#vivi and arthur interactions

[kvtexee]

You said you want MSA requests - what about an Ok Ko crossover? Let's see what you think Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur would look like as heroes! (And Lewis as a villain...)

I'M SORRY ALL I COULD THINK OF IS THEM INTERACT

[ncfertari]

Vivi Nefertari & Arthur Prendragon (@prideraiised)

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. Princess Vivi became queen of the Arabasta Kingdom at the young age of 16 after her father passed away in the battle against the demon clan's 10 Commandments. After the war was over with news of the demon clan leaving, she left searching for allies to help her kingdom flourish then she came across King Arthur. Remembering their previous interaction at a ball, she decided to join forces with him to help both of their kingdoms flourish together in harmony. Nanatsu no Taizai verse (pre-Mokushiroku no Yonkishi) Commissioned here

[carouselofmusess]

Blog List!

Hey, all! It occurred to me that not everyone has access to desktop, so I wanted to make a post listing all of my rp blogs for anyone interested! Fell free to interact with me on any of them, even if we're not mutuals!

♡ BurnIttDown - Reverb from Mystery Skulls Animated ♡

♡ YukinoDreams - Vivi Yukino from Mystery Skulls Animated ♡

♡ StarMechaniic - Arthur Kingsmen from Mystery Skulls Animated ♡

♡ GhostHuntcr - Stephen Lorenzo, OC ♡

♡ EntropyNChaos - Lock, OC ♡

♡ BloodLustiing - Ares Castellanos, OC ♡

♡ Teufelsaugenn - Caesar, OC ♡

♡ MoonlittBelle - Mary Belle Trellue, OC ♡

♡ BunsDreamworld - Bunny, OC ♡

♡ CarouselOfMusess - Multimuse, OCs mostly but also Lewis Pepper from Mystery Skulls Animated ♡

♡ NightmaresGiven - Cosmo, OC ♡

♡ CttnCndyHrt - Candi, OC ♡

[answrs]

This Is A “Give Arthur Kingsmen A Hecking Nap” Propaganda Post

for the @sleepsmackdown​ poll (link here)

spoilers for Mystery Skulls Animated (which is about 18 minutes long in total over 4 animated music videos (with a 5th coming out very soon!) - please watch it and join us in blorbo hell our small but lovely msa fandom)

let me tell you about Arthur Kingsmen. You may know him as “that twink the sexy skeleton guy was chasing back in 2016″. why was this ghost chasing him? Well!

A group of friends and their dog go to investigate a creepy cave. They split up, Lewis (tall, purple, and fluffy) and Arthur (orange beanpole extraordinaire) go to the left fork and wind up at the top of a cliff over a sea of sharp stalagmites.

Then Arthur gets posessed by a demon, who uses his arm to shove his best friend to his death-by-impalement as he visibly fights it for control. Then whoops! Turns out that dog I mentioned, that little terrier looking pup? He’s actually another demon/yokai that transforms and violently RIPS HIS FUCKIN ARM OFF.

Now because of trauma, Arthur cannot remember this, though he experiences severe PTSD whenever he sees Mystery (who is once again hiding as their pet dog). He doesn’t understand *why* though, and is pushing himself to interact normally with said not-really-a-dog

(notice the subconscious gripping of his prosthetic whenever he’s triggered by the sight of said pup for added fun :))

I mentioned Arthur didn’t remember the scene in the cave? Well he ALSO DOESN’T EVEN REALIZE HIS BEST FRIEND IS DEAD. He’s on a futile search for a man he thinks is missing and even worse? His other best friend, Vivi (the girl in blue) physically cannot remember anything about Lewis existing.

Anyway, Lewis, the guy that died? Didn’t realize Arthur was possessed and thinks Arthur murdered him. So he’s out for revenge on a man working himself to the bone trying to find a friend he doesn’t know is even dead. This includes building a murder mansion to chase him through, and when that doesn’t work, stealing a semi-truck and running their van off a cliff and face-first into a brick wall. Then he grabs him from the wreckage and throws him off the same cliff he himself was killed on.

THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOMENT HE REALIZES HIS FRIEND IS ACTUALLY D E A D.

so he gets thrown off the cliff as Lewis’ twisted form of karmic revenge

and only survives because a shotgun blast shorts out the ghost magic moments before impact

and oh yeah, remember that demon that caused all this mess in the first place? It’s been hopping around in Arthur’s severed arm the whole time. And guess what it finds as its next host?

MURDER MC FUCKING MYSTERY

so YEAH I THINK HE NEEDS A FUCKING NAP

in summary, tags courtesy of @nemesis-is-my-middle-name​:

#P L E A S E VOTE FOR MY MAN ARTHUR SLEEPIEST IN EXISTENCE #no amount of being a gifted kid or whatever assclassboy has going on is gonna compare to arties insane bullshit #HE LIVES IN A VAN WITH THE DIRECT SOURCE OF LIKE 50% OF HIS TRAUMA #even if he DID think about sleeping for more than five minutes it wouldnt take

[findyourrp]

Hi there! I'm a 20 year old trans dude, so 18+ only please! Both for RP content topics and also my own comfort.

I'm looking for roleplays in a few fandoms over Discord! Fandoms with colored names are top priority, non-colored are also good but not as favorable. Muses in bold lettering are who I'd prefer to play, muses in italics are who I'd like to RP against, and muses in normal font I'm neutral to. One last note before the list, muses will be listed in priority order as well! So a muse I'd like to play the most will be written first, one I'd like to play but not as much will be last, etc.

Mystic Messenger: OCs, 707, Yoosung Kim, Zen, Saeran/Ray/Unknown

Mystery Skulls Animated: OCs, Vivi Yukino, Arthur Kingsmen, Lewis Pepper

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun: OCs, Nene Yashiro, Sousuke Mitsuba, Kou Minamoto, Teru Minamoto, Akane Aoi, Hyuuga Natsuhiko

My Hero Academia: OCs, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Mina Ashido

I'm a lit-advanced lit roleplayer (3-4 paragraphs minimum) and so I'd like a partner that writes about the same level as me. Replies don't have to be daily, but are appreciated if you have the motivation to write them that much! No pressure, ofc, cause we all have lives. I love bonding and chatting and plotting OOC, so don't be afraid to be friendly!

We can discuss plots, any triggers, and boundaries on NSFW and the like in DMs, so please interact with this post or DM me if you're interested!

