#scooby doo laugh track

[dragonnarrative-writes]

kid fic??? KID FIC!?!? who what when (like how old are they when they have the kid) 👀 - @mikichko 💕

For the WIP Ask Game!

Oh, the kid fic! This is one of my sillier ones. It's in my "Scraps" folder, but it's fully 5.1k words. It's an omegaverse fic where Soap is an Omega and Ghost finds out on a mission when the two of them discover two teens who have been experimented on. Hijinks ensue.

CW: Omegaverse, human experimentation on minors (off-screen), implied/suggested coercion, canon-typical violence, omegaverse-typical hormone shenanigans

When the bullets stop flying, the real trouble starts. Soap swears, hears Ghost’s irritated “English, MacTavish,” and doesn’t give a flying fuck. Two omegas, two kids, can’t be more than 16 years old, stare up at him with wide eyes and panicked scents. They’re huddled as far under a table as they can get, shackled to the goddamn floor. They have restriction collars on, for fuck’s sake, and ain’t that the topping to a rank fuckin’ day.

“Ah’ve two hostages, omegas, gonna need support gettin’ ‘em oot,” Soap finally says.

“Jesus, Soap,” Ghost mutters, like it’s his fucking fault.

Price’s voice is suddenly in his ear, “What’s the situation, Johnny?”

“Hostages,” Ghost answers.

“Two omegas, wee yins, shackled and collared, gads,” Soap rubs his hand over his face. “Ah can’t get them oot the way ah came in.”

The girl crawls out from under the table, awkwardly, chains clinking. The boy stays where he is, staring at Soap with huge, round eyes.

“You speak English?” Soap asks roughly.

“Yes,” the girl says, staring him down despite how hard she’s shaking. “He’s just a kid, leave him alone and I’ll do whatever you w--”

“Nae, nope, nae,” Soap cuts her off with a horrified laugh. “Ah’m not touching either of ye except to get ye free and clear of this fuckin’ place. Christ.”

The girl sniffs and her eyes go wide. Soap has just enough time to realize that his scent blockers are too worn out to mask the level of stress scent he’s got to be pouring before she says “You’re an omega.”

The boy under the table makes a surprised noise just as Ghost says “Wot?” and Soap would like this fucking day to fucking end.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “Where are the keys?”

The girl points to the body of a man across the room, so Soap stomps over to it and rifles through his pockets. There’s a ring of four keys, two large and two small. He takes them back to the girl and starts on the ankle cuff. It gives way easily, and the girl shakes her leg out.

Once they’re free of the cuffs and collars, Soap makes himself give them a once over. They’re actually not in terrible shape, a little skinny, a little scared around the eyes, but no bruises that he can see beyond where the restraints dug in. The girl is brown-skinned and tall, for an omega, almost as tall as Soap, and she looks like she’d be strong if she had the chance to move. The boy looks almost like a doll, baby fat still clinging stubbornly to his ruddy cheeks. Their clothes are ill fitting, obviously a few sizes too big, but they’re at least clean.

“Hold position,” Price says in his ear after minutes of silence. “Ghost is on his way to escort you. Working on moving up the exfil.”

“Oh tha’s just fuckin’ swell,” Soap mutters under his breath. Louder he says, “Ah can’t get ye oot the wayah got in, so ah’ve backup comin’. ‘E’s an alpha, and scary as all fuck, but he won’t touch ye. Unless ye get shot, then he’s probably carrying ye oot.”

The fear scent, which had faded at least a bit, returns with a vengeance, but the girl nods. “We’ll cooperate.” The boy mumbles something, and the girl hushes him before turning back to Soap with a decisive nod. “We’ll cooperate.”

“Then we wait,” Soap says, and snorts. “Might as well do mah fucking job while a’m here.” H

e starts sweeping the room for the files he was supposed to be looking for. There’s very little paper, so he grumbles and starts extracting hard drives. And then the boy is next to him, screwdriver in hand, viscously pulling apart a PC just enough to yank the hard drive. Then he’s on to the next, face flat, scent a mix of terrified rage.

It’s maybe 10 minutes of quiet, methodical destruction and then Ghost is just there. If the girl’s panic scent hadn’t spiked, Soap would have still been able to smell him, pissed as he is.

“You’re a pain in my arse, MacTavish, you know tha’?” Ghost growls.

“Oh, aye, LT, it’s mah life’s fuckin’ mission,” Soap snarks right back, standing and slinging the pack of hard drives onto his shoulder. It’s way more than they need, but the kid had seemed to need a task, so he'd let him rip apart whatever he'd liked. “Now if ye could dial back the murder alpha so we can get oot of ‘ere, that’d be great.”

The kids scuttle behind Soap a bit, anxiety scent spiking when Ghost looks at them. With a huff, he turns back to the hall. “I’ve cleared a bit of path, but we’re fighting our way out. Keep the kids quiet, stay small. Follow on my signal.” And he’s gone.

The fight out is less of a fight and more a desperate attempt to keep the kids from hyperventilating. Ghost is in rare form, meaning there’s nothing but dead bodies leading the way out. There’s one in particular with a jaw missing that the kids get stuck staring at. And then they’re calmer, all of a sudden. The boy gives the body a little kick on the way past.

Getting them to the fence without being seen is stressful, like all extractions, but uneventful. Ghost doesn’t meet them at the tree line, but that doesn’t mean much. He’s out there somewhere. Soap gets the kids to the RV point, and on to the vehicle without incident and without seeing hide or hair of their escort.

