#vampire bats and scaredy cats

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[scoobydooservicedog]

“Scooby!” shouts Fred. “You and scooby dum bring the coffin!” And the two dogs do so, following the command “bring” followed by the name of the object.

From S1E18 of the Scooby doo show

[paperbackribs]

for the 'Eddie freaks out over How to Survive a Werewolf Attack' post and those who missed the upload on Ao3, this is the second part of the chapter from Steve's POV, with a little protective stobin to delight

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Steve leaves the pulse of the woods behind him as he emerges from the trees that abut his backyard. He’d smelled Robin long before shifting back into his human form, the sharp mint of her shampoo mixing alongside the sweet earthiness that he now attributes to family. Never having had one, he nevertheless knows that the combination will always mean sister.

Circling the pool, its night lights cast an uncanny, rippling blue across the surface, he heads to where she sits under the warm yellow lights, propped on her elbows against the wrought-iron patio table. In her cupped hands rests a book with an overflowing tree protectively sheltering a dog and her pups, Woman and Nature carefully inscribed above them.

She stirs as he approaches, inserting a receipt between the pages to save her place and resting it beside her. Looking into her concerned eyes, Steve grimaces. “Well, that went well,” he says lightly, feeling the need to inject some humour into the memory or he may be tempted to dwell on the ache that wants to rise instead.

Robin’s face softens and he knows that she can feel his hurt even without him saying it. They’re so connected sometimes that he wonders if his wolf forged something with her when they’d sat there, bound and interrogated by Russians, only able to depend on each other. “He was a little freaked out from the unexpected is all and he just needs to get used to the idea before…”

She trails off and Steve finishes her sentence, “Before he can be in the same room as me? Robs, the guy practically had a panic attack on my mother’s Giorgetti rug. I could smell his fear: he was terrified that I was going to eat him or something.”

Robin’s lips firm as she drums her fingers over the book cover, “Yeah, well, that’s his problem. After you left, we gave him the rundown; that you’re just a normal wolf—”

Steve snorts: there’s nothing normal about his transformations at all, but Robin ignores him to continue, “—and hopefully if he’s affected by the bites then it’ll turn him into a normal bat too.”

“And how’d he take that?” Steve asks curiously.

“Oh, another meltdown,” Robin says blithely, “He’s now convinced that he’s going to turn into Bela Lugosi and will be prowling the night for his victims before we know it.” Steve laughs despite himself, already able to imagine Eddie making exaggerated gestures in the middle of the group.

“Did he hiss like a vampire?”

“Nah, but he did do that thing, you know with the cape?” She shields half her face with her forearm as if hiding menacingly behind it. Fond amusement fills Steve, as if often does when faced with Eddie’s dramatics only for it to quickly drain away at the reminder of how drastically he had taken Steve’s shift.

Robin notes his change of mood and scowls at an absent Eddie. “Scaredy-cat,” she mutters darkly, “Should have called him a scaredy-bat to his face.”

Steve chuckles and leans forward to gently tug on a lock of her blonde hair, “And then give him my nail bat…”

“So, he’d be a scaredy-bat with a nail bat that lost his bat-le shield.”

Steve waggles his hand in a so-so motion, “Could use some work.”

“Oh, screw you, buddy, I did all the work,” Robin’s eyes dance with humour even as she pokes him with a sharp finger at his ribs. Steve squirms away, “I gave you the nail bat!” He mock protests before the image of Eddie’s wide and terrified eyes crosses his mind again. He sighs, “Do you think I should avoid him for a while? Let him get used to the idea before springing myself on him again?”

Robin leans back with a too wide smile, its awkwardness immediately transparent. “What?” Steve asks suspiciously.

Her brow furrows in an apology that gives lie to the smile, “We’re meeting back here tomorrow. El thinks that she might be able to lead him through a change if he’s got it in him, and we all thought it better to get the potential of it all out of the way before Eddie devolves into one big puddle of fear.”

Rubbing the bridge of his forehead, Steve sighs, “So, not only is he freaked out by the sight of me but I’m going to see him in the next twenty-four hours.”

Robin looks at her bulky men’s watch with a grimace, “More like twelve. We figured that we should get it over sooner or later, and this way he can work out whether he wants to freak out over being a bat or a vampire.”

“Or neither,” Steve points out.

She shrugs, “It seems unlikely, right? Correlation doesn’t equal causation, and you may be the outlier, the one cool weirdo out there.”

“Thank you,” he says dryly even though he does appreciate her positive spin on his furry little situation.

