#this shmoo writes

[shmoo92]

I am having nebulous thoughts about Caribert, cousin of Kaeya, being more conversant, more diplomatic, and more *everything* than Kaeya, Kaeya fancying Kokomi (or maybe they’re already betrothed!), and Kaeya being jealous / anxious about Caribert stealing Kokomi away

[mimimis000]

aw man i lost the post but

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა a little abt me!

-I am 18yrs old! and you can call me mimis :33

-i recently had the urge to start posting on tumblr so here i am (please welcome me⸝⸝⸝⸝) & i love cute things!

-i started having such an obsession with the maze runner (its not even funny) (if you know any good fics, please dont hesitate to share with me:D) and the hunger games!

-i'm a huge fan of tgcf, mdzs, and svsss!!

-theres a tiny possibility i might write fanfics too but im a little nervous so im not sure yet!

-i love love loveeee watching movies and dramas and i do like kpop

-at first i may be very shy but I PROMISE I CAN BE BETTER

-oh! and i have a full time job! i work monday-friday

-some artists i absolutely adore are night riots, wallows, juno roome, yeek, unflirt, the mar��as, shmoo, men i trust, estrada, soma, and oscar lang! these are js a few, heres my spotify acc ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵ ࿁ ˂̵ ꒱ྀིა

[themandylion]

When you know nothing about a fandom beyond what you've skimmed from Tumblr and a handful of fics you read years ago, have never seen even a minute of the source material, but you have a Mighty Need for very specific fic in it and oh. Oh no. You're probably going to have to write it yourself.

[vellaphoria]

Journalists in Gotham Don’t Have it Easy...

In his time working at the Gotham Gazette, Marcus had seen a lot of shit. Sure, there was the simple stuff. Things like robberies. Gangs. Murder. But that was in every city.

Gotham was different. It had a crime beat, sure But it also had a super crime beat.

In his first week on the job, Marcus got wrapped up in an assignment that would lead to an undercover infiltration of one of Two-Face’s gangs, a corruption case with evidence so thorough it finally got Mayor Hady kicked out of office, and three different encounters with exploding penguins that, quite frankly, utterly destroyed his ability to truly enjoy nature documentaries. With his camera and some good luck, the results had won him a national award for photojournalism.  

It came with the city. And a Gotham beat reporter wasn’t worth their salt if they couldn’t handle a little weird.

But this went beyond weird. It busted straight through weird, obliterated bizarre, and landed itself in outright insane territory.

Because, to be honest, Marcus really wasn’t sure what he was seeing. If you had asked him right then, he would have told you that he had just stumbled into a Wayne Enterprises boardroom. And in that boardroom sat Timothy Drake-Wayne, the formerly presumed dead, inexplicable teenaged interim CEO of Gotham’s most notable, most charitable, and occasionally most notorious corporation.

That wasn’t the weird part. Not even close.

Because surrounding the people kid were not members of the WE board of directors. They weren’t the company’s staff and employees. They weren’t even the collection of eclectic ‘family’ that always seemed to be in the Waynes’ orbit.

They were ninja.

There were just. Ninja. Everywhere.

They sat in the other boardroom chairs. They leaned against the walls. One was even spreadeagled on the table while another two tried to see how many of those complimentary Wayne Tower cups they could stack on the first ninja's body.

The count was impressive.

At the head of the table, Mr. Drake-Wayne had propped his feet on its mahogany surface. He leaned back in the oversized, leather chair to a point where it was nearly falling over. The only counterweight that kept that from happening was a leather-clad woman with a shaved head so shiny that Marcus almost had to squint against it.

He stood. He stared. It was a solid minute before any of them acknowledged him.

With a groan that sounds much more teenaged than the high-end, Western-style business suit made him look, Mr. Drake-Wayne finally looked at Marcus.

Thirty ninja looked with him.

"You look a little lost," Mr. Drake-Wayne said casually, as if at least five of the ninja hadn't just drawn weapons that Marcus knows for a fact are not considered legal in America.

