#Zoink Gang

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Music Video: Spillage Village (JID x Earthgang) - Baptize

“Baptize” from the ATL - BMore based collective, Spillage Village is pure vibes yo! This track if off their 2021 LP, Spilligion and features JID and Earthgang. Carrying on the spirit of the Dungeon Family, Spillage Village is def one to be reckoned with. Bang that!

[thecluelessdoctor]

so uh hi FNAF MOVIE community and FNaF community in general I have a sacrifice bc I watched the FNAf movie (loved it btw. Pacing wasn't the best but it was still good)

Anyway have me associating the man behind the slaughter with shaggy (sorry for the dogshit lighting)

Part 1 of 100000/j

Just a shitpost lmao. I won't make anything outta it (unless..?/hj)

Edit; alright if this post makes it up to 300 notes I:ll make this into a damn series/webcomic/whatever the fuck you kids call it these days

[pretty-little-aesthetics]

Be Cool Scooby Doo is one of the best iterations of the Scooby Doo franchise and I will DIE ON THIS HILL.

The comedy is perfection. The number of jokes I repeat back to family and friends like, "BUT THE POOFING!!" and "I just CAN'T with Crows!!"...its really fun and silly.

The characters actually get fleshed out. Like Daphne is an utter weirdo, not a lovesick teeny-bopper (yes, a community nbc reference) who only cares about Fred, and she is constantly picking up weird hobbies and interests, and basically holds the group together in this show. Scooby and Shaggy have food loving personalities, not unlike other versions of the franchise, but they are sassy and have their own complex friendship. Velma is a genius girl who struggles socially and has a lot of interest in tech, more so than people. And FRED. Fred usually doesn't have much of a personality in most iterations of Scooby Doo, but he is a controlling, bossy, mystery obsessed guy in this show and he OWNS IT.

Its meta as hell. All of the characters are pretty self aware and in later episodes call out the fact that they are like, doing the same things formulaic-ly. Its hilarious and bizarre for a "kids show" to be doing. I LOVE IT!

[the-scooby-gang]

Velma by Me!

A random thought I just had.

In the rewrite that lives in my head of HBOVelma I thought about a gag where everyone swears at least once (it will depend on the character obviously. I will make that swearing meme at some point to exemplify what I mean)… except Fred

Not because he chose not to.

But because he is always either interrupted or cut out before he can or “Well F *LOUD CAR HORN*”

This only happens to him.

[lexxieannie]

dick ‘spends too much time around alfred’ grayson saying stuff like golly gee and oh my days and holy smokes while being 100% genuine and everyone else is just like 😐

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

I think it should be Friday the 13th on Scooby Doo, but either way.

Enjoy.

[rainbowcatsandthings]

Finally stepping into the world of digital art and of course Shaggy had to be one of my first subjects XD

[joeylivesinspace]

which scooby-doo character gives you the most gender envy

(I don’t have polls (*anger noises*) so just put it in the tags)

[spirit-fingers22]

Where the Scooby Gang at?

Well gang we've got another mystery on our hands

[cthulhuscoconuts]

Elon musk would get so fucked up by scooby doo

[emmakubert]

Zoinks! The gang is heading into their haunted house!

[bagelboihijinks]

Jack Slash: Hey gang! Let’s split up and search for new members!

Shatterbird: Like, zoinks, Jack! We’d better get going!

Nightmarish Horror Beast Bonesaw Made From 3 Apples And A Two By Four: I am the ultimate evil. Complete with hot and cold running water.

Mannequin: Oh my god. This is my life now. What wrathful god did I offend to deserve this. Every second I spend alive on this godforsaken planet is a second wasted in agony. Every time I think that my hatred cannot possibly surpass itself, that it cannot possibly grow to a new extreme, I am proven wrong. Burn. Burn, all of you.

Crawler: It’s Crawling time!

[magicmalcolm]

Jinkies...a box full of clues...

The Crossover We Needed, If Not The One We Deserved.

[supernatural-hunter1]

Here is my thoughts about if the straw hat crew meets the Scooby gang?

First things first, Shaggy Scooby and Luffy would immediately be best friends because the three of them have a shared interest in food. (Aside from luffy, now Sanji has to worry about shaggy and scooby eating everything from the fridge😂)

Sanji, of course, would simp over Velma and Daphne.

Daphne on the other hand would for sure fawn over Zoro (i don't blame her😏😅)

Franky would be interested in the mystery machine. And would ask Fred questions about it?