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[zecoritheweirdone]

Hello, I'm the person fascinated by the implications of the Mystery Skulls au!! I'm a little rusty on my lore, but I'm mostly spinning False as Arthur in my brain- Falsie being jealous of Pearl enough to let the spirit possess her (if we're doing a one to one). And I'm so curious about who Shiromori is in this au!! I'm just!! Sorry, my brain is Bad at articulating but ultimately I'm just very excited about this whole concept!!

hell yeah,, i'm glad you like the au!!!!

and yeah, for the most part this au is pretty much one-to-one with the source material– tho i do have something to add for the jealousy bit! this is mostly just my own interpretation, and this could just be me being aro and not quite getting love stuff,, but i always saw arthur as not jealous of lewis,, but more just not wanting to be left out/a third-wheel. or maybe he is jealous, but not specifically of lewis– but instead, of the fact that the two tend to focus on each other, even when arthur's around.

cuz like,, mans got kicked to the backseat of his Own Van in favor of lewis, vivi, and her Dog. they let the DOG get shotgun instead of arthur. plus, in hellbent, you see a few stills of lewis and vivi being lovey-dovey to each other, with arthur sulking in the background. hell, in one of them, you see vivi looking past arthur, ignoring him in favor of waving to an out of frame lewis.

i don't think the two intended to make arthur feel left out,, they still hang out with him, so obviously they still care about him– it's just that,, i imagine they're prolly in some honeymoon sort of phase in their relationship,, maybe they just started dating and all they can really think about is how much they love each other. probably. again, idk how love works, so- take this with a grain of salt. i just find this interpretation much more interesting, personally!

so, yeah– pretty much all of what i said applies to this au! minus the romance bits, potentially? maybe? gonna be honest i don't really have a strong opinion one way or another in regards to shipping in this au. but either way, false was feeling left out of the group,, and because of that, got herself possessed by a demon(cuz that's prolly what reverb/the thing that possessed arthur is, not just some random spirit,, what with the horns and the webbed wings and stuff in his profile),,,

as for shiromori..... i'm still on the fence, tbh? my first thought was bdubs,, cuz like. they're both plants(sorta),, and he's got a connection to etho like shiromori does to mystery,,, but... i was also thinking about maybe having joel as her, instead? there's the etho connection, of course,, plus there's joel's whole theme for season 10! i feel like either would fit,,,

i suppose there's also the connection to vivi/her ancestor to consider, as well... so far i'm thinking the mushi equivalent in this au is prolly just another version of gem? maybe from empires? but i'm open to suggestions! i'm unsure about joel, but i do know that gem and bdubs have interacted secret life series before!usually in (lightheartedly) negative ways, from what i've seen,, so that could be another point to bdubs.

[alphashley14]

One Of Us

A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated/Mystery Skulls Crossover

Chapter Eleven

Keep on Living

After their impromptu concert, the Mystery Skulls gave their guests a full tour of the mansion - the parts they were allowed in anyway - and they were told about the house’s other ghosts. 

First were the suits of armor, which lined the hallways and seldom moved, but were very much haunted and would come to life to defend the house. And then there were the paintings, which were also haunted, moved and spoke like in Harry Potter, and apparently could be real assholes. So they were advised to walk quickly past the paintings and to try to avoid interacting with them. They were also warned about the mirrors, which apparently sometimes “showed upsetting things in your reflection.” But when asked, the Mystery Skulls couldn’t elaborate much on what exactly that meant, because what the mirrors showed varied a lot person-to-person. 

“That shouldn’t be an issue though,” Lewis explained. “It’s usually just the free-standing mirrors that do that, but those were all covered up.” 

His use of the word ‘usually’ did not put anyone’s minds at ease. 

“Apart from that, we get your usual run-of-the-mill haunted house activity. Moving objects, doors opening and closing, the occasional spirit orb. The usual.” Vivi shrugged.

“‘The usual’, she says.” Ricky said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. 

“No kidding,” Scooby agreed behind him.

“But like, what about the ghost from this morning?” Shaggy asked. 

The other five guests stopped, looked at Shaggy, and asked in unison: “What ghost from this morning?”

Lewis looked alarmed. “He’s- around,” He said quickly. “And he is… the most powerful spirit under our domain. But he cares about us, and he won’t hurt anyone. He prefers to keep hidden, at least for now. He’ll show himself when he’s ready. And he uh- he wanted me to tell you Shaggy, that he’s sorry for how he acted this morning. He was worried about Arthur, and sometimes his temper gets the better of him.” Lewis said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry - time out. How exactly ‘did he act this morning’?” Velma demanded. 

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“Alright then, if we’re going to take on Professor Pericles, then what’s the plan?” Marcie asked, scratching the head of the Dead Beat that was hovering in the air beside her. 

“Ever-changing,” Arthur replied from his seat in Mr. E’s armchair. “There’s a lot that Ricky didn’t know, so phase one of the plan - which I hope to have done by the end of the day - is mainly reconnaissance, testing the waters… and setting the stage.” 

“What do you mean by that?” Marcie asked. 

“As of right now,” Arthur said, “Pericles and the others see Ricky as a doormat. They’re convinced they’ve got him all figured out and aren’t bothering to tread lightly with him or to give him a single ounce of basic respect or privacy. Ah - speaking of: Dead Beats, I have a job for you.” 

The three ghosts went rigid at attention. 

“I need one of you to haunt the spaces around these rooms to give us advance warning if someone is coming. Even when we need to leave these rooms to do other things, I still need one of you to be here at all times unless I say otherwise in case someone tries to sneak in and snoop or install monitoring equipment. Can you do that for me?” 

The little ghosts made an affirming chirp, bickered amongst themselves for a few moments, then one of them sped off to do as Arthur had said. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t think to do that earlier. It would be astronomically bad if one of them overheard or even knew I was talking to you. As for you Marcie, there are several things I need from you. First and foremost is a laptop. One that isn’t being monitored by Destroido or by Professor Pericles that we can use to hack into the system.” 

“I don’t have one.” Marcie immediately lied. 

‘Arthur’ inhaled sharply through his teeth, steepled his palms together, then pointed them at her. “Marcie, let’s be real: that’s bullshit. You’ve betrayed Mr. E twice and were most likely already planning to do it again. There’s no way you don’t have a device at the ready. Or at the very least, that you don’t know how to make a computer that way. Ricky has been prohibited from using the internet and all of his activity within Destroido’s own systems is being monitored. Even sending you that message was a calculated risk. I literally cannot do anything if you can’t or won’t get me a device.

“But at the same time, I understand why you’re holding out on me. You still aren’t fully convinced that I’m not Mr. E, that this isn’t some kind of trick, or that the torture-button even exists. And if this hypothetically was a trick and you exposed just how prepared you were to betray Mr. E, the consequences would be really bad for you. So… I guess I’m going to have to prove it.” He groaned. 

The Dead Beats warbled with concern. 

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine. This was already part of the plan, anyway. Looks like it’s just going to happen sooner than I thought.” 

“What are you going to do?” Marcie asked. 

“Hit several metaphorical birds with one stone,” Arthur replied. “How quickly can you get your stealth suit? The one that makes you invisible and allows you to climb walls and stuff? Ricky told me about it.” 

“I can’t,” Marcie said. “I know where it is, but Mr. E put it in a password-protected safe.” 

“Iscariot.” Arthur said. 

“Huh?” 

“I-5-C-A-R-1-0-T. Iscariot, but with a couple of letters switched for numbers - that’s the passcode. It’s a reference to the traitorous disciple, Judas Iscariot. Ironically, according to Ricky, Professor Pericles came up with it. He figured none of you would ever guess that the passcode came from Christian Lore, given that none of you are religious and Professor Pericles is evil as hell.”

“Oh, wow. That is ironic.” 

“Very. Especially when you consider that it was Pericles who was the Judas of their group. So, knowing the passcode - assuming that is the passcode - how quickly do you think you can get it?” 

“From here? If I use the vents it’ll take me like two hours there and back to get it without anyone or any of the cameras catching me.” 

