#scooby doo laugh track

[dragonnarrative-writes]

"Do I look fat in this dress?"

Johny - Flash bang of panic. He can see your fupa and his mouth is watering, but he suddenly can't remember if you have been complaining about bloating recently. Ultimately says, "Dinne ken, sit on my face so I can take a closer look."

Kyle - Actually takes the question seriously. Has you turn and pose and changes the lighting. Snaps a couple of photos so you'll see what he sees. Invites you to bend over and hike up the skirt. "Just want to get some good angles, love."

Simon - Not here for games. "Yes. Tits an' bum an' belly spillin' out like you're tryin' to get fucked." And then you're trying to fight him off because he's decided that's a great idea, actually. Keep the dress on, he wants to see how it bunches as you bounce.

John - Cool under pressure, looks you up and down with bedroom eyes while he calculates the best options for a response. "Look like my wife, love, like I'm the luckiest man alive." Then gets cheeky and asks, "If I say yes, will you take it off?"

[dragonnarrative-writes]

This? This is why you don't follow Johnny's lead when he's tipsy. But you've also had a couple of glasses of wine, so it takes you a minute to realize that there's something off about the way he's holding your hair out of the way.

And then shampoo drips into your eye.

What if your giving a bj in the shower and he just starts shampooing and conditioning your hair 

[frogshunnedshadows]

Rewatched "Trouble with Tribbles" tonight with parents. Forgot how campy that episode is.

... If you took a shot every time they played a "wah-wah" comedy trumpet, you'd die of alcohol poisoning before the show was over.

[playstation-dreamcast]

I love the way you write Wesker possessive. Its so perfect, it makes sense. If he's a God, why can't he have everything he wants? Why wouldn't everyone else be an object to him? And with his eyes set on someone so sweet, so precious.. He has every right to take what's his.

That being said, I'd love to see you write about, maybe post-4 pre-5 Wesker tracking down (gn) reader and capturing them, after having pined for them during his time in STARS or even Umbrella. I think you'd do it delightfully.

Of course, you have every right to decline! Tis simply a humble request :)

Thank you!! I'm glad you like my characterization for him, and I'm also glad you see my vision as to why I write him like that lol

That being said, I kinda combined these two requests and I really hope that's okay. Also- I'm sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I am Wesker's slowest writer lol

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Wesker's not at all shocked to see you in Spain, but he is incredibly pleased. He left you behind once, he won't do it again.

Part One Here

Tonight was the fourth worst night of your life. And yes, you kept a list. The third worst night was Thursday, October 1st, 1998. The day that all of your demons clawed out of their graves to haunt you once again. It was the day you met Leon, the pitiful little rookie he was at the time. Hungover and full of naivety, you were almost happy you had gone to the RPD to find survivors so you could help him through his first zombie apocalypse. 

It was almost funny when you told him it was your second. 

“You’re surprisingly calm for someone face to face with the living dead.” Fighting through hordes of undead and he still found it in him to judge you. You almost respected it.

Almost. “Eh, if you’ve seen one zombie you’ve seen them all.”

“There is no way you’ve seen an actual zombie before.”

You laughed, because he was right. That was fucking ridiculous. All of this was fucking ridiculous. “Actually, I have this ex-” you stopped as you saw the horrified look on his face, “I- uh, ya know what? Story for another day. I’ll tell you if we survive.”

The second worst night of your life was Wednesday, September 23, 1998. That was the night you realized that not only was God very much dead, but that you had been in bed with the man that killed said god. That was the night you realized that if hell truly existed, you were already in it. You were pretty sure that was the night you died. You could still hear his words in your head, haunting you like the phantoms in a graveyard, or a killer returning to the scene of the crime. 

“I think you’re a little confused Dear. I’ve always been with Umbrella. And S.T.A.R.S we’re always Umbrella’s- no, rather, my little piggies.”

No matter how hard you scrubbed or how hot the water was, you never could seem to wash his scent off your skin.

