, the need, to ask the question. She almost couldn’t bring herself to do it until, suddenly, it came on its own, as if she were no longer in control of her own mouth.

“Are you all afraid of me?”

Koda’s expression changed first, one of understanding and pity. Somehow, Fernie’s etched, wooden face managed to look confused. Bug’s eyes were wide.

———

Delores sat cross-legged on the foot of her bed, staring quietly out of her window. The waxing crescent moon filtered in pale light, a small comfort in an otherwise dark and empty room.

Her eyes had long since dried, but her stomach still twisted into a thousand knots. So much had happened in the past few hours, filling her with a dread she couldn’t quite shake. Her entire body ached. Digging her fingertips into her forearms, she tried to ignore what felt like the need to crawl out of her own skin. She was stuck, like always.

Closing her eyes, she drew in sharp breath. She had to stop her mind from wandering. The castle was safe. Her friends were all safe in their rooms nearby, most likely sound asleep now, and she was glad for it. A deep, selfish part of her, though, wanted to sneak into their rooms, check on them, make sure they were really all okay. She ignored the urge, focusing all of her energy on the moon, hoping sleep would come for her soon.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there until she heard quiet voices in the hallway. They were voices that she recognized, but before she could react, a knock, barely audible, came at her door. Her heart skipped a beat and she sat up a bit straighter. “Come in!”

“See! I told you she’d be awake.” The voice on the other side spoke with an exaggerated whisper.

The door creaked, opening slowly, as if the person moving it felt as though they were in trouble. At the front was Koda, with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance on his face (which, if she were being honest, was a look he wore often). Following close behind was Bug, cheeks stained with tears but with some of the brightness back in their now dry eyes. Behind them was Fernie, tall and hulking as usual, but his shoulders hunched slightly, his expression not unlike the one of a kicked puppy.

Delores didn’t try to hide her relief, already noticing that some of the tightness in her chest lessened a little. She smiled slightly. “Hey, guys. Are you okay? What are you doing up?”

They all shuffled into the doorway, and for a moment, her heart felt heavy, reminded of the way her own children used to come to her in the middle of the night, bleary eyed and too upset to speak after a nightmare. Perhaps she didn’t quite need an answer to her question; perhaps, they were feeling exactly the same way she was.

“I ran into Bug in the hallway,” Koda responded, not giving any indication of why either of them were in the hallway at this hour of the night, and Delores didn’t ask. “We heard Fernie humming in his room, and, well, um…it didn’t feel right to not come and see you.”

With all of them staring down at her, she had to really fight for a moment to keep from tearing up. Instead, she smiled. “I’m glad you did.”

Taking that as a full invitation, the three of them made their way inside, Fernie shutting the door behind them. Bug bounced up to the bed, climbing up to sit next to her. “You okay, Delores?”

It was a loaded question for all of them. Something about the earnestness in Bug’s voice made her chuckle breathily and nod. “Yeah. I’m okay now that you guys are here.” She glanced between the three of them. “How about you?”

“Uh, we all can’t sleep, so I guess not very good,” Fernie responded, stating the obvious for them the way he usually did. Delores noticed Bug grimace out of the corner of her eye. Koda bit his bottom lip hard.

Delores offered Koda a slight smile, patting the space next to her on the bed. Bug beckoned Fernie over, too, and with all four of them sitting on the edge of it, the bed sagged quietly. Either none of them noticed, or none of them cared.

Crickets quietly chirped outside, punctuating the silence. Delores’ tongue burned with the urge, the need , to ask the question. She almost couldn’t bring herself to do it until, suddenly, it came on its own, as if she were no longer in control of her own mouth.

“Are you all afraid of me?”

Koda’s expression changed first, one of understanding and pity. Somehow, Fernie’s etched, wooden face managed to look confused. Bug’s eyes were wide.

“Are you kidding?” they whispered, awed as usual. “You were awesome back there, Delores. I can’t believe you never told us you were so cool. Why would we be scared?”

Fernie nodded enthusiastically. “You absolutely obliterated that mimic heart!”

“I wish I had obliterated Krungdar,” she murmured under her breath, and Koda placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Someday,” he said softly. The word felt heavy. She had to close her eyes, lifting her hand to rest on top of his. She remembered how it felt, hours ago, helping Bug channel his spell to reanimate the heart, how they all held onto each other tightly as if they were afraid of letting go.

Koda was right. She should just be happy they were here with her now.

Opening her eyes, she breathed in, and when she breathed out, she smiled. “Thanks, guys. I’m sorry I hid it from you.”