“And if you have a small, invisible friend looking around corners and messing with security cameras as you pass?” He asked, pointing at the Dead Beats. 

“That- … would cut that time in half.” 

“Great. Then… it’s about 1:00 now, and taking into account what I need to do… hold on, let me think… at 4:00, I want you in your stealth suit, hiding in the rafters above the hallway where the Dead Beats picked you up - where you have that camera hidden for Velma.” 

If Marcie had a drink in her mouth, she would have spit it out. “So you do know about that!” She cried. “I knew you asking for me in that hallway wasn’t a coincidence! But how?” 

“Shaggy told us about it,” Arthur said. “I needed anything and everything I could use, Ricky was giving me all this info, and Shaggy wanted to help too.”

“Uh-huh… and what do you want me to do once I’m there, exactly?” 

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“Jeepers, Shaggy. That must have been scary.” Daphne exclaimed after Shaggy finished telling them about when he’d woken up in Arthur’s body.

“Like yeah, it was,” Shaggy said. “But like, that was pretty much the only scary part. The Mystery Skulls were super nice to me after they realized what had happened. And I didn’t see any more ghosts until I met the Dead Beats with you guys. So like, I’m all good.”

“That’s no excuse!” Velma exclaimed angrily, rounding on the Mystery Skulls. “Don’t you think you ought to have better control over your ghost?” 

“Oh, we don’t control that one. It’s his responsibility to control his damn self," Vivi said dryly, giving Lewis the side-eye. “But, we can’t fault him this time. He thought he was talking to an evil spirit and that Arthur was in danger.”

“He gets um… pretty defensive and aggressive when it comes to Arthur,” Lewis explained. 

They concluded their tour without further incident, and once they reached the end Lewis informed them, “The only place that’s strictly off-limits is the basement.” 

“And Lewis is going to tell you why that is,” Mystery said pointedly, “because you’re a bunch of meddling kids and your first instinct will probably be to go looking for the basement if we don’t tell you why you should avoid it.” 

There was a beat of stunned silence. 

“That’s- he’s… out of line, but he’s right.” Fred admitted. 

“It’s about the spirit we were talking about earlier.” Lewis explained. “The basement is the paranormal center of the house, and it’s also where he lives. There’s a lot of energy down there that I don’t want you guys around, and neither would he. So… please don’t go down there.” 

“There’s also a section of the library you shouldn’t look at unless one of us is with you, because the tomes are magical and/or cursed.” Vivi added, “We’ll show you where it is when we go into the library later. And obviously, use your common decency and don’t go into anyone else’s bedroom without permission.”

“Speaking of: we figured we’d save where you’d be staying for last.” Mystery said.

The Mystery Skulls’ rooms were all in the West Wing of the mansion. They set up their guests in the set of guest bedrooms in the East Wing and let them pick their own rooms - save the one closest to the connecting hallway, which apparently was already taken by their informant. 

Fred and Daphne naturally took the largest bedroom at the end of the hall. And wanting to stay close together, the others took the rooms closest to theirs. It made Ricky smile bittersweetly at the sound of Shaggy and Scooby romping like a couple of youthful idiots into their room. Velma, shaking her head, took the one across from theirs. Leaving Ricky (who just stood back and let the others pick first) with the last room, which was adjacent to the room that was already taken. 

Which was fine with him; the rooms were all about the same. Peeling mauve wallpaper with a Victorian-style heart pattern, the same redwood paneling as the rest of the house, their own stone fireplaces, and their own bathrooms. The furniture was a similar redwood, with skulls and broken hearts worked into the designs. And the beds were… unique. 

“Hey, the bed is coffin-shaped! This place is awesome!” Everyone heard Fred exclaim excitedly. And when the others walked into their own rooms, they found that theirs were the same: irregular six-sided kings with black sheets and comforters, very tall headboards, and tattered raspberry-colored bed hangings that matched the carpets and curtains. It was macabre, but it fit the spooky vibe of the rest of the house perfectly. Ricky’s space back home was kind of dark, but this was dark in a different way - and Ricky kind of liked it.

Ricky let himself fall back on the black plush mattress with a sigh. What and where even was “home” anymore? He’d lived at Destroido for years. But try as he might, he couldn’t muster much attachment to the place. He was proud of his company and what he’d accomplished, but at the end of the day it was just a building that gave him a roof over his head and made him money. His personal space wasn’t a place he ‘looked forward’ to retiring to, and apart from his keytar there wasn’t really anything waiting for him there. What had ever really made it “home”? 

He had no idea which of his relatives were still alive or if they’d even want to see him if he came out as not-dead. He’d renounced Pericles and the others (though they were still oblivious to what extent). And Cassidy was-

… Cassidy was gone. She was gone, and she was never coming back. 

And it’s all your fault. You killed her. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

He’d said such awful things to her the last time he’d seen her. 

“Ah, yes. The naive Cassidy I once fell in love with.” He remembered his own mocking tone so clearly. Cynical, bitter bastard. No matter how much it hurt or how frustrated you were, why would you take that out on her? ‘Once’ my ASS. As if you could stop loving her! 

He knew all too well what he’d done to drive Cassidy away, so of course he knew they hadn’t been close for a while by the time she… 

And yet, he couldn’t help but feel her loss stabbing at his chest, clawing his heart out - as if he’d lost the only thing he had left. 

He was at least being treated well by the Mystery Skulls and the kids, but how long would that last? They wouldn’t need him around anymore once the body-swap was fixed, this mystery was solved, and his former friends and the entity were dealt with. And he couldn’t see why they would want him around after that either. Or rather, why would anyone? If he was being honest with himself, with Cassidy dead and him finally breaking away from the rest of the original Mystery Inc., he… he really didn’t belong anywhere, anymore. 

It wasn’t safe and he hated it there. But… maybe now the only place left for him was as a shoulder for Pericles to perch upon.

Or better yet: maybe the world was better off without him in it.

No. Absolutely not. No way. Where the hell did all of that even come from? He asked himself, running his hands over his face. Going back to Pericles? Dying? Did you hear nothing your better half said? That’s ridiculous! 

‘I don’t think you realize just how bright our future could be.’ That’s what his better half had told him. But Ricky just couldn’t see how that could be.

I don’t want to think about this anymore. And I have more important things to think about anyway. Back in the box you go. 

Holy fuck, this had been a long day. And given that it was just a little past noon, it was far from being over. Shit, was it seriously only 2:00? He swore it felt like this day had just dragged on for weeks. He was exhausted. 

But he couldn’t fall asleep. Nope. And just to make sure of it, he sat up. Arthur was working his ass off and probably doing some pretty stupid and dangerous shit on his behalf right now, and the least Ricky could do was return the favor. 

Right at that ideal moment, there came a knocking at his chamber door. 

“Come in,” he called. 

Vivi opened the door and poked her head in. “Hey, Mystery- sorry. Mister. E. Is the room okay? If it’s awkward for you to be staying this close to the kids, we could move you elsewhere if you want.” 

“It’s fine.” Shit, that came out snappy. And after she’s been nothing but nice to you! At least pretend not to be an asshole! “But- thank you for asking. This is… nice.” He added quickly and in a better tone. It really was a nice room. Spooky, yes. Macabre, definitely. But he supposed that if he was going to stay in a haunted house, he might as well go all-in.