It had been months after the events over Halloween, when he’d been bitten by a demo-dog, that he’d started to notice the first few small changes. At first, he’d been convinced that it was the world that had transformed: smells becoming deeper, sights becoming sharper, but after one night where he had been panicked to find that his feet were no longer so far away, and suspiciously clawed, that he’d come to the realisation that it was his senses that had evolved, not the sun or the trees or the perfume of his history teacher.

The kids, while excited, had been very little help, but their encouragement had made him feel less alone. He took Dustin’s attempt to turn him into a science experiment in stride and as an extension of the little butthead’s support. But it was when Robin had been brought into the Upside Down fold that he’d felt truly embraced.

Surprisingly, rather than turning to books and research, she’d listened to him instead. Asked Steve what he wanted to be called when he was turned and let him talk about the oddities and freedoms he’d found in this new version of himself.

Steve had already known that the wolf would be a part of him forever, but Robin’s role in his life had cemented that feeling into a bone-deep acceptance, an understanding that he wasn’t weird or wrong for his new transformation, but that it was simply another part of Steve. Or Furry Steve as Robin would gently tease him.

“Are you staying over?” He asks now, watching her smother a yawn and nod in agreement.

He stands, waiting until she walks through the door before flipping the light switch off, the flurry of moths above flutter in confusion at the sudden darkness. “We can practise some more on the way home tomorrow if you like.”

Robin had gained her license a month ago, but with no car to drive Steve was building her confidence by having her drive his. She often teased that their love was a true one since she’s the only one allowed to touch the bimmer.

Wrapping an arm around his waist, they walk through the kitchen and head to his bedroom in unspoken agreement. “That’d be great. Do you want to wolf-out or be on your side of the bed,” she counters sleepily, leaving her book on the counter as they pass.

He hums, thinking. Months ago, after they’d worked out that the Upside Down nightmares were better handled when they knew the other one was in the room, Robin had struggled with having Steve in her bed.

It’s not that he wasn’t welcome, she’d reassured him, or wanted, she’d said with a haunted expression, clearly thinking of having woken up silently screaming not moments before. But having his skin touch hers made her irritable in a way that she had no explanation for. Fur, however, was fine.

Since then, if Steve needed cuddles he was allowed to wolf-out, as they decided to call it. Once transformed, Robin had no problem with Steve’s fur covering her skin; rather, she quite liked the partial weight of his body.

He thinks that tonight he’d like the reassurance that there is one person who is not only unafraid of him but likes the differences that make him not-quite-human.

“Wolf-out,” he responds, letting go and allowing the wolf to unfold. The sweet musk of the kids sharpens, even with them having departed hours ago, as does the appealingly darker scent of Eddie, although it is bitterer than it normally is as if his fear had saturated the small space.

His tail drops sadly at the reminder, but Robin distracts him with scritches behind the ear before leading their way up the stairs to his bedroom. Steve pads behind, happy to have a friend in Robin and determinedly putting Eddie out of his mind for the rest of the night.

If you enjoyed any of this drop me a comment over at Ao3, it'd make my day! (fic now titled Swift Wings and a Brave Heart)

[fitsofgloom]

Vampire Bats & Scaredy Cats

[carnivorousyandeere]

The Vampire Yan that sneaks into your room at night… don’t need to make them an OC but also I do. Like Dracula, they can turn into a bat, a dog, a wolf, or even transform into a mist— although they usually only turn into a mist when they get startled or embarrassed. Kind of funny to see them be such a scaredy-cat, when they’re usually the deadliest thing around….

[love-scary-things]

Things that scared the shit out of me but I still love 1.

spoiler warnings even though this is an old episode

Se.2 episode 2 scooby doo show: Vampire bats and scaredy cats

First of all I love this episode but I have a feeling if the rating was at least Pg-13 it would have been much more frightening especially with the rough cut in mind

The vampire is terrifying but genuinely one of the more well thought out villians of this franchise but seriously look at this face and tell me that's not the face that haunts nightmares

The premise alone is one that should instill fear, being on an island that only has one way off, vampires rumored to live there, a very empty looking hotel, the idea a father figure would condemn his surrogate child to be taken to a mental institution and during the 70s no less

Then there's the cut bits in the rough cut including that Shaggy screams for help and the gang seeing Gramps the vamp, He stares out in the rough cut almost like he's staring at the audience, you hear him calling for lisa in the vent