The absolute worst day of your life, bar none- and it wasn’t even close- was the day that you had the displeasure of meeting Albert Wesker for the first time. They had warned you the devil would be handsome, but you hadn’t imagined he’d capture your heart in quite the way he did. Your cold captain that only seemed to thaw for you. At the time, he gave you butterflies in your stomach. And he still did, only now the butterflies had razor blades for wings and they spit acid. So. That was fun. 

“Condor One, do you read me?” You asked into your radio, hoping against hope that the radio signal would be on your side for once.  

“Canary One, I read you. What is your current location?” Leon’s voice crackled over the radio to your genuine amazement.

“Good question Condor,” You grumbled as you tried to traverse the basement of the castle. A trap door of all things had separated you, and you really wished you could say it was shocking, but in this Scooby-Doo ass castle nothing was going to shock you- besides the radio working. “Have you secured Baby Eagle?”

“Baby Eagle is secure.” You smiled as you heard Ashley call out to you, demanding you don’t die. She was a sweet kid. “We’re making our way to the extraction point now.”

You nodded as if he could see you. “Copy that Condor, I’ll meet you guys there.”

“Are…you sure Canary? We can change course to find you.”

You rolled your eyes. Leon’s whole protective act was cute- but you were a grown ass adult. “Yes Condor, I’ll be fine.”

“With all due respect Canary,” You hated that phrase when it was used against you, “This place isn’t the easiest to navigate with help, let alone- alone.”

“I don’t appreciate that kind of negativity Condor. I’ll meet you at the extraction, Canary One out.” You ended the transmission before he could bother to continue to argue. You took stock of your situation. You were in some sort of…dungeon? Maybe? Who knows. You probably should have given more of a shit, but feeling anything other than apathy was…hard, these days.

Your codec beeped, making the same sound it did when Hunnigan dropped you a file. This was notable, because no fucking way Hunnigan was sending you anything when Salazar (or, more accurately probably one of his goons) had taken over the signal. You looked down, and sure enough- you had a file labeled “blueprint” waiting for you to open it.

Only it wasn’t sent by Hunnigan, or anyone from base. The sender line was just blank. Which, you didn’t even know was possible. Logically, you knew you probably shouldn’t open this file. In fact, it very well might cost you your job to open this file. It could be a virus, or worse. And there were incredibly confidential government secrets on there- including your entire mission.

So naturally you opened it. And sure as Sunday was to come, there was a blueprint of the entire castle in front of you now. It even had a helpful little “You Are Here! 🌟” star to help you orient yourself, a detail you appreciated but also really should have unsettled you more than it did. This dungeon was a labyrinth, but you identified a path that should have at least get you to the first floor.

It wasn’t easy, and you had to figure out more than a few tight spaces, not to mention the disgusting creatures that got in your way, but before you knew it you were stepping back into that large, foggy room that greeted you and Leon when you first encountered this wretched place. You waved to the Merchant before going to fix the knife you broke in a ganados skull.

“Oy, you got the smell of battle on you, Mate”  He said, waving his hand over his- notably cloth covered- face.

You rolled your eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”

He shrugged, “We may never know. Now, what’ll it be, Stranger?”

You produced the bits of metal and handle you once called a knife onto his table. “I uh, need a repair on my knife. And a tune up on old red would be nice.” You said, putting your handgun on the table next to it. He looked down at the broken knife, then at you, then the knife, then you again, then the knife again. “You really don’t listen to us when we say “Knife needs care, could be the difference between life and death” do you, Stranger?”

You shrugged. “I drift in and out. Can you fix it?”

He looked it over, then nodded. “Aye, We can, but it’ll cost you extra.”

You assumed. “That’s fine.” You realized something. Leon wasn’t here.

“Hey- who's we?” You asked the question abruptly, but it had been heavy on your mind. Leon said it would be rude to ask. Leon wasn’t here.