“I’m glad you like it. Do you have any requests?” Vivi asked. “Lewis is thinking about dinner, and Fred and Daphne were going to make a groceries-slash-clothes-slash-essentials run. Like, are you vegetarian? Pescetarian? Allergic to anything or- oh. Right. You’re in Shaggy’s body. So I guess I should be asking him.” 

“I’m not vegetarian. And I sincerely doubt that boy is allergic to anything.” 

Vivi snorted. “True.” 

“I suppose… Apart from clothes, I just need a toothbrush and toothpaste? And 2-in-one? I don’t care what brand,” He shrugged. 

“Got it. I’m pretty sure Mystery Inc. is planning on picking up clothes from Shaggy’s house for you while they’re out. Will that be fine?” 

Ricky nodded. 

“Cool. And dinner? Lewis was thinking of doing enchiladas.” 

“Enchiladas are fine. I’m not going to request anything. I’m just grateful to have someone willing to cook for me. It’s… been a while. Would Lewis like any help when he starts in the kitchen?” 

“Probably not, but I’ll let him know you offered. He feels really bad, by the way - for what he said earlier. He’ll probably apologize later.” 

Ricky cocked an eyebrow. “What did he-?”

“Back at the hilltop, when he was freaking out about Arthur.” 

Ah, right. He remembered, now. “It’s fine, really. He was scared for his friend. Arthur is lucky to have friends like you.” 

“One’s own emotions are an explanation for one’s shitty behavior, not an excuse,” Vivi said, hands on her hips. “Lew knows that. So just don’t be surprised if he brings it up.” 

Ricky didn’t have time to formulate a response to that statement, because that was when his stomach growled. “You have got to be kidding me. Breakfast was fucking huge. How are you this hungry already?” He scolded his own stomach. Ricky was no stranger to overeating. He’d gone through a difficult phase where food had become a coping mechanism and his real body had never lost the weight. But this was ridiculous! 

Vivi giggled. “Apparently it takes a truckload to keep that body satisfied.”

“Shaggy had better be glad that he was born to well-off parents, because if they couldn’t afford to feed him then I don’t know what would have happened to him.” Ricky said, shaking his head.

“Well come on, let’s get you something to eat. Then you, Shaggy, Scooby, Mystery, and I will get started in our library while Fred and Daphne are out for essentials and Lewis and Velma are out collecting materials from the library and haunted museum.”

“Anything I can do to help,” he agreed. Then he followed her out the door. 

Maybe he wasn’t one of them. Maybe things would get awkward and they wouldn’t want him around anymore once he was no longer needed. But for Arthur’s sake, he wouldn’t dwell on that. 

And for his own sake, maybe he could keep pretending for just a while longer. 

But of course, there just couldn’t be a dull moment. Because that’s when Scooby came running out of the room he shared with Shaggy. 

“Vivi! Vivi HELP! Raggy needs help!” 

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“What hole do you think Ricky’s gone and hid in this time, Brad?” Judy asked, ducking her head into yet another Ricky-free Destroido lab space. 

“I’m not sure, Judy. We’ve checked all the labs. If he was doing his rounds, we should have run into him by now.”  

“Then he must not be doing his rounds, Brad. Perhaps he’s in the garage working on the old relic he’s so attached to again.”

“I bet you’re right, Judy!” 

But even after Brad and Judy sauntered all the way to Mr. E’s personal closed-off garage, there was no sign of Ricky to be had there. 

Honestly, where else could he have gone? They had to ask themselves at this point. Ricky was usually nowhere near this difficult to find. 

Brad snorted. 

“What’s so funny, Brad?” Judy giggled. 

“Oh, I was just wondering how it’s possible for someone that fat to hide this well.” 

Judy laughed. “It is impressive, isn’t it Brad? 

Still though, in the back of their minds, they couldn’t help but be a little bit concerned. Hunting for him like this was usually almost as fun as their games with him that followed, but at this point it was getting frustrating. The one place they hadn’t checked was the dungeon Ricky called “home”, but they hadn’t been there since they’d helped Professor Pericles sneak sleeping powder into his dinner, then inject that capsule into his back. And Ricky didn't spend a lot of time there, anyway. It would certainly be unusual for him to be there at this time of day. But then again… he’d been acting differently ever since Professor Pericles came clean about Cassidy.

“You know Brad,” Judy mused, “Ricky was rather brazen this morning. You don’t think he tried to run for it, do you?” 

“I don’t think so, Judy. He knows that would happen if Pericles found out, and he knows he’s too weak to withstand it.” 

“That’s true, Brad. He has always been a coward.”

“Ding-dong Daddy-o. Do we have to go in there?” Brad whined.

Judy laughed. Brad’s impression was right-on. Classic Ricky. 

“Y-you guys, I don’t want to do this anymore. Let’s just go home!” Judy tried out her own imitation, and Brad laughed at it before doing another of his own. 

“Professor Pericles, come back! Professor Pericles, I’m scared. Shouldn’t we just leave this to the Smokies?” 

“I’m going to cower behind Cassidy even though she’s half my size. Ahh! A monster! Now I’m going to jump into Cassidy’s arms even though she’s so small it’s a miracle she can hold me up at all!” 

“You keep her name out of your thin fucking mouth, Judy.” 

The two of them had been so caught up in their mockery they hadn’t noticed the very subject of it lurking in a doorway until they were face-to-face with him. 

“Ricky! So there you are.” Judy said quickly. Her mouth was not thin. Who did this fat twerp think he was?

“Yeah. We were just looking for you,” Brad said menacingly. How dare that ugly bastard insult his Judy? 

Usually, this would be the part where Ricky backed off or tried to make some excuse to leave. 

But he didn’t do either of those things.

Ricky just leaned against the wall, giving Brad and Judy a look that was equal parts blank and judgemental, before he took a swig of the entire bottle of wine he was carrying and went right back to regarding them. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t cower. Didn’t puff up, either. He just… stood there.

Something was wrong with this picture. 

Mr. E’s signature scowl wasn’t nearly as hard, and where usually there would be fire behind his anger, all Brad and Judy saw was this… coldness. It was like a part of the soul within that disgusting body was gone, and something sad and empty was all that remained. 

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything, Ricky?” Judy demanded after a few seconds of unbearable silence.

“That’s Mr. E to you,” Ricky corrected quietly. “Only my friends called me Ricky. As to whether I’m going to say anything, I really dunno. What do you want me to say, Judy?” 

And Judy- didn’t have a retort for that. But she was such a lucky girl, Brad came to her rescue. 

“Where have you been all day, Ricky?” He demanded. 

“Hmm. Not sure, to be honest. I lost time for a bit. Then I played my keytar for a while. Cassidy liked my keytar - music in general, really. Found this new band recently. I think she would’ve liked them too. But I can’t tell her about it. I can’t tell her any of the things I want to tell her. Because she’s gone - far away from me, probably in a better place than Crystal Cove. Where I’ll never see her again.” Then he laughed half-heartedly, “Classic Cassidy. She always moved on to new things before I did. I never could let go of the past, but her? Hah! She was dynamite. Always blasting forward. Why should death be any different?” 