The phone scene doesn't even help either because of ......this

As soon as Lisa puts down the phone she turns into a vampire

She tries to attack the scoobies and shaggy and they only barely get away only to run into you guessed it Old Fang face

Now I'm going to go on a little tangent because Leon claimed that Gramps was a vampire in the first place and the photo while it was fake you have to wonder how he got it

The girl in the photo looks remarkably similar to Lisa herself sometimes you have to wonder...who is she

I have two theories but one of them is not as bad but still pretty screwed up

One this girl could have been Lisa's aunt whom disappeared because while she wasn't mentioned it could have happened and he killed her

Two she was Lisa's mom. Either way it feels like Leon has used this disguise before and made people disappear

I remind you bodies do not always turn up in places like where they live so there's no way of knowing if Leon actually staged "accidents" or did something but this is only a theory

Joe goes over on YouTube has a better way of saying it than I do so I can't say all of this was on my own in terms of what could have happened, he's a great YouTuber

It could have been worse still if leon paid his employees to act as people "turned" by the vampire

Over all this episode remains one of the ones that actually gave me nightmares for years and yet I still love it

Thank you for reading

[dustberry-dragon]

Alrighty, this big Halloween batch of adopts is finally up :)

Sorry it’s a day late, had a few issues uploading these guys, lol

Design names:

Eldritch mantis: 30 USD

Build the Basilisk: 30 USD

midnight city: 20 USD

tiny pumpkin: 12 USD

the snake itself eats: 12 USD

vampire bat: 7 USD

little moff: 6 USD

night of the full moon: 6 USD

a parasite needs a host: 7 USD

scaredy cat: 6 USD

[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 4: There’s a very logical explanation for all this

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“Why the hell are you guys sleeping together?” Daphne hissed. Light had just begun seeping through Velma’s bedroom windows. It was 6am at the latest. Velma stirred slightly and Shaggy’s eyes slowly opened. Scooby was still dead asleep between them, snoring. “Is there something... going... on?” Daphne’s eyebrow raised. 

“Like, no, Daph. Did you forget I’m a scaredy cat? On what planet would I sleep alone in a big, unfamiliar -” he yawned “house in, like, the future. Are you crazy?” 

Without opening her eyes, Velma said, “There’s more going on between Shaggy and a chocolate sardine sandwich than there is between the two of us. Why are you in here so early?”

“I wanted all of us to talk without Tim around. That guy gives me the creeps. Can you come down to Fred’s room?” 

They gently roused Scooby and rolled out of bed. Velma grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and they padded after Daphne, as quietly as possible. Fred was in a hospital bed, an IV still in his arm, but overall looked much better than when they had seen him at Coolsville Memorial. 

Daphne placed a hand on his forehead. “Fred, honey. Wake up.” 

Fred snorted and woke up with a start. “Hey, babe -- uh, everyone.”

“Like, up ‘n’ at ‘em, big guy,” Shaggy said. 

“Are you up for a little early morning mystery solving?” Velma asked. 

Fred carefully pulled himself into a sitting position with Daphne’s help. His attempt to put on a brave face was semi-successful at best. “Of course, Gang. You know me, I’m up for some good ol’ fashioned mystery-solving any day, any time. What do we have?”

Fred’s room was set up to support trap planning, which fortunately included a wall-sized white board opposite the bed. Velma rolled up her pajama sleeves, tossed an Expo marker to Shaggy and Daphne, and divided the board into 5 sections. “I want to know who remembers what and see if there are common themes.” 

“Sounds like a good place to start,” Fred said. “I remember entering the witch’s cabin and, during the struggle with her, there was a blinding light. Purple maybe? Blue? I’m not really sure.”

Velma jotted down the date of the encounter with the witch and Fred’s account. 

Daphne approached the board, notating similar details, and followed it up with, “I agree with what Freddie said, but I saw she had something in her hand.” 

“Nothing to add here,” Shaggy said.

“Rike, re reither.” 

“I’m having flashes of... other things...” Fred added. “Things that don’t make sense.” 

“Like, me, too, man!”

“Reah.”

“Same here.” Daphne nodded. “I noticed it almost as soon as we got here. I’m so... confused.” 

The Gang spent the next hour compiling a list of all the memories they had that seemed to belong to someone else. Many of them didn’t make sense, but they were able to connect a handful together. In the end, the lists read as: 

VELMA:

Hawai’i 

Witch doctor

Time Period: 1960s/1970s

Hotel (location unknown)

Vampire

Time Period: Unknown

Crystal Cove HS

Dating Shaggy

Time Period: Unknown. Estimated 2000s. 