“You go on with the kiddies,” Ghost says in his ear. “They don’t need my scent scaring the piss out 'f 'em.”

“Aye,” Soap acknowledges, and gestures the kids into the car. “Let’s go.”

“What about your alpha?” the boy asks, and Soap jumps at the sound of his voice.

“He’ll get picked up later. We’re going.”

“But he protected us,” the boy says, eyes darting around in the darkness. “Shouldn’t he stay with us?”

“Aye, ‘e’s a great, big protector,” Soap rolls his eyes. “And ‘e stinks to high heaven. Ye really want to sit in an enclosed space with ‘im?”

“I think he smells nice,” the girl says.

“He smells spicy,” the boy says. “Like chipotle peppers.”

“Just when he’s angry,” Soap finds himself saying. “Normally he smells like oatmeal cookies.”

“What the fuck, Soap?” Ghost sighs.

“Just get in the car,” Soap says, a little desperately. “We need to leave.”

The boy’s eyes dart around, faster. “Don’t be mad? But… you… probably shouldn’t drive.”

Soap’s face must do something, because the girl spits it out plainly, “They gave us something, it’s a hormone thing, like a heat inducer. But not like a mating heat, it’s more of a family heat? It makes our brains fuzzy, and any omegas around us, and I think it’s gonna kick in soon.”

“Och, can today get any better?”

“Status update,” Price says in Soap’s ear.

“Ran into a bit of a snag,” Ghost replies. “Hostages were lab rats and Soap’s compromised. Hormones.”

Price swears. “Can you still get to exfil?”

“Ghost has to drive,” Soap says, resigned. To the kids he says, “Get in the damn truck and strap yourselves doon. You’re gonna wish ah was behind the wheel before long.”

Ghost seems to materialize at Soap’s shoulder. “Quit telling people I can't drive.”

Soap does not jump. He stomps over to the front passenger seat and climbs in. “Then quit being a shite driver.”

[gin-juice-tonic]

the 70s sure had a different definition for what constitutes a joke

[norrizzandpia]

Can you write something based on the photo of oscar and lily dressed as fred and daphne from scooby doo , but reader instead of lily obvs

I would send the photo , but I think you have allow asks with media turned off

I loved this and i coupled it with this ask (here is the pic this is relating to)

I’ll Be The Fred To Your Daphne (OP81)

Summary: He’ll always be the Fred to her Daphne, the peanut butter to her pb and j, and the salt to her pepper.

Warnings: ive never wrote anything more fluffy

“What do you want to be for Lando’s Halloween party?” Y/n asked on a slow Sunday morning as the couple lay around on the couch, Peaky Blinders playing in the background.

Oscar’s face popped up, confusion etched into his features, “Are we supposed to be dressing up?”

Scoffing, Y/n laughed at her boyfriend’s obliviousness, “Yes, Osc. It’s a costume party.”

Shifting around, he propped himself up as he stared down at her, “But, I thought people didn’t really pay attention to that?”

“Oh, baby,” She giggled, “Yes, people pay attention to that, especially at a Formula 1 Driver’s party.”

“Oh,” His eyes traveled down to his lap, almost in disappointment at his mistake, “Okay, well, what do you want to be?”

Allowing her hands to graze against his cheek, Y/n lightly smiled, “That’s what I was asking you.”

Again, the revelation hit him as his brain finally caught up with the conversation, “I’m not sure. Do you have any ideas?”

Her grin was sheepish and shy as she fished for her phone, the device being lost in the heap of blankets, “How about this?”

The TikTok that played immediately after her last words showed a collage of photos flying by, all suggesting a couple being Daphne and Fred for Halloween. Purples, oranges, and whites flashed as Oscar’s face broke out into the same grin, “I love it.”

Y/n’s eyebrows shot up as her eyes twinkled, “Really?!”

His face softened, his eyes swimming with adoration, “Of course. Where do we start?”

—

With her figure-hugging purple dress and his orange tie, the two were ready for Lando’s party. Stepping out of their apartment and into Oscar’s McLaren, their smiles never faltered, only getting bigger when they turned and were reminded of their coordinating outfits.

“Hey, you made it!” Lando’s voice shouted over the loud speakers as they stepped through the threshold of his house.

Y/n smiled as Lando and Oscar went in for a hug, pulling back for Lando to greet her as well. His eyes wandered down their frames as he took in their costume, and lit up when he realized what they were.

“Fred and Daphne?! Aw, cute! Oscar’s in love!” He teased as he poked at his teammate’s sides.

Oscar tried to dodge all he could, but the giggling ensuing from both his and Lando’s mouths distracted him from getting away. After a few seconds, Oscar backed away and put his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay! Stop, mate, stop. Please.”

Lando’s hand waved around as if it would explain away his actions, before he was winking at Y/n, his face speaking volumes to his knowledge of in love Oscar was for her, and leaving.

—

Throughout the night, Oscar and Y/n were adored by the attendees of the party. Everyone’s straight faces broke out into smiles as soon as the couple came into sight.

It was safe to say, they were the popular topic of conversation for the night.

The same thing happened with the internet the next day. Photos of the costumes practically broke the internet as everyone discussed how cute the private couple had been. With his green tie and her stuffed animal, fans continuously talked about their iconic choice of costume.

