Now let’s get to the business of introducing your recap for October. If you are not familiar with our recap, it’s just a collection of the fanart, pictures, and fanfic from the month. We gather them into a list so that they’re easier to find. ;) If you notice any missing links, incorrect links, incorrect information, mis-categorized fics, please tell me immediately so I can correct it. A PM or a comment will work just fine, please.
Putting this up now, so that I don’t have to mess with it in November (doing NaNo, ain’t got the time). I will update it if anyone else posts in this month!
October 2013 ReCap:
Note: November and December’s monthly recap will be COMBINED. I will be competing in NaNo WriMo, so I won’t have a ton of time to concentrate on my other hobbies. Also, the traffic on the community is very slow, so I don’t expect anyone will miss this anyhow. :P
Our very own cherryred94 made a bitchin’ Ianthony writing prompt post. If you need some fresh ideas or a great writing distraction, check it out and pick one! Even if you don’t want to write, you can look forward to other talented authors taking a crack at these ideas. Creativity rules!
November’s Monthly Challenge is the same as October’s…to give you guys some time to enter and also to free up time for myself. (I’m greedy). Here is the link, in case you forgot what it was!! Good luck and have a ton of Ianthony-squishy fun!
- Current Mood: geeky
Rating: PG (I mean I guess I could go G but its Smosh so)
Genre: Fluff, a little angst
Summary: It's Thanksgiving and Ian is thankful for, of all things, treehouses.
A/N: I actually wrote this on Thanksgiving but I got really busy so yeah. It's going up on Ian's birthday! Awwe yeah! Let's hope it works this time!
Read Be Thankful for Treehouses here!
In honour of the 26-year anniversary of Ian being expelled from a birth canal (ugh, wait, what?) I drew a little something:
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In other news, I wrote more! Here is the outcome of two weeks' slaving over a laptop:
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at smut (okay. I lied. It's actually my second try at smut, but it IS my first handjob). It hurt to write. But I'm pretty satisfied overall!
Thanks to cryaoticisbest for putting up with many half-assed attempts (cowboys coming soon!) - she's great :)
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- Current Mood:hungry... please don't misinterpret that.
- Current Music:Common People - Pulp
Warnings: Demon/Human, sex, horn kink, demon kink, shota (young teen/adult)
Summary: When Anthony Padilla comes across a rogue boy in the parking lot at the mall, he decides to help him by taking him in from the harsh Sacramento streets. Little did he know that he allowed a creature from the very depths of Hell into his house.
A/N: Hey I'm actually alive. Hi. I haven't been posting as often as usual because of life being super busy and sucky. This one's for a friend of mine who won a contest I had a while back. The type of demon Ian is in the story isn't like the ones from Supernatural although if you're interested in spn I wrote a fic for that too~
Read Evil Eyes here!
Here is an internet hug. -huuuuuuugs-
I don't know how I missed that and I have no excuse what so ever. I'm just worthless. :P
Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!Sorry! Sorry!
It won't happen again!!
\Title: You may now kiss the..Wha?
\Pairing: Anthony and Kalel, Ian and Anthony
\Summary: Anthony is nervous but he's already standing at the alter! What to do...what to do? What the fuck can get him out of this mess?
\Warning: Swearing and REALLY bad analogies.
\Author's notes: If you, like, loooooooove Kalel and Anthony getting married and never want to see Ian and Anthony get married, you probably don't want to read this.
Anthony stared into her eyes, surrounded by a dark kohl line, her lids a shimmering white colour, lips a bright red. He was shaking, sweating. This tuxedo felt crisp and acrid, not his usual attire. Under the bright sunshine of the outdoor alter. He wasn’t paying attention, though he continued to watch the priests lips move as his Mom stared at him with tears in her eyes, clutching a flouncy hat to her chest so hard that it was beginning to bend out of shape.
Anthony’s palms were damp and he was beginning to feel sick. Is this how it always was? He was about to give his life away only to wake up next to the same face every single morning. Every single detail of the wedding seemed to be askew. Her headdress, his bow tie, the end of one row of chairs was slightly out of place. Why did they choose fancy chairs anyway? There was another $400 out of his wedding budget. Budget? It wasn’t a budget anymore, it was spent. This was the actual day, where he was to place a piece of metal around his finger to seal the deal on a slightly forced now or never impulse he did a couple months ago. This was it.
Was this what he was meant to be doing? Like, did he pick the right path? Was everything meant to feel like this on your wedding day? Off cue and stiff? Clearing his throat as his hearing came back into focus.