Wedding dress

Time Period: Post 1900s. Approx. early 2000s. 

What does “Hot Dog Water” signify? 

No other identifying information.

Southern zombies ($)

Time Period: Unknown, unclear. 

Boyfriend named Winsor 

Time Period: Unknown, unclear.

DAPHNE:

Little boy in a yellow sweatshirt. Located in snowy mountains. (#)

Bright red van. It could be the mystery machine. 

Playing a game called “Wizards and Warlocks.” 

Yelling about an open window. 

Hosting a television show with Freddie and investigating a mystery involving zombies and... a giant lobster? 

Talking robot bird. Located in a Spanish-speaking country.  

FRED:

Beignets in LA with the Gang; zombies; no traps on record.  

Red Herring and a motorcycle (let the record show that Red Herring WAS responsible)

Investigating gator people in gatorsburg (go figure). 

Woman dressed in black/red with a bat necklace -- a singer? Absolutely, positively, definitely not as pretty as Daphne. 

Group camping trip resulting in investigation of a sheep laundering business. No, not washing sheep. 

SHAGGY:

SPAGHETTI... I MEAN A YETI 

CHINATOWN ON NEW YEAR’S EVE -- SAN FRAN (I COULD TELL BY THE EGG ROLLS)

BOY, MUSTARD YELLOW SWEATSHIRT (#)

SCRAPPY-DOO (%)

RED SHIRT, BLUE PANTS -- > HAIRY MONSTER (RED SHIRTS IN DRAWER UPSTAIRS?)

CRYSTAL COVE (*)

SEXY ALIEN GIRL (LIKE, TOTALLY THE MOST GROOVY LADY)

SCOOBY: 

RAPPY-DOO (%)

RAVEMAN RIN ROCK ROF RICE

“Clearly some of these “memories” are connected,” Fred said. 

“There doesn’t seem to be a particular pattern, however,” Velma said. She stood in front of the white board, brow furrowed, as she identified sets of memories with various symbols. 

“Shaggy, must we put “sexy alien girl” on the board?” 

Shaggy sighed. “Like, Daph, it’s the only positive memory I’ve gotten out of this. So yes, sexy alien girl is staying on the board. I can’t even describe how groovy she was... is? Man, this time thing is confusing me.” 

Daphne pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the board. “There, now we can keep a copy of it.”

“Excellent idea,” Velma said. “Fred, how are you feeling?’

“I’m alright. Getting better every day, you know?”

“Like, how are you actually feeling, Freddie?” Shaggy asked. 

Fred rolled his eyes. “Awful. I feel awful. They said I almost died! 

“I, for one, am glad you didn’t.” Daphne said, kissing Fred and hugging him carefully. 

“Me, too,” Shaggy said, crashing their hug. Velma and Scooby both followed suit. “Like, is it time for breakfast yet?”

“We can table this for now,” Fred said. “I don’t see us putting these pieces together any time soon.” 

The staff at Shaggleford Manor served a large breakfast of pancakes, bacon, sausage, fresh fruit, eggs, orange juice, and coffee. Shaggy and Scooby took six of everything, of course. The nurse wheeled Fred out to the table and the guys started chatting about the last football game they had watched: 49ers vs. the Cowboys on 11/27/1969. Velma, normally one for a chatty group breakfast, grabbed a bowl of fruit and wandered out to the front porch. She sat, looking over the unfamiliar Coolsville. Daphne followed behind a few minutes later, sitting next to her on the steps. 

“Are you doing okay?” Daphne asked. 

“No. Are you?”

“No,” Daphne said. She delicately picked at her cuticles. Her decades-old manicure was chipping. 

Velma nodded, staring ahead, and quietly bit into an apple. 

“Sooooo... you and Shaggy, huh? Sleeping in the same bed? Dating him in one of your memories?” Daphne teased, bumping Velma’s shoulder with her own. “Do you have a crush on him? Are you guys together? C’mon, you can tell me.” 

“No, I don’t have a crush on him and no, we are not dating. I already told you, there’s more going on between Shaggy and a sandwich than between me and him. And we don’t know that they’re memories, per se. They could be part of whatever the witch did to us or something our scrambled brains developed as a coping mechanism for neurological trauma.”

“I just think you two would make a really cute couple. And clearly you like him at least a little bit if your brain is responding to ‘neurological trauma’ by creating a fantasy where you two are together.” 

