#scooby doo the collapse

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Scooby Doo AU: The Collapse

“God, I'm s-stuck...”

The chasmic groan of compressed air presses in on Shaggy’s ears… the agonized cry of a place forgotten by time, forgotten by everyone. The sterile echo of absence.

Evidence of the collapse is all around him; massive pieces of rock and earth spill from the former opening in the ceiling. Even now it bows towards the site of the incident, threatening a second cascade - and this one might be lucky enough to do what the first one had just tried to do - bury him alive.

Shaggy splutters, trying to lift his head. A hewn slab of limestone sits just above him, pressing down on his ribcage, restricting motion and respiration. He struggles for each breath, none of them full, all of them stale and laced with the remaining dust and grit that has yet to settle to the dusty ground a few feet below him.

None of them know I’m here.

Panic seizes him and he scrabbles desperately at the rock above him, trying to shift it, move it. It doesn’t budge. 

“I’M DOWN HERE! HELP! HELP…” His cries are feeble and send him into a half-coughing, half-sobbing fit. The free space he has to breathe seems to shrink as he hyperventilates. Sucking for air, for freedom, kicking at everything around him, pushing against the stone - his coffin lid. Tears spill down his cheeks.

Nobody knows where I am. I’m going to die down here.

His limbs go limp and he sobs. Occasionally the sniffling is broken by another futile cry for rescue. 

No answer comes. 

Why did I have to be brave?? It’s only my luck something like this would happen… and did I even learn anything? I’m still here sniveling like a baby. I’ll always be a coward. 

 He squeezes his eyes shut - it’s not like he can see anything anyway. 

“I was just… just trying to help,” he says to the hollow darkness. “I’m always running off and hiding, and, and leaving all the hard things for them to do. Fred ‘n the girls. Figured I sh.. should, like... start pulling my weight, you know? The dog is more helpful than I’ve been, but… just, just look where it landed me.”

A second frantic heave is unleashed against the rock. No dice. It’s either firmly lodged in place, or simply too heavy to be budged. He has no idea how much rubble is above or around it… if only he could see!

His eyes snap open. He blinks tears away, blood tingling beneath his skin. The weight of cool metal presses against his outer thigh.

There’s a flashlight in my pocket. 

Unable to sit up, he knows he’ll have to reach for it. He pushes a scrap of wood to the side, dropping his shoulder to the left as far as he can, extending his long fingers to the point of strain.

His fingers just brush the pocket flap.

Tears reappear in his eyes and his breathing begins to pick up again - 

Think about the girls - Vee and Daffy! Think of Fred! Think about that… that double decker meatball abomination you made with Scooby that one time. Remember how fast he ate it, and how he forgot to save you a bite? 

It’s not much of anything, but his harried breathing slows. Try again. Do it for them.

With a grunt he shifts his shoulders and reaches a tad further than the first attempt - but it’s still not close enough. He exhales forcefully and tips his head to -gah, no, it’s still too dark to see, you mook. He waves his arms along the rough surface beneath him as if he were making a snow angel - 

His fingers bonk into that piece of wood he’d brushed aside. Immediately he grasps it and pulls it closer to his body. With a shaking hand he feels it. Yes, it’s plenty long. It’ll reach. 

Holding the oversized splinter out at a forty-five degree angle, he’s easily able to stab it into his pants pocket. Now his heartbeat accelerates with hope. He continues jabbing at the pocket, using the fabric as a flimsy fulcrum to leverage the flashlight up, up, and out. With a sharp exhale he relaxes as the flashlight rolls out of his pocket - And continues rolling - 

With a yelp he jerks his leg out, slamming his knee against the stone in the process - but he catches the flashlight, barely stopping its escape with his kneecap. He kicks the light up to his hand, eagerly closing his fingers around the metal casing with white knuckles.

He switches the light on with an apprehensive gulp.

[disorganizedkitten]

okay but soulmate groups with five people

Scooby-Doo

Backyardigans

Power rangers

Voltron

Early Winx

The color coding. The adventures. The archetypes and stereotypes.

The way they all actually mean so much to each other and the group can only split if it splits like a lava lamp, destined to come together once more.

[heyclickadee]

Also I sort of accidentally triggered the Scooby Doo sleeper agent in me by talking about not dropping people (ie, Tech), so if I suddenly start rambling about the Scooby Doo franchise on here I am sorry. It can’t be helped.

[childrenofcain-if]

The relationship between MC and Elias has my entire effing heart 😭 idk how you made the dynamic so sweet and made me care for him when I've only known him for two chapters??

Since he's so gentle with us, I wonder how would it go if MC came home one day from like elementary school crying because they were bullied? How would Elias handle it?

the door slammed behind you with a loud, echoing sound that seemed to punctuate the misery weighing you down. your black, polished shoes scuffed against the marble floor as you trudged into the vast, empty foyer, tears streaming down your cheeks.

it was all too much—the laughter, the jeers, the malice-filled words of those kids at school that stabbed and twisted in ways you didn’t understand but hurt all the same.

elias had always been good at spotting storms on the horizon—first the trembling lip, then the stutter in your words, and finally, the cascade of tears that seemed far too heavy for someone so small.

when you came through the door just now, your face blotchy, streaked with heartbreak, he felt the summons of your sorrow like a riptide dragging him under. he had been in the middle of something—work, life, whatever inconsequential thing adults tangled themselves up in—but it evaporated the moment he saw you.

“oh, little apple,” he murmured as his eyes took in your tear-streaked face, the slump of your shoulders, the hiccupping breaths you couldn’t quite catch.

he dropped everything, his folders and papers scattering to the floor like leaves in a gust of wind. his long stride brought him to you in seconds, and then he was crouching, lowering himself to meet you on your level.

you were shaking, your fists tight as if holding onto the last frayed threads of your composure. he reached out, hesitant, the way you would approach a wounded animal, not wanting to startle you.

you couldn’t speak at first. the sobs came in waves, each one ripping through you, and the effort to shape words was too much. instead, you let go.

you collapsed against him, your small arms wrapping around his neck as if he were a lifeboat and you were caught in the middle of a stormy sea. he smelled like lavender, cedar and ink and something faintly sweet, like the peppermint candy he always kept in his pockets.

his arms wrapped around you, strong and warm, and for a moment, the world felt a little less like it was spinning out of control.

“it’s alright,” he murmured into your hair, though his heart was pounding. he could feel the dampness of your tears soaking into his shirt, the slight tremor in your body. “whatever it is, we’ll fix it. i promise.”

when your tears finally slowed with time, elias gently pulled back to look at you, his brow furrowed in concern. his thumbs brushed away the lingering wetness on your cheeks.

“want to tell me what’s going on?” he asked, his tone patient in the way only he could manage.

you hiccupped, clutching at his shirt. “they—” you sniffled, the words coming out shaky and uneven. “they took scooby-doo.”

he blinked, confused for a moment, before realization dawned on his face. “the keychain?”

you nodded, fresh tears spilling over. “the one mama gave me for christmas.”

a flicker of fury crossed his face, but he buried it quickly, his expression softening as he focused on you. “and who is ‘they’?”

you told him about the kids at school, their cruel laughter echoing in your ears even as you recounted the story. how they called you names for being smarter than them, for being the kid whose mom didn’t love them enough to live with them. how they’d grabbed your backpack and yanked the keychain off, holding it high above your head and tossing it to each other while you tried, unsuccessfully, to snatch it back.

elias didn’t interrupt. he let you talk, his jaw tightening with every word, though his hands stayed gentle on your shoulders.

as soon as you were done, he scooped you up with the same ease as when you were smaller, holding you close to his chest as he stood.

“shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “i’ve got you. those kids are never going to hurt you again. not ever.”

you nodded, your chest still heavy but a little lighter than before. elias always made you feel like the world wasn’t as big or scary as it seemed.

elias’s lips pressed into a firm line, a resolve hardening in his expression. “i’m going to talk to your school,” he promised. “the principal, the school board—whoever i need to. they won’t be getting away with this. but for now...” he softened again, his hand resting against your cheek comfortingly. “for now, let’s focus on making you feel better, okay?”

you sniffled against his shoulder, rubbing the remaining tears from your eyes. “how?”

“first,” he said, carrying you into the living room, “we’re going to get you something to eat. you can’t face the world on an empty stomach.” he set you down gently on the couch, brushing a strand of hair from your damp cheek. “what sounds good? mac and cheese? pancakes? ice cream for dinner?”

the corner of your mouth twitched, the ghost of a smile. “mac and cheese?”

