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art mostly bout shameless

[noleynoel]

Dares n’ Money

Season 3

Ian’s laying in his bed counting money while he texted Mickey, “wna play dares w lip??” he has 60 bucks and a dream.

“no” Mickey texted back.

“$40” He’s prepared.

“$50”

“$45 u can shit on lip all time. @9”

“bet.”

——

Banging’s at the front door, Ian opens it. “Hey.” Ian smiles. Mickey raises his eyebrows like he needs the money first before stepping in. Ian slides him the money. “Mickey’s here.” He yells to Lip thats in the kitchen grabbing beers.

They settled down on the couch, Lip’s in an arm chair. “Why didn’t you invite Mandy?” Ian asked sipping on his beer.

“She’s been like a nagging housewife lately-“ Lip said

“Watch it shit face, my sister you’re talking about.” Mickey held his beer tight.

Lip plays a background comedy. They do some dares for a bit. When it’s Mickeys turn he dares him to tilt his head and pour beer down his throat. Mickey takes Lip’s beer. “Tilt your head, bitch” Mickey opens Lip’s mouth and starts to pour the beer down.

He lifts his head immediately choking and spits the beer on the floor. “Jesus Christ! You just had to dump that shit!” Lip coughs.

“Yup.” He smirks. Ian dying of laughter on the couch.

Once Lip cleaned up the beer, he decided Mickey. “Yo Mickey how ‘bout you sit on Ian’s lap till we finish.” Lip nods.

“Fuck no, suck it.” Mickey pinched his eyebrows.

“Come on.” Lip smirked leaning forward on the arm chair. Ian raised his eyebrows smirking a bit. Mickey flipped him off.

“Fine 100 bucks.” Lip said

“Fuck off.”

“140”

“I said suck it.”

“140 and Springfield Armory.”

“XD-S?” Mickey asked, Lip nodded. “Bet motherfucker.”

Mickey sat on Ian’s lap, drinking his beer. But then, Fiona walked in the door and Mickey snapped up from Ian and punched him in the face, “What the fuck, Milkovich!?” Fiona exclaimed. Mickey walks over to Lip with a finger up in his face “You owe me that shit by Monday.” Before storming out.

6am now shoot me already.

[efedrica]

we joke that a hc is mickey saying “just tell me you don’t love me” when ian loses/misplaces his ring. what would be ian’s equivalent be? i feel it would be mickey wanting personal space, i.e. he wants to take a shower without ian or maybe doesn’t want cuddles at night (he is feeling a bit over overstimulated and stressed and just needs no big spooning at that particular moment or something) and ian is all “ok so you just no longer love me. i see how it is.” thoughts?

ohhhhhh it definitely goes like this! ian is super clingy when it comes to mickey 😭

picture mickey coming home exhausted, lying down on his side, and ian just standing by the bed doing the big sad puppy-dog eyes while wrapping himself in a blanket like a lonely victorian orphan.

"ian, i just worked a 12 hour shift, i’m hot, and i don’t want 190 pounds of ginger breathing down my neck right now. just let me sleep."

"right. got it. message received loud and clear. love is dead, cool. i’ll just sleep on the edge of the mattress and freeze to death, don't worry about me."

and then mickey spends the next ten minutes sighing, rolling over, and pulling ian into a hug anyway because he can't stand him sulking.

[mickeygifs]

mickey + caring about ian’s mental health: part two

[he-artboy]

My Gallavich and Shameless doodles that I practised for anatomy

[ghostofgallavich]

Gallavich Tinder AU

Ian and Mickey only knew each other because they lived in the same neighborhood. They hadn’t spoken in years, until Ian found Mickey on Tinder. Never expecting to get a match, he swiped right. Then, they matched.

(insp.)

[frollola]

You said you were getting food! I was till shit for brains here pulled his Glock out!

[checanty]

Shameless Lighting Studies

[drewneil]

[orisgallery]

Cheekbones to die for

[kissthebridee]

Hi anon! This one's for you! :-)

For starters, I use the program Procreate on my iPad. Nothing fancy and my screen is cracked so my pencil nibs are taking a beating because of it T_T but in case you didn't know I'm adding that info here!

I use an array of different brushes but here are my main ones :-)

I use Textured Monoline for most of my chibi stuff, which can be found here

For a lot of my more rough-looking doodles and such, I use Procreate's HB Pencil (with a tiny adjustment, shown in the picture above) which can be found under Sketching in the Classic Library

Sometimes when I still want a rougher looking sketch that isn't as thick, I use pencil rec (with my own adjustments, added above) from this brush pack

For more doodly things or me just messing around, I use pencil rec which can be found here

And, finally, when I'm looking for something more loose to get me feeling less stiff, I use Pen 2 from this brush pack

I hoped this helped!!