“Are you fucking drunk?” Brad demanded. 

“I wish,” Ricky said. “But my tolerance is too high for this to do much to me. I considered something stronger, but she deserves better than that. Someone has to feel this pain for her. Because you seem to have forgotten, but thanks to Pericles she didn’t have any family - none of us do. She just had us, and those kids. And you two sure as fuck aren’t shedding any tears for her. Just like no one’s going to shed any tears for us when we die.” 

“Cassidy? That’s what this is about?” Judy scoffed. But Ricky wasn’t even looking at her. He was taking another long drink, his other hand in his pocket, weight casually favoring one hip. “She has no one to blame for what happened to her but herself, just like you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself for where you are.” Ricky finished his swig and looked at the label on the front of the bottle -  not at Judy. Why wasn’t he looking at Judy?! “You’re fools, the both of you. And that bitch-” 

Whatever vile thing Judy was about to say next died on her tongue. Because that was when Ricky suddenly overturned the bottle of red wine over Judy’s head, and the entirety of its contents poured down upon her. Soaking her blonde hair red, running down her face, then soaking into her blouse and dying her white pants. 

Brad and Judy were so utterly stunned that they froze, neither moving nor speaking. Their brains simply not computing what Ricky had just done. 

Ricky shook the bottle lightly to get the last drops out, which pitter pattered onto the top of Judy’s head. Before he finally took the bottle back, read the label one last time, and then chucked it at the wall. It shattered with a loud CRASH that made both Brad and Judy jump. But they were still too shocked to retaliate. 

That same shocked silence hung heavily in the air for another few moments. During which time Ricky scratched the back of his head, momentarily inspected his fingernails, then finally looked at Judy, his eyes scanning her wine-soaked, shaking form. An eyebrow cocked, and his lips pursed. “This is a good look for you.”

That was all it took to snap Brad out of it. 

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!” He thundered!

Brad surged forward out to grab Ricky by his collar but Ricky just expressionlessly snatched one of Brad’s fingers mid-grab and twisted it back at an awkward angle as far as it would go. “Don’t fucking touch me Chiles,” he said plainly. 

Brad cried out with pain and had no choice but to yield immediately, bending his knees and twisting his whole body awkwardly to lessen the stress on the digit. 

Judy just stood there. Cold. Wet. Red. Shaking, twitching. 

“What. Are you… doing?” Brad ground out. 

“Letting the intrusive thoughts win I guess,” Ricky shrugged. “I’m kind of fucking tired of you two treating me like your own personal litterbox to shit on, and I seem to have lost the will to care about the consequences. My heart’s being torn apart. I think my soul might be dead. It’s agony. But holy shit, do I feel fucking free.” 

“Just you wait! Professor Perciles is going to hear about this and- Aah!” Ricky twisted the finger in his grip back further. 

“Go ahead,” he said flippantly, “tell Pericles. I won’t be hiding. In fact, by the time he comes after me I’ll probably be existing somewhere in the hallways outside of Central Lab H. That seems like a good direction to wander. Then you all can torture me. Drag me into Hell with you. Destroy everything I’ve built. Disgrace my name. Use my resources to tear this town apart. We aren’t going to survive this mystery, and I’m glad! The last fuck I had to give died with her.” 

Ricky finally let go, and Brad jerked his hand back, cradling it. His jaw was locked, and he was so angry. But that face- those eyes. They were so fucking dead that Brad knew in that instant that nothing he could say or do, no matter how personal or vile, would pierce through to whatever heart was left. 

But Professor Pericles would. 

With a snarl, Brad turned sharply and stormed down the hallway, ushering Judy along with him. 

And Arthur Kingsmen watched them go. 

He didn’t dare let out his sigh of relief until after they turned down the next hallway and vanished. 

Wow. Had that been him? Had he really done that?! His heart was hammering the whole time, and he’d never stopped feeling the urge to run, but he hadn’t! He felt like he could climb Everest right now! He was on top of the fucking world!

But the job’s not over yet. 

And the consequences of those actions were coming. 

Arthur wasn’t looking forward to them, and he wasn’t sure if he could keep up that act through the pain. But he could sure as hell try. And even if he failed, he’d still have the evidence he needed. 

Poor Brad and Judy, Arthur almost felt sorry for them. They were supposed to be the ultimates in their craft, but how the mighty had fallen. They were so warped by the curse, absorbed in their hunt for the treasure, in each other, and in their own wickedness, that they failed to recognize what they were really headed into: a trap. 

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Owwwwwww. Ow ow ow ow OW.

Shaggy had felt the first twinges on the ride to the mansion in the Mystery Machine. But everyone had been talking so nicely with Mr. E, and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it at that time anyway, so he hadn’t wanted to worry anyone. 

Then they got in the mansion, they got to meet ghosts, Lewis, Vivi, and the Dead Beats gave them that nice song, they got to tour a haunted house, and Shaggy had been so busy taking it all in that he didn’t notice the twinges getting worse. 

And worse. 

At first when he’d noticed them again, he’d tried to ignore them a little longer because he didn’t want Scoob to worry. 

But he ignored it for too long.

And now it hurt so much he could hardly focus on anything else. 

Like, holy cow. No wonder Arthur felt like he could handle whatever Mr. E was dealing with. He’d been tolerating this for how long? And making it appear like he was perfectly fine to boot? 

Shaggy shut his eyes tight where he was curled up on the black comforter, clutching his shoulder where flesh met metal. It was so weird. It wasn’t just the shoulder that hurt, it was as if the whole side and that whole arm hurt. Only that didn’t make any sense, because the arm wasn’t there. 

That was when Scooby came bounding back into the room, followed closely by Vivi and Mr. E in Shaggy’s body. 

Oh, Shaggy’s body! His skinny, intact, scruffy body! How he’d taken it for granted. He really, really missed it. He didn’t want to be Arthur anymore. He wanted to be Shaggy again, so he wouldn’t have to deal with this! 

“What’s wrong?- Oh no,” Vivi said, and Shaggy could tell from the look on her face that she’d immediately put together what was wrong.

“Arthur’s pain medication!” Mr. E cried, smacking himself on the forehead. “I’m so sorry, Shaggy! We got so caught up in the other stuff that I completely forgot!” 

“L-like don’t beat yourself up about it man,” Shaggy tried not to groan, “l-like, I’m the one who ignored it too long. We both forgot.” 

“What about Arthur’s pain medication?” Vivi demanded.

“His dosage needs to be adjusted,” Mr. E explained. “Arthur warned us that it hasn’t been working right for a while. Fuck- I was so caught up in everything else, it didn’t even cross my mind!” 

Vivi cried out in frustration and spun around to the doorway, where a couple of Dead Beats were looking in with concern. “You - go get Arthur’s meds. You - go get Lewis. Now. Hurry!” 

As the Dead Beats rushed off to do as she’d asked, Vivi calmly sat down on the edge of Shaggy’s bed. “I’m going to help you take Arthur’s arm off. Removing the extra weight should help the pain a bit. Then just stay on your side.” 

“Is there anything I can do?” Mr. E asked, “I could get you something or…?” 