“as my little apple wishes,” he said, bowing dramatically which made you giggle.

he sent the servants away, muttering something about needing the house to feel smaller and cozier. he then moved around the kitchen while narrating his every step of making mac and cheese as though he was starring in a cooking show. “breadcrumbs on top, obviously. otherwise, it’s just noodles pretending to be a meal. and a little extra cheese, because that’s how my little apple likes it, hm?”

when he set the plate in front of you, it looked a little lopsided, but it tasted like comfort and love. while you still preferred your mom’s version, your dad wasn’t a bad cook either.

you ate together on the couch, and elias told you stories about his own childhood, about the time he’d fallen off his bike trying to impress a girl or the disastrous school play where he’d forgotten all his lines. he made you laugh, the sort of laugh that bubbled up unexpectedly and left you breathless.

after you’d finished your plate, he pulled out a tub of your favorite ice cream, letting you eat it straight from the carton as he turned on the TV.

“now,” he said, flipping through the channels, “i seem to recall a certain detective dog who’s pretty good at cheering you up. what do you think?”

you nodded, curling up next to him on the couch. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, and together you watched episode after episode of scooby-doo.

at one point, he even joined in on the theme song, his deep baritone blending awkwardly with the high-pitched melody. you giggled so hard you nearly fell off the couch, and the sound of your laughter seemed to melt something in him.

by the time bedtime rolled around, the weight of the day had eased, replaced by the kind of tiredness that settled in your bones after too much crying and too much laughing.

elias took your big yawn as a hint and carried you upstairs to your bedroom. he tucked you into bed like he always did—tucking the corners of the blanket just right, the way you liked it.

when he leaned down to kiss your forehead, you grabbed his wrist, your voice small. “will you stay, dada?”

his expression was gentle as he nodded. “of course.”

he sat on the edge of your bed, his large hand resting gently on your hair, stroking it in slow, soothing motions. you closed your eyes, the world finally quiet and safe.

and then he started to sing.

“close your eyes, have no fear. the monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here.”

his voice wasn’t perfect, but it was tender and warm, wrapping around you like the blanket he’d tucked in so carefully. each word he sang wrapped around you like a lullaby spun from safety and love.

“beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful child…”

by the time he reached the bridge, you were asleep, your breathing even and peaceful. but elias stayed, his hand still resting against your hair, his gaze lingering on your face.

“goodnight, little apple,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “dada loves you so very much.”

and as the night deepened and the house fell completely silent, elias sat there, guarding your dreams with the quiet, unshakable strength of a father’s love.

[songforeddiemunson]

Haunting in Blackwood Hollow

An Eddie Munson x F!Reader Miniseries

Series Summary: It’s the year 1991. Eddie and reader check into a rented house in the Appalachian woods, joined by Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin. Unfortunately for our gang, things in Blackwood Hollow are never as they appear.

Tropes: established relationship, Jonathan x Nancy, no mention of the events from ST, smut, comedy, fluff, scares, bit of whump (but nothing too crazy)

Series Warnings: Swearing, drinking and weed use, sexual and scary situations, minors please DNI.

Chapter One: Steve's Big Mistake

Chapter warnings: naughty language, mentions of drinking, weed use. This is largely setting the scene babes. Author's Note: Submission for @stcreators Event 5: Dynamics Submission for @somnambulic-thing, @allthingsjoeq, and @bettyfrommars event: strangerprompts (#14) {Okay so I took a bit of liberty with the prompt, but that's just how my brain wanted to do it! You know how that goes. ;) }

Word Count: ~2K

You swore under your breath as the taxi pulled away, leaving you staring at the monstrosity you were meant to be staying in for the weekend.

“This is the last time I leave that jackass in charge of anything,” you muttered, prompting a snort from Eddie, who stood beside you.

You liked Steve. Loved him even, in the way that friends that have known each other for years did, who’d seen each other at their worst, thick as thieves, none of that ‘will they or won’t they’ shit, especially after you started seeing Eddie. But in that moment, you could strangle him.

Most of your group of friends had scattered to the four corners of the country, so when you all received your invitations to Joyce Byers’ and Jim Hopper’s wedding in the Smoky Mountains, you decided to rent a whole house instead of getting hotel rooms. Correction: Steve came up with the idea to rent a house, and admittedly it was a good plan. It would likely be cheaper to pool your resources, and you could all hang out in the common areas and catch up.

And then you saw the house.

It was a stereotype in peeling paint and dilapidated wood. The porch was creaky and appeared to be on the verge of collapse. Gnarled old vines and weeds encroached from every direction; you thought maybe it had been landscaped last sometime in the 1960s. A broken old fountain sat on the front lawn, with a scummy green puddle of rainwater gathered at the bottom, and there was a broken gate that hung loose on its hinges near the drive.

Eddie tilted his head in a manner reminiscent of a terrier as he surveyed the old structure. “I think it looks kinda cool, like that house in IT. The house on Neibolt Street, remember?”

You blinked at your paramour. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend the weekend in a house like that. It’s one thing to read about it in a spooky story, it’s another thing to actually sleep there.” He had the good grace to laugh at that sentiment.

“Fair enough,” he conceded.

Of all the houses in Asheville, Tennessee, THIS is the one he chooses? You thought bitterly as you made your way up the walkway toward the porch, stepping carefully on the worn wood and looking for nails that could be lying in wait to impale your foot.

You had no idea if anyone else had already arrived, and whether you were supposed to knock or just walk in. You had decided to try the former, but your knuckles hadn’t had a chance to make contact with the wood before the door was whipped open, revealing a clearly exasperated Robin.

“Omigosh you’re here!” she cried joyfully as she threw her arms around you. You let your weekend bag drop to the porch as you reciprocated the hug.

“Robin! I’m so glad to see you!” you cooed as you gave her a good squeeze then released her. “But what the hell is this house?”

“Right?! I feel like it’s right out of a Scoobie Doo episode or something. Talk about creepy. Eddie! Hi!”

“I’ve seen worse,” a deeper voice intoned from out of eyesight, shortly before Steve stepped into the foyer.

“Steve! It’s lovely to see you, but what the fuck?” you scolded.

Steve’s expression was so sheepish that you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“I know, I know,” he moaned, before putting his face in his hands.

“Come here and hug me, loser. I haven’t seen you in almost two years and you’re gonna make me sleep in the house from Amityville Horror?”

“Hey now,” Robin countered, “The Amityville Horror house was waaay nicer than this.”

“True. Eddie said it looked like the house from IT.”

“Oooh yes! That fits,” Robin said.

“What’s that? It?” Steve asked, never one to embrace pop culture.

You hugged Steve despite wanting to hurt him a little bit. “Nevermind. So what were you thinking with this house?”

“Okay so in my defense the pictures were much nicer in the Want Ad, and in black and white. I didn’t realize it was going to be so…”

“Shabby?” you offered while Robin said “terrifying” at the same time.

“Yeah,” Steve said with a shrug.

Eddie chuckled as he hugged his friends by way of greeting.  “Alright well, as long as the bed is clean, I don't really care,” he said. “This one is scared of spiders,” he said, gesturing toward you. 

“I am not, you are!” you yelled.

“I am NOT afraid of spiders,” Eddie replied defensively. “It’s those fucking centipede things with all the legs. I hate those things.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure there are plenty of things in this house to trigger all our phobias.”

The interior was a little less gloomy than its exterior, but that wasn’t saying much. The common room in which you were standing was decorated in 50 year-old wallpaper that was peeling and yellowing. The floors were hard wood but hadn’t been refinished since the wallpaper was installed, and the dusty old upholstery was flat and worn around the edges. 

“Where are we sleeping, anyway?”

“There’s three bedrooms, one with a queen and two with a pair of singles. I figured we could draw straws or someth–”

“Dibs on the queen!” Eddie shouted.

“Eddie, we have to–” you began.

“Nah babe. We’re a couple, and we got here first. You snooze, you lose.”

“I think that’s fair,” Robin said with a shrug.

“Nancy and Jonathan won’t love that,” Steve said. “But you can fight it out amongst yourselves. I’m staying out of it. Looks like you’re bunking with me, Robin.”

“I don’t care, as long as you don’t snore.”

Nancy and Jonathan arrived about an hour later, and while they weren’t thrilled to be relegated to a pair of twin beds, they conceded that Eddie did in fact call dibs.

“I feel like we’re eighteen again,” Nancy laughed as she explored the kitchen for a clean glass for water. “Calling dibs and bunking up together. Feels like old times.”

“It does,” you agreed from where you were leaning against the counter. “I don’t know if I would use any of the dishes in this house though.”

“I might just make a store run, get some solo cups and paper plates,” she said as she put one grimy glass back in the cupboard with a look of distaste. “Any requests?”

“Oooh, cheez-its, snapple peach tea, pizza pretzel combos…”

“PBR,” Eddie contributed as he sidled up next to you and bent to give you a quick peck on the lips.

“Well of course,” Nancy said with a smile. “Can’t forget the beer.”

Robin poked her head into the room. “Grab a couple of pizzas! I’ll give you cash.”

You all pitched in for the snacks and sent Nancy on her way as the sun began its descent behind the trees. The rest of you gathered in the living room to figure out what to do for the night.