As weeks went on, fans began to recover from the cute pictures. That was, however, until videos of Oscar on the Australian Track accidentally knocking the cute, little stuffed animal out of his backpack. It had been slung over one shoulder when Lando ran into him, the British boy trying desperately to avoid an older man who was asking for his signature, and the toy flopped onto the ground. The two had stood there, animal on the floor between them, staring down at it as Lando tried to process his friend carrying around a child’s toy and Oscar’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

It had been swiped from the ground by Oscar when it sunk in that his secret had been revealed. Truth be told, he had been carrying the stuffed animal around since his and Y/n’s Halloween appearance, but he had kept it locked away in his carry-on, not his backpack. The only reason why it had taken a spot in his bag for the Australian track was because he had missed Y/n more than usual and he knew any moment he could take to look at it would be needed. Thus, making him understand that putting it in his backpack would allow for quicker, easier access.

However, as Lando’s laughing echoed in his ear, he knew he had made a grave mistake.

—

Teasing and jokes ensued, obviously, after every angle possible from Scooby-Doo-gate surfaced online. Even Y/n wouldn’t let Oscar live it down, the poor girl having looked for the stuffed animal for weeks after Oscar had stolen it from her. Her friends had sent her videos and pictures the moment they woke up and saw them, the girls having grown tired of Y/n complaining about losing it.

“Looks like you never lost it after all.” Her friends had texted her, followed by an overwhelming amount of heart and sparkle emojis.

“Boy is so whipped COME ON.” They continued, determined to not let her live it down.

The best part, however, was the fact that, when he came home, her friends took it upon themselves to make fun of him.

“Where’s the stuffed animal, Oscar?” She had tried, but Oscar was quick to say, “You’re lucky I love her.”

Laughing, her best friend had looked him dead in the eyes and countered, “Yeah, we know you love her by the stuffed dog you can’t sleep without at night now.”

[dangerpronebuddie]

“I’m sorry for not believing you”

For you, lovely! Under the cut because tumblr has something against me.

“Why do you sound like you have your head stuck in a bucket?” Eddie says with a confused frown. 

“Well it’s not!” Buck huffs. “I… UGH I’m so stupid!”

“You’re not stupid,” Eddie says definitively. “I’m almost there, tell me what happened.”

“I was carving pumpkins for us to take to Hen and Karen’s party,” Buck says, his voice muffled and echoey and far away. It may just be because the speaker on Eddie’s phone is jacked up.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie says when Buck doesn’t continue, drawing out the syllables. “And?”

“And I… might have my head stuck in a pumpkin.” 

Eddie opens his mouth to reply, when the words fully register. He rolls his lips and swallows the laugh bubbling up in his chest. “You do not have a pumpkin stuck on your head.”

“Why would I lie about having a fucking pumpkin stuck on my head?” Buck cries. 

Eddie pulls up outside Buck’s building and hops out, forgetting the hat to his costume on the seat and jogging inside. “I’m in the elevator, I’ll be there in a minute,” Eddie says, preparing himself for whatever catastrophe Buck is really facing.

“The door’s unlocked,” Buck says with a weary sigh before hanging up. 

Eddie jogs to Buck’s door and steps inside. 

He freezes in his tracks and bites down hard on his lip to keep from bursting out laughing. “Buck.”

Buck whirls around to face him, his cape swishing with the movement, his eyes just barely visible through the carved eyes of the pumpkin on his head. 

“You-” Eddie claps a hand over his mouth- “you actually have a pumpkin on your head.”

“I told you!” His voice sounds even more garbled than it did on the phone, and his wide puppy eyes peering at him through the gourd should make Eddie feel guilty for wanting to laugh, but it has the opposite effect. 

“I'm sorry for not believing you,” Eddie says, his hand still over his mouth to hold back his giggles. 

“Apologize later, just help me!” Buck exclaims, tugging at the gourd adorning his noggin. 

Eddie joins him at the kitchen island. “How did you even… Why did you even…”

“Remember, I told you Jee wanted me to be-”

“The headless horseman from that one Scooby Doo,” Eddie nods, Buck's logic making as much sense now as it probably could. “And you wanted to see if you could use an actual pumpkin for the head.”

Buck's shoulders drop. “Yeah,” he admits, a little dejected.

“You're adorable,” Eddie says with a smile way too fond. His eyes widen in shock at the same time Buck's do. He most definitely did not mean to say that out loud. 

Buck recovers first. Even without the mouth carved out, Eddie can tell there's a smirk on his face, albeit a little sheepish. “Even with a pumpkin on my head?” 

Eddie snorts a surprised laugh. “Even with a pumpkin on your head.” He looks at the array of utensils and special carving tools Buck has spread across the island and selects a short, serrated knife.

“You sure you want out?” Eddie grins. “I think it suits you.”

Buck ducks his head and topples forward a little with the weight of the gourd, a small, surprised whoa escaping his lips. Eddie giggles and helps right him. “Yes, get me out of here,” Buck says. “I know orange is my color, but this is too much.”

Eddie chuckles and sets to work, starting at the top of the pumpkin, which Buck had thankfully carved out already. 

“Hold still,” Eddie says softly. He doesn't know if this'll work, but they've got to start somewhere. 

Buck does as instructed, fingers gripping the countertop to keep from fidgeting as Eddie carefully saws through the pumpkin. He doesn't go deep enough to completely puncture it, but he creates enough give to pry it apart. 

Buck sighs in relief as the pumpkin comes apart in Eddie's hands. There's a few seeds in his curls and the puppy eyes are out in full force, and Eddie truly doesn't think he's ever looked more beautiful. 

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck says, a blush high on his cheeks. 

“Always,” Eddie says, much more soft than necessary. “But please don't do that again.”

