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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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#cr spoilers#critical role spoilers#critical role#caleb widogast#orym of the air ashari#chanse writing#I'M HAVING THOUGHTS#THERE'S TOO MANY PARALLELS I CAN'T I CAN'T
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random smosh moments 4/?
#i hope we get more of these cast reunions cus they're so chaotic random and fun#they usually all end up with stories of boinking each other ie the gifs and just kills everytime#smosh#smosh games#smosh pit#smoshedit#smoshblr#ian hecox#amanda lehan canto#damien haas#spencer agnew#jacklyn uweh#chanse mccrary#pls ignore me writing daisy for jackie#gifs#mygifs#mygifssmosh#fanbynaturegifs
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✩ mysterium tremendum et fascinans
tommy bowe/chanse mccrary, rated t, 12.8k words
summary:
It’s not that Chanse is disinterested. Quite the opposite, really.
There’s a weird sort of charm to Tommy: his reverence for technopop, the nonsensical bit ideas he makes for Smosh’s socials. Tommy also seems to get him to a degree others don’t, his hawk-like screech-laugh playing in his mind on repeat. Chanse’s somewhat divorced from his more vulnerable side, but he thinks he can trust his logic, and his logic is telling him that he should go for it.
Tommy is, however, another story.
“Thanks for the material, man.”
“‘Man’,” Chanse parrots. “Is that all I am to you?”
“Don’t overthink it,” Tommy finally replies back while turning around.
Or, the five times Chanse yearns for Tommy, and the one time Tommy allows himself to yearn back.
read here <3
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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…”
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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 )
#spencer agnew#smosh#tommy bowe#chanse mccrary#shayne topp#fanfic#smosh fanfic#my writing#ancientvamp fanfic#smoshblr#wip#fanfic wip#spommy#shaynse
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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.
#smosh#sword af#delores paradise#koda amakiir#fernie#bug#angela giarratana#chanse mccrary#shayne topp#amanda lehan canto#damien haas#sword af got me emotional ok#my post#my writing
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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?
#smosh fanfiction#smosh rpf#my writing#spencer agnew#chanse mccrary#Yes you read the tags right#straight Chanse and backwards cap Spencer
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mfw the shaynse fic ended knowing full well what happens after
#smosh#chanse mccrary#shayne topp#just the thought of the smosh writing team reworking the fic#so funny man#more smosh pit theater i beg
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have a really cool idea for a spencer and courtney fanficiton that uses a similar fantasy reality fusion concept as she kills monsters but makes it a trillion times better and not uncomfortable but i don't really do fantasy content so you guys just have to trust that this could have been really cool and i'm a really good writer who could have made it awesome
#courtney miller#spencer agnew#cuz i love smosh fanfiction#tommy bowe#chanse mccrary#smosh pit#shayne topp#anthony padilla#amanda lehan canto#angela giarratana#smosh games#writer problems#fantasy#if you have writing advice for this situation feel free to slid into my dms
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minute win for the chanse/ian fans
'i like your hair like this, ian' accompanied with a look(tm) that can. certainly be interpreted!
#sorry im sprinkling crumbs like im feeding birds. that js made me hrm a lil bit. js a bit. also lowkey dont know their ship name LMAO#chanse mccrary#ian hecox#chian#smosh#keep accidentally writing chain oops#anyway uhhhhhhh. they rattle around in my head a little bit. not enough for brainrot but. they're there.
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amanda and angela arrive at their hotel room to find that there's only one bed
#amangela#shipping#rpf#fic#katie writes#mine*#ITS HEEEEERE everybody CALM DOWN its finally happening#angela#amanda#(and chanse is also there a lot. we love a meddling bestie in this house you know)#fic*
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Relationship: Essek Thelyss & Yasha
Additional Tags: POV Yasha, Touch-Averse & Touch-Starved Essek, Platonic Kissing, Character Study, BG Beau/Yasha, BG Essek ~ Caleb, Past Molly & Yasha, Past Yasha/Zuala
Words: 1.3k
Summary:
Yasha has asked before if Essek is in love with her, and he has given her a pretty definite no. He has his thing about touching, though, and that’s what this was about. A test, is what he’d asked kind of shyly. They have learned it’s apparently not hurting him to hold her right now, and she keeps her hands to herself even so.
But he’s been staring. At her mouth. For minutes.
She finally teases, sure it will make him laugh instead of leave.
“You look like you want to kiss me.”