You felt the Merchant raise an eyebrow as you. “What are you on about Mate?”

“You say “we” a lot. And Us, actually. Like “we can fix it” or “the years haven’t been kind to us” Is it like, the royal we, orr??”

The merchant gave a raspy laugh. “It’s me and the plaga I gots.”

You felt your eyes bug out of your head as you leaned further on the table. “Really?”

“Sure,” He shrugged, taking your weapons, “If it tickles your fancy. Believe what you like.” He said before turning around to start the repairs.

You rolled your eyes at the half answer, but honestly you had gotten farther than you expected, so you weren’t that mad at it. You waited for your weapons, bouncing your leg nervously. Something else was heavy on your mind. Something you didn’t realize was even a thought at first that now demanded your attention. “Hey, question-”

“You ask a lot of questions, Stranger.”

“It was my job at one point. Anyway, did you somehow send me the blueprints to the castle? On my codec?” You asked in almost a hushed tone, as if even acknowledging the file would have your tongue cut from your mouth.

The Merchant just shook his head. “Me? No, we don’t just give blueprints away for free around here, Stranger, this ain’t a charity.”

You bowed your head a bit before nodding. Yeah, that was the answer you should have expected.

“Maybe it was that blond fella that’s following ya around. Lost puppy, that one.” He said with a snort.

You just shook your head. “What, Leon? No, I don’t think he has the access to do that, let alone the blueprint itself.”

He shook his head back. “No, not him. The other one. The, rather, shady looking bloke.” He said with a chuckle, as if laughing at a joke only he got.

You felt your face scrunch with confusion. “What? What other blonde guy? There is no other blond guy. There’s Ashley, but I hardly doubt anyone’s mistaking her for a dude.”

“Oh, so ya don’t know then?” He shrugged, “Well- all in due time.” Before you could press him further, he was coming back to present you with your upgraded weapons. “Here ya go Stranger!” You were quiet for a beat. He continued. “Dazzled, are you? Our craftsmanship demands no less.” 

“Who’s the blond?” You asked, this time much firmer. 

He didn’t back down. “Come back anytime.” The conversation was over. You could press, but something deep inside you told you it was a very bad idea to get on the Merchant’s bad side. Something beyond just him being a valuable ally. 

“Thanks for the help,” you sighed before continuing your mission. The last place you remembered seeing Leon was that bug infested ballroom, so you figured that should be your first destination. Not because you expected to find Leon there, in fact you very much hoped he kept moving and you wouldn’t find him there. No, it was because it was a room you at least knew how to get to, and knew that all the traps were either disarmed or already triggered. It was pretty low effort.

You got the feeling you were being watched as you walked. That wasn’t unexpected considering how deep you were in enemy territory. You had felt like you were being watched since you first set foot in that god forsaken cabin. But it felt more intense now. The paranoia crawled up your spine like a spider, slowly making itself more and more apparent. You felt like an animal in a zoo.

Or like a fish in a barrel. You were relieved when you opened the heavy ballroom door and saw blond hair. You didn’t want to find Leon here originally, but you were relieved to not be alone anymore.

That relief was short-lived. “Well, hello Dearheart. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Wesker said as he turned around, speaking to you before he even saw you, a dark and victorious smirk on his face. Your throat filled with cotton, and suddenly you felt like a fool for not immediately knowing who the Merchant was referring to.

His smirk only grew. He took a step toward you, you took a step back. “Whatever could be wrong, my dear? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m pretty sure I did.” you muttered, just barely above a whisper. Chris had warned you about this. One of the first things he did when he returned from Antarctica with Claire was sit you down and tell you. Like it was an intervention, with Jill there and everything. He said he was pretty sure Wesker had been keeping tabs on all the remaining S.T.A.R.S members and that you had to remain vigilant.

You didn’t want to doubt Chris, but him telling you that Wesker had somehow managed to survive being impaled by that…thing was hard to believe. Especially when you felt him all but die in your arms. Maybe that’s why you were so shocked now. You could no longer live in denial.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re supposed to be dead.” You finally said.