[aryasrk]

▷  m i c k e y    m i l k o v i c h   +   actions speak louder than words

Not everybody gets to just… not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute. 

[noleynoel]

always thought if mickey woke up in a good mood one day would ian be confused/questioning it all day or think hes in another universe? or just happy?

[noleynoel]

Ians chillin. Mickey might be dead.

[juliagurevichart]

I’ve fallen head over heels in love with the show Shameless (both US and UK), and drew the US cast to get my feels out. I made it cartoon style because otherwise, I would have failed all my exams slaving over stuff 5 hours, watercolor/brush tip marker

[orisgallery]

Cheekbones to die for

[abundanceofnots]

Prompt! After seeing that ball gag in the basketball hoop in their room, I’m hilariously imagining Franny wandering downstairs with it during breakfast or something and everyone freaks out about it, or something similar lol

Forewarning: As you could’ve guessed, this one is pretty dirty. In fact, I’ll probably never recover from writing some of these words. You’ll know which ones I mean. Damn it, Shameless, why are these things canon?!

---

They were talking again. Loud, like they didn’t give two shits who could hear them, even though the house was full of people.

Lately, it’d become almost nonstop, and Debbie had just about enough of it – and them.

“Take it, you insatiable slut!” 

“Yes, fuckin’ impale me with your monster cock!”

As she stood behind the closed accordion door, which frankly did nothing to silence all the bizarre exclamations and assorted sex noises, she scrunched her face in disgust. Thankfully, her ears only felt like they were bleeding, and the real damage was happening just to her inner calm.

This time, Ian and Mickey were going at it at half past seven on a Sunday, throwing around words that would make even the creators of bad pornos cringe. 

They’d been on her shitlist ever since she found several dried come stains on her lilac bath robe, and really, her frustration with them only grew stronger from there. It was one thing that they apparently made sex into a full-time hobby; sounding like absolute perverts throughout their daily (and nightly) numerous rounds was another. 

Debbie could take it no more. She was long past the point of finding it funny. There were now very specific, lewd details about her older brother forever embedded in her mind – and she fondly looked back at the days when Ian was still behind bars and dearly missed.

Checking that her palm was covering Franny’s eyes, she squeezed her own eyes tightly before getting a blind hold on the accordion door. She yanked it open, immediately causing the verbal vomit to stop.

“The actual fuck, Debbie!” 

She heard scrambling and annoyed groans and, eventually, to what sounded like a fight over the comforter, the bed creaked as someone got off it. She took that as her cue and secured her hold on Franny, who started to dig her little fingers into Debbie’s palm.

“I’ve had it with you two assholes!” she raged, using her free hand to gesticulate wildly. “I was fine with the exaggerated moans and the fact that seeing your ugly naked asses around on a daily basis was now a given, but if I have to hear the words uber-masculine slut and dom top daddy one more time, I’m gonna make sure you won’t be able to stick your dicks anywhere. For a long time.” 

She paused, becoming faintly aware that someone was hurriedly trying to get dressed somewhere to her left.

“Now, I’m gonna go back to bed,” she continued, much calmer, satisfied that her case was being heard without protests, “and you’re gonna watch Franny because you both owe me. Big time.”

The room was silent, the atmosphere tense. Debbie let out a frustrated huff. 

“Just tell me when,” she prompted, too scared to open her eyes. 

For a second, it seemed like Ian and Mickey argued without saying a thing out loud. Then, settling on whatever, Ian cleared his throat. 

“Yeah.”

Debbie immediately regretted not leaving without sparing them another glance. Because while Ian was at least dressed, standing in front of her in his boxers and a T-shirt that was both too tight and inside-out, Mickey sat on the bed only with the comforter bunched in his lap. 

They were both sweaty and out of breath, and Debbie felt herself flush when she noticed the visible handprints on Mickey’s neck. 

Still, she recovered fast, piercing them both alternately with a hard stare. “Can’t believe I even have to say this, but no fucking in front of my kid!” she warned, pointing her finger at them.

---

The slam of Debbie’s bedroom door successfully burst the strange bubble they got themselves caught up in. Their eyes instantly snapped to each other. 

“I call shower,” Ian announced plainly.

“Fuck you, I call shower first,” Mickey countered. “I was about to bust a nut anyway.”

“What’s bustanut?”

It was the first thing they heard Franny say, and, yeah, Debbie was definitely going to break both of their dicks after this, wasn’t she?

“Well, Franny,” Ian started as he leaned down to her, maneuvering her a little so that she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of Mickey’s naked form as he untangled himself from the comforter, “that’s a thing adults say when they have to brush their teeth. And your Uncle Mickey has a really stinky breath this morning.”