If they go to a creepy place, Shaggy and Scooby refuses to go Usopp Nami and Chopper would agree, and want to stay behind with the two of them. Plus the 5 of them are just going to run away the minute They see a ghost or a monster?

Velma and Robin would definitely become best friends. Because they both have shared interest in wanting to know histories and knowledge?

Franky and Usopp would definitely help Fred with setting up traps to catch the ghost or monster.

If your going to bribe Scooby with "Scooby snacks" then you might as well bribe luffy with meat, they both can be bait for the ghost or monster.😅

Even if they split up there is no doubt that Luffy would team up with Scooby and Shaggy just to look for food in whatever creepy place, they're at.

I bet when shaggy and scooby first met Brook and jinbai they both got scared but then immediately become friends.

Not gonna lie, the straw hats might think the scooby gangs catchphrase are a bit weird? Like Zoinks, jeepers, Jinkies, Ruh-Roh, let's split up gang, but after a while, luffy's crew would get used to it.

Of course, last but not least, we can't forget about the classic villain line. "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you, meddling kids!" (and the Strawhat pirates too😁)

So needless to say, i think the straw hats would get along with the scooby gang just fine 🙂

[marisatomay]

Not to do doomerism because it’s unhelpful but holy shit that was very bad and we are so screwed gang like zoinks scoob

[nycbabyjoey]

Jinkies!

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

"Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed as she approached the run-down spooky building. "This place is giving me the willies."

"No one said solving this mystery would be for the faint of heart," Velma replied. "But a series of spooky disappearances in a historically haunted town just before Halloween is nothing we can't handle."

Velma and Daphne stood shoulder to shoulder outside the Mystery Machine with their flashlights armed. Mystery Incorporated had gotten a tip a few days ago about tourists going missing in the Halloween destination town of Yawning Creek, Massachusetts.

"The town gets an influx of tourism around Halloween because of the Legend of Yawning Creek," Velma had explained to the gang.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy quivered. "Is that, like, the story where that scary monster hypnotizes people to walk in the creek where they're, like, never heard from again?!"

"The very same," Velma had responded, ambivalent to Shaggy's usual fright towards any mystery that came across their desks.

It was part of the dynamic that had lead to Mystery Incorporated's overwhelming success rate of solving mysteries over the past couple of years and made them world-renowned crime stoppers. Velma was the brains behind the group, analyzing details, collecting clues, and piecing it all together to unmask the supposed "monster" as just another average person with a grievance. Daphne brought the beauty, which allowed her to get accustomed with people, discover their motives, get kidnapped... only sometimes, and help the crew trap the culprit.

The others contributed as well, but it was Velma and Daphne's strong chemistry that landed the two of them here in front of the abandoned building, following a lead they had picked up from the town historian about the disappearances.

Who could've done it? Was it Mayor Bushwell in an effort to stir even more tourism to Yawning Creek in a sick ploy for reelection? Could it be Sheriff Walker, frustrated at the surge of Halloween mischief that the town's spooky origins attracted? Or maybe even the town historian himself, Old Man Jenkins, sending the girls on a wild goose chase so that they didn't catch on to his scheme to show people the true horrors of the town's capitalized-upon history?

The pair hoped that the answers to where these missing people were could be found here - the abandoned Yawning Creek Daycare Center. It was certainly a peculiar crime scene, Velma thought. But she couldn't afford to leave one stone unturned.

"Let's split up," Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," Velma said. "That way, we can cover more ground. Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Hardy-har," Daphne mocked back.

The two went their separate ways once inside the daycare. Velma went right at the reception area and Daphne turned left.

Velma opened the door to discover a large classroom setting that she suspected could fit nearly twenty students. It was quite a big space for a preschool classroom, fitted with shared tables for all the students, a play area with a chest stuffed full of toys like firetrucks and building blocks, and a reading carpet with shelves of childrens' books behind it. Velma always had an interest in reading, even at that young age. She reminisced about sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet and listening to her teacher reading The Rainbow Fish for the class, stopping after each page to show all the pictures.

Velma snapped out of her nostalgic thoughts. It was all very nice, but what did any of this have to do with the missing townspeople? A vengeful mother seeking revenge for the city's decreasing options for childcare? Seems farfetched, Velma figured. I have to look for more clues.

As she made a quick motion to reinspect the classroom, Velma accidentally stumbled on an old-fashioned Farm Animal Noises Wheel, which made a sustained "Mooo!" sound, as she fell to the ground. She caught herself on her two hands and her glasses flew off, sliding across the floor to an unknown destination.