Buck giggles. “I don't plan on it. But if I do, I know I can call Zorro to help me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile. “This costume was your idea, remember?”

“I didn't think you'd actually do it,” Buck says, trailing his fingertips along the collar of Eddie's half buttoned shirt. 

“Buck, I don't think there's a single thing you could ask of me that I wouldn't do,” Eddie declares, looking into his eyes. He thinks he should be terrified, but giddiness overtakes any lingering fear when Buck tugs him close by the collar. 

“Yeah?” Buck's eyes dart down to his lips. “Even if I asked you to kiss me?” 

Eddie cups his cheek and draws him into a devastating kiss. Buck makes a soft noise against his lips Eddie swallows down. He tastes a little like pumpkin but Eddie doesn't care. Something settles inside him as Buck cups his face in his hands, deepening the kiss. 

Buck is the first to pull away, resting their foreheads together. “So… if there’s nothing you wouldn’t do…” Eddie watches, half dazed, as a smirk spreads across Buck’s kiss-swollen lips. “Then would you let me fu-”

Eddie cuts him off with a quick kiss they both laugh into. “We’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have a party to get to. I didn’t dress like this for nothing.”

Buck hums and kisses him again. “You sure didn’t.”

Eddie makes himself pull away and take Buck’s hand. “Come on, pumpkin.”

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

Well...

which ao3 tag are you?

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Someday, I'll remember to add the read more first thing

[traegorn]

have you ever seen Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost? the depictions of wicca in it made me laugh in how inaccurate they are

I haven't. Let's see when that came out:

Yeah. That tracks.

[joe-spookyy]

thinking about batman today so here’s a brief essay explaining my thoughts on every live action batman actor and their films, along with my ranking of the films i’ve seen.

as the original, i have to give adam west some 
serious credit. and god was his movie enjoyable. the bit when he was literally fist fighting a shark and had to use bat shark repellent spray to get it off of him was probably the best moment in batman history. he was very reminiscent of the batman from scooby doo meets batman (1972). or i guess that batman was reminiscent of him. whatever. i was very entertained by his film and i quite enjoyed the addition of robin, as i feel that he goes underutilized in batman movies. i really loved how every single item in his batcave was labeled, and how all of it began with the word bat. the bat navigational computer. the bat water fountain. the bat ladder. i love it. the villains were just the right amount of camp, although i did not care for the fact that the joker clearly had a mustache that was just painted over. caesar romero could you really not bear to part with it for one film? yeesh. my one complaint is that batman did not seem to be enthused about anything throughout the entire runtime. as my father pointed out, he was quite spock-like. not a sweet ounce of real excitement or fear. i really loved how he ran that cartoon bomb all through gotham though. really entertaining sequence.


christian bale does bruce wayne and batman very well, but his batman voice is so funny that it distracted me from anything important that happened in the movies. it sounded like he was swallowing gravel or perhaps like he had smoked a pack a day since he was 2 years old. also, the cowl on his batsuit had a really pointy nose and i did not like that. he had the idea and everything he did was great but the acting choice to give batman such a stupid voice takes away from everything. it left me pondering. did bruce sit in his little batcave practicing voices? do you think he made alfred give him advice on which fake voice was most menacing? do you think he tried different accents? i can’t deal with the lack of answers. however, the dark knight is really good so i will give him that. 


clooney and kilmer did a fine job in the role HOWEVER. i want to track down whichever costume designer chose to give the batsuit nipples and give them a piece of my mind because why. why would they do that. why. it is important to add though that batman forever was one of the most insane, camp, off the rails films i have ever seen and i think i probably enjoyed it more than any of the other ones because i was laughing throughout the entire runtime. it was a batman movie but he was the least interesting thing about the film. the sets were literally breathtaking and so eye catching. the outfits were insane. the plot lines were baffling in the most positive way. i wish joel schumacher had been put in charge of directing every movie ever because i definitely feel like more movies need to be exactly like this monstrosity. cinema peaked in 1995 when they put jim carrey in that atrocious little riddler costume. i almost forgive the costume designers for the bat nipples because of how insane and fantastic the two face costume is. almost. 


now micheal keaton had the right idea i suppose. however he failed to grab my attention. he wasn’t strange enough, nor was he very smooth and suave. he was right in the middle and that made him too much of a regular guy to be a good bruce wayne. his batman voice was literally just his normal voice so that kind of left me confused. how did no one realize that bruce wayne sounds exactly like batman. come on guys. excellent joker though. he wasn’t too serious but i think he could have been a bit more silly. however i’m inclined to dislike him for the fact that he was in batman returns. when i tell you this movie ruined my life i mean it. when danny devito ate a raw fish and black saliva dripped out of his mouth, the image was scarred into my brain and i can still see it so clearly despite not having watched the movie since i was about eight. i did enjoy the penguins with rocket launchers ont their backs, but i cannot get over the awful aspects of this one. i will never forgive you for this micheal.


robert pattinson’s batman, or battinson as i like to call him, was very good. probably i’m biased because of robert pattinson in eyeliner but that is besides the point. his movie was also quite good but it falls into the trap of making batman all serious and gritty. this is a huge mistake. this man named his car “the batmobile” and is literally fighting some guy called “the penguin” and you decided to make it all dark and serious? this has comedic potential and i physically cannot take it seriously when some billionaire in a rubber batsuit is lurking in the background of a serious police investigation. i don’t care who got murdered, the minute he starts growling about riddles from the corner i am going to start giggling. however robert did kill the role and i have to say he did a great job making bruce wayne an absolute pathetic loser, which is what i think the world needs. unfortunately this version of the riddler was so lame and boring. where is the camp! where are the FUN riddles! where is the brightly colored hair! clearly matt reeves has never seen batman forever.