The harsh boardroom light glinted off of them. Mr. Drake-Wayne’s narrowed eyes pierced through him with the focus of a hypodermic needle. Marcus swallowed his panic.

“Um,” he started, eloquently. “That’s one way to put it. I was just looking for the…”

There was no sound but the squeak of leather as the bald woman clenched fingers on the back of Mr. Drake-Wayne’s chair. Her hand drifted to her hip, beneath her jacket. Marcus had been in this business long enough to know when someone was packing heat.

He took one step back. Another.

“You know what? It’s not important. I’m just going to…”

“Wait.” Mr. Drake-Wayne held up a hand. The back of Marcus’ foot hit something, and when he turned around all he could see was dark ninja clothing and the wide, sharp smile of a woman he didn’t feel particularly keen on messing with.

“Now, I’d like to believe that you could just walk out of here and keep quiet about it until the mechanisms of the powers that be come to fruition.”

The was a hand on his shoulder. Marcus whirled around again and found himself facing Mr. Drake-Wayne himself. He was shorter than he’d thought. He’d crossed the room without Marcus hearing him. The room was too big for that to have been physically possible.

Marcus looked down. This close, Mr. Drake-Wayne looked even younger. But there was something about his eyes…

“If my associate were here, he’d probably have you disposed of as quietly as possible.”

Marcus might as well have been a statue for how still he stood.

“I didn’t see anything,” he said. Self-preservation, if anything.

Mr. Drake-Wayne smiled. There was something deeply disconcerting about it.

“I believe you.” The hand tightened on his shoulder. “Which is why today is your lucky day. My associate isn’t here, and between you and me, I find his methods rather distasteful.”

The bone in his shoulder felt like it was straining beneath the pressure. How did someone so small have a grip that was so strong?

“I walked into an empty boardroom,” Marcus said, half-shaking, “Must have gotten turned around, somehow.”

Mr. Drake-Wayne smiled. “That’s good to hear.”

He held a hand out. Snapped his fingers.

The bald woman approached. At a gesture from her, Marcus put his arms out for her to pat him down. Hands traced his sides, thorough but strictly professional. Which was more than he’d normally expect from a Gotham pat-down.

The woman tensed, hands going rigid over his side-holster. She nodded to a nearby ninja – the smiling woman from earlier – and suddenly there was a knife to his throat. Shifting around him, the bald woman reached beneath his jacket, finding his holster.

Her tension only receded a fraction when she realized it had been modified to hold something other than a weapon. With a grunt, she unclasped it, pulling out the camera he’d snuck into the building. It was just a little thing compared to what he normally hauled around the city, but Wayne Enterprises security has always been pretty top-notch. And it wasn’t like he could have snuck his normal equipment through a third story bathroom window… but he’d been following a lead on the ownership of some shady warehouse-based operations that had popped up at the docks. And more often than not investigative journalism operated outside the bounds of propriety and security checks.

The woman inspected it. Her cold eyes flashed across it, fingers prodding for anything that might be hidden or dangerous.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped up to his face.

“All clear,” she said, waving off the ninja. “Just a camera, Boss.”

If Marcus didn’t know better, he would have said that Mr. Drake-Wayne laughed a little at that. It hadn’t seemed that funny.

“What goes around…” he muttered. The woman handed him the camera.

He took his hand off Marcus’ shoulder to inspect it. “Good quality, but not what I’d expect from someone of your caliber.”

Except for Mr. Drake-Wayne’s, all eyes were on Marcus. The bald woman’s hand drifted back beneath her jacket. Gunmetal beneath leather.

Mr. Drake-Wayne rested a hand on her arm.

“That won’t be necessary.”

She didn’t budge. For a moment, the tension in the room wavered and frayed.

Finally, Mr. Drake-Wayne looked up, glancing behind him.

“Stand down.” His voice held a sort of authority Marcus didn’t often hear from anyone younger than thirty-five, let alone a kid who all of Gotham’s tabloids said wouldn’t even be twenty for another few months.

“Now, Mr. Yao.”