“Care for a toke?” Eddie asked, as he held up a joint he pulled from his jacket and set it alight.

“Yessss,” Jonathan replied with enthusiasm, leaning forward to pinch the little joint between his fingers.

“That didn’t take long,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

“Lighten up, Harrington,” Jonathan said in a fragrant plume of exhalation, stifling a cough. “You could probably use this more than the rest of us. You’re too wound up.” 

“It’s true Steve, why are you always so stressed out?” you asked, taking a pull from the joint.

“I don’t know, I just feel like I’m the responsible one–” he began, but was cut off by a chorus of jeers and naysaying.

“You think you’re the responsible one, but everyone knows it’s Nancy,” Robin said, laughing.

“Yeah man, like…the King Steve days are over, you can stop trying so hard,” Eddie added with a grin.

“Okay, okay, I get it…” Steve said, accepting his ribbing with a modicum of grace. His voice trailed off, however, as his attention was pulled in another direction. “Hey what’s that?”

“What?” you and Jonathan asked at the same time, following his gaze. 

“It’s on top of that bookshelf…” he began, already getting up and walking toward it. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach it, and pulled it down, unleashing a cloud of dust and grime.

“What is it?” Eddie asked.

Steve brushed the dust off the cover before looking up at you with wide eyes. 

“It’s a ouija board,” he said.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said, laughing. "You can't be serious."

“What! No, no thank you!” Robin yelled.

“I dunno man, you might want to put that back and pretend you never saw it,” Jonathan added with a smirk.

“What, nah, that stuff isn’t real,” you said.

“No, it’s not,” Steve agreed. “It’s just a silly game.”

“If it’s just a silly game,” Eddie taunted, "why don’t we take it for a spin?”

“Oh man, no, don’t give him any ideas,” Robin piped in with her trademarked ‘mile-a-minute’ cadence. “Did you see the movie Witchboard? Well I did, and I didn’t sleep for a week afterward. Too scary for me. And it’s kinda weird that that thing just shows up in the spookiest house I’ve ever seen, and we’re in the middle of nowhere and…”

“What’s Witchboard?” Steve asked.

“Dude, watch a movie…” Eddie moaned while Jonathan doubled-over laughing.

Steve laid the box down on the coffee table. “Well, just because there was a movie about these things doesn’t make them real. The Princess Bride isn’t exactly real either.”

Eddie gasped with mock incredulity. “It’s NOT?”

“Have fun NOT storming the castle I guess,” Jonathan tried to say without laughing, which came out as a choked squeal.

“Inconceivable!” you yelled, making the entire room erupt in hearty laughter and dispelling some of the unease that had grown since the discovery of the ouija board.

“Jesus guys, are you that stoned already?” Steve asked with a smile.

“Eddie only buys the good stuff,” you said.

“Zero to zooted within three hits, or your money back,” Eddie said before taking another pull from the joint.

“Good to know,” Steve said sarcastically. “So are you guys gonna play with this thing or not?”

“Fine fine,” you said. “Eddie, let’s do this.”

He agreed, and you sat on the floor on either side of the coffee table. You opened the box, took out its contents, and each placed the index finger of your right hand gently on the planchette. You sat silent for a moment, not doing or saying anything, unsure of where to begin.

“Uhhhh,” Eddie said before dissolving into giggles.

“Ask it something!” Robin whispered, leaning forward in her excitement.

“Okay, uh…” you began, pausing to think. “Is there anybody here with us right now?”

It seemed like the entire room held its breath with anticipation.

“Is there anyone here in this house?” you repeated.

The silence ticked onward.

“Well this is thrilling,” Jonathan said with a snort.

“Give it a minute,” Steve said.

“Thought you didn’t believe in this stuff, Stevarino,” Eddie teased.

“I don’t, but–”

You thought you felt the planchette move ever so slightly. 

“Wait!” you gasped. “Did you feel that?”

“No, wait. Maybe?” Eddie whispered.

You sat motionless for a beat, but nothing happened. You began to think that it was your imagination when…

….suddenly the front door banged open with a loud smash, and every single person in the room screamed like a banshee.

“Jesus, guys!” Nancy said as she struggled to hold several brown paper grocery bags. “A little help here?”

“Oh fuck, sorry babe,” Jonathan said, and the rest of you sheepishly got up to help, leaving the ouija board on the table. You bustled into the kitchen to put things away and pop open cans of beer, laughing about the silly jump scare you’d all just shared.

What none of you saw, however, was the planchette on the ouija board slide over to ‘hello.’

To Be Continued...

Sorry this one is short, but I needed to get it out. More is coming! As always, comments and reblogs are the lifeblood of every fic writer!

PART TWO MASTERLIST

[klausysworld]

Okay, so I was thinking, what about Omega Klaus?

He takes suppressants to block his omega scent and his heats but he finds his mate, which is an alpha that is supposedly a friend of the Scooby-Doo Gang.

The Alpha reader knows instantly that Klaus is an Omega, Her Omega.

They know each other and everything, then they date and Klaus forgets to take his suppressants and he gose into heat and builds a nest and his Alpha finds out and Klaus freaks but then his alpha reassures him and fucks him in the nest that Klaus build.

She knows

Being a male omega wolf was a rare occurrence, especially a thousand years ago. To alpha females it was blessing but to the pack as a whole it was usually a disadvantage.

Klaus was ashamed of his omega trait, and when Mikael learnt of it he had a whole other reason to hate Niklaus. Another reason for Klaus to loath himself.

So he made himself appear as dominant as possible. He viewed any sign of submission as weak and pathetic. He forced witches to create a suppression spell on him and was able to gain his alpha scent by replicating his siblings.

His siblings never mentioned their brothers original status, they understood that it was difficult to be known as the almighty hybrid and be an omega. The two didn’t mix in the superhero world.

They all sort of forgot he was an omega until the spell wore off.

Klaus didn’t know that the spell would break away if he met his match. His alpha.

And he wasn’t at all ready.

———————————————————————

Klaus felt the atmosphere shift when he met her eyes, a very hesitant expression on his face when she put her hand out for him to shake.

Both Damon and Stefan were incredibly confused as they watched the two wolves have a stare down before he reluctantly shook her hand. Rebekah sat on her bar stool trying not to laugh as she watched her brother shiver in delight and step closer to the woman.

Stefan awkwardly cleared his throat and tried to get out of the situation while Damon pulled Y/n away and ushered her out of bar. They left Chicago and didn’t speak of the incident again.

………………….………………………………………………………

Rebekah on the other hand was all over the idea. Klaus managed to shut her up infront of Stefan until he ended up knocked out in the back of a truck and the siblings were on their way to Mystic Falls anyway

“Oh my god you that she knows right!? You saw the way she looked at you? She looked like she could’ve eaten you on the spot-“ She exclaimed and Klaus sunk into his seat

“It’s impossible for her to know” he grumbled nervously

“She definitely knew”

“She can’t.”

…………………………………………………………………..……

Klaus felt like a child being watched by his mother when he spotted y/n observing him at the high school prank night.

She had a certain look on her face the whole time, she looked at him in a way that asked: why are you pretending so hard to be something you’re not?

So he avoided her stare as much as he could despite the urge to look over to her.

He found it a little odd that she didn’t stop him from turning Tyler, only watched with a calculated expression.

Though when he turned Stefan’s humanity off he noticed her stand and approach him. Her gaze hard and empty as she helped Elena run away from her boyfriend. And Klaus didn’t dare lay a hand on either of them when he found them halfway down the corridor.

She appeared again at the hospital with Damon, bringing Elena to the car.

And then he got a flow of calls from Rebekah reporting any information she could find on y/n while Klaus was away making hybrids.

———————————————————————

He was worried. He could feel something happening to him and he didn’t know how to stop it.

And it only got harder when she came to his defence against his father. His wolf wanted to collapse to his knees before her.

She brought him back to his home, loving words whispered to him as she cleaned the blood from his chest where Damon had stabbed him and changed him out of his suit which she said made him look handsome which resulted in an embarrassingly dark blush.

And when her lips pressed to his forehead, his entire body went limp. Her hands stroked his stubble and she pulled the blankets to cover him “it’s okay omega, you’re safe now” she told him gently, her words not registering to him until the next day after he had fallen asleep with her arms holding him tight and nuzzled his face into her chest.

By the time he woke up she had gone and left him a note with a glass of blood beside his bed which he learned was hers just by smelling it before moaning as he guzzled it down.

He didn’t know that by drinking her blood the spell had nearly entirely disappeared.

He could feel that need to be taken care of resurfacing. He wanted her so incredibly badly that it consumed his every thought.

By the time all his siblings were awake he was fully stripped of his alpha identity. They could all tell instantly, but none of them commented. Especially not after Rebekah had blabbed on about y/n being Klaus’ alpha. If there were something worse than an alpha male, it were an alpha female.