“I do!” She chimed.
“And do you, Anthony Padilla, choose Kalel Cullen as your lawfully wedded wife?”
Anthony’s brain faltered and made a reboot move, his entire body was forced to shut down and restart as Kalel swallowed, cocked her head forward slightly and breathed quite heavily in. Compensating for Anthony’s awkwardness she turned to the friends and family and made a quick joke to lighten the mood, “He’s trying to decide whether he’s made the right choice!” She giggled, turning to Anthony again. Anthony exhaled and gritted his teeth, nodding at the priest and then opening his mouth only to hear the words come out.
The priest smiled and began the fateful line at the end of any marital ceremony.
“If anybody should have a reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” There was silence, one of something that should shake someone to the core but in such a situation that everyone should be happy to hear it... except the groom wasn't.
He heard something behind him, someone taking the steps down from the alter onto the soft grass in front of the two. Blue eyes, a fringe hanging haphazardly over his eyebrows. A grey suit with a red bow tie, shined shoes, the whole package. He was holding the rings on a royal purple velvet cushion, stepping forward with the rings, then he stopped just before the steps, swaying to and fro. Anthony looked at him with a hint of curiosity lingering in his eyes.
He opened his mouth to say something, then hung his head.
“Awh, man. I can’t fucking do this." A pause, "I do! I have one damn good reason as to why they shouldn’t be wed.”
A quick chatter went across the crowd as they watched the best man at his best friends wedding step forward and bring it all to an astounding stop right before the deal was brought to an end.
“Uh? What?” Kalel sputtered, turning to face her ebony haired fiancé, “What is he doing? Anthony? Stop him!”
Anthony just stood there, looking down at Ian who picked the rings off the pillow and stepped up the steps to where Anthony and Kalel were standing. “I’m not sure if I can bare to let this happen.” Ian said, taking Anthony’s limp hand and placing the ring on his finger. “It would be a shame if I did, actually. Can you imagine?” Ian continued, turning to Kalel and smiling, then tossing the the band of shiny silver to the side of him to land in the grass. Kalel’s eyes widened as she hurriedly turned to go down the stairs to fetch the ring but Ian stopped her.
“Can I ask for a minute of your time? It’ll save some more time in reception, if there is one.”
Another quiver of chatter went across the crowd and then they were silenced by Ian’s stare. A stare of utter hubris, something that a judge would wear when a verdict was finally reached.
Ian cleared his throat and nodded, “Let’s say, okay, or imagine, you’re in a room.” Ian looked over the crowd as people nodded, a perplexed expression clouding each and every one of their faces. “Now imagine, this room is a shop, a convenience store, something you go to every day because it’s easy, and natural.” Ian crossed his arms, flicking his fringe off to the side.
“Now imagine...that you...recently found out that shop was closing, someone who owned the shop gave the okay to the buyer.” Ian chuckled, walking over to Anthony’s mom and dad, leaning on the back of his mom’s chair. “These two were the owners. So then it gets worse! You find out that, oh no! The convenience store is to be turned into a...Man, I don’t know, something that girls like, a...a fucking shoe shop or some shit. You can now officially never, ever, be associated with that shop ever again, but you loved that shop. You loved it. but some bitch came along and decided that with her womanly charm she’d whittle down the price of the shop to something she could afford and steal it away.”
The audience, looked up at Ian who was now facing Kalel, walking up to her nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets. “This is the ‘some bitch’, okay?” Ian said, clasping Kalel’s shoulder, “and this is the shop you loved, you really, really, really loved with all your heart, that you became so attached to.” Ian said, clasping Anthony’s shoulder, “I’m sorry for the shit analogy but shit happens. Before this goes on any further, I’ll ask you this, what if she hired you as the constructor and you ignored her blue print and went for yours instead, you’d turn it back into a convenience store...wouldn’t you?”
There was a silence as Ian turned to face Anthony placing both hands on his shoulders, “And on all wedding days, there’s always a long awaited kiss. Isn’t there?” Ian knocked Anthony off his feet, dipping him and pressing their lips together, in a hasty yet steamy kiss tasting of champagne and sneaky taste of vanilla wedding cake. Ian placed Anthony back on his feet, steadying him as a haze of astonishment misted the whole tent, watching Ian saunter off the podium, snatch his champagne off a nearby table and make his way down the path into the car park.
As the crowd stared now at Anthony and Kalel. Anthony bolted as fast as he could, after Ian, shouting his name, as Kalel stood there, jaw to the floor.