“Like you’re one to talk, bitch.” 

Ian looked up to Mickey poking his tongue in his cheek, his loosely curled fist moving in front of his face in a rather obvious motion. He shot him a glare, but Mickey just pulled his boxers up and left the room, chuckling.

The good news was that Franny seemed content with that. Shrugging her shoulders, she hopped on their rumpled bed and started jumping on it. Ian decided it was better than having to crack the ol’ concept of male ejaculation to her on an early Sunday morning and went about his routine as usual. 

It didn’t take long until something else caught Franny’s attention and she started making low frustrated noises.

Putting on his deodorant, Ian watched in the mirror as she struggled with the cap of their lube. 

“Is this a special sauce?” she asked, all bright-eyed and curious.

Ian snickered. Franny knew all about special sauces ever since Liam started experimenting with making his own in the kitchen a few weeks ago. 

“Yeah, I guess it kinda is a special sauce, in a way,” he replied amusedly. “Uncle Mickey says he doesn’t like it, but he’s a filthy liar.” 

“Smells like strawberries.”

“Yeah, it does.” He turned, grinning at her. “Nice, huh?” 

She held the tube out for him. “Can I try?”

Instead of opening it for her like she probably expected, Ian took it from her and shoved it in the closest drawer.  

“Maybe in a few years.” 

Franny sighed dramatically, and Ian observed in real-time as he started losing his fun uncle points with her. But it didn’t matter how pouty she got; he couldn’t actually let her play with their lube. Mickey was right – that shit was expensive.

It only took about a minute this time before she got bored again. Kicking the bed involuntarily with her feet hanging over its edge, she scanned the messy room. Finally, her eyes fell on a black leathery thing laid on top of the laundry basket by the bed. 

“What’s that?”

Ian pursed his lips as he thought of the best answer, but before he could give her any, he got interrupted.

“It’s a ball gag,” Mickey supplied as he strode into the room with only a towel around his hips. His hair was wet, and the unashamedly self-satisfied smirk on his face had Ian roll his eyes.

“What’s a ball gag?”

“It’s—”

“A toy!” Ian said, a little panicky. “A toy that Uncle Ian and Uncle Mickey like to play with. Especially Uncle Mickey.”

Pausing on his way to their closet, Mickey smacked Ian’s ass. Waggling his eyebrows, he then leaned in to lightly peck his cheek.

“You betcha.” 

Franny’s eyes widened with excitement. “Can I play, too?” 

She got her hands on the contraption at the same time as Ian, who at first tried to scare her off with a stern look. Failing that, he started pulling on the strap, giving out a somewhat tentative laugh.

“Really not a good idea.”

“I wanna play, too! Please!”

“Franny—”

With an ear-splitting screech, she slipped the ball gag from Ian’s grasp and set off running out of the room.

“Crap,” Ian muttered, slapping hard at Mickey’s arm when he had the nerve to chuckle. “Dumbass, your dick’s on the line here, too, you know?”

In the kitchen, he found Franny making rounds around the table; the sex toy held over her head victoriously like a golden trophy. Thankfully, the only person sitting there was Lip, who seemed genuinely entertained by the sudden spectacle.

“Uncle Lip, Uncle Lip, do you wanna play with my ball gag?” Franny asked mid-run.

“Uh, maybe later?” Still smiling, Lip shot his brother a look, pointedly raising a brow.

“Franny?” Ian tried playing nice with a sing-song voice. When the kid slipped past him over and over again, he decided to change his tactics. “Franny! Gimme that!”

“No!” she yelled stubbornly as she took off toward the living room. Unluckily for her, that’s where Mickey, having come down the other set of stairs, caught her. 

As he walked back with her, he held her under his arm so that her tiny legs kicked the air behind his back as she tried to wiggle free. “Sorry, kid, but Uncle Mickey doesn’t share his toys,” he told her as he settled her down in the kitchen. 

Lip sniggered into his mug. 

“So, breakfast?” Mickey suggested after he passed the ball gag to Ian. “I’m fuckin’ starving.”

While Ian hid the sex toy upstairs, Mickey made Pop-Tarts. And Franny, being the good girl she was, sat there through all that and quietly sulked. 

Then, after nibbling on her breakfast for some time, she stood up resolutely.

“I’m gonna go bustanut,” she stated loudly, nearly prompting Lip to choke on his coffee.

He watched as Mickey cackled, and shook his head.

“Debbie’s gonna kill you both, you know?”

Mickey just smirked. “Can’t wait to see her try.”

[gallavichmallagher]

Mickey is definitely a bad speller whereas Ian tries to have decent handwriting when it counts