So they kept any thoughts to themselves as they watched him get deliveries of pillows and blankets, comforters and toppers. A couple times they each peaked to see his nest progression. Esther was most shocked when she went to wake him for the day of the ball and found him curled up with a stuffed wolf that y/n had gifted him despite his embarrassment.

And when the ball came around he felt like a puppy waiting for its person to come find him.

He danced with his face in her neck, his tongue licking at the skin and his fangs urging to dig into her.

She held him like he weighed nothing and lead him through the dance with ease. When she pulled him off to the side she took one look at him before making an ‘ohh’ sound.

He looked at her in question, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips

“You’re okay omega” she soothed, stroking his face and neck “this just means your heat is coming up, you had one yet?” She asked softly and he whimpered with a shake of his head. “That’s alright puppy, I’m gonna take such good care of you and your needs. The second you feel it, you get in your nest and I’ll know and I’ll come to you okay? Do you have a nest yet ‘mega?” She explained and question him in a soft, caring manner.

“It’s in my room” he told her shyly, looking up the stairs before grabbing her hand and leading her up. His siblings smiled to themselves seeing the two go into his bedroom.

“Oh puppy it’s gorgeous in here” she praised while looking at the biggest nest she had ever seen. He gently pulled her down into it, bringing her under the blankets and pulling at her dress to get it off so he could feel her skin on his. “Klaus honey, there’s a lot of people downstairs and I don’t think you want them to hear how loud you’re gonna be when I play with you” she warned as he kicked his clothes off and ground against her.

He ended up drinking from her neck while humping against the pillow that was squished between them and pulling her strapless bra away from her body.

“Your gonna be so desperate when your heat hits” she whispered feeling how horny he was just from the pre-heat. “We’re gonna have to move you to my house so we don’t disturb your family” she muttered to herself while stroking his back as he rubbed up against the pillow with muffed moans.

When someone knocked on the door there was no way she could get him to stop with how far gone he was

“Can I help?” She called, lifting the fluffy quilts so she could see Elijah at the doorway who looked redder than a tomato, only able to see the movement of his brothers body and his teeth in her neck.

“I- um- my mothers having a toast downstairs but- it doesn’t matter, goodnight miss y/n” he stuttered before closing the door and hurrying back down the stairs.

And thankfully just in time before Niklaus came in the middle of his nest with a needy cry as he pulled his mouth off of her and watched himself squirt all over her abdomen.

———————————————————————

When his heat came around a few days later he could barely comprehend anything.

He had stumbled down the stairs and out into the street searching for his alpha. Rebekah and Kol were urgently ringing Y/n after trying to chase him and bring him home.

By the time y/n found his sent he was making a nest in the middle of the woods making her eyes soften.

“Niklaus” she called softly making his head snap up “come home with me puppy, we’ll get you a really good nest” she coaxed, luring him to her house and giving him everything he needed to turn her cleared out livingroom into his new den.

The second he was done, he was out of his clothes and tearing hers off.

She pushed him down into the nest, getting on top of him and pinning his thrusting hips to the pillows beneath them “be good omega, lay still” she commanded making him freeze obediently.

………………………………………………………………………….

His back was fully arched, his head thrown back and loud moans filling the hot air as she bounced up and down him with her hands around his throat and nail marks already raked down his chest.

Their sweaty bodies slid against in a night fiery passion. Her panting making his skin even hotter as he held his hands above his head and desperately tried not to scream.

…………………………………………………………………………

He squirmed against the blankets as she stroked his thickening cock relentlessly, relishing in his cries and whined versions of her name.

She noticed his knot forming at the base of his cock as his hips thrust up to meet her hand in a frenzy and a string of incoherent pleas left his swollen lips.

………………………………………………………………………….

She had him on his hands and knees then his stomach as she thrust her strap on against his prostate and encouraged him to jerk his dick.

Smoothing her hands up his back before grabbing his curls and pulling his head back to capture his lips again while he pants into her mouth and whimpers for her to go faster

………………………………………………………………………….

Having his face hidden in his wolf stuffy while she sucks and licks his tip until his thighs are trembling and he can’t stop the tears from slipping down his cheeks nor the hoarse groans that clawed up his throat.

Poor thing can’t string together a sentence as his eyes roll back and he mindlessly begs her for more and more

………………………………………………………………………….

Klaus was on cloud nine.

Had he known being an omega would give him this much pleasure then he wouldn’t have suppressed it.

Nothing would ever compare to the pure ecstasy he felt over the course of his week long heat.

And nothing would relax him the way his aloha cleaned him up and kissed him better.

No words would make him feel better than the ones she praised him with while he struggled to keep his eyes open and she scratched his scalp gently and promised she would never leave him.

And he knew she wouldn’t. He trusted her and he knew that he would never leave her either, ever.

(I know I basically ignored the specifics in the asks…I just wanted to do it this way instead. Sorry if you were expecting something different 😃)

[au-roulette]

Happy June!

To celebrate the fact that we are now officially one month away from the start of AU Roulette, have a post detailing the 36 AUs included in this year's challenge -- or don't, if you'd rather be surprised.

This year's AUs have been curated to be intentionally broad, in the hopes that they will encourage unique takes on each prompt and the creativity of the authors participating. You are welcome to write anything that falls under the umbrella of your assigned AUs, whether it's an original universe, a fusion inspired by another fandom, or something else entirely.

(What's AU Roulette, some of you might be asking? An explanation can be found here, along with the link to sign-up!)

Without further ado -- the AU list, under a cut:

Roleswap - Maybe you want to switch two characters' places, do a class-swap for a D&D fandom, try your hand at an age-swap fic, or you have another idea.

Superhero -- Invent an original universe or do a fusion with one of the many popular big-screen superhero stories. Play it straight and give your favorite characters cool powers, or try a deconstruction of the genre. With great AUs comes great responsibility

Gothic Horror -- Castles. Ghosts. Vampires. Drama. Love that conquers Death. Take your inspiration from classic literature or a newer entry in the genre, like The Locked Tomb books. But be sure to make things spooky.

Post-Apocalypse -- Will the world end in fire or in ice? Or maybe economic collapse, war, zombies, or one of many other options? You write what happens next!

Fairy-Tale -- Pick a classic tale from the Grimms, Hans Christian Andersen, Asbjørnsen & Moe, Charles Perrault, or another favorite author to inspire your AU, try out a more modern re-telling, or use fairy-tale elements to craft your own story.

High Seas -- Including but not limited to Pirate AUs and other Age of Sail adventures. Try out something more historical, or throw in as many fantasy elements as you'd like -- or a bit of both.

Time Travel -- For fixing mistakes, making things worse, or time loops. Or maybe you want to write a fusion inspired by a piece of popular time travel media, like Doctor Who.

Western -- Another AU where writers are free to do their history research or to lean into more outlandish genre conventions. Cowboys, cowgirls, and cowpokes all welcome, of course.

Mythology -- Write a story inspired by your favorite myths and legends, from a whole host of different cultures. Or maybe you'd like to try your hand at writing some epic poetry?

Coffee Shop -- A classic everyone knows and has strong feelings about. Play it straight or add a twist, whichever suits your fancy! After all, no one said where the coffee shop has to be...

College/Academia -- Are the characters in your AU students? Professors? Weary adjuncts? Throwing hands at a conference? Some mix of the above?

Theater -- Put those characters on Broadway or cast them in a disaster of a community theater production. Or a school play! All that really matters is the show must go on.

Ghost/Cryptid Hunters -- Maybe you want to write a story starring the next Scooby-Doo crew, or maybe there really is something strange in the neighborhood. Or maybe it'll never be clear what really happened -- it's your choice!

Secret Agent -- Code words, code names, you name it. Write a story about spies, cryptographers, or any other clandestine operators. Take inspiration from history or from James Bond. Just don't spill your secrets too soon.

Detective -- Whether you're writing the world's greatest detective or someone who just can't get a clue, play up the mystery! Use a classic locale like 221B Baker Street or invent your own.

Cyberpunk -- Time to write cyborg identity crises and fight the machine (literally)! Take inspiration from classic media like Neuromancer or Blade Runner or make a totally new cyberpunk universe of your own creation.

High Fantasy -- Elves and dwarves and gnomes, oh my! This AU could encompass everything from Middle Earth to D&D AUs to your favorite high fantasy books you read over and over as a kid. Or maybe you have your own spell to weave.

Band/Musicians -- Whether you decide to make the characters in your AU famous pop stars, part of an orchestra, students at a conservatory, jamming together in their garage, or otherwise musically-inclined, have fun with it!

Reporter/Journalist -- For everything from local anchors and newspaper staff to big-league investigative reporters. Write characters who'll do anything to get a scoop or with a strong sense of justice -- it's your call!

Cosmic Horror -- You don't have to love Lovecraft to get creative with this AU. Make characters comprehend the incomprehensible, send them messages from beyond the stars, and get a little creepy.