Pairings: Ian Hecox/Anthony Padilla (Ianthony)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, Smut, Gunplay
Summary: "i HAVE A PISTOL IN MY ASS, WRITE A FANFICTION ABOUT THAT."
Author's Notes: A really short smutty ficlet about the new Ian Is Bored. :p
Previous Chapters: None
Read it here c:
'My idea is that we get chinese food. We haven't had that in AGES!' I exclaimed.
It was a sunny day, and Anthony and I were walking down the street in our village, trying to find a restaurant to get food from for a Lunchtime with Smosh. For once we hadn't decided what to eat beforehand.
'Damnit Ian, you always get to decide!' Anthony complained, holding the camera. 'Ian's a very controlling man...' He went on, holding the camcorder above his head and making a strange face.
Jesus Christ, I wish.
I knew I was gay. I'd known it since I was about fourteen, when me and Anthony became proper friends. Ten years on, he still didn't know.
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- Current Mood: nervous
- Current Music:Step by Vampire Weekend
Title: Drabbles (Part I)
Summary: Various drabbles based off a random word generator.
Author's Notes: I'm alive! I haven't been on livejournal in ages and haven't posted in forever. If anyone can remember, I made a deal with 98ninetyeight that I would post some drabbles only if she wrote some smut. We made this deal back in August... of 2012! I haven't even read these in a year. She's busy with school, but I'm tired of waiting. I've decided to post 5 of my total 25 drabbles. I need some incentive to get her to finish. ;) I also don't remember livejournal being such a bitch when it comes to formatting. Let me do what I want, livejournal! D:<Previous Chapters: None.
- Current Location:Dorm
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:Wow - Kylie Minogue
Summary:When Anthony Padilla comes across a rogue boy in the parking lot at the mall, he decides to help him by taking him in from the harsh Sacramento streets. Little does he know he's allowing a creature from the very depths of Hell into his house.
Warnings: Mature content: This fanfic contains slash between a teen and an adult (shota), violent sexual acts, ideologically sensitive slash between a demon/human pairing, and strong sexual themes.
A/N: I TRIED POSTING THIS IN OCTOBER FOR HALLOWEEN BUT IT WOULDN'T LET ME! It turns out I've written so many stories that I reached the maximum limit on how many I can post in this community! I didn't even think that was possible so I was forced to create another account. Don't worry, I'll continue using the old account to post stories (esprz) but I'll use this one to post announcements of the stories I've written. Anyways here it is if you haven't already read it on the other sites I post my fics at! There's also a bit of horn kink in here besides the whole human/demon kink and shota.
Read Evil Eyes here!
Pairing: None yet, implications of something in the future.
Summary: It's time for Prince Ian to take the throne and become the crown king of his kingdom. To do that, however, he must marry another royal. A nearby kingdom has offered a child Ian's own age to become his spouse. Unluckily for Ian, that child is actually a boy. Prince Anthony is nice enough, sure, but Ian can't marry another man! He sends Anthony back home.
However, far off in the distance the hooves of war are clicking near. The Elixor Empire are coming to kill Ian and take over his domain and he's not strong enough militarily speaking to defend himself. He needs help and fast. Suddenly marrying Prince Anthony isn't just a requirement, it's a life line, and it's a risk Ian needs to take to save his people.
A/N: Thank you to cherryred94! For her wonderful ideas! Again, I just want to apologize for the darkness that happens in this chapter but I saw it as a fit way to start the war. Beta-'d and edited by cryaoticisbest THANK YOU SO MUCH! ●﹏●
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I'll be handing out candy, then heading out to the bars and getting shit faced. :P I'll be Anthony and my friend Eric is gonna be Ian because we're lazy. He barely knows who Smosh is but I'll make him watch a few vids before we head out. My friend Michelle made me a wig! lulz!!
What is everyone else dressing as? What are you guys doing? And can I have some candy!
- Current Mood:devious
Pairing: Anthony/Kalel, Anthony/Ian
Ratings and Shit: PG
Summary: Ian does not agree with this wedding
Genre: Realistic Fiction
A/N: OKAY OKAY OKAY, before y'all go grab your pitch forks and machetes for those more exotic may I clarify something? I am all for Anthony and Kalel getting wed, I jus thought I should do this for the heck of it. It's short, it's sweet, it's kind of worth it and it's Ianthony so lighten up, yeah? :D
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- Current Location:Singapore
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:NOSTALGIA MUSIC