Marcus almost died on the spot. How the hell did this kid know his name? National awards aside, he didn’t think he’d even be near Mr. Wayne-Drake’s radar.

“I have a certain admiration for people who sneak into places they aren’t supposed to. When they do it with a camera, especially.”

If that was sarcasm, he had no idea. Marcus couldn’t get a read on this kid.  

“But you must understand that the sensitive nature of what we’re doing here requires a bit more… let’s say secrecy. While we do live in something of a post-truth era and the value of facts is quite diminished, my associate does hate complications. Perhaps –“

“Boss,” the bald woman coughed into her fist, interrupting.

“Hm?” Mr. Drake-Wayne asked, turning to her.

“You’re monologuing.”

He blinked at her. Blinked again.

“Fuck.” There was more emotion in that single word than there had been in everything else the kid had said that night combined.

“Ugh, don’t tell him about this?” Mr. Drake-Wayne asked. He sounded like a disgruntled teenager.  

The woman gave him a look that read something like why are you discussing this in front of the prisoner?

“You know we won’t.”

“Yeah,” Mr. Drake-Wayne replied. “That’s true.”

He turned back to Marcus.

“Sorry about that. In summary: pics or it didn’t happen.” He snapped his fingers once more. Another ninja came up to him.

“Take anything from floors thirty through forty-two off of this. Replace it with the pictures from that time Tam found Lex’s people trying to break into our servers.”

The ninja nodded and ran off through door Marcus had come in through.

Mr. Drake-Wayne looked back to Marcus.

“That’ll probably take a few minutes,” he said. “We’re not sure how many pictures you took before you ran in here.”

Marcos had taken a lot of pictures. Nearly a third of them were about to be deleted and replaced with some sort of secret corporation war blackmail.

White collar was not supposed to be his beat.

But this was Gotham.

“Your patience is appreciated. I realize you might have walked into some things that would best remain unexplained, primarily for your own safety, but I’d like for no one to say that I’m not a good host. So.” Mr. Drake-Wayne glanced at the ninja. They scurried out of the room. The bald woman put her back to the wall next to the door and crossed her arms, staying put.

“While you wait, how about we sit down and talk like civilized people? I saw your work with the Iceberg Lounge piece. Compelling stuff, if you don’t mind me saying.”

The kid crossed the room, gesturing to a chair to the left of the one at the head of the table.

A glare from the bald woman told him there wasn’t much of a choice, so Marcus followed.

A ninja seemed to emerge from the wall, carrying coffee service in what looked to be the Iranian style. Mr. Drake-Wayne narrowed his eyes. “I thought I told Ra’s…”

The ninja shrugged.

“Fine.” He turned back to Marcus. “Sit. Stay a while. I’m between meetings and bored out of my mind.”

“Um…” Marcus started.

Mr. Drake-Wayne’s smile widened a fraction. Something flashed in his eyes.

For a single moment, his irises looked like they were a startling, lurid green.

“That wasn’t a request.”

[magnetothemagnificent]

Why do you spell Abraham with v? Is it a hebrew way to spell it? I'm not a native english (nor hebrew) speaker so I'm used to seeing names spelled either in my mother tongue or in the 'standard' english way

Yes, in Hebrew it is pronounced "Avraham." It was anglicized to Abraham by Christians.

Other common names Jewish names that were anglicized and how they're actually pronounced:

['ch' is pronounced like the 'ch' in Challah]

Eve- Chava (Cha-vah)

Noah- Noach (No-ach)

Isaac - Yitzchak (Yitz-chak)

Rebecca- Rivka (Riv-kah)

Jacob- Yaakov (Yah-ah-kove)

Rachel (Rah-chel)

Judah- Yehudah (Yeh-hoo-dah)

Josef- Yosef (Yo-sef)

Moses- Moshe (Mo-sheh)

Aaron- Aharon (Ah-hah-rone)

Jethro- Yitro (Yit-roe)

Joshua- Yehoshua (Yeh-hoe-shoo-ah)

Samson- Shimshon (Sheem-shone)

Elijah- Eliyahu (Eh-lee-yah-hoo)