"Oh no, my glasses!" Velma bemoaned. "I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

Velma began crawling on all floors around the Pre-K classroom, attempting to feel out for her spectacles. As she felt around, she grabbed something that felt like a small wooden box. She pulled it close to her face so she could make it out with her poor vision. It was a shape-sorter toy! The one where you had to fit the different shaped pegs in the correct holes. Velma used to love them when she was a tyke! Testing her geometrical knowledge and sharpening her brain was a treat to her at that age.

Velma indulged in her nostalgia by picking up one of the square pegs and placing it in the... wait, which hole did it go in again? Velma sat on the playmat, dumbfounded as she was unable to think of the correct option. She was a genius, after all! After a moment, she tried to jam it through a circle-shaped hole, but it didn't work. She went back to her train of confusion, not noticing as a stream of drool flowed from the side of her mouth onto her bright, orange sweater.

Suddenly, Velma's vision returned as a pair of foreign hands placed her glasses onto her face for her.

"Don't worry," the person said. "You don't have to worry about thinking anymore."

Meanwhile, Daphne searched what appeared to be the infant care area. There were large changing tables and shelves full of fresh diapers. Daphne gagged at the thought of having to change diapers. Gross!

Daphne was not the one to get her hands dirty, literally or metaphorically. Even for Mystery Inc., she wasn't the one collecting clues or putting all the puzzle pieces together; that was Velma. Daphne had the people skills to balance out Velma's analytical mind.

In this abandoned daycare, those skills may not have come in handy as much, Daphne thought to herself. There was no one here and even if they're were toddlers abound, she doubted it would make for rousing conversation.

It was these isolated situations where Daphne usually found herself being kidnapped - a typical damsel in distress. But, Daphne knew she was more than that and so she was sure to be checking every corner for anyone or anything that may be lurking.

She made her way towards a sleeping area where the little ones could be tucked in for naptime. However, a realization hit Daphne - these cribs weren't that little. In fact, they were pretty large! Large enough for Daphne herself to fit in. That must be a clue, Daphne figured. She had found a clue! And not gotten kidnapped! She almost couldn't wait to go share with Velma.

Unfortunately, Daphne celebrated far too early as, all of a sudden, a pair of ropes sprung out from amidst the darkness and wrapped themselves around Daphne's hands and feet, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Eep!" Daphne shouted as she hit the cushioned floor. With a thud, Daphne began to scream, "Velmaahhh-" Her cries for help were cut short by a piece of thick, black tape that came out of nowhere and covered up her mouth.

Daphne thrashed around on the ground while her yells were muffled.

"That's a lovely outfit," a voice said from the darkness, causing Daphne to pause in fear. "But I think it's time for a change."

Daphne's eyes widened as her clothes were magically ripped off her body one by one. First, her iconic long-sleeved purple dress flew forward after tearing at the back. She felt her bra magically unclasp at the back before it flew off into the darkness, followed by her panties. She was left completely exposed by the undressing, which ended with her lime-green scarf being pulled from her neck.

Daphne screamed as the invisible force yanked on her hair, pulling her to an upright sitting position. She tried moving her head around to escape the magic's grasp, but she was helpless as it began tying and knotting her hair. Daphne couldn't make out what it was doing until the pulling stopped and two pigtails fell down on either side of her head.

Suddenly, Daphne found herself laid with her back flat against the floor again as the mysterious force grabbed her feet and pushed them up towards her head, laying her ass bare for anyone who came through the door. She felt as something was slipped under it, but she was unable to lift her head high enough to make out what it was. It felt a little like medical exam table paper on Daphne's butt, but it was thicker. Daphne squealed as her legs were dropped and the rope binding them was undone so that the strange object could be folded up in between her legs. As it was fastened together on either side of her hips, Daphne realized what it was - it was a large diaper!

Finally, the rope that was shackling Daphne's hands and the muzzle that was constricting her mouth fell to the ground. "WHAT THE FU-" Daphne shrieked with tears in her eyes, but as her mouth was open a large pink pacifier flew inside, silencing her once again.

The magic force dragged Daphne by the legs out of the sleeping area and back towards the daycare. Daphne desperately dug her nails into the carpet in an attempt to fight back, but the force was too strong and she wailed as her body was tugged back through the door.