finally we come to the best batman, lego batman. i literally just rewatched this movie yesterday so i think i’m probably an authority on the movie. will arnett understood this role so deeply and it very much shows. this bruce wayne has none of the issues i had with any of the others. the batman voice does not give me secondhand embarrassment for him. the suit has no bat nipples. and most importantly the movie does not take batman too seriously while still giving him an important character arc, acknowledging his flaws both as a person and as a hero, and allowing him to recognize these flaws and begin to overcome them. plus any batman that canonically listens to elliott smith is a friend of mine. something i find incredibly important is that the lego batman movie also does something no other batman movie has done before: it dares to be a rom-com. when batman told the joker “i hate you forever” while they were less than an inch from each other’s faces, i was wiping a sweet tear from my eye. i want what they have.

to conclude i think the only batman movies that really understand the characters are the ones that are truly just off the rails insane. although it’s important to recognize the darker aspects of the character, too many superhero movies feel the need to be gritty and serious all the way through, and the lack of balance leaves viewers (me) disappointed. they need to return to their roots and make the genre interesting and unique again. slightly unrelated but i also really think they need to stop rebooting the joker. there’s been so many different versions and as much as i love the jokes there are other batman villains. so many other batman villains. please let the joker rest i am begging and pleading.

FINAL RANKING!

fuck you batman returns

[dragonnarrative-writes]

* gets into things people thought were hidden and sealed properly

non-comprehensive list of potential reasons Sgt Sanderson was dubbed "Roach" and it stuck

extremely difficult to kill

undeterred by loss of limb (once lost a finger but they sewed it back on and it was mostly fine)

undeterred by attempted drowning (lung capacity go brr) (surprisingly good swimmer for a guy who doesn't like the water)

Fast and Sneaky When He Wants To Be

steals bites of any food left unprotected during meals

gets into other people's lunches left in the fridge/cabinets

drawn to booze

southern

thrives in the heat, miserable in the cold

personal space is a mess

common cause of jumpstartles on base (round a corner/turn around/look up and he's suddenly there in the corner)

voted must likely to survive the apocalypse (not for prepper reasons. bit of a survivalist though)

often seems like he could have just crawled out from under a gas station chest freezer

general indestructible insect vibes

brought to you in accordance with stuff I know about roaches

[artistalley]

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[tigressaofkanjis]

Scooby Doo in Arkham Asylum

The gang heads back to Gotham City for a gadget and trap convention hosted by reformed Kirk and Francine Langstrom, Man-Bat and She-Bat respectively. However, they notice Killer Croc a.k.a. Waylon Jones, who is a decent friend of the Langstroms, grows estranged and has to leave early. A few scenes later, the convention is attacked by a giant crocodilian monster with red eyes. Everyone panics and Batman is called, but the supposed Killer Croc escapes even with Mystery Inc. trying to help the caped crusader.

Waylon is confronted complaining about his headaches and promptly arrested in violation of his parole. The gang sees Croc looks distraught and go to talk to him back at the asylum where they encounter many other Batman villains. They find something fishy with Croc's conviction going over his file as Waylon's structure doesn't match the profile of the pictures of the crocodilian monster, especially the eyes being different, Waylon's yellow to the monster's red. Before they can investigate further, they are shut down by a guard named Lyle Bolton who finds humor that Waylon just couldn't keep his darker side at bay. The gang then also notices all the villains don't take well to Bolton's presence but disregard it upon being distracted by Batman's assessment of the situation.

After a lengthy investigation in the asylum to prove Killer Croc's innocence, with Shaggy and Scooby shenanigans with some of the Rogues, they encounter the monster within that seems to be targeting and attacking the asylum and the Rogues making everyone believe Killer Croc's gone psychotic like a wild animal. With Batman's permission, they team up with Bane, Scarecrow, the Langstroms and many others to capture the nuisance, letting them out of their cells to explore the unknown mystery of the monster as Waylon also goes missing.

Near the end, Waylon finally snaps and becomes hellbent on tracking the imposter down as well, protecting Mystery Inc from the monster in a showdown. Teaming with Scooby which Croc tolerates to a degree, they trap the monster who is revealed to be upon the formula wearing off Lyle Bolton who was defaming Killer Croc. It is deduced Lyle didn't believe any villain should have a chance at redemption and stole Langstrom's formula to use a version of it with a crocodile's DNA to terrorize Gotham into no longer supporting the rehabilitation programs Bruce Wayne set up for people like Waylon to walk among the normal people and use their abilities for good.

Killer Croc reveals the reason he was getting the headaches was because he had been sensing the crocodile monster the entire time and was trying to keep his aggressive side at bay in fear of being ridiculed for the latter growing defensive hearing the monster constantly. It is also revealed through clues Lyle had been abusing his authority at the asylum to keep the guards and inmates subdued by blackmail and unethical practices. Lyle Bolton is arrested and placed in the same asylum after he snaps where the villains aim to teach him a very *painful* lesson (implied).

With Killer Croc's name cleared, Batman thanks Mystery Inc and the gang befriends Killer Croc. Scooby and Shaggy get a brief scare when Langstrom transforms into his Man-Bat form as a joke but find the giant bat and his reptilian friend take a real liking to Scooby finally confirming Killer Croc is redeemed and Langstrom has complete control over the Man-Bat half after years of practice. The gang, Batman, and others laugh at the jumpscare knowing neither animal-based villain would harm them.