Velma set the apple core on the plate and made eye contact with Daphne. “Shaggy isn’t my type, Daph. I don’t like him, he doesn’t like me.” 

Daphne pouted a little bit. “You never bring anyone around. You know you could, right? Have you even dated anyone since starting college?” 

“No, I haven’t. Just leave it alone.” Velma felt herself on the verge of an anxiety attack. Honestly, she had been teetering on the edge of an anxiety attack since the Gang landed in the future. Everything was so fast and confusing here. 

“I don’t understand why you won’t talk about boys with me. I know I’m dating Fred, but I promise I wouldn’t make it awkward or anything. I just want to see you happy and other than that one date sophomore --” 

Velma pinched the bridge of her nose under her glasses and stood up, shaking. “Jesus fucking Christ, Daphne. I think I’m gay. Okay? I’m not going to be talking about boys with you.” 

“Uh. Oh.” Daphne blinked and fell silent. “Are - are you sure?”

Velma paced around the grass. “Yes.”

There was a long, tense silence that felt like it lasted hours. “That’s... that’s okay.” Daphne cleared her throat. “That’s okay.” 

Velma stopped pacing. “...Really?” 

Daphne nodded. “Does anyone else know?”

“Shaggy. Just Shaggy. He asked me a while ago and there was a bit of a... lightbulb moment...”

“Is this why you’ve been so distant all year?’

“Yes.” 

Daphne patted the step beside her and Velma sat back down. Daphne threw her arm around Velma’s shoulder’s. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. This doesn’t change anything. And I have missed you so much. I thought I did something to make you stop hanging out with me one on one.” 

“I didn’t know how to talk to you about this. I certainly didn’t think it would take a trip to the future.” 

“You know, I have a gay cousin. I could invite her over when we get back and maybe -”

“Daphne!” 

“Okay, okay. You let me know when you’re ready.”

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[frankenhxmie]

jonathan ‘johnny’ loughran is based on jonathan from hotel transylvania. he is a 27 year old human, dj at neverland and uses he/him pronouns. he has no powers.

penned by HARPER.

reflection

face claim: hunter doohan sexuality: heterosexual height: 6' eye color: hazel hair color: light brown piercings: n/a tattoos: n/a

attitude

positive traits: ambitious, accepting, easygoing, funny, wholesome, playful negative traits: fantastical, gullible, scaredy-cat, nosy, nervous, impulsive likes: backpacking, the outdoors, his longboard, weird animal species, taking pictures, his mixing board, vintage teeshirts, the smell of pickles, sandwiches, house music, karaoke, spray paint, dancing like no one's watching, bats dislikes: being scared, the dark, country music, being lied to, uptight people, talking about his family, airplanes, cinnamon, sad commercials about puppies in shelters phobias:  n/a hobbies:  working on his house mixes, singing karaoke, long boarding around town, reading graphic novels, thrift shopping, listening to music and working on his air guitar solo, defending monsters of all kinds, trying to be friends with everyone, recounting his travels around the world aesthetic: the sound of a longboard rolling on the asphalt, the feeling of a club pulsing with bass-infused music, the snapping of fingers in a room where everyone is supposed to be quiet, the cracking open of an energy drink, sneakers with the laces never tied

relations

mother: linda loughran father: mike loughran sibling(s):  there's seven of them, he's a middle child, all that matters. pet(s): n/a... yet.