Heist -- Will you write a story about master thieves? Vigilantes righting some wrong? What's being stolen and why? Try a Leverage AU or a caper of your own making.

Space Opera -- The genre encompassing works like The Expanse, Imperial Radch, Mass Effect, and Star Wars, brimming with galactic empires, alien species, and chivalric adventures. Write a fusion set in the universe of your favorite work in the genre, or invent a new one!

Sports/Athletics -- Pick a sport, any sport -- whether a team game like hockey, an individual one like archery, a paired one like figure skating, or something a little unconventional, like roller derby or HEMA. Then it's ready, set, write!

Historical Era -- An AU type absolutely bursting with potential, from medieval romances to 1920s Prohibition AUs, to ones inspired by historical fiction like Les Miserables. Whatever era of history strikes your fancy, you can write it.

Road Trip -- Pack your favorite characters in a car and don't forget the snacks. Or maybe the spaceship, or something else if you're feeling adventurous. Where are they headed and why? Only you know the answer!

Space Exploration -- Whether you want to write modern-day astronauts, a futuristic Star Trek AU, or something inspired by the space race, the sky isn't even the limit with this AU.

Urban Fantasy -- For all your modern-with-magic settings. Write an AU inspired by something like Teen Wolf, Artemis Fowl, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or much of Neil Gaiman's oeuvre, or invent your own world where witches and websites coexist.

Museum/Archives -- Have the characters in your AU working in the exhibits or behind the scenes, down in the collections or even as archaeologists or paleontologists. What secrets are waiting to be unearthed there?

Hospital -- A surprisingly flexible AU option -- are the characters working there, or the victims of some unfortunate accident? Or maybe it's a bit of both. Take it wherever you feel like.

Camping/Wilderness Survival -- Could be anything from a fun summer camp or camping trip to a nightmare survival scenario. Write everyone having s'mores around the campfire or something inspired by media like Yellowjackets, where they might be having... something else.

Steampunk -- A fantastic opportunity to get creative with your worldbuilding. Try your hand at some alternate history, or invent a world of airships and other flying machines of your very own.

Shapeshifter -- Can the characters in this AU turn into anything they want? Or maybe they're more limited, like selkies -- even unable to control their shapeshifting at all (can I get an "awoo" from the werewolf fans?)

Classic Literature -- An AU somewhat more dependent on fusion ideas, but still very flexible! Pick a favorite classic book or play and let it inspire your writing!

Dystopian -- Create your own awful society or let a favorite piece of media guide you, like writing a Hunger Games AU. Will the characters break the cycle, or end up trapped in it?

Renaissance Faire -- A recipe for chaos. Write a bunch or faire-goers or have the characters in your AU working at the faire! Adventures await.

Scientist/Mad Science -- Write characters as normal biologists, physicists, and chemists, the next Frankenstein, or as hapless experiments themselves!

[cerastes]

Omg Corne is a himbo!

Not quite, he's quite easy-going and, in many ways, a simple guy, but he's got his head screwed on right and makes good decisions despite sometimes bumbling about. He compliments Yato really well in this regard, since Yato is highly efficient, stoic, by the book, but not too flexible and can't handle subterfuge or social hurdles too well, which is where Corne, who has better people skills and is more flexible, jumps in. Likewise, Corne doesn't have Yato's leadership skills, tenacity, and quick-thinking abilities that help her deal with ever-evolving situations, even very complex ones.

Which is interesting! They compliment each other perfectly, which is why they work so well together, and while Yato is flexible in combat situations and a very creative thinker, Corne is the one that can maneuver tough psychological/social encounters better and avoid needless confrontation.

I think the perfect summary to how well they go together is when the ladder in the collapsing cave they had to escape broke, so Yato says "Wait, I got it! Put a bomb under your shield and get launched, I'll catch you!"

Yato literally told Corne "just rocket jump bro" and he did not question it for a second or hesitate, he simply said "bet", actually honest to god rocket (bomb) jumped and then Yato caught him in the top side like Shaggy princess carrying Scooby Doo. They tapped into some Hannah Barbera power there for a second.

[myfictionaldreams]

I know it's already november but i've been so behind and off tumblr BUTTT what do you think our little mafia!stucky trio went as for halloween 🤭🤭🤭 i think there was def some public costumes and some just to wear at home

Sorry, it's taken me a few days to answer this! I absolutely loved trying to think of answers for this, as there were so many options I could have gone with! Thank you for sending this ♥

“Please come out of the toilet; I promise the others won’t laugh. You’ll look great!” you shout through the thick bathroom door, cheeks aching from the amount you’re smiling.

A snicker echoes across the room, and you glare pointedly at the man adjusting his green shirt, hardy attempting to hold back his laugh. You were trying, which was difficult, considering you hadn’t even seen  Bucky’s costume yet. Still, even the imagination of it was enough to have you wanting to collapse to the floor and laugh until your belly hurt.

“I don’t believe you, Doll. If I come out and hear one laugh, I’m not going to this stupid Halloween party”. You try not to roll your eyes at Bucky’s dramatics, but if you were in his situation, you’d refuse to leave the house. In fact, you were shocked he had even said yes to the outfit in the first place.

Turning towards the others in the room, you pointed your finger and demanded, “No laughing at Bucky. I really want to go tonight and win this prize for best dressed, and we can’t go without Bucky, so keep yourselves contained!”

“I can hear you smiling, Mama. You’re just as bad as them”, Bucky muttered, leaning onto the other side of the door. You smack your hand over your mouth, hiding the grin and try to compose yourself.

“Please just come out; we’re going to be late!” you say, stepping away from the door and picking up your tiny orange purse that matched the shade of your wig. Approaching Steve, who had remained by the door, you straightened his scarf, which also matched the shade of your wig, as he casually leaned against the door frame, admiring your outfit.

“Right, I’m coming out there. I don’t want to hear a single noise out of anyone; otherwise, you’re fired”, Bucky jokingly threatened as he opened the bathroom door and stepped out to a flood of laughter. In your fairness, you did try to hide the laughs, but looking at the little dog collar around his neck, you were beside yourself with laughter, doubling over and holding onto Steve so you didn’t collapse to the floor. “I hate you all”, he drawled, crossing his arms so the fluffy material of his Scooby-Doo outside stretched to its limits.

“I don’t know, boss, I think you make an excellent dog, especially the tail brings out the blue of your eyes., Natasha sarcastically reasoned with him as she grabbed his tail, but Bucky was swifter to grip her wrist and pushed her away.

“You’re the first to be fired, Romanoff”, he grumbled, adjusting the hood of the onesie with Scooby-Doo’s face on.

You move away from Steve, your heels clicking along the floor as you move, which captures the attention of the grumpy man before you as he admires your Daphne costume. “I’m sorry for laughing! You just look so cute and adorable! We’re definitely going to win the competition!”

You were surprised he had even agreed to it anyway, but you’d promised a separate costume awaiting his and Steve’s return from the party, which you knew would compensate for his embarrassment. Looking around the room, everyone was dressed to perfection. Steve as Fred was the obvious choice, and you loved nothing more than seeing Steve in a tight-fitting jumper, and his little scarf was adorable.

Natasha had initially argued with you, stating she wanted to be Daphne, but you quickly reminded her that in most versions of Scooby-Doo, Fred and Daphne were a couple, so it was only fair that you got to be Daphne. Anyway, Natasha didn’t even have to wear a wig to be Velma, so this choice was easiest. Then came the argument over who was going to be Shaggy and Scooby-Doo.

Bucky initially tried to pull rank over Sam, insisting that there would be many other gangs, dangerous people and high-powered individuals at the party so they couldn’t see him in such an embarrassing costume. You reasoned with him that Sam was the obvious pick for Shaggy, with his wit and sarcasm and that Bucky was still a menacing Second leader for the Rogers mafia, no matter what he wore. Additionally, the promise of a special costume in return had Bucky reluctantly agreeing to be Scooby and Sam, therefore, could be Shaggy.

“I promise this will all be worth it”, you whisper to Bucky, flicking the gold jewel on his dog collar and necklace.

“It better be, Doll”, he smiled finally, staring at your lips before clapping his hands, “Right, everyone gets into the Mystery Machine”.

“You know Buck, you look kinda adorable with a dog collar around your neck”, Steve jokes, attempting to reach for the necklace like you had, but Bucky ducked out of the outstretched hand and then shoved lightly into Steve’s chest.

“You can’t say much - Cute scarf, by the way”. Even though Bucky had been attempting to tease Steve, this only had both men smiling, wrapping arms around each other, and walking towards the exit.

Later that night, you were stuck between multiple costumes for them, having seen at least six different options in the shop that you knew would drive Steve and Bucky mad, so in the end, you wrote all the possibilities down and let them randomly pick which one they’d prefer. The choices ranged from cheerleader, sexy nurse and fairy. They were all stereotypical sexy costumes, but they were all ideas you knew would drive the two men crazy.