Takes cues from "ManBat and Robbin'" and the Scooby-Doo and Guess Who episode, "What a Night, for a Dark Knight!" but I want someone other than the Joker as the culprit behind the mask and give Killer Croc a chance at redemption.

[agaypanic]

hi! first off can i say your writing is TO DIE FOR! it's simply amazing and you're literally THE BEST FOR WRITING FOR CHARACTERS NO ONE ELSE RLLY WRITES FOR!

n e ways..

could you do a cute lil imagine about michael kelso and his girlfriend wanting to take a bubble bath with him? like with candles, scented bubbles and everything! and maybe it gets a tad bit smutty at the end (bc let's be fr it's kelso)

i appreciate it sm!! <33

Bubbles (Michael Kelso X Reader)

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Summary: You want to take a bath with your boyfriend. He thinks the bubbles and candles are a little girly for him, but he can’t say no to you.

A/N: omg tysm <3333 also slightly smutty towards the end bc it’s Kelso

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You loved nights like this. Nights when there was no school the next morning, nights when your parents wouldn’t be home for hours because they were out for one of their weekly dates, nights when the gang was busy doing their own things. You were able to completely unwind and relax.

You had a bit of a ritual. You started in the living room, watching television while painting your nails. Whether it was Charlie’s Angels, Scooby-Doo and his gang, or the Fonz, you just wanted some background noise. You decided to paint them blue because that was your boyfriend’s favorite color on you.

When the paint had dried, you went to your room to grab your pajamas. After painting your nails, you always took a bubble bath with scented candles around the tub and music playing from your little portable radio. You were about to walk off to your bathroom when the phone on your bedside table rang.

“Hello?” You answered, phone pinned between your ear and shoulder.

“Hey, baby!” Michael responded excitedly on the other end.

“Hey, Micah! What’s up?” 

“I thought I could come over. I know your parents are out.” You were quick to pick up the suggestive tone in his voice.

“Michael, I’m not really in the mood for that.” You sat on your bed, toying with the covers.

“Well, can I at least come over?” Michael asked. “I just miss you.” God, how could you say no to him when he sounded so sweet and desperate to see you? You smiled, looping the curled phone cord around your finger.

“Okay then. I’m about to start a bath, so I’ll leave the back door unlocked for you. So when you come in, you’ll know where to find me.”

“Y/n, how can you say you’re not in the mood for sex and then tell me you’re gonna be naked when I get there?” He asked with a joking tone.

“Shut up!” You laughed, and Michael let out a chuckle in return. “Okay, I’m gonna go. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love ya, too.” You both hung up the phone. 

You ran to the back door and unlocked it before making your way to your bathroom. Music echoed as the water ran. You put some bubble bath soap in the filling tub before lighting two of your favorite candles and placing them on the edges of the tub. When the tub was filled to your liking, you turned off the faucet and undressed. You threw your clothes into the hamper before stepping into the warm, bubbly water. You sighed loudly in relief as you sank and rested your head against the wall.

You didn’t keep track of how many songs had played before you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?” Michael asked through the door. You smiled at the sound of his voice. 

“Yeah, come on in.” He did as told, shutting the door behind him. You rested an arm on the edge of the tub, hand reaching out for him to take. Michael smiled and sat down against the bathtub, taking your hand.

“Hey, baby.” He kissed your knuckles.

“Hi, Micah.” You squeezed his hand, leaning forward to give him a kiss that he eagerly returned. You bent your knees to rest your chin on them, smiling softly at Michael.

“Having fun?” Michael asked. You gave a hum of confirmation and then suddenly had an idea.

“Wanna get in with me?” He looked at his surroundings, giving out a light laugh.

“I dunno, Y/n. Bubble bath, candles. Seems a little girly for me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, okay. So I can put makeup on you, but you won’t sit in the bath with me?”

“David Bowie wears makeup!”

“I bet he takes bubble baths too!” The two of you laughed at your unserious outbursts. You kissed Michael. “Pretty please.” You begged against his lips before pecking them again. He sighed, untangling his hand from yours.

“Fine. But no telling the guys.” Michael stood up and shed his layers. You clapped your hands with glee, scooting forward in the tub. You had him put his clothes in the laundry basket because he had left so many pieces of clothing at your house for him to wear afterward, and he stepped into the bath. He settled in the place you were in before he came, resting against the wall before pulling you towards him to rest on him. Because Michael’s so tall, he had his legs bent, knees popping out of the water.

“See, isn’t this nice?” You asked. You felt him kiss the back of your head.

“Mhmm.” He hummed into your hair, sighing at the sensation of you dragging your nails up and down his thighs. He grabbed one of your hands, holding it close for inspection. “I like the blue.”

“Did it for you, baby.” You maneuvered your hand in his hold to interlock your fingers again.

The two of you lay in the bubbles, making light conversation with music playing in the background. You were encased by Michael’s limbs, legs on either side of your body, and arms around your torso, keeping you close to his chest. His chin rested on your shoulder while he listened to you talk about something that had happened in class the other day. 

Michael moved one of his hands to scratch his face, and when he went to hold you again, he brushed your nipple. You gasped at the sudden sensation. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled into your shoulder, waiting for you to continue with your story. But your mind was now filled with other things. It was crazy, the effect Michael Kelso could have on you. One simple, accidental touch had sent your mind into a frenzy. “Babe?”