Wesker simply shrugged, as if he wasn’t- once again- defying the very laws of the universe by just standing there. “What can I say? Reports of my death were, greatly exaggerated.”

You felt your arm move before your brain could stop it. You weren’t even in your body anymore. You watched in third person as you shot at your former lover. And felt the air get sucked from your lungs as you watched him dodge the fucking bullet. You really needed to stop doubting Chris.

Wesker rushed you before you could even think to think, taking your wrist in a grip so tight it definitely bruised. “Now now Dear, where’s all this coming from?” He asked, unloading your gun and making sure to clear the chamber, all while it was still in your hand. “I thought you’d be happy to see me. You were so distraught over my death after all.”

You wrenched your arm back and pushed him away- and it wasn’t lost on you that he let you do that. “You should be fucking dead!” You hissed, venom dripping from your words. “For the love of my Fucking. Sanity. You should be dead! After everything you’ve done, the countless lives you’ve ruined- including my own- you couldn’t even have the fucking decency to stay in your Goddamn grave?!” You yelled, six years of rage ripping out of you like a tidal wave.

Wesker sat there and let you screech, utterly unaffected. “I don’t have a grave, actually. None of you ever buried me, not even symbolically.” He would get fucking pedantic on you right now. “You’re a freak of nature!” You snapped, “No better than any of those other monsters Umbrella created!”

He actually frowned at that. You seemed to have finally struck a raw nerve. “And here I was thinking we could have a civilized conversation. It’s quite disappointing, actually, I was hoping you’d be reasonable.”

“Go to hell!”

“Or that you’d at least not resort to throwing a tantrum.” He scoffed. 

You couldn’t believe this man. “Albert, I mourned you.” You said, your voice lower now, tears trembling behind it, “I watched you die, I cried every night and then I hated myself for crying because you didn’t deserve it! You fucking ruined me Albert! You literally invented new ways of betraying people and I was up sobbing because I missed you. Do you even know how long it fucking took me to finally redirect that anger from myself to you- the man it should have targeted from the beginning?! And you want me to be reasonable?! What does that even mean?!” You broke, tears finally slipping down your cheeks and a heavy breath cutting off your words. Right. This is why you stopped feeling things.

You didn’t have it in you to fight back when Wesker gently cupped your face, using his gloved thumb to wipe a tear away. “Feel better now? Got it all out of your system?”

You responded with a deep, jagged breath. 

And he took that as confirmation. “Good. Look Dear, it was nothing personal- truly. I did tell you to stay home.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He was firm with that one, “You’re upset because you feel abandoned and betrayed and you’re treating the entire incident as a personal attack instead of as the calculated experiment and business decision that it was. I truly would have rather you stayed home, the intent was never to hurt you specifically.”

You suspected that was the closest you were ever going to get to an apology out of this man. “How could you do this to us?” You asked in a raspy tone. You told yourself you were referring to the S.T.A.R.S team. And you knew you were lying.

“I was simply doing what had to be done.” He said, caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles. There was a silence so thick you could cut it with a spoon. You knew you should have been trying harder to kill him, to fight back, to do…literally anything. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to do much more than stand there, wishing everything was different.

Wesker was the first to move, reaching into his breast pocket.

You pulled back. What the fuck are you doing?!

He gave you an unimpressed look. What kind of weapon do you honestly think I'm fitting in here? He pulled out the absolute last thing you could have expected. He couldn’t fit a weapon in his pocket, but he might as well have with that. Actually, it might have been worse than a weapon. 

“I’ve been meaning to return this to you for awhile now,” He said, holding up a ruby pendant hanging from a white gold chain. Your grandmother's necklace. “Thank you for lending it to me. It’s quite the good luck charm, it worked very well.”

You shook your head. “Why would you keep that?”

He smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “I knew I was going to return it to you, someday.” 

He closed the gap between the two of you, clasping the chain around your neck, the metaphorical noose around your throat. “There we go. It always did look better on you, Dear.”

You shook your head, unable to process everything that was happening. “I…I need to go find Leon-”

“Oh? Missing your boyfriend?” There was a tight edge to his voice that genuinely caught you off guard.

You looked at him befuddled. “Leon’s not my boyfriend?” You scoffed.

His eyebrow twitched. “Oh, is that so? You could have had me fooled.”

You shook your head, the absurdity of all of this hitting you like a steel chair. You considered pinching yourself to see if you were secretly asleep. “Albert, are you jealous right now?”

He scoffed. “Not at all. I hope you had fun with the government’s favorite toy.”

“Holy shit, you’re jealous.” You almost laughed. “That’s fucking ridiculous- let me remind you, you inadvertently got an entire city wiped off the map, Albert. You have no right to be jealous.”

“I fail to see how those two things are related.”

You brought your arms up just to drop them in exasperation. “Whatever claim you had to me, whatever attachment, whatever right you might have had to be jealous burned down with the Spencer mansion and only exists in the ashes of Racoon City. That’s how they’re related.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “I think you and I both know that’s not true. You’ve never stopped being mine, Doctor.”

You were truly taken aback. “I stopped being yours when that thing killed you.”

He shook his head. “No, you didn’t. If you had, you wouldn’t have spent so many nights lying awake and “missing me” as you so eloquently put it.”

Rage was bubbling inside you again. “You know, for as smart as you are you really don’t have a singular clue how to be a decent human, do you?”

“You’re not the first person to say that.” He said, checking his own codec, “That’s why I was able to rise above humanity.”

You shook your head. There was no getting through to him. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not.” He said, looking up as he put the device in his back pocket, “I’m afraid I can’t let that happen.”

You took a step back. “And why the hell can’t you?!”

“Because Darling,” He said, using your shocked state to take you by the wrist, “Things are starting to get messy at the clocktower, and I intend to get you somewhere safe before things escalate further. Don’t worry, We know exactly how to handle your little plaga.”

You suddenly couldn’t breathe. Surely you weren’t about to be kidnapped by your ex who returned from the dead, surely your life couldn’t get that absurd. “Why?” Was all you could bring yourself to ask.

“Because I don’t make the same mistake twice,” Albert said, quickly grabbing you by the waist before you could think to run. “I’m not leaving you behind this time.” 

[dragonnarrative-writes]

But Dragon, you write COD fanfic!

Yeah, bitch, and I feel weird about it! The shame and anxiety are part of what makes it hot!

[easytiger-xo]

headcanons:

Dean Winchester

x girlfriend x county fair ✦

✦ He’ll pick you up with the windows down, Led Zeppelin’s “Hey, Hey, What Can I Do” playing loud. He’ll give you that once-over the second you slide into the seat—eyes lingering just a second too long, lips curving into that smug grin. “You look real good, sweetheart.” His hand will rest on your thigh the whole drive.

✦ From the moment you step out of the Impala, he’ll grab your hand—tugging you just a little closer than necessary. He won’t let go unless it’s to wrap an arm around your waist or brush his fingers through your hair, slow and deliberate. You’ll catch the way his eyes track you in the crowd, protective and possessive, like he’s daring someone to even look at you wrong.

✦ You won’t even ask—he’ll immediately drag you toward the shooting gallery. He’ll smirk like he’s already won, but when the rigged game plays him dirty, he’ll mutter curses under his breath. Then you step up and shoot every tin can clean off the shelf. He’ll stare like you just proposed. “Damn,” he’ll say, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he hands you the ridiculous oversized Scooby Doo. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

✦ You’ll both be shameless about the fair food—funnel cake, fried Oreos, turkey legs, bacon-wrapped everything. Powdered sugar ends up all over his shirt, your lips, his fingertips. When you try to sneak a bite of his, he’ll lean down and tease, “Only if I get something in return.” And when you lick powdered sugar off his thumb? His eyes will darken just a little, voice low: “Atta girl.”