Samuel- Shmuel (Shmoo-el)

Saul- Shaul (Shah-ool)

David (Dah-veed)

Abigail- Avigayil (Ah-vee-gah-eel)

Solomon- Shlomo (Shloe-moe)

Gabriel- Gavriel (Gav-ree-el)

Michael (Mee-chah-el)

Usually when Hebrew names are anglicized, the "v" sound is changed to a "b" sound, the "y" sound is changed to a "j" sound (there's actually no "j" sound in Hebrew), the "t" sound is changed to a "th" sound, and the "ch" sound is chanced to either "h" or "ch" as in "chocolate". And sometimes there's even more weird shit done to the word or name like in "Solomon".

I don't like to write Hebrew names in their anglicized way because I don't want Jewish words and language to be suppressed. The only time I'll write things in their anglicized way is if I'm explaining myself to people who don't know.

[shmoo92]

“‘Name of my little brother’.” Tim’s hand slides deeper into his hair. “Timmy.” He sighs. “Why?”

“‘Damian’?” offers Steph.

Tim whines, and, “He wasn’t around when I made this.”

Steph hmmms.

Tim stares at the screen helplessly.

“Did your mom or step mom ever mention baby names?”

Lightbulb!

Tim’s fingers fly across the keyboard—

Steph smugs.

—“FUCK.”

Steph’s smirk slides off.

“What! was! I! thinking!!!”

Steph sighs heavily, digs a goober from her bag, and tosses it at Tim’s head.

(It bounces off his hair and clatters to the desk.)

“Just use a goober! Honestly, Tim.”

Tim jabs a finger at his PC, imprint of the number keys etched in his forehead. “This is Tumblr!” He digs his hands back into his hair. “I should not need a goober capable of frying the League of Assassins’ network for half an hour to get into my decade-old blog!”

Steph ruffles her magazine. “Ok, buttercup.”

Tim screeches and throws himself at his laptop.

.

“FIFTY FOUR MINUTES.”

“Hacker voice!” cheers Steph. “You’re in!”

“Whoop,” Tim says absently, poking at the screen.

A mess of colors opens up.

”Ooooo, goody!” Steph hops over. “Can’t wait you see what the Tim-of-yesterday got to posting.”

Tim’s smile falls somewhat.

“So did you remember your password or did you fall victim to the call of the goober? Also, can I steal your password and post dumb shit when you’re not looking? Also—“

“Hush, Grasshopper.” Tim gathers her close. “All in good time.”

“So you did hack into your own account.” Steph prods Tim’s hip with her elbow. “You must be soooo ashamed, Mister “my goober can fry the LoA for half an hour”.”

“Oh shut up.”

Steph cackles.

I just spent 54 minutes trying to hack into this (my own) tumblr. Tim Drake would be so ashamed of me.  

[alyjojo]

No presidential drama today (if ya don’t watch the shit, glad I don’t 😌). Learned about types of energy with one and fossils with the other...to piggyback on one of her teacher’s random lessons. More on simplifying fractions.

Bam got to play weather girl for a small activity. Shmoo learned about silent consonants (wrong, know, etc.) We rode bikes on the trail for gym.

Great start to the week ❤️

[campyvillain]

baby shmoo finest facts..fun!

1. baby shmoo is named after the Greek word for "little."

2. baby shmoo is part of a genetic mutation that causes the body's hair to become very dense, like taffy. This prevents hair loss in cases where the mutation does not affect the genes that make it grow; for example, an injury from a car crash.

3. baby shmoo can't really grow and it is hard to train a dog to eat food. sad!

4. baby shmoo can be trained for some things if you have money.

5. baby shmoo needs a special diet because of this gene mutation.

6. when baby shmoo gets older, he will learn how to walk with one leg, so that he doesn't hurt himself, but he won't be able to walk on his two legs as much.

7. in order to do this, he has to learn how to balance on his two legs.

8. baby shmoo is a little boy who can see out of both eyes at oncebabies cannot usually dothis

9. this ability allows him to talk and understand people around him by flipping them off

10. baby shmoo uses scream and also communicates by writing and scream.