You turned your head to look at him, eyes hazy with lust. His eyebrows raised expectantly, waiting for you to say something. But he knew that look in your eye; he knew what you wanted. 

Keeping an arm around you, his other hand gave one of your thighs the treatment that you’d been giving him. You sighed in relief at the contact. His hand started to travel to where you needed him most, pausing right at the apex of your thigh.

“Please, Micah.” You whined. He clicked his tongue, lips against your ear.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He whispered. “I’ll take good care of you. I always do, don’t I?”

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Enemies to nemeses.

oc x canon this oc x canon that. what about oc vs canon. insert someone into a universe specifically so they can have beef with your least favorite character.

[yami-hours]

I wish I could sleep. I haven't been able to draw bc I can't get any rest. 😓

On the bright side, Scooby-Doos (OG cartoon) laugh track is nice to listen to. (I swear this shows audio is just: whacky music, laugh track, zany sound effects, and various monster noises.)

(And that's weirdly calming to listen to.)

Jinkies.

[vanilla3ented]

Nothing - Vance Hopper x Gn Reader.

❝ Dumb conversations, we loose track of time. Have I told you lately, I'm grateful you're mine ❞

It's raining in Denver and what better way to cheer Vance up with Cuddles

Warning: Fluff, cuteness, wholesome

🍡★✬ᕯ

It's raining in Denver, meaning there's only such little things to do and obviously your boyfriend, Vance was pissed off since he couldn't go play his favourite game of pinball. You tried telling him that he could still go just that he had to make sure he was warm and covered up but like his stubborn self he went against it saying I quote 'hell no! I'm not getting my hair wet!'

So here you are, snuggled up with your boyfriend on your sofa while watching Scooby Doo, your fingers were carefully stroking Vance's blonde curls as he laid his head on your chest while his arms were wrapped around your waist. A big fluffy F/C blanket was over Vance trying to keep him warm.

You loved how soft Vance was when you guys were alone or especially on rainy days, he was honestly the cutest in your opinion. You turn your head, looking at Vance as he was still watching the Tv. Your hands gently made their way to Vance front curls and lifted it up, enough for you to lightly pressing a kiss to his exposed forehead making him lightly look up to you.

"...You missed" he commented making you let out a soft laugh, you placed your hand softly under his chin and gently lifted him up to your lips, softly kissing him.

As you pulled away you raised your eyebrow playfully "That better?" You asked fighting the urge to chuckle, he nodded before pushing himself lightly more towards you so he could lean into the crook of your neck. You could feel his hot breath on your skin.

"are you tired?" You asked whispering softly into his ear as your hand softly strokes his back making him visibly relax

"....Maybe" the way his tone changed when he replied made you laugh

"wanna go to my bedroom and take a nap?" You asked softly stroking his hair, he shook his head

"No" he mumbled as his face was still stuck into the crook of your neck, you just kept playing with his hair and placing kisses on his forehead

You two just layer there for a couple of minutes before you felt the need to go the toilet, making you mentally curse. Vance was now asleep but he was a light sleeper so you could either hold it or deal with a grumpy and moody Vance

'Oh fuck it, Sorry Vance' you thought before trying to removed Vance's arm from around your waist but immediately his grip gets tighter

"mmm..what are y'doing?" He grumbled while his eyes are still closed and he moved around a bit but not making it any easier for you to move out of his grip

"Vance, baby, I need the toilet so could you--please?" You asked trying to gently remove his hands but it only made him groan slightly but he moved.

After coming back, you saw Vance was now fully awake making you feel slightly guilty. You say back down on the sofa

"I thought you'd be back asleep?" You questioned, he shook his head slightly "No, I couldn't"

"I'm sorry baby, I need it badly" You chuckled quietly, he raised his eyebrow at you "why you laughing?" He asked slightly irritated

"Vance, you're basically stomping your feet like a child" I pointed out, being him back to lay on your chest gently, giving his forehead lots of kisses making sure to land some on his lips too.

"Y/N"

"Yes Vance?"

"Don't tell anyone...I'love you"

"I love you too Vance, so much"

"...don't make it too cheesy"

[amazingmsme]

Treats and Tricksters

AN: trick or treat! It’s almost Halloween, & to stay in the spirit of things, I’m staying on schedule for today’s fic! The New Girl guys are just so goofy, I just HAD to write something for them! & this was too perfect to pass up! Hope y’all enjoy day 30!

It was a perfect plan, courtesy of Nick and Winston. Why should trick or treating only be reserved for children? Grown men like costumes and free candy just as much as any five year old!

They needed something that was all concealing, something that would make it easy to hide their age. In the end, they decided on the classic sheet ghost. Winston added a little extra flare, and holes, to turn himself into Charlie Brown. It actually wasn't half bad.

The night went off without a hitch. They would rush up to the door and kneel on the ground before knocking on the door. They spoke in a higher pitch to appear as children, and only after they received their candy, did they reveal their prank.

All three men stood to their full height, giving their thanks as they rushed off into the night. Some people laughed, some people yelled at them and threatened to call the cops, and some offered even more candy for the trick.

When they made it back to the loft, they celebrated by dumping out their bags on the floor and huddling around their respective pile of candy. They turned on the first live action Scooby Doo movie and dug into their earnings, giggling amongst themselves as they recounted the night through mouthfuls of chocolate.