✦ You’ll drag him into the old-timey photo booth, and he’ll groan—“Really?”—but he’ll be the one who picks the cowboy hat and slides it low over his eyes with that smirk you know too well. He’ll pull you into his lap for the last photo, mouth brushing your jaw like he doesn’t care who sees. When the strip prints, he’ll tuck it into his wallet like it’s the most valuable thing he owns.

✦ In the corn maze, he’ll pretend to get lost—but you’ll feel the way his hands drift lower as he pulls you close. “Guess we’re stuck in here,” he’ll whisper, breath warm on your neck. Between the high stalks, it gets a little heated—hands on hips, lips pressed to skin. His voice will be low and rough when he growls, “You keep looking at me like that and we’re not making it out of here before dark.” Then a kid runs past out of nowhere and he sighs, mutters something like: “cockblocked in a cornfield.” Suddenly he knows exactly which turns will get you out.

✦ When the sun starts to set, you’ll find yourself staring at the Ferris wheel. You won’t ask—Dean’s not great with heights. But to your surprise, he’ll reach for your hand and walk you straight toward it without saying a word. At the top, when the ride pauses and the world feels still, you’ll hold onto him tighter—pretending it’s for you, but he’ll know better. His arm will wrap around your shoulders, and he’ll watch you in the golden light, as if he’s locking the moment away for the days he forgets what warmth feels like.

✦ Later, you’ll hear a country band playing under fairy lights—Kenny Rogers or something close. Dean will pull you into a slow two-step, (he’s had a few overpriced beers), even if there’s no one else dancing. He’ll spin you just to make you laugh, then reel you back in tight, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs something low and teasing that makes your whole body burn.

✦ As night falls, he’ll lead you to a quiet patch of grass away from the noise, spreading out his leather jacket like a blanket. You’ll sit between his legs, your back against his chest, his hands resting low on your waist. When the fireworks start, he’ll press kisses to your neck, one after another. “This,” he’ll whisper, voice gravel and honey. “You. Me. I could stay right here forever.”

✦ On the ride home, you’ll start to crash from too much sugar and sunshine, your head resting on his shoulder. He’ll drive with one hand on the wheel, the other sliding slow up your thigh—just enough to tease. The music’s low, your body’s warm, and just when you’re starting to drift, he’ll say something soft and devastating like—

“You feel like home, baby.”

credit & links:

⟡ more dean winchester.

⟡ gif from pinterest, edited by me.

⟡ pics & dividers by easytiger-xo.

[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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[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.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Well...

which ao3 tag are you?

[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

[silenthillmutual]

why does scooby-doo have a laugh track

[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.

[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

[vickymonday]

Haunted Junkyard

I just had this idea for a transformer fan-fiction and I wanted to give it a try first time written. 

Part 1, Part 2

A teen sneaks into a junkyard rumor to be haunted to get some car parts.

Someone walks through a junkyard, wearing a rad hoodie and metallic mask. Swinging their arms and ending with a clap, the radio on them springs to life, “stop making so much noise”. They pick up the radio from her belt and reply, “don't worry David, no one here”. The voice replied, “but this place is haunted” she chuckles to herself, “ghosts don’t exist” “Tell that to the Jackson kids” he said. walking through the rose of the car with a flashlight looking for the right one, “They got scared by a Scooby Doo villain.” she replied. “Just get the parts, and Sara do NOT mass with the new looking cars.” Sara asks “are those the haunted ones”. "yup” David replies with certainty “that’s why, you're the getaway driver”.