Once she was through the door and the force let go, she turned her body over and immediately spotted Velma. Daphne would have ordinarily been humiliated with her situation - this was certainly the worst kidnapping she had found herself in yet - but she realized Velma was also dressed like a giant baby! Her orange jumper and glasses were missing, leaving her in only a diaper and pigtails. Velma had no pacifier though; in fact, she drooled from her mouth with a vacant expression in her eyes. "Dafdee!" Velma celebrated with her arms raised high in the air at the sight of her friend Daphne.

"Velma?" Daphne managed past her pacifier. "Wha happen'd to-"

Daphne's inquiry was cut short as a figure came out of the darkness behind Velma. "Forn?" Daphne managed.

It was Thorn, the friendly rocker witch from Oakhaven. "Surprised, Daphne?"

"Forn, wha aw you doin'?" Daphne lisped her way through.

Thorn used her magic to pull Daphne's pacifier into her hand at a speed so fast it made an audible pop exiting Daphne's mouth.

"Sorry baby, I didn't quite catch that," Thorn teased. "Try annunciating."

"Thorn!" Daphne yelled in frustration. "Why'd you dress us like babies? We're your friends!"

"Fwiends! Fwiends!" Velma cheered, mindlessly clapping her hands together while bouncing up and down on her padded bottom.

"Friends?" Thorn questioned in disgust. "Ugh, classic Daphne. So sure that everyone must absolutely love you! We did get along long enough to stop The Witch's Ghost, entirely thanks to me! But I'm guessing you don't even remember what you said to me after that, do you?"

Daphne shook her head.

"Really? When I asked to join Mystery, Inc.?" Thorn recalled. "You and Velma laughed in my face, saying that there wasn't room for another girl on the team. You guys boasted about how you had the 'brains' and the 'looks' covered and that I had neither to offer. You told me to go run along and play with my 'little band.'"

Daphne was stunned. "Thorn, that's not how we meant it. You took it the wrong way! Besides, you lead innocent visitors to their demise just because of some stupid vendetta against us?"

Thorn cackled. "Nobody's missing!" she revealed. "See, if you and Velma were as clever as you think you are, you would have investigated to see if anyone had gone missing instead of blindly believing some anonymous tip!"

"That was you?!" Daphne realized, eyes wide. Thorn nodded her head with a grin.

"So now you're going to transform me into some mindless bimbo like her?" Daphne cried, gesturing towards Velma who was unintelligibly making noises with her mouth like "buhbuhbuh" while rolling around on the floor in her diaper.

Thorn laughed again. "Oh Daphne, don't give yourself so much credit. I took away Velma's 'brains', but you - you already have about a grade school reading level. There's barely any 'brains' to take! No, you were the 'looks,' weren't you? Always loving your cute little outfits and believing that being the team slut was actually important to solving mysteries! You'll be in only one outfit from now on - your diaper. My spell makes it so you can't wear anything else. And you won't be able to remove it yourself."

Daphne fumed, both at the accusation that she was stupid and at the prospect of toddling around in thick diapers for the rest of her life! She pulled at the tapes, trying to rip them off to no avail.

"It's not a total loss," Thorn mocked. "You'll still be able to accessorize! They make lots of cute diapers with fairy princesses or unicorns or mermaids on them! We'll see how many men are fawning over you in that getup! I'm sure Fred will find it so hot when you tug on his ascot and ask him to change your stinky diaper!"

Tears ran down Daphne's face. "You can't do this! You ca-" Daphne was once again interrupted by the large pacifier flying into her mouth.

"That's better," Thorn said. "Now, one last spell."

Thorn snapped her fingers and Daphne immediately felt her stomach rumble. She grasped it, clenching every muscle in her body to block what was about to happen. She heard a fart escape Velma's diaper, followed by a giggle. Her counterpart was blissfully content with the spell's effects and didn't fight them, audibly unloading a mess in the backseat of her diaper. Daphne's face turned red from strain, praying to avoid the same fate. But at long last, Daphne couldn't take it and destroyed her diaper, filling it from front to back with liquid mush.

"Oh, how cute!" Thorn derided. "It smells like you babies left me two clues! Now, you two are going to change each others' dirty diapers after a quick game of 'humpies'. Then, I'll bring you two back to Shaggy and Fred where we'll introduce them to the newest member of Mystery, Inc. - me! My crime-solving intuition suspects that there may be a spot for a girl on the team after all. Even if that spot involves changing diapers and warming up bottles for this dynamic diaper duo!"

I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids and your Patreon!