“There’s not much that can be done besides prescription meds. Just- go find Shaggy’s friends. They shouldn’t have left yet.” 

“No! No. Like- uugh… I don’t want to worry them.” Shaggy said. “And like, they’ve got more important stuff to do-” 

Vivi flicked him hard on the nose.

“They’re your friends and they love you. I don’t know your group, but I know that when Arthur’s in pain, nothing is more important to me. Especially not a mystery. And I imagine that your friends feel the same way about you.” 

“Reah, Shaggy. Fred, Daphne, and Velma will be sad if you don’t tell them.” Scooby agreed. “If one of us was hurting like this, wouldn’t you want to know?”

Oh. Shaggy hadn’t thought of it that way before. 

“Oh. Like um… okay then.” 

With a nod, Mr. E swiftly left the room to find the others. Right as he was leaving, Lewis came rushing in with a couple of Dead Beats. 

“They said something about Arthur’s arm. What happened?” 

“Stupid Arthur,” Vivi snapped as the metal arm came off with a click, “didn’t bother mentioning that his pain medication wasn’t working anymore. And now Shaggy’s dealing with the consequences.” 

“Oh, Arthur…” Lewis pinched his temples. “Shaggy, be glad you’re not Arthur. Because when we get him back, I’m gonna kill him. What now, Vivi?” 

Just then, the other Dead Beat returned with Arthur’s medicine in two bottles. Vivi took them from it and set one on the nightstand, and kept the other in her hand.

“Go call Dr. Madrigal,” Vivi told Lewis. “We can give him more of this as needed, but we can’t give him more of the strong stuff willy-nilly, and we need to know by how much to adjust his dosage for the future.”

“L-like… how long will that ta-a-aaake??? Owww!” Shaggy whimpered. It was throbbing, now. There was like a couple moments of relief when Vivi took the arm off, but now it hurt even more. Shaggy could feel it with every beat of his heart.

“I’m so sorry, Shaggy. I know it hurts, dude. But hey-”

And Lewis started doing a little dance, singing, 

“You got to keep on livin’, 

Livin’ for the good life, 

Holdin’ on, holdin’ on, holdin’ on- 

“You know what? Sorry. I think I made it weird. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” 

“L-like it’s okay, man. You were just trying to cheer me up.” Shaggy half-laughed.

“If it’s any consolation, It’s not usually this bad,” Lewis grimaced. 

“It’s worse for Shaggy because he’s not used to it,” Vivi said gently. She put the other bottle between her legs so it wouldn’t roll off the bed, placed her hands on Shaggy/Arthur’s stump and started to massage it and the shoulder around it with practiced ease. “That, and Shaggy hasn’t done any of the mirror therapy Arthur has, so it’s possible that it’s been rendered null and void. And today’s been really stressful - which can make ghost pains worse.” 

“G-g-ghost pains?” Scooby cried, shaking. 

“Don’t worry, Scooby. It’s not that kind of ghost.” Vivi explained. “Lew-lew, get one of the Dead Beats to bring us a bottle of water. Shaggy needs something to swallow his pills with.” Lewis nodded and left, and Vivi went back to talking to Scooby. “Basically Scooby, Shaggy’s body- or rather, Arthur’s body, is supposed to have two arms. So Arthur’s brain is confused as to why it doesn’t. So even though it’s not there, to Arthur - and therefore to Shaggy now - it still sometimes feels like it is. Sometimes it feels like when one of your limbs falls asleep. And other times it can hurt a lot more. The pain is real, and it feels like it’s happening in the missing body part, even though it’s not there. That’s why people call them ‘ghost pains’. It’s very normal for amputees like Arthur to have them - lots of them do.”

Just then the rest of Mystery Incorporated came rushing into the room with Mr. E not far behind, totally out of breath. It suddenly occurred to Shaggy that they were quite a distance from the front entrance of the house, and he’d probably run all the way there and back just to make sure he caught Shaggy’s friends before they left. 

“Shaggy!” Fred, Daphne, and Velma cried as they rushed to his side.

“L-like, hey guys,” Shaggy groaned, smiling. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” Fred asked. 

“Like, I’ve got ghost pains,” Shaggy laughed half-heartedly. “But like, not the kind of ghost I can run away from.” 

“It didn’t even occur to me that Arthur might experience those, or that Shaggy would have to deal with them. I’m so sorry Shaggy,” Velma said, gently taking his hand in hers. 

“It’s not just ghost pains either,” Vivi sighed. 

“There’s something else?” Daphne exclaimed. 

Vivi sighed. “Arthur has another condition that many amputees have called heterotopic ossification.” 

“I know what that is,” Velma said. “Bone starts growing where it shouldn’t be. A lot of people get it after a major surgery or major injury.”

“That’s about it,” Vivi said. “It manifests as a bony, often painful lump under the skin. In Arthur’s case, he’s pretty lucky. His isn’t located on or near a joint, so it doesn’t restrict his mobility. And it’s pretty small - only about the size of a grape - and doesn’t show any sign of getting bigger. But it does bother Arthur every now and then. He could get it surgically removed, but because it’s at the site of his amputation and Arthur’s arm port is connected directly to his body and nervous system, it would take the greatest surgeon in the world to not ruin it.”

I can afford the greatest surgeon in the world, it suddenly occurred to Ricky. If they all survived this, then Ricky saw no reason why Arthur should have to keep living with an extra hunk of bone in his arm. If it was causing him pain and he simply couldn’t afford to have it safely removed, then what were rich friends for? 

… Huh. How long had he thought of Arthur as a friend? They’d met literally this morning, and one could even argue that didn’t count, considering it was via astral projection. No, it didn’t make sense for him to jump to calling Arthur a friend. Arthur just… pitied him. And understood him. And for some reason saw fit to treat him with more kindness than he deserved. 

Yeah - he’d help Arthur out. But it would just be him… repaying Arthur’s kindness. Especially considering that Arthur was probably putting himself through a lot of pain on Ricky’s behalf. 

… But it made Ricky absolutely sick to think about that. 

Another hiss of pain from Shaggy broke him out of his thoughts. Ricky suddenly felt very useless, and very guilty. Why? Why should Arthur and Shaggy be the ones hurting? If they were going to get body-swapped, then why hadn’t Ricky simply switched one pain for another? Why did he, the one who deserved it the least, get to be the healthy one?

Just then, a pair of Dead Beats entered the room and zoomed above Ricky’s head - one of them carrying a bottle of water in its mouth. Mystery (looking oddly guilty) followed close behind, passing by Ricky’s feet. “Any word? Did Lewis get through to Dr. Madrigal?” Vivi asked, taking the water bottle and uncapping it for Shaggy. 

The Dead Beats shook their heads and did a short duet that was undoubtedly an annoying imitation of hold music.

“Ah. He’s on hold. It’s a doctor’s office, so I guess we shouldn’t be surprised.” Vivi said, handing the water to Shaggy and unscrewing the medicine bottle. She handed Shaggy two pills, and he obediently swallowed them with a mouthful of water before putting the water bottle on the nightstand and laying back down. “Scooby,” Vivi said, re-capping the bottle, “can you run down to the kitchen and get Shaggy a snack? He hadn’t eaten since breakfast and if he doesn’t put something in his stomach, then he’ll get really queasy and it’ll take longer for the medicine to kick in. There should be crackers in the pantry and cheese sticks in the fridge.” 