Bug grinned, nudging her shoulder. “Y’know, it’s pretty crazy to see your heroes at work.”

Touched, she smiled a little more. He’d never said that about her before. “Well, I can say the same about you, Bug.”

The goblin’s cheeks darkened a little and they had to look away. Their expression turned slightly solemn and he glanced toward the window. “I never got to tell Gunthar about how much I learned, about everything we did.”

Koda sighed softly, following their gaze out the window. “…I think he knows.”

“How could he possibly know?” Fernie asked, a mix of concern, upset, and confusion in his uncharacteristically quiet voice.

Delores exchanged a look with Koda. “Just a feeling.” Her heart quietly broke as she looked back at Fernie, noticing a small trail of sap traveling down his left cheek. She reached forward, using one finger to wipe it away. “It’s okay to be upset.” By her side, Bug buried his face in her shoulder, his own small frame shaking. Delores put an arm around him, wishing she could stop this pain for them both, but grief was tough. It wasn’t something that could go away in one night.

Suddenly, the sound of quiet sniffling was replaced with quiet singing. Bewildered, she glanced toward Koda, sitting beside her. He was silhouetted by the moon in the window behind him, his chin tilted up slightly, perhaps to look up at the ceiling. His voice was soft and lilting, the way it had been when he’d sung at the Bullywug festival. This time, it didn’t seem improvised. Delores wondered if this was a song he’d learned a long time ago.

Transfixed, Bug lifted their head, face shining with tears as they stared at Koda, mouth slightly open. Fernie watched curiously, his face dry once again. After a few moments of quiet, just listening to Koda’s voice, Fernie made a sound that Delores now recognized as his power-down sound, and he slammed backward into her pillow, laying out across her bed. She couldn’t help but giggle, and Koda grinned.

Gently pulling away from Delores, Bug, with half-lidded eyes, crawled over Fernie, curling up right in the middle of his chest. A moment later, the loud snoring began.

Koda finished his song, and he and Delores locked eyes, a sort of quiet amusement between them. “Looks like they’ve taken over your bed.”

“That’s okay,” she laughed softly, reminded once again of her children, how they’d kick and push at her all night when they slept with her. “I’m actually kind of used to it.” She paused for a moment, then quietly asked, “Will you stay here tonight?”

Frowning, clearly taken aback, Koda glanced back at the other two, then back to Delores, perhaps trying to think of some kind of excuse. Finding none, or perhaps just not having the heart to, he nodded. “Okay.”

Delores smiled and reached forward, taking his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

Knowing there was no one else around to see it, he returned the squeeze, then let go. Delores crawled in to lay in the crook of Fernie’s left arm, while Koda attempted to make himself comfortable beside his right arm. Strangely enough, Bug’s snoring and the quiet whir of Fernie’s moving parts were quite comforting. She lifted her gaze.

“Koda?”

“Yeah?”

“That was a beautiful song.”

For a moment, it was quiet, and then he gave a breathy chuckle. “Thanks, Delores.”

Quiet fell again, but this time it was comfortable. Her room was no longer empty and uninviting, but the exact place she wanted to be right now. 

Carefully, a moment later, she lifted her head to look at her friends in the pale moonlight. Koda, his long limbs stretched out awkwardly in the limited space he had, turned in slightly toward Fernie’s shoulder, peaceful. Fernie, motionless on his back, moonlight dancing along the lines of his wood. Bug, curled in on himself on Fernie’s chest like a cat, using his arms as a pillow, his mouth wide open, sound asleep.

Delores laid her head down, breathing deeply for the first time in what felt like days. All that mattered was this, right here and now, because no matter what happened next, they’d always have each other.

She closed her eyes, finding solace in being together like she always did.

[blondeforyou]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smosh Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spencer Agnew/Chanse McCrary Characters: Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew Additional Tags: Straight Chanse, Frat-Boy Spencer, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Enemies to Lovers, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Fraternities & Sororities Series: Part 5 of a rare thing Summary:

Who the fuck invited Spencer to this party?

[jazzyjj]

I missed the stream when it was live but seeing that it was the painting crew plus spencer building Legos for an hour and a half!!?

LET'S GOOOO

[shesmore-shoebill]

In light of Angela's comment about Arasha and Chanse working the room at parties + the impeccable vibes and good times from todays stream. I would like everyone to consider:

spies au. with chanse and arasha as an incredibly effective espionate/subterfuge team. matching suit and dress. flattering people. getting information. poisoning people. planting seeds of discord. etc. do you all see my vision.