11. baby shmoo likes music, movies and books, and he also likes reading (especially when people die).

12. during training, baby shmoo learns how to ride a horse while walking on his two legs.

13. when he reaches the age where he should start learning to read and write, his mother takes him to a bookshop and they find a book titled "KILL BABY SHMOO!"

14. he reads it, and it explains that killing someone is bad and there are many reasons why babies need to not die.

15. if you're going to kill baby shmoo, die first!

[shmoo92]

Vaguely shape of water AU

Kaeya’s the prince of Khaenri’ah; he’s being led on a tour of the Abyss’s laboratory; they’re waxing poetically about how Khemia is about to leap forward by decades thanks to a recent discovery—

The abyss opens the door into a lab; inside, there’s a tank, and inside the tank is—

a mermaid from Enkonomiya, a creature so rare the world thought them extinct

Kaeya is /disgusted. “You’ve created mechanical marvels so wondrous as to be the envy of the gods themselves and you debase yourselves torturing a living creature?”

The Abyss is a lil flabbergasted and can only splutter and gape as Kaeya orders his retinue to fetch blankets and bring his car around. He keys in the royal override, emptying the tank and the mermaid out onto the floor, soaking their shoes and boots with whatever goo was in there

Kaeya gingerly gathers the mermaid into the blanket, saturating it with goo, and carries her to his car

idk if they return to his residence where she recuperates or if they go directly to the ocean

As he carries her from the lab, she rests her head on his shoulder

Except he smells like health and life and *meat*

*and she’s so hungry*

But he’s also taking her away from this bad lifeless place; it would be rude to eat him

When she presses her face to his neck, Kaeya shifts her in his arms and cradles her head

and he’s a liiiil weirded out when her teeth scrape over his skin

(They don’t cut him, she’s just letting him know they’re there)

She rubs her forehead against him, she nuzzles, then ever so lightly, ever so gently, she touches her teeth to his jugular.

Kaeya … he stops walking. Something deep in the ancient, primal part of his brain is screaming *DANGER*.

But the mermaid doesn’t bite down. She just returns her head to his shoulder.

Her skin, pulled tightly over her hands and cheekbones, seems sallow, and her scales dull. But maybe that’s just the dim light of the lab corridors. Or maybe—

“You must be starving.”

Kaeya has one of his retinue track down an office phone.

Upon their arrival, there’s a somewhat confused grocer waiting outside their store with a bag of stewing beef.

(Kaeya has them paid handsomely)

Kokomi pushes herself back off of Kaeya’s lap until she bumps the wall of the vehicle and props herself up.

Kokomi tries to be tidy. She has manners, after all. (Make it clean.) if she weren’t so *hungry* she would fret as to how much *tail* she has: it’s sprawled over kaeya’s legs, the bench, onto the floor. How it’s taking every drop of self control to keep her tail from lashing, to keep herself from becoming bloody ~~by killing~~. She’s so hungry she doesn’t notice the motion of the vehicle, that Kaeya swaps out the trays when they become empty, that she nearly takes some of his fingers off when he isn’t careful that one time.

Upon returning to the palace, kaeya carries Kokomi to the swimming and oh—

Kokomi stretches out and sinks to the bottom.

This is nice.

.

Over the next few days, Kokomi is living the life: Sure, the water’s a little stale and she would appreciate some cover, but she doesn’t have to spend a drop of energy on catching prey what with Kaeya (or his staff) bringing her food, she can rest and heal and recuperate.

Kaeya drags as much of his office into the room as he can and does most of his work by the pool.

He’s dictating a letter to his secretary (who’s paid not to raise an eyebrow at Kaeya’s antics) when they hear an unfamiliar voice from the water echoing Kaeya.

They attend Kokomi; she repeats what Kaeya had just said a second time, quite pleased with herself.

Kaeya immediately shucks his work and devoted himself to teaching Kokomi words.