“Roh-kay!” The dog said. And he obediently hopped off the bed and trotted out of the room. 

“Remember to get him a normal-sized snack, Scoob! Arthur’s body doesn’t eat as much as Shaggy’s does!” Fred called after him. 

Shit, all this talk of food was reminding Ricky how hungry he was. Don’t you fucking dare growl right now, he thought at his stomach. 

“So like, what now?” Shaggy groaned. 

“Scooby’s going to bring you something to eat, and then you’re going to take a nap, okay?” Vivi said. 

She reached out to ruffle his hair, but stopped herself. That’s not Artie, she reminded herself. He looks and sounds like him, but he’s not. Remember, Vivi. He might not like you doing that.  

Fuck, she missed Arthur. 

“You’ll- you’ll feel a lot better after you rest a while and give the meds time to kick in.” Vivi said, taking her hand back and hiding her sadness behind a smile. 

“But like- you need help in the library…” 

“And you will help us. After you rest. Don’t worry. I’ve got Mystery and Mystery- pffft. Mystery and Mister. E. to help me with that.” Vivi corrected herself with a laugh. 

“And what should we do?” Fred asked. 

“Just go, guys. You’ve got important stuff to do and like, I’m alright. The meds’ll kick in,” Shaggy said.

“If you’re sure, Shaggy…” Daphne said apprehensively.

“Really guys. I’m fine. Like, I’ve got Scoob.” 

“Okay then. I really hope you feel better soon Shaggy,” Velma said. She affectionately ran her hand over his hair and bent down to place a kiss on his forehead. 

“Aw, Velms…” 

As the other members of Mystery Inc. took turns fussing over Shaggy and bidding him goodbye, Ricky stood back in the doorway, and his heart screamed. 

Because he’d realized something. 

He had failed. Again. Their parents didn’t care enough, and Cassidy was gone. So that just left him to have the backs of the new Mystery Inc. 

He had no family. He had no friends. His company didn’t matter. With Cassidy gone, he had exactly one thing left in this world left for him to care about. One thing that he still had the opportunity to do right. And that was these kids. 

Velma, Shaggy, Fred, Daphne, and Scooby. And maybe Arthur, Vivi, Lewis, and Mystery too.

Ricky cared about those meddling kids. 

Cassidy had loved those meddling kids. 

In a big way, they were all that was left of her. They were her legacy. And they could be his, too. 

He couldn’t die. Not even when he got his own ugly, expendable body back. 

Even if he had no way of seeing what good times could possibly lie ahead for him, he had to keep on living. Not for himself. Not for Pericles. Not even for her - because what good would holding on for the dead do? He had to keep on living for them. They would not fall apart like him and his friends had. They would grow up, and they would grow old. And they would be happy. And if Professor Pericles wanted to destroy them, then he’d have to destroy Ricky, first. 

And if it came to that, then Ricky would be damned if he wasn’t going to take the bird down with him.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Vivi slip past him. 

Shaggy was taken care of, and with everyone else distracted, this was Vivi’s chance to sneak off and make a call. It hadn’t occurred to her to do it when she and Lewis were in the van earlier, so she had to make that call now. Vivi made her way to the West Wing and went into her room, locking her door behind her so she wouldn’t be overheard. She moved Boku the turtle plushie aside and sat down on her blue bedspread. Then she pulled out her cellphone, and dialed. 

It rang for a few moments, then the person on the other end of the line picked up.  “Hey, Uncle Lance! It’s Vivi- oh! Cassidy! Hi! Just who I wanted to talk to! Yeah - it’s time. We need you to come back to Crystal Cove. Like, now… Yeah! We've finally teamed up with the kids. They’re great! Also, Arthur’s once again wound up in a crazy, supernatural-related mess, and Ricky’s in trouble-... Yeah, he’s not hurt. And he’s safe now. Sort of. He’s with us, and we’re taking care of him, don’t worry… Yeah, he’s definitely not working with Pericles anymore… Yes, we’re sure…. It’s a long, and very crazy story. You’ll have to see it to believe it… No, we haven’t told them you’re alive, and no we haven’t told them about us. But we’re going to tonight. Think you can get here in the morning?”

At LAST! Chapter Eleven is posted!!! And I hope you all liked it! This was definitely a chapter where I gave some of the other characters some attention. It's no secret that Ricky is my favorite character and I love writing him, but this isn't just his story. Speaking of: as sad as it is to see Ricky's negative thoughts coming back, one pep talk is not magically going to make those go away. Even if it was a good pep talk, and it did help. Writing Brad and Judy was... fun, actually. As much as I hate them, there's something satisfying about writing characters that are unabashedly deplorable and pathetic. Especially when they get (at least part of) their comeuppance within the same scene. GOD, I hope you all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Because that jjjust might be my favorite singular scene in the entire fic so far. And of course, sorry Shaggy, I couldn't forget about Arthur's pain. And any amputees who read this: I'm not an expert. I did like two hours of research and then went where the fic took me. So if I got anything horribly inaccurate, then deepest apologies. But HEY - Cassidy's coming out of hiding soon! Woot woot!!! 🎉 Make way for the QUEEN!!! 👑 This is the longest chapter of the story so far, at about 7,600 words or so. I really do try to write shorter chapters or split up longer ones so updates may be more frequent, but this time I just couldn't. Also, I would like everyone to know I just got a new job. On one hand: YAY! MONEY! On the other hand: even though it's only 20 hours a week, it takes up what are usually my most productive hours of the day. AND I have to juggle it with commuting to school. So between job, school, and schoolwork I have to do at home, I'm exhausted and there's hardly any time for writing so... updates will probably take a lot longer now. 😔 So it's only fair that my last chapter unemployed is a long one. I decided to post Chapter Eleven here on Tumblr before on AO3, just because the response on Tumblr has been so good. 😊 I'll post chapter eleven to AO3 tomorrow morning. EDIT: Fuck it. I've got time and my readers on AO3 have been good to me too. I'm posting it there this evening instead.

Chapters One through Ten of 'One of Us' are presently posted on Archive of Our Own.

[sfcabanasstarcgs]

you interact with someone that ships lewis and mystery.