Steve reached into the pot first and then Bucky, reading their own pieces of paper and grinning devilishly.

“So? Which would you both prefer?”, you asked, standing before them, having removed the Dampne heels and hair.

Steve shifted his position from where he sat at the end of the bed with Bucky, already feeling his desire swelling between his legs. “Mine says Red Riding Hood. Oh baby girl, you know I would love to be your big bad wolf and chase you through the woods”.

You tried to ignore the pulse that bloomed in your core as you looked to Bucky with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to talk. “Mine is Professor and Student”.

Stepping closer to Bucky, you plucked the piece of paper from his hand and then the same with Steves. “We can do one tonight and another tomorrow. Here’s the thing with the one you picked, Bucky. I’d like it if I were your professor and you were both my naughty students; how does that sound?”

Bucky’s mouth dropped open like he would say something, but no words came out, so he silently nodded. “Good! I’ll go and get changed, and both of you just wait here”.

[laughableomen]

Episode Breakdown: Spock and Kirk give a Scooby Doo chase to a living ball of mush. OH MUMMY!

Memorable moment: panicked Spock when Kirk’s tunnel collapses “Captain! CAPTAIN! JIM!”

Bonus points: Science nerd Spock❤️

Bones once again walks into the shit show that is Jim and Spock

Spirk moment count: 8 (this was just constant flirting there is nothing more to say) -

P.s. jealous Jim of the mush having the hots for Spock 🖖

(Season 1 episode 26)

[cosplayinamerica]

Susumu Kodai from Space Battleship Yamato Cosplayer: @the.yamato.boy Photo : @m_padron15

Funny enough at anime cons, not a lot of people recognize it as the Space Battleship Yamato, they usually just get hyped over seeing a massive ship at a con or war buffs notice the resemblance. Only a couple of people have recognized it. The ones that do though go nuts. The fanbase is fiercely loyal and even at Katsucon, the official Hotel Liason let me store the Yamato in his executive suite! Alas sadly barely anyone in my age group knows what Space Battleship Yamato is.

C2E2 was the first time I ever brought Yamato to a regular comic convention. The amount of people that recognized it there was actually comical. The cherry on top was that most people recognized it as the Argo or Intrepido.

What I'm most appreciative is that it's a way to bond the current generation of anime fans with the old and offers an opportunity to explore anime history.

Yamato started out as a binding point with my dad and I. He’s always been there for me but was a mystery at the same time. When I was like 2-3~ish my family still had an old Quasar TV with a built in VHS tape player. This was the kind of TV where you could feel your eyeballs melting out from the TV static. Anyway we had a singular VHS tape of Star Blazers- specifically the episodes where Argo uses the asteroid ring and then says goodbye to your families. As a certified Scooby-Doo fan, seeing #1 a cartoon with actual camera angles and cinema techniques was mind blowing to me and really stuck out, #2 there was a journey. The episodic countdown made me so mad because I knew I was only watching a piece of something bigger. My dad realized this and for my 5th birthday he bought me a full DVD set of all the episodes from Season 1. Afterward I drew little Yamato’s everywhere.

Eventually the spark that was Star Blazers would erupt into a burning flame that has become my love for Yamato. A couple of years ago my Grandpa was fighting with terminal lung cancer. We lived in America and he lived in South Korea so commute was tough and I didn’t get to see him all the time. During this time I was also getting bullied a lot and my mom thought it’d be good if I finished my elementary school years in Korea with my cousins so we moved there for a bit. I was a total fish out of water but a lot of my friends built Gunpla. I had no idea what a gundam was so I decided to research and went to Gundam Base Side 3 which is in Downtown Daegu. Remember the remake just came out at this time so there was a huge display dedicated to Yamato 2199. I really wanted a Yamato and had a meltdown in the store, like a full tantrum. I remember coming back to my apartment with my mom and just thinking non stop about it.

The week following, my grandpa took me instead and I’m guessing my mom told me how badly I wanted it because he got me not only a 1/1000 Yamato 2199 kit, but also the Garmilus 3 ship model pack. I was absolutely overjoyed and would not stop playing with that. The kit was later destroyed after a smaller big shelf collapse. He also died about a year afterward. It serves as a core memory and a reminder of him. As I shifted more into model building I dived more into gunpla until I was about 15. Highschool sucked. A lot.

The transition into being a freshman took a lot on my mental health. I got assaulted and the stress of everything caved in and I tried to take my own life. It’s a lot to Unpack and I’m not super comfortable talking about it, but it’s nessacary because of what happened.

Basically I got sent to outpatient which is like full time therapy sessions but school length. As cliche as it sounds, I brought a small Yamato with me. In order for it to fit comfortably in my pocket I froze super glue all over the fins and sharp bits so I would stab myself in the thigh on accident, iykyk. 

One of the things they told us in outpatient as a coping mechanism was that if we ever felt as bad as we did previously, think about the small things, and try on focus things that we would want to stay for. Well oh boy let me tell you, Yamato 2202 was coming out at this time and because of the format they were doing the movie part releases so 4 episodes every 4 months I think and I kept convincing myself that if I was gone, I would not see the end. 

The ending of 2202 not only brought around the end of that purpose but also wholly changed my outlook on my life. “The planets only stay in their places, only we have the power to give them beauty.” – Teresa of Telezart 

To say the ship had an impact on my life is an understatement. It was a reason to live at one point. On March 2nd/3rd when the announcement of Matsumoto’s passing came out I was absolutely devasted. I didn’t eat or sleep the following couple of days.

not a lot of people still know Yamato so in order to make conversation with other anime fans I picked up other shows but Yamato largely was my heart and soul. Matsumoto’s passing was what urged me to finally start. I wanted to build something that would not only bring me closer to Matsumoto but would hopefully give Yamato what it had given me- another life- sort of- maybe a little too dramatic, interpret that as you do idk. 

I want more people to watch Yamato and understand its message. We live in a day and age of constant bickering and isolation. We are all cogs in an economic machine. While we get blinded by work and debate, Yamato exists to teach people that it’s important to have dreams, to chase love and that maybe we can break out of our predicament – To truly know that you’re not alone is the meaning of Love, and that we must meet the challenge and the impossible will become possible – And finally, there is no one right-way to live – are all things that Yamato teaches.

[jadeazora]

Roy making this Scooby-Doo-style giant stacked sandwich only for it to promptly collapse as soon as he puts on the last piece of bread :”D

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Former pet care industry worker here, you're right about the bird thing. Oh my Gods you're right. This is honestly a big problem in general when it comes to moral panic in the pet care industry, some information gets passed around without nuance and all of the sudden people are making major decisions that actually negatively affect the healthcare of their animals without considering the care that their individual pet needs.

When I worked at a petstore, bird owners were always the most defensive and self immolating about their animal husbandry, no matter how good it was. It was like they always had to tell me how well cared for their bird, like I'd judge them if they didn't prove they were an amazing bird owner.

Someone would always inherit a large parrot, give it the best care possible and then lament to me- "I feel bad he's not in the Amazon, I wouldn't have bought him, I don't think keeping him is right"

And like bestie your bird would not feel at home there, you've already told me all about how he loves when you put on Scooby Doo and sing the song with him, he's at home nowhere else. In the picture you showed me, his feathers look great, his eyes are bright and clear. Enjoy the life you have with him! If he's happy and healthy it doesn't matter!

I must have had a tons of different versions of that chat with parrot owners it's crazy.

THANK YOU

The moral panic about parrot ownership is DAMAGING and it needs to mcfucking STOP

I try to not talk about my birds like this because I KNOW they are happier with me than they would ever be in the wild.

This is Ellie. She was abandoned by her first owners and was left on the streets of Milwaukee for months, before being found and brought to a shelter, before we could bring her home. She went from constantly chewing on her feathers and feet and being anxious all the time and biting everything, to slowly trusting us and our surroundings. Now she has the healthiest, softest feathers; the most brilliant and curious mind; and just a wonderful enthusiasm that infects everyone who meets her with happiness.

Can you really tell me that bird would be better in South America, away from her flock (me, my spouse, our other birds)?

You can't.

Yes, there are many people who don't treat birds seriously and see them as barely alive, and they should not have parrots.

But that doesn't mean no one should. And that rhetoric - that no one should - needs to stop, before shelters around the world just collapse under their own weight.

Anyways, I get to go home from work now. Can't wait to see my five tiny dinosaurs

[rokishimizu4]

Jason’s no good, very bad night

I don’t own anything but my symbiotic! Reader and their gang, and the story idea. Warning: feral behavior from reader, blood, implying men doing drugs, vomiting, and such.

@xe-idiotic-dragon: Here you go!!!

Frank and Carlos are not impressed with a couple of men begging for their lives, as it happens every time some dumbasses think that they can try to coming into Hood’s territory.