headcanons

🎧 johnny is a super laid back, go with the flow, vibe until you can’t no-more kind of person. it’s really hard to throw him off his rhythm, though evermore has thrown tons of wrenches into his tires to try to get him to spiral off the road. johnny just keeps letting it roll.  🎧 as much as he likes to consider himself an unbiased dj, the way he’s feeling tends to reflect itself in the music he plays. he’s gotten some… criticism for the questionable selections he makes sometimes, but he just thinks that everyone needs to relax and just trust him. or drink more so he sounds better. whichever was easier. 🎧 johnny’s got a thing for brunettes… well, more like girls with dark hair. dark hair and pale skin and big beautiful eyes he can stare at forever before his eyes start to sting because he forgot to blink. it also helps if they’re a vampire, toootttally helps if they’re a vampire. also if their name starts with an m. all letters are good letters but…. m is special. 🎧 johnny is a bit of an airhead sometimes, but in his heart he means well. he may not be the most textbook intelligent kind of guy but he cares too much for his own good sometimes. he’s willing to trust just about anyone and always assumes the best of people. even monsters — especially monsters. 🎧 he got used to wearing clothes that were too big on him, and it became a style that just kind of stuck. johnny holds a personal vendetta against the person who said parachute pants “aren’t in style” and always makes sure to buy his shirts two sizes too big. he prefers thrifting because it’s cheap, but also because you find some of the wildest shit on those tee-shirt racks…. and who doesn’t want a tee-shirt that has a big picture of a moth that says “uh, ya’ll got any lamps??” they’re crazy!! 🎧 johnny isn’t much of a drinker, but boy does he indulge in weed. johnny loooovveeess weed. He’ll smoke it anyway, at anytime, for any reason, with anyone.  🎧 johnny’s got a weird thing for nice smelling shampoo. the rest of his hygiene routine is pretty basic but he loves getting the overly-complex scented shampoos at the store. you can likely find him in the shower aisle of a store sniffing every bottle with a name that has more than two words in it. his favorite right now “passion flower rice milk”... since when did rice make milk?? that was sick.  🎧 as goofy and unserious as he finds himself to be sometimes, johnny has a big heart. he loves deeply, cares immensely, and even when he can’t find the words to say what he means — his eyes will speak it for him. then again, johnny is scared of his big feelings sometimes and will be the first to tuck them away for the sake of someone else. he’ll happily put himself and his feelings off to the side if it will make things easier on someone else. love’s all about sacrifice or something like that, right ?? 🎧 neverland is where he spends most of his time when he isn’t at the tavern or out looking for mavis. if he’s working, he’s obviously there. If he’s not, he’s likely still there. johnny loves karaoke and making a huge fool of himself on stage, feeling like the coolest guy in the world when he’s up and making people dance and sing and laugh. he wants to have a good time, so in turn, he wants others to have a good time too.

[makaientjluvdaprince]

I just watched Scooby's All Star Laff-A-Lympics 1x08 "Vampire Bats and Scaredy Cats"

[fangirling-heart]

6, 15, 20 and 25 for the ask game :) (I'll answer your ask in the morning!)

Thanks for the ask!!!

6) Ever been to a haunted house? If so, where do you tend to linger in the group?

Nope, never. I am a bit of a scaredy cat...

15) Do you decorate for the holiday? Do you have a favorite decoration? A dream decoration?

Not much. But I decorate my room a little with some garlands of pumpkin lights and a couple of ghosts and bats stickers (I also used to put a witch doll above my bed, but I unfortunately lost it, when I took it with me at a vacation when I was little...).

20) Favorite monster? Vampires, ghosts, witches, werewolves, etc?

Vampires and witches! 🧛‍♂️🧙‍♀️

25) Any crazy/funny stories from trick or treating as a kid?

Unfortunately not. In my country, Halloween isn't really celebrated. At least not in October and not exactly the way it is everywhere else. So I never went trick or treating... I always pleaded my parents to take me though, when I found out it was a thing, and they'd always tell me to wait until February (that's when we celebrate Halloween). So, the closest thing I had to trick or treating was getting candy, or anything sweet (like crepes or waffles) at my relatives' houses whenever we visited them in February.

[tfa-archived]

Bat, hocus pocus, and nerve for the spooky asks!! 🧡🧡

Bat - What’s your favorite creature associated with Halloween?

Vampire! or a ghost! or a bat! Can I pick all three?

Hocus Pocus - What’s your favorite spooky season movie?

I already answered this one here, but I'll toss out another fave: Halloweentown!

Nerve - Do you get scared easily?

me????? scared easily??? nooo man, i've got nerves of steel - yeah, no, I am an actual scaredy cat. It's very easy to spook me, I'm pretty skittish, and 23 years of constantly being playfully spooked by my family hasn't changed that somehow lmfao.

spooky season asks!

[maniacwatchestheworld]

[Clip from The Scooby-Doo Show, “Vampire Bats and Scaredy Cats”]

I feel like Scooby-Dum deserves to get eaten for this one.

[scoobydooaesthetics]

Vampire Bats and Scaredy Cats

The Scooby Doo Show Season 2 Episode 2

[gameraboy2]

Scooby-Doo,”Vampires, Bats & Scaredy Cats”

[leftsleeverolled]

In the Scooby Doo Show episode where they go to an island and there’s a vampire, how does Velma check up on the Latin name for vampire bats? It doesn’t look like there was a library on the island, I don’t know when she would have had to the time to sail back to the mainland, and internet didn’t exist, so I can’t figure out how she would have followed up on that.