Info!; My name is Gage, He/him please! 20, autistic!! Pls be patient with me
I am sorta new to Tumblr so please bear with me, I do not know tumblr etiquette 😭 I mostly lurked before actually using this account for something
I mostly will be posting/interacting with the Smosh fandom!! Smosh, DnP, Ethan Nestor, etc! I would love to make friends in the fandom also. I also feel a need to say this, I will be talking about/interacting with RPF!! Keep that in mind if it makes you uncomfortable!
Writing an Ian hecox x reader and suddenly realizing I, infact, maybe don't know how to write a x reader anymore. My wattpad knowledge is leaving me😔 would perhaps someone be interested in giving me their opinion/beta reading it for me? It's not done yet but yk
Back when Ethan Nestor (or CrankGamePlays, or EEF) posted his video talking about going to a furry convention, I felt inspired to draw some ideas of a fursona for him! This silly but helpful, agile but chaotic fella definitely strikes me as an opossum type, so here's what I ended up with! Ethan or "Teefan" Nestor!
(also yes that is a 10-Minute Power Hour reference in the bottom wehweh)
Writing rpf fanfics in my personal notebook is all fun and games until I accidentally leave my notebook at work and i'm now petrified of my boss being nosey and seeing me write about youtubers fucking each other. Genuinely shitting bricks over it
Made some Een doodles while I was in the hospital to kill some time, especially had to draw his smosh mouth fit because he was so cutie in it. Also pubby Anthony x Kibby Ian.
“Not too much to do tonight, just wanna look over the new edit on the PressAlike video before it goes out—“
“Sorry? The new what video?”
“The new PressAlike video, they just finished the edit—“ Anthony barely has time to finish his sentence before Ian slams him up against the wall of the office, his hands surprisingly strong around Anthony’s throat.
“Ian, what—?” Anthony chokes out, but Ian just shoves him again, his finger pressing harder up against Anthony’s trachea. Anthony’s hands are around Ian’s wrists now, trying to pry him off to no avail.
“The new what video?” Ian repeats, anger sharp and evident in his voice this time, and Anthony realizes his mistake.
“The— the new— ah—“ Anthony struggles as Ian keeps squeezing his throat. “SmoshAlike! The new Smosh—ah—Alike video—!”
That’s right,” Ian snarls. His face inches away from Anthony’s. Anthony lets out an involuntary whimper and then he finds himself dropping to the ground, coughing, having been released from Ian’s grasp.
“Ian, I’m—“ he’s sputtering out the words between coughs, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes from the fight for air and the embarrassment of how much he’s drooling, “I’m—I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Good.” Ian reaches down, catches Anthony’s chin in his hand and forces him to look up. “Don’t forget. It’s ours.”
Ian swipes a string of spit from Anthony’s lower lip. His blue eyes pierce into Anthony’s and Anthony shivers at the growing hardness he can feel between his legs.