However, what did impress them was the fact that the men ran for their lives, suffering from major blood loss, before Frank could call up Hood.

Took one look behind them and froze in fear as something made from the black and purple ooze slowly crawls its way up the alleyway walls, pulsing like it had a heart.

To the two men’s continued horror, the mass begins to make crying sounds and gagging, like a child choking on something.

Frank, a father of two teenage boys and a baby girl, recognizes the sound of that of an actual human choking and rushes forwards, just as the mass collapse on itself, leaving behind a small humanoid figure.

(I’m a small adult so I’m making reader small) The figure tries to take a breath but struggles as if something was caught in its throat. The two men panic and rushes the figure to the hideout, screaming for Hood.

Red Hood (Jason) just begins a phone call to Red Robin (Tim) to check up on him when his two best men rushes in screaming about an alien goop child choking.

Cue the weirdest big brother instinct ever! Tood hangs up the phone and rushes towards the ‘kid’ choking, only to have to back away as the things starts throwing up half-digested brain pieces, along with liquid powered stuff.

The men are terrified but the figure keeps crying and throwing up and they all are trying to figure out what to do.

Finally Jason texts Grandpa Alfred, who took care of him when he was sick, while Frank and Carlos holds the figure away from the mess of brains, and what suspiciously looks like powered meth.

After hours of the figure throwing up everything, it settles down into a sniffling oozing mess of slime, oil, and bile.

Jason gets a called from Grandpa Alfred (Grandpas to save the day) and orders his men (the ones who came in at the wrong time to get to see the mess) to get warm water, a cup of watered down grape juice and a warm rag.

Cue Scooby-doo level of running as Frank and Carlos gently lay the figure on a blanket and let their boss do the work.

”Shit, the fuck did this kid eat? Methheads?” One of the men tries to joke, but it does not get anyone laughing.

Soon, somehow, the mess is cleaned up and the figure gets some water and juice down, and it thankfully stays down.

”Hey kiddo, I don’t know what the heck you are, but you’ll be fine. I got the best men on the job to take care of you.”

Hood’s men have seen him with kids and adults alike, and thank whatever deity they pray to that no one could survive without a brain, cause even with the helmet on, Hood was pissed.

Cue a few hours later of the figure getting a few more sips down and a chocolate bar, and Hood sends out a few men to find what was left of the figure’s ‘meal’.

The men return, only to see that everyone had somehow fallen asleep, an odd comforting scent of roasted S’mores, and a note laid on Hood’s chest thanking him for his help.

The next night, all the men received S’mores, homemade not store bought, and a long note thanking them for taking care of someone named ‘Void Sleeper’, who they figured was the figure covered in slime/oil/whatever, and the location of the wannabe drug dealer ring in Gotham.

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The Ground Collapsing (this is a redraw of a frame from Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost.)

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Scooby-sidious

Sunday, October 29, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: You and Dalton watch Scooby-Doo and find yourselves in the episode, offering to help solve the mystery.

Warnings: spoilers for Scooby-Doo, Where are You? episode "Spooky Space Kook" (1x15), fluff, slight jealousy, brief mentions of the events of The Red Door (2023). 2.6k+ words

A/N: This is inspired by my love of Scooby-Doo, and the Supernatural crossover episode "Scoobynatural" (13x16)! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! Happy Halloweekend! :)

You’ve been begging Dalton to watch Scooby-Doo with you for weeks. It’s a Halloween must, but he keeps telling you he’ll do it later.

“It’s Scoob-tober, Dalton!” you exclaim as you collapse onto the bed.

He stares at you before shaking his head and dropping his shoulders. “Fine. Which episode are we watching?” he asks as he sits beside you, tossing an arm over your shoulders.

You squeal excitedly and grab the remote before leaning against his chest and answering, “Spooky Space Kook, A Night of Fright is No Delight, or Mine Your Own Business. Those episodes have the best villains, but you have to pick.”

Dalton looks down at you with furrowed brows as he asks, “Umm, Space Kook?”

“Excellent choice,” you say, nodding as you find the episode and press play.

As you settle into Dalton’s side, your head resting above his heart, he’s glad you convinced him. Even if he watches you instead of Scooby-Doo.

Just after the Space Kook lands the first time, red sparks light across the screen.

You lean forward as Dalton says, “Please tell me you see those too.”

Before you can answer, the TV turns off, and you fall to the ground.

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You hit the ground with a painful thud and turn to check on Dalton, shocked to see him in cartoon form before a cartoon background.

“Dalton, you’re a cartoon,” you say nervously, standing and wiping the dirt from your pants.

“You’re a cartoon,” Dalton parrots as he points at you.

“What just happened?”

“We were watching the show and then those sparks showed up,” Dalton answers.

“The red sparks. Do you think this is a Further thing?”

“No, we closed the door.”

A car sputters somewhere behind you, and you stop speaking, turning to follow Dalton’s hand as he points to a farmhouse in the distance.

You gasp as you see the source of the sputtering noise, hitting Dalton’s shoulder as you squeal, “That’s the Mystery Machine! We’re not just cartoons, we’re in Scooby-Doo!”

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You and Dalton approach the farmhouse from the same direction as Mystery Inc., listening to their conversation as you wait beside a tree, invisible to Scooby and the gang.

“Like, nobody home,” Shaggy says after their knock goes unanswered.

You point to the side of the porch just before the farmer appears with a shotgun and bellows, “Get off of my property! I’m sick of you reporters pestering me night and day! Now, get!”

Dalton pushes you slightly behind him as you watch the ordeal from the yard.

“Reporters? We’re not reporters,” Fred responds.

“No, uh-huh,” Scooby agrees.

“We just want to buy some gasoline,” Daphne says.

“Gas, huh? I don’t believe you. Now, get on out of here, the lot of you!” the farmer yells. “You two in the yard, too!”

Dalton steps back, pushing you with him. Your eyes are still on the gang as Fred glances over to see who the farmer is talking to. His eyes catch yours, and he smiles before turning to the farmer as Velma speaks.

“Excuse me, sir, but why would reporters want to bother you?” she asks.

“They’ve been running me ragged ever since it showed up.”

“It? What’s it?” Fred adds.

“A ghostly craft from another world moving across the sky like an evil spirit.”

Dalton tenses, and you raise your hand to press between his shoulder blades. It’s your silent way of reminding him that you’re with him and he’s not alone.

“Evil spirit?” Scooby repeats before swallowing harshly.

“You mean, like a haunted flying saucer?” Daphne questions.

“Right, but that’s not all. Something’s been creeping ‘round here ever since it showed up.”

“Then it must’ve just crept by,” Velma announces, “Look over there!”

She points to the footprints, which go right behind you and Dalton. Dalton looks at the tracks and then back to you.

“We need to get out of here,” Dalton whispers harshly.

“Footprints,” Fred says.

“Zoinks!” Shaggy exclaims.

Your eyes widen, and you tap Dalton’s back excitedly at the firsthand experience of hearing Shaggy say, ‘Zoinks.’

“I’ve never seen footprints like those before,” Daphne says.

“Neither have I,” Dalton agrees.

 “They’re boots dipped in phosphorous,” you tell him.

Dalton turns to look at you with raised brows, and you shrug and say, “What? I love this episode.”

“I see ‘em all the time,” the farmer informs.

“They sure are strange-shaped tracks,” Velma says, leaning over to inspect them.

“Let’s us make tracks the other way,” Shaggy implores.

“He gets it; let’s listen to Shaggy,” Dalton mutters to himself.

“I’m with you!” Scooby agrees.

“Hold it!” Fred demands as the footprints fade. “They’re gone!”

“Hmm,” Velma begins, “Ghostly flying objects, strange tracks that glow in the dark…”

“And something creepy creeping around in the night,” Daphne finishes.

Dalton cocks his head as he watches Scooby get his tail bitten by a chicken before jumping toward Shaggy. Scooby overshoots his goal and lands in Dalton’s arm as he exclaims, “He rot me! He rot me! Oh, help, he rot me!”

Shaggy walks over to Scooby and Dalton, and he says, “Aw, you big chicken. It was only a chicken. Get down.”

Shaggy pushes Scooby from Dalton’s arms, and Dalton sighs with relief. Scooby chuckles as he hits the ground, and you kneel to pat his head as you listen to Fred.

“Well, those footprints weren’t made by a chicken. It looks like we’ve found ourselves a mystery,” he announces.

“Um, excuse me,” you call as you stand, laying your hand on Scooby’s head. “I’m a huge fan of Mystery Inc., and this is Dalton. We have some experiences with creatures like this. Any chance we could help solve this one?”

“Sure!” Fred agrees. “Sounds swell.”

You silently cheer and stick your hand into your pocket, surprised to see a Scooby Snack in your hand when you pull it out.