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AKA Yasha gets to be Essek’s study buddy
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#yasha nydoorin#essek thelyss#xhorhas kids#chanse writing#surprise fic! by which i mean i am surprised it exists#but hey it's words#also yasha coming out of left field with the#'my best friend is happy in a relationship that i encouraged and now things feel different in a way I don't like' feels#surprise all around#this may or may not end up in TS main at a later date#we shall see
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FFXIVWrite2023 - Prompt 24 - Footfalls (Extra Credit)
Everything was muffled in the long-shuttered house. The thick layer of dust that blanketed everything kept even Riski's footsteps muted rather than echoing in the empty foyer. Clearly, nobody had bothered to clean or air out the house in a very long time. Why would they have, when the owning family had been absent for over a decade?
Stepping into his old family home was surreal. Even more surreal was the now-familiar step-thunk of Edmont de Fortemps walking along just behind him. Never, not even for a fleeting second in his life, did Riski believe he would be in the Descoteaux manor accompanied by his father. Even after the metaphorical cat was out of the bag, it simply wasn't a scenario that had crossed his mind.
Now he was there. They were there. Edmont didn't ask questions, just letting Riski take the lead and explore as he needed. For Riski it was like seeing double - the house as it was, and the overlay of memory showing what it had once been. He made his way to his mother's study, the last place he had visited before his abrupt departure many years before, and there was where he broke the silence.
"What will you need from me to take care of it?" Riski asked, trying to keep his voice businesslike despite the betraying little quaver. He clenched his jaw to make it steady again. He had no reasons to be upset about the situation. He wanted it.
"Take your time," Edmont replied gently. "We have time if there are things you would like to do."
Riski shook his head. He gestured with both arms to the still, almost mausoleum-like surroundings. "I took everything I needed with me when I left. Everything else I assume was already handled by the household staff before they took their own leave. If you find anything interesting while clearing it out, you can always let me know."
Edmont looked at him without saying anything for a long moment. Riski squirmed, wondering what those unexpectedly kind eyes saw. Failure, perhaps, but maybe something more than that. Thankfully Riski's imagination was put out of its misery when Edmont nodded and said, "Of course. That goes without saying."
The older elezen moved over to the large, heavy desk that dominated most of one side of the room. He reached out a hand to touch the brittle, brown blossoms that had once lived within the fancy vase on the desk's corner. "Your mother did love her white roses," he commented quietly. He cleared his throat and turned his full attention back to Riski. "She would be proud of you, you know. You may not be following a typical path, but your choice to turn this into a shelter is an admirable one."
Riski's face heated. "I don't know. I'd like to believe that, sure, but I don't think I'm doing anything all that special. I've got a house I don't want or need, and Ishgard always needs more places to care for those the war affected most. And I know that you're an honorable man who will do everything in his power to make it a place that's welcoming to all walks of life. As long as they need help, they'll find it here."
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sorry to be self indulgent on main but haha drew a scene from my chanse/tommy fic
#smosh#smosh rpf#tommy bowe#chanse mccrary#bowcrary#mcbowe#my art#my writing#i will spread this agenda until my last breath
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WIP Title Ask Game
the rules are: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Tagged by @spottedenchants and @milfpercyderolo
Aeor fic that needs a name
don’t be a stranger
home again, home anew
I wanna watch the universe expand
rest, sweetheart (i’ll take care of it)
a promise, for the future
darling child, tell me what it means to be brave
for the good of your people and light
you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters (never have you spotted land)
pieces of a broken heart
born of fire under starlit skies
No pressure tags;
@viciousmollymaukery @awesomefrogofawesome @glossolali @rainbowcaleb @rainydaydecaf
#chanse has tagged almost all of you but i am bad at tagging people (which is why im nnot doing 11 tags#ask game#quinn writes things
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i cant add pics on anon but when i see u comment on my stuff i go SPLAT!!! thank u for the support... - @bowcrary
YOU’RE SO WELCOME i love your stuff so so much and i love the ship so so much and i am just so happy and filled with love and joy for it all!!!!!!!!!! thank you for posting your stuff!!!!!!!!
#i had chanse/tommy in my head for so long that seeing other people enjoy it makes me want to leap with joy#plus your art and writing is just. beyond words great. i’m always happy to leave comments on it#!!!! 😄😄😄😄😎😎👍🫶🫶👍‼️💥💥💥#asks#kieran says stuff
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