As she waves to the guy in the car, and returns waves back. She wakes up to an old Toyota Cressida “find one” she sides “already?” “I’ll see what lift.” Sara lifts up the hood, and sees the engine. “Still has some good parts in it”. As she pulls apart the engine and puts the parts in her bag. She starts walking deeper into the junkyard and sees an untouched yellow bug. “I see one of them,” she said, “a another Cressida?” he asked. “No, the haunted ones.” “Don’t say that in front of it, don't even look at it.” He demanded “it is a nice car, your color too.” “Oh really, let me just hop in.” She laughed at the joke. as Sara looks in another car, and opening a car door, she begins to take apart the dashboard. “If you don’t believe in ghosts, what do you believe in?” He asked, “Alien, maybe some creepiest.” as she removed the radio from the car. He asked “Alien yas, but creepiest isn’t that just a different kind of ghost?” As she got out of the car, she put the car radio in her bag. “Mothman isn’t a ghost, more like a mutated person.” And slams the car door “Is science fiction more your thing” he remotes. “Ever since I was a kid.”

Turning a corner and seeing the yellow bug in the middle of the row of cars. “Do those cars just chase people?” “You see a car moving, don’t you”. She starts tinkering with a car ”No, I’m curious what happened”. “They died,” he replies, sarcastically. Sarah retorts back, “No they didn’t” but he replies “but they did get rammed by one of them which is why you should leave.” “Ok I’m leaving, I'll be at the side entrance” “Ok be there” as Sara maneuvers around the cars she fails to notice the tank tracks on the cars behind her. But she does notice the red car at the end of the right road, and turning her head to the left, she notices the yellow bug at the other side. Walking across the dirt road, hear an engine revving and the cars speeding towards her. She starts running towards the next row of cars, she gets to the next row. And the speeding car screeched to a halt, several feet from each other. She looks in the car windows, but they are tinted. She decides to really turn around and start running towards the dried creek.

Focusing on the sound of engines raving behind her, and tripping on a piece of metal sticking out of the dry dirt. Slamming on to the ground, looking for what made her trip, and seeing a shimmering metal plate. Uncover from the earth, grading it to take a closer look. It has multiple shades of blue, putting it in her bag and getting out of the creek. ”Hey, what’s taking you so long?” Jumping out of her skin a little, she takes the radio to respond to David. “Understanding why this place is haunted.” Only silence, then with an understandable response. “ Told you so.”

With that silence she notices there’s no longer noise in the junkyard. But the moonlight being the only source of light, she decides to take out her flashlight. Turning it on, she looks for the red and yellow cars. But the light landed on a tank, on top of a pile of crushed cars underneath it. Sarah was not concerned, considering how beat up it was it looked like it belonged here. That was until the tank started moving its cannon towards Sarah, she realized that it was moving on its own. She starts moving towards the side exit, and picking up the pace wants the tank start moving towards her.

[artistalley]

Emmi Kat Johnson (@emmikatjohnson)

Hello! I'm Emmi (she/her)! A long-time tumblrite who started making her mark on tumblr over a decade ago with niche fanart before getting her BFA in Animation and never getting to use it. awkward laugh track wipes away a tear I'm still a fanartist at heart and my shop reflects that with homages to my favorite fandoms like Animal Crossing, Scooby-Doo, and The Hex Girls, but I also have a lot of original designs and I'm expanding my repertoire with new skills and products. Most recently I've introduced hand-made, original art greeting cards and in the last year, I've started making art out of REAL LIVE DEAD BUGS, PRESERVED LIZARDS, BONES AND MORE! There's something for everyone in my shop, be it stickers for your emotional support water bottle, additions to your maximalist curiosity cabinet and gallery wall, jewelry that makes it look like you stumbled out of a witch's hut with a new quest, and very little direction, or just really like supporting small artists. 👉👈

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[brainworms-dot-com]

Project Eden's Garden chapter 1 spoilers:

Ok, so I've only made it past the investigation, and I haven't seen the trial yet, so this opinion is likely to change, but can I just say Wolfgang is by far my least favorite character so far?