“Scooby,” you whisper, passing it to him as you and Dalton walk to the Mystery Machine.

“Mmm, rank rou,” Scooby says as he licks his lips.

Fred says your name, and when you look up, he smiles and asks, “Want to sit in the front with me?”

Dalton’s jaw clenches beside you as he waits for you to answer.

“I can sit in the back with Dalton and Scooby,” you respond. “But thanks!”

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“Sure was nice of the farmer to give us some gas,” Daphne says as Fred drives down the road.

“Yeah, now we can go look for that ghost craft,” Fred agrees before a high-pitched pulsing cuts him off.

“Well, we don’t have to look any further. There it is,” Velma points out.

“Zoinks! What a creepy-looking crate,” Shaggy yells.

“We’re in luck. It landed behind that hill,” Fred says, turning to follow it.

“Yeah, we’re in luck, and, like, it’s all bad,” Shaggy adds.

Dalton looks at you over Scooby’s head and nods his agreement.

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“It looked like it landed somewhere around here,” Velma says as everyone exits the van.

“What is this place, anyway?” Daphne asks.

“Looks like an abandoned airfield. Hasn’t been used in years,” Dalton answers.

Fred agrees with Dalton before smiling at you, causing Dalton to step closer to you.

“I’m for abandoning it, too. It’s, like, got the creeps!” Shaggy adds.

“Uh-oh!” Daphne calls. “Do you guys see what I see?”

“It’s those spooky glowing tracks again,” Shaggy says.

“Oh, no!” Scooby exclaims, jumping behind Shaggy’s legs.

“It’s our first clue, let’s follow them,” Fred says before walking alongside the footprints.

“Let’s don’t and say we did,” Shaggy suggests.

“But the gate’s locked. How will we get in?” Daphne points out.

The gate opens on its own, and Dalton turns to roll his eyes at you before flinching and smiling when you elbow him in the ribs.

“This is awesome,” you whisper as you step closer to him when Scooby jumps between you and Shaggy.

“Ghosts!” Scooby yells.

“You mean wind. The gate wasn’t locked. Come on!” Fred says.

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Fred calls you over and asks you to help him follow the tracks. Dalton stays right beside you as everyone heads toward a shed. The prints vanish into the shed, and Scooby jumps up to look in the window, surprised to see himself.

“What’s in there?” someone asks.

“Scooby!” Scooby answers.

Fred steps closer to you as you look into the window beside Scooby.

“It’s his reflection,” you say as you stand up.

“Window’s dirty,” Scooby adds.

As you step away from the window, you hear a humming sound from the other side of the door. Daphne asks what the sound is, and Fred expresses his confusion about how to get inside.

“May I?” Dalton asks before kicking the door and opening it.

“Wow!” Daphne expresses, grabbing Dalton’s bicep as she walks by, “You’re so strong, Dalton!”

Dalton looks at you, and you smile before asking, “We’re even?”

“Not even close,” he whispers as you walk in front of him.

You stop when you reach the generator, and Dalton’s hands land on your waist as he waits behind you.

“It’s the generator,” you announce, pointing to the device.

“Why would an abandoned airfield need a generator?” Daphne asks.

“And, like, why is it on?” Shaggy adds.

You turn your head at a strange sound and see the spaceship land in the field. Dalton turns to and alerts the gang.

“Let’s split up, gang, and find this space creature!” Fred commands. He invites you to come with him and Velma, but Dalton’s hand on your lower back feels like a better invitation.

“I think Dalton and I should go alone, we can cover more ground that way,” you suggest.

Fred agrees, and everyone goes their separate ways to find the Space Kook.

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“Do you know what’s happening right now?” you ask Dalton as you walk toward the radio tower.

“Fred is developing more of a crush on you?” Dalton suggests.

You bump your shoulder against him and laugh. “No, Fred just got stuck in a hoist, Scooby and Shaggy got caught up in sheets and think the other is a ghost.”

“You really do love this show.”

“Yeah. We do you think I tried so hard to get you to watch it with me?”

Dalton stops, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to make you stop. 

“I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t want to watch it with you. I- just- I was trying not to spend time with you because I didn’t want to have to walk away if you didn’t feel the same way.”

You twist your hand to hold Dalton’s and step closer as you brush some of his hair out of his eyes.

“I do feel the same way, if it’s the way that makes you want to spend time with me.”

Dalton raises his hand to your neck, pulling you against his chest and tilting your chin toward his.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers.

“While I’m a cartoon?”

“You’re a very pretty cartoon.”

You shake your head and hear Scooby yell. Smiling at Dalton, you keep your hand in his and gesture with your head to where the gang is meeting.

“You still missed the entire episode,” you point out as you turn the last corner and see Scooby and Mystery Inc.

“We can watch it as many times as you want when we get back,” Dalton says.

“Will you actually watch it or just try to kiss me?”

Dalton simply looks at you as you join the group. Mystery Inc. expresses that no one found any clues.

“It seems to me that this ghost is using this airfield for something else besides haunting,” Velma says.

“Gas,” Scooby announces, pointing to the exhaust pipe of an old Jeep with flat tires.

Dalton looks under the car with Fred, telling the girls about the extra set of usable wheels. As they stand, the car drives away, and an entire army of Space Kooks appears. Scooby and Shaggy retreat to the radio tower as Fred, Velma, and Daphne run the other way.

Shaggy uses the radio speakers to call the gang to the tower, expressing that he found something, but you remain still.

“Should we go?” Dalton asks.

You shake your head and answer, “Space Kook beats them there and Shag and Scoob parachute down. We’ll wait for the sheriff.”

Dalton wraps an arm around your shoulders, content to wait with you. When Scooby returns, you give him more Scooby Snacks and kneel to pet him.

“How did you know to come, Sheriff?” Velma asks.

“I called. I saw your van was still here and got worried,” the farmer answers as he approaches.

Space Kook appears behind you, and when he sees the sheriff, he runs into a building labeled ‘Research Lab.’ Fred is waiting by a panel and presses a button after Space Kook runs by, turning on the wind tunnel. As the wind picks up, the helmet comes off, and the phosphorous on his boots illuminates.

“Well, I don’t believe it,” the farmer exclaims. “It’s Henry Bascomb, my next door neighbor.”

“But what about those weird noises and the flying thing?” Daphne asks.

“C’mon, I’ll show you!” Shaggy announces before leading them to the radio tower.

“It was a very clever plan. Here’s our ghost craft,” Fred says before turning on a projector.

“But what about those odd voices?” Daphne asks.

“It was just a speeded-up soundtrack…” Fred begins.

“Played over the loudspeaker,” Shaggy finishes.

“But we did see a whole bunch of those creepies over by the motor pool,” Daphne points out.

“Stuffed dummies, if I had to bet,” Dalton suggests.

“And I’d bet that crazy jeep was run by remote control!” Shaggy agrees.

“The last remaining puzzle in my mind is ‘why?’” Fred says.

“I can answer that. This Bascomb fella got wind that the Air Force was planning to open the field again and would be needing more land for jets,” the sheriff explains.

“Aha! So that’s it! He wanted to scare us off so he could pick up the land cheap,” the farmer concludes.

“And I’d have done it, too, if you kids hadn’t come along,” Bascomb yells.

“Weren’t you kids scared like the rest of us?” the farmer asks.

“Oh, no. Solving mysteries is our hobby. It takes a lot to scare us,” Shaggy answers.

Fred turns on the Space Kook laugh soundtrack, causing Scooby to jump into Shaggy’s arms and Shaggy to jump into Dalton’s.

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“So, where are you going now? We’re on the hunt for another mystery if you’d like to come,” Fred offers as Daphne talks to Dalton.

You look at Dalton and smile. “We have to get home. Thank you so much, Fred, this was a dream come true. Working with you was everything I dreamed of.”

“No problem,” he says, hugging you. “It would be an honor to have you back sometime.”

You smile, and he climbs into the Mystery Machine, followed by Velma and Daphne, who wave at you while Dalton returns to your side. Scooby stops before you, and you kneel, petting him as you feed him Scooby Snacks.

“Can I have a hug, Scooby?” you ask, smiling as he indulges you and lets you hug him.

“Like, thanks for everything,” Shaggy says before opening the door for Scooby. “See ya around!”

You watch the Mystery Machine drive away and turn back to Dalton. He pulls you into a hug and brushes his hand over your hair.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his chest.

“Of course. Now let’s get home so I can kiss real you.”

“Scooby Dooby Doooooo,” you howl. 

When your voice fades, you look expectantly at Dalton. He sighs before copying you, and everything fades to black.

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You open your eyes and find yourself on the couch, wrapped in Dalton’s arms again.

“Start the episode over,” Dalton says, slipping his hands onto your cheeks.

“We’re not going to watch it, are we?” you ask as you press play again.

“Does Scooby-Doo like Scooby Snacks?” Dalton responds, smiling against your lips as he kisses you.