"I'll give you this Three Musketeers if you give me that Kit Kat," Winston offered, and Nick immediately tossed over the requested piece, catching the Kit Kat with one hand.

"How 'bout you Schmidt? Wanna trade?" Nick asked, tearing a wrapper open with his teeth.

"You really shouldn't do that," Winston advised, only to be brushed off.

"Who cares?"

"I don't know, whatcha got?" Schmidt asked, scooting closer to examine his hoard of sweets.

"I'll give you.. this Twix for... a Butterfinger," he bargained. It seemed to be a fair trade, so Schmidt nodded.

"Yeah that sounds fair- WAIT! What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing at the offending chocolate.

"A Twix, I literally just said that," Nick clearly didn't see what the problem was.

"That's that fucking piece of candy you picked up from the road!" he accused. "You want me to eat road candy!"

"Nick!" Winston scolded, taking Schmidt's side.

"What? No it's not! How can you even remember what it looked like? That was hours ago!" Nick went on the defensive.

"That candy is smushed to shit, just look at it! And I remember it was a Twix!" Schmidt argued.

"If it was, so what? It's still inside the wrapper, and only the wrapper touched the road! The candy's still good man!"

"You did not just say that," Schmidt said in disgust.

"I have to agree, that's nasty," Winston nodded along. Nick stared at them in shock.

"How is it nasty? It's literally in the wrapper!"

"Do you know how many children have stepped on that tonight?" Schmidt questioned, hands on his hips as he cocked his head expectantly.

"It's in the wrapper!" he repeated yet again, as if that would make any difference.

"That was in the middle of the road! Cars ran over it, there are tire tracks all over it!"

"Oho my God, do you even hear yourself Schmidt? There's nothing on it!" He crawled closer, holding it up for them to see. They both cried out and scrambled away.

"Get that thing away from me!"

"Get it out of my face!"

"You're both ridiculous, I'm gonna prove there's nothing wrong with it," Nick decided to settle this once and for all. The ripped open the package, notably using his hands, and popped it in his mouth.

The screech that escaped Schmidt was an ungodly pitch.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed with all the air in his lungs before pouching at his friend. Nick yelped in shock before he was pinned to the ground, still trying to chew.

"Dude what the hell? You're gonna make me choke!"

"Spit it out! Now!" he demanded, sounding almost scary. Nick shook his head, only to be grabbed by the jaw as Schmidt tried to pry his mouth open. Like a fucking dog.

He swallowed the chewy crumbs of the crushed Twix with a satisfying grin. He opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out to show that nothing remained.

"See? And I didn't die," he said smugly. Schmidt leveled him with a harsh glare.

"You will."

Before Nick could question what he meant, he was laughing hysterically. Schmidt clawed at his belly, vibrating his hands into the soft pudge around his middle.

"Ohoho fuhuck you! Stohohop!" Nick cried out, slapping and shoving at his hands.

"No way, you didn't listen! So now you have to suffer the consequences of your actions!" he declared, kneading his sides and drawing out a snort. He writhed on the ground, legs kicking out frantically until Winston wrestled them to the ground.

"Nohoho! Dohon't you dahahahare!" he threatened through shrill giggles. He tried to kick his legs free, but that effort quickly became thwarted when he felt fingers scribbling over his arches.

"We just wanna protect you from yourself!" Winston explained, sounding all too happy about the current predicament.

"Ihihi dohon't need protecting!" he whined, flailing as he tried to escape. It truly was a useless effort.

"Clearly you do! What other food would you eat off the ground?" Schmidt asked, pinching his sides, slowly working his way to his ribs.

"Ehehever heard ohof thehehe five sehecond rule?" he managed to sass through wild laughter.

"That does not apply to outside!" he growled, digging in to make his point. Nick arched his back with a loud shriek, frantically clawing at the ground to pull himself free from his friends' torturous grasp.

Nick snorted when he reached his bottom rib, and his hands flew up to cover his mouth. He'd always hated the sound of his laugh; it was loud and dorky, high pitched, and to top it all off, he snorted too much for his liking.

So of course they couldn't get enough of it.

"Aww, would you look at that? You do know how to smile!" Schmidt cooed, reaching up to pat his cheek condescendingly.  Nick growled through his giggles as he desperately tried to fight him off, to no avail.

"Ohoho kiss my ahahahass!" he yelled, because mouthing off was the only thing he could do. The sound of two collective gasps didn't bode well for Nick.

"That not very nice! Here we are, trying to look out for you, and you insult us to our faces!" Winston exclaimed, squeezing up his calves on his way to his knees. Nick convulsed and wheezed, kicking his legs out as much as possible within his grasp.

"Ohoho shihihit! Stohohop! Ihihi hahahate you!" he screamed through hysterics. His mouth hung open in a wide, carefree smile, nose scrunched in the classic Nick Miller fashion.

"Think you found a good spot, why don't you stay there for a bit?" Schmidt suggested.

"NO!" he protested immediately, and they both laughed him off. "Damnit, whahahat doho you want from mehehe?" he whined in defeat.

"Well at first I was doing this to teach you a lesson about not eating food from the street, but now we're just having some good ol' Halloween fun!" Schmidt cheered before skittering his fingers up and down his ribs.

"Nohoho we're nohohot!" he argued.

"Sure we are!" Winston agreed. "You gotta have a trick to go with your treat!" he justified before finally clawing at the backs of his knees, drawing out another snort and squeal.

It was just some festive fun. And if they just so happened to be getting revenge for something else, he didn't have to know.

Even if they were pretty sure he already did.