Like, I think it's his ego and how unchecked it is that pisses me off. He clearly sees himself as better and more fit to lead than everyone else, and yet nobody challenges that belief. And the thing that really sucks is he is not a good leader. The fact that he keeps denying the concept that anyone could kill is exactly what led to his death. And I think Jean weirdly makes me more angry at Wolfgang because Jean is an example of a genuinely good leader. When he takes charge, things go well. Because he is a captain. His job is to lead, and he should be in charge, as opposed to Wolfgang. So, seeing an actual good leader compared to him makes him look even worse in my eyes. And the fact that despite all that, the entire group seems to follow him anyways because of his charisma and likability? Honestly, Damon is an asshole, but I couldn't help but feel his frustration.

Then again, maybe this could change, I haven't seen the trial yet, so maybe there'll be a big reveal that'll completely recontextualize him in my eyes, but for now, he's my least favorite. In fact, here's a ranking with explanations:

17: Wolfgang Akire, I just explained why

16: Kai Monteago, he's just so whiny and bitchy and annoying, and I accidentally gave him the same voice I gave Jimmy from Mouthwashing, so....

15: Damon Maitsu, even though I said I could relate to his frustrations with Wolfgang, he's still an asshole.

14: Cassidy Amber, I am shockingly neutral on Cassidy. I don't hate her, but I can't say I have any particularly strong feelings on her.

13: Ulysses Wilhelm, similar to Cassidy, I'm fairly neutral on him, but unlike Cassidy, I gave him a voice that is very fun for me to do, like a nerdy quiet voice with a lisp, it's fun. (Btw, you can see my playthrough of the prologue on brainwormsdotcom on YouTube, I love shameless self promotion)

12: Mark Berskii, he's just a chill guy, plus, similar to Wilhelm, I gave him a voice I have a lot of fun doing.

11: Desmond Hall, I don't have much to say about him, he's just a genuinely nice guy. Like, I could see myself hanging out with him in real life. It's nice to have a normie among this sea of wackos.

10: Wenona, so far, she hasn't done much, but I'm putting her here preemptively, because she is on track to be one of my favorite characters. I love mean women, what can I say?

9: Diana Venicia, I was pretty neutral on her in the prologue, but she has climbed the ranks, and I genuinely enjoy her character a lot. She's just so genuinely nice. Like, to a heartwarming degree.

8: Jett Dawson, unfortunate last name aside, he's just funny. Like, that's my reason for him being this high. He makes me laugh. His stupid Scooby-Doo ass laugh makes me giggle every time.

7: Eloise Taulner, I don't have a justification for this spot, I just think she's neat

4: Grace Madison, since the prologue, I've loved her. she's so fun, energetic, I love mean women as I've said before, and honestly, 3rd favorite voice to do.

6: Toshiko Kayura, she's probably the character I have the second most fun doing the voice for (the first is coming up), I love her sassy energy and dramatic personality, and I also like how the game doesn't let you forget she's just a kid, and she acts how a kid would act in her situation.

5: Tozu, I hear you asking why I'm ranking Tozu and not Mara, and to that I say Mara is a non-character as of now. She has done 1 thing (remember I haven't played the trial, so I still need to do that). Anyway, back to Tozu. Dramatic theater kid ass. I love doing is voice, it's so fun, plus hot hot man sorry for being icnorehenehr I'm just so Tozu pilled

3: Ingrid Grimwall, two words; muscle mommy

2: Jean Delamer, as I've said, he is objectively a better leader than Wolfgang, and he just has this infectious sense of optimism that I can't help but love. Every time he talks, I can't help but smile. Plus he has a boob window.

1: Eva Tsunaka, her character did not go the way I thought she would. Never in my life did I expect her to be the ultimate Mathelete. I'm like, actually losing my mind about that. But honestly, it really endeared me to her. Especially since I did her free time events, I just really got attached to her. If she ever dies, I might vomit. I'm in love.

Anyway, that's it, bye.