By the time she’s grown restless in the pool, she can label Kaeya with his name and a dozen or so objects. Kaeya, in turn, can passably trill Kokomi’s name as well as “water” (or “home”, he’s not entirely sure).

.

Kokomi tries her best not to squirm too much when she smells the sea. She knows Kaeya can tell she’s excited; he murmurs things that sound nice in her ear.

(She likes the feeling)

Wisely, Kaeya cuts free the blankets around her tail before they leave the car.

This part of the coast has a fairly long sandbar; the car drives as close to the shore as it can, and Kaeya, barefoot, sets off with her in his arms.

The water’s as deep as his shins before he lets her go, setting her down gently on the sand (and soaking himself in the process). She twists herself to be under the water, and with one powerful push of her tail, she’s—

Once in open water, she /exhales. Corkscrews through the ocean, rinsing herself of surface air and lifelessness. She coasts for a minute, and then flips herself around and zips back to the surface.

“I was hoping you’d say goodbye,” says Kaeya.

Kokomi makes grabby hands.

Kaeya chuckles, tosses his sodden shirt aside, and wades out to her.

Kokomi takes his hand and pulls him off his feet and into her arms. She swims them out far enough that—

It’s just the two of them, hanging in space.

Kokomi wraps her arms his trunk and twines her tail around his legs and holds him tight.

Kaeya slides his hands over her back, holding her just as tightly. Feels the flutter of her gills against his skin. He presses his mouth to her neck.

Kokomi purrs, tangles her fingers in his hair. She tugs, just a bit, and when Kaeya lifts his head, she strokes his cheeks.

(She’s so blurry. Kaeya’s eyes /sting.)

Kokomi presses her mouth to his.

He kisses her back.

She sighs happily and leans in.

But then, she pulls away.

Her tail uncoils from his legs though … it does linger.

Kokomi grasps his arms. Kaeya sees the muscles in her shoulders flex, and then he’s rocketing towards the surface.

He looks back when he gets his feet back beneath him.

He swears there’s a pink dot on the horizon.

He takes his time returning to the car, climbing in, claiming he’s drying off.

(He’s sure the dot’s still there.)

His retainers finally coax him in.

.

That summer, he has a courtier head to the beach the day before his vacation is to begin and announce his arrival to the ocean.

He doesn’t bother unpacking upon arrival; he tosses his rucksack on his bed and immediately makes for the shore.

She isn’t there.

Kaeya slumps on the sand and in no way shape or form spends the rest of the day sulking or moping.

As the sun sets, his retinue coaxes him back inside. He pokes and prods at his supper (but, with much cajoling, does manage a few bites), and then drags himself to his room to most certainly not continue sulking or moping.

The next day, he sighs his way through breakfast and his retinue shoo him from the house (though they do so responsibly; a guard lurks on the beach).

Kaeya’s a pile of misery upon a rock when a hand reaches from the water, grabs his ankle, and yanks him in.

Kokomi, smiling brightly, has him pinned to the sand.

She can tell the moment his eyesight resolves and when he can tell it’s her; she kisses him silly.

Kaeya tangles his hands in her hair and kisses her back.

[shmoo92]

In a Chakoleigh!AU,

Raleigh, from upstairs: has anyone seen my burgundy sweater?

Chuck, in the laundry room, holding an itty bitty burgandy jumper, suddenly sweating: ....

Later,

Raleigh: >sloooow blink at Max, curled up with Chuck on the sofa< Is ... is that my sweater?

Chuck: >casts a dismissive eye on Max's jumper< I said it looked better on the dog.

Raleigh: you said, 'that jumper would look better on the floor' and ganged up with Mako to prove it and you did, so I'm wondering how it went from the floor to tiny and on Max

Chuck: it turns out red jumpers don't make beige jumpers go pink in the dryer.

Raleigh: I figured it ended up in there. Max looks great, though!

(via alextumay)

[loveimp]

Wanting to write but the only words in my head are

they kissy smooshie chu chu chu wuv each other warm round googoo nyu shmoo

Like a deranged person

[ghostchasersmagazine]

Opinions on Fangface??

Fangface is a show that’s been on my radar for a little while now and I knew I’d get to eventually since it is definitely something that ticks the boxes for shows I talk about on this blog - a monster kid, teenagers solving mysteries, Jerry Dexter voicing one of the characters. 

I’ve seen three of the episodes now (6,7, and 8), and so far I’m liking it. I like the take on the werewolf transformation the show has, with it being a psychological sort of deal with the whole Jekyll and Hyde thing it has going on. I especially like how the transformation can be triggered by just images of the sun and moon as well, again playing into the psychological side of being a werewolf.

The fact that it’s a show with a werewolf protagonist leads to a lot of fun mysteries that couldn’t be done in most of the other Mystery Teen shows, too - in the episodes I’ve seen so far there’s been dinosaurs, supervillains, and space creatures. It’s also an excuse to use sound effects from shows like Superfriends, which is always a bonus in my book since I have a ton of nostalgia for that series. These scenarios gave me strong The New Shmoo vibes, which makes sense given that they aired about the same time (though I think that Fangface did come out first).

The character designs are good as well, which I expected since I tend to like the designs in this kind of show. Puggsy’s design is probably my favorite since its the most unique amongst the Mystery Teen-type designs. The designs for Fangface is both his human form and werewolf form are good too, I like the backwards cap and lone fang. Kim stands out at least a little bit since she has darker skin which is rare in these shows, and Biff’s design is perfectly serviceable - not particularly memorable but nice enough.

Character-wise I do like Puggsy’s character, I like his talking mannerism of saying similar-but-not-quite-right words and his snarky-ness works well for comedic purposes. I mostly like his and Fangface’s dynamic, though that thing where Fangface always tries to attack him right after transforming is a little weird to me. According to Wikipedia their relationship and Puggsy’s character in general is supposed to be based on something I’ve never heard of before, so I suppose that’s a sign of good writing if I can still enjoy it without getting the reference. 

The main criticism I have with Fangface so far is that I wish the show did more with Kim and Biff, because there’s very little if anything going on with them. It is true that the comedic relief + companion characters often get the most screen time in these shows and that the “main guy and girl have limited personality” criticism can be applied to most of them as well, but at least those other shows will show what the two of them are doing while the group is split up to get some character interaction out of them. In the three episodes I saw there was basically none of that for Kim and Biff. The only thing I really remember about Kim is that she says “Willikers” as her catchphrase, and the only thing I really got from Biff is that he’s voiced by Jerry Dexter, so almost every time he was on screen my main thought was “yeah that’s Alan from Josie and the Pussycats all right” (aside from the one time it was “yeah that’s Ted from Goober and the Ghost Chasers all right”).

But like I said though, I am enjoying it so far. I debated whether or not I should post screenshots and stuff from it on this blog since it’s not actually Hanna Barbera but Ruby Spears, and I came down on the side of yes, if only because Ruby and Spears were the co-creators of Scooby Doo and thus it seems fair to include their other Mystery Teen show. The Fangface group can be honorary HB mystery solvers if you will.

[shmoo92]

Ranger Raleigh Becket skips onto the mat, almost giddy. “Remember, Ranger Mori, It’s a dialogue, not a fight.”

Mako saunters to her side. “All the same, Ranger Becket, a little less conversation, please.”

Raleigh readies his bo. “Oh, I’ll give you action.”

Mako draws hers. “More than last night, I hope.”

“You weren’t saying that this morning.”

Mako grins. “I’m saying it now.”

They fly.

Polished wood cracks, ringing through the Kwoon like a thunder clap.

.

(The part of Jake that isn’t transfixed by their spar feels he should cover Amara’s eyes, look away, or shoo everyone from the room, but he doesn’t know in which order.)

Listen I’m not proud and I want cheesy things, I want the cheesiest possible thing, I want a Pacific Rim 3 where they are making their final preparations to go once more unto the Breach and recruiting every remotely capable pilot they can find and it’s Kwoon trial time and honestly none of these people can fight and Jake is just scrolling through the roster on his tablet confirming that they have reached the bottom of the barrel and then Amara tugs on his sleeve and he doesn’t look up right away but two pairs of bare feet are stepping onto the mat and finally he does the cheesiest possible doubletake and drops his tablet, the whole nine yards because right there in his Shatterdome, Mako Mori and Raleigh Becket are starting to spar

[likeshootingstarsinthenightsky]

Nap Time (Nolan Patrick)

@going-full-shmoo sorry this took me a little bit of time to write! But here it is! 

You were lying on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching highlights from last night’s hockey games. The sound of the rain hitting the windows in the background. It wasn’t long until you felt your eyes getting heavy.

Nolan walked into your shared place and heard the TV. Making his way to the living room, he saw you fast asleep on the couch. Smiling he place a kiss to your temple, and slowly lowers himself onto the couch, making sure that he doesn’t wake you up. In your sleep, you curl into Nolan, and a soft sigh leaves your lips. Nolan smiled at the movement, and it wasn’t long until Nolan fell asleep too.

When you woke up, you weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew that you had been asleep for a while. Another thing you knew, was that you were warm. It felt like someone had put a warm and heavy blanket on top of you. As you started to become more aware of your surroundings, you realized that there wasn’t a blanket. It was Nolan.

You brought your hands up to play with his hair. After a minute, you felt Nolan stir. Soon you were met with your boyfriend’s eyes looking at you; there was a bit of confusion in his sleepy eyes.

“Did I fall asleep?” He asks, his voice raspy from sleep. You giggle and nod your head. You hear him groan.

“Hi.” You say smiling at your boyfriend, “you make a really great blanket.” Nolan laughs at that.

“Well you make a great pillow (Y/N),” and it’s your turn to laugh.

“Nols?” You ask, your hands finding their way into his hair. You see him look down at you, “your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

Nolan blushed at your compliment, and you heard him mumble something, but it was so low that you couldn’t understand it.

“What?” You asked Nolan, since you couldn’t quite hear him.

“I used your conditioner.” He says, and the blush on his face is even more visible. You try to contain your laughter, but you can’t help it. You hear Nolan mumble, “It’s not funny.”

Once you’re able to control your laughter, you respond, “I think it’s cute.”

“I know something that’s cuter than me.” Nolan says.

“What could possibly be cuter than you?” You ask. You see Nolan smirk.

“You.” It was your turn to blush at Nolan’s words.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re such a sap?” You ask him.

“Did anyone tell you that you ruined a moment.” Nolan fires back.

The two of you look at each other, both trying to figure out something to say. You hear a soft giggle come from your boyfriend, and that causes you to start giggling. Nolan shifts, and sits up on the couch. He extends his hand towards you, and you allow him to pull you up to sit next to him.

“I love you (Y/N).” He says after placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Love you too Nolan, even when you’re being a total sap!”

[kiragecko]

@shmoo92

“I took a calculated risk, but wow am I bad at math,” in Jellyfish Language!

(Which WASN’T one of the options, but I love you Shmoo, and will gladly play with made up scripts at your request!)

To write in Jellyfish, you need to first transcribe your words phonetically. Here’s how it breaks down:

“ʌi tʊk ʌ kal-kyu-lei-tɛd rɪsk bʌt wau am ʌi bad at maθ”

Hope you like it, Shmoo!

[vellaphoria]

10, 11, and 17 for the writer ask please!

Hi Shmoo! Thanks for the ask! :D

10. Where do you like to write?

Mostly while sitting on my couch! I've got great natural light in my living room, and usually I can convince my cat to keep me company when I work there <3

11. Most bizarre idea for writing you’ve had?

I'm not really sure what even counts as bizarre at this point lmao. Buuuut probably the trope-filled "identity porn royalty AU cabin fic. With dragons" (thanks mandy!) dicktim fic that I've been working on for a while now...

17. Search for the word “bird” in your wip and post the sentence.

"The last thought that crossed Dick’s mind before the pain and shock took him was that he’d always wanted to see the world from a bird’s point of view - just not like this."

Which is also from the fic mentioned in answer 11