I don't need to ship to Lewis X Mystery. I want to Friendships with Lewis X Mystery of Lewstery

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I think it's Familyships and Friendships of Relationships with Lewis X Vivi/Vivi X Lewis, Vivi X Arthur/Arthur X Vivi, Lewis X Arthur/Arthur X Lewis, Lewis X Vivi X Arthur/Vivi X Lewis X Arthur/Arthur X Lewis X Vivi/Arthur X Vivi X Lewis

Lewis X Mystery/Mystery X Lewis, Vivi X Mystery/Mystery X Vivi, Arthur X Mystery/Mystery X Arthur

[crossover-enthusiast]

Wanna like. Have a very detailed thread about the dynamics of the SM x MSA group (vivi streber Arthur and kevin) because the thoughts are bouncing around like little bouncy balls and I want to share them

Would you still be up for this 🥺

I feel like the thing about these goobers is that they're similar, but different enough that the dynamics between all the little duo combinations would be different

Vivi and Streber would of course be the chaos gremlins (shorty supremacy) that are either infodumping about horror media/the case at hand to each other or diving headfirst into whatever spooky shenanigans are in front of them

Kevin and Arthur are the tired friends who just want to chill, and I feel like if it was just them they would just. Relax. Maybe they'd feed off each other and make each other braver somehow, idk

Arthur and Streber are fun because you'd look at them from the outside and think they wouldn't get along, but they do! While Vivi feeds off Streber's love for horror and the paranormal, Arthur enhances Streber's technical side, something he barely ever gets to talk about because no one knows what he's saying half the time. They'd bounce ideas off each other, I feel

Vivi and Kevin are... interesting, I think. They probably don't interact that much one-on-one, and because Kevin sees Streber in Vivi and Vivi sees Arthur in Kevin, they kinda act how they would around them, only to be surprised when the other does something different. Would definitely take them a bit to really mesh, imo

[the-simpiest-simp-of-all]

Please read before interacting!

Heya! I'm Toby :]

I use he/him mainly (they/them is fine!) and I'm Lewis's boyfriend (update, Vivi and Arthur's too)! ^^ I have ADHD and autism!

(I would prefer if you DNI if you're their f/os too.. sorry!)

I've been into Mystery Skulls for a few days now (at the time of writing this), and I absolutely adore Lew-lew!

Mystery Skulls Animated is either a fixation or a new special interest, we'll see eventually.

With all that being said, feel free to send Lewis and I asks!

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Please please PLEASE DNI if you also ship yourself with Lewis!

ABSOLUTELY DNI if you're a p3d0/z00!

Proshippers can go fuck off!

DNI if you're anti-selfship

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[mysteriouslyhopefulstranger]

ABOUT ALICE VEIL

Name: Alice Veil

Age: 21

Appearance: Red hair with bangs tied to a ponytail, glasses, red eyes, wears a cross necklace with an emerald in the center (and half a blue BFF pendant depending on whether or not the hospital arc happens in rps), red hoodie, blue jeans, red and white sneakers, scars hidden under the bangs. Looks young for her age.

Status: Alive (but dead inside).

Occupation: University student. Also a kennel assistant during the winter and summer breaks.

Abilities:  Can see, hear, speak, and sense the dead. Experiences a “buzz” or “spark” in her head when a ghost or demon is around. She can assimilate her energy with a spirit’s energy to utilize their abilities or touch them (dynamokinesis). Can receive visions on the life and death of a spirit either by will of the spirit or by reading their hearts. She can also sense what a spirit is feeling. This comes in handy when she wants to know if a spirit is lying.

Personality: Depressed, pessimistic, anxious, and annoyed, Alice prefers to distant herself from people. Due to bullying in the past, she has trouble trusting people, even if their intentions are nice; she expects them to betray her in the end. She gets annoyed by the constant pestering of ghosts, but deep down, she really wants to help them; she just doesn’t know how. When meeting new people, Alice tends to come off as hostile. When a close bond is formed, Alice will do anything to protect it, even if it means losing her life. Constant school stress and the somber and disturbing visions ghosts give her have made her depressed. She has low self-esteem and believes that she doesn’t deserve to be happy now that she’s “grown-up.”

Family: She lives with her mother. Her father left the family when she was eight years old. She owns a domesticated fox named Bijou.

Head Cannons:

Due to a traumatic incident when she was six, Alice is deathly afraid of trains and will flinch or get really angry when someone touches her forehead.

Alice tends to self harm and think about suicide.

Not many people have seen Alice smile.

Alice is bisexual, but is still a virgin.

Alice can sing and play the piano. She used to do a lot of theatre in the past. College made it hard to continue.

Alice likes to play video games.

Alice likes to bake.

Alice is embarrassed about her last name.

Alice looks younger than she actually is, roughly 18. Many people act surprised when she tells them her age.

Alice doesn’t drink; she hates the taste of alcohol.

RULES

No godmodding

I work best with MSA RPs

I can do NSFW on gore, violence, abuse, suicide, self harm, alcoholism. Sex is iffy.

My character tends to swear heavily. If you are easily offended, don’t follow.

Don’t reblog a RP post that you are not participating in.

Expect first interactions to come off hostile. However, just because my character comes off as hostile towards your character, does not mean that I hate you or your character.

Everytime a new cannon MSA character (Arthur, Lewis, Vivi, Mystery, Shiromori, etc.) interacts with me, I will set it up as though Alice is meeting them for the first time. So expect that to happen if you RP any of these characters.

I have a slight trigger with Stephen King’s “Carrie.” If you are reblogging anything that has to do with “Carrie,” please tag it as #carrie.

ABOUT MUN

Name’s Maggie. I’m 31 years old. I’m not the best drawer or writer, but I like to do it for fun and see how far I can go. I work a full-time job, so expect late replies.

[viviskull]

((Last one for now until I get their icons done!! I'll probably be obsessing over these guys for a while so if y'all wanna hit them up for chaos, my arthur and vivi muses are wide awake for some interactions too! :D))

[ncfertari]

@prideraiised ~plotted starter~

It was a royal ball for a newly crowned king who had recently taken over his kingdom. Vivi had never been one for royal gatherings, but her father wanted the princess to start looking for potential suitors knowing that she was coming of age of marriage very soon. It was going to be a celebration to get to know the new king, but the desert princess had no interest. However, she still wanted to leave a good impression on the rest of the kingdoms in case she needed to make alliances someday. As she arrived at the castle within Camelot, she stood at the entrance waiting for her name to be called. She arrived late as the celebration started hours ago, but she did not care one moment as the journey was far.

“Presenting Nefertari Vivi, princess of Arabasta.”

The slender woman crowned in jewels walked down the stairs with her head held high as the crowd started to chatter among themselves. Her tiara was held up with crystals surrounding her messy braid. Icy blue hues matched her white dress as it floated around her with a tail that looked like a snow path behind her. People started to whisper quietly among themselves while looking at the woman with blue hair and icy blue eyes as she made it to the end of the stars. The princess’s hair looked like it was bathed in moonlight as the gown she wore shimmered as the lights hit it making it look like she was covered in stars. The gown was a dark navy blue, with lacy ruffles around the hem of the outfit, gems were embedded into the threads, the fabric was tight around her figure showing her curves like a second skin, and while a medium-sized train which was only roughly three feet dragging behind her.

The heels the royal highness wore were made from clear crystal as they clicked softly against the marble floor. Walking straight through the crowd it parted ways like a sea as her hues glared at everyone amused before joining her escort for the evening that was ugly compared to her beauty. The older royals were disgusted by the princess arriving late as they glared at her, but she walked like she was taught from a young age. To be proud of herself and that she belonged there. Vivi looked like she was kissed by stars and created from their dust. As if their light and coldness had taken over in human form.

It was not long before the party went back to drinking and dancing as the princess interacted with a few princes and some kings to mingle for a while. After nearly dancing for two hours straight, she was finally able to sneak away with a whole bottle of wine. Sitting on the balcony railing, the female hummed softly with her heels discarded on the floor and the bottle pressed against her lips. It truly was a sight that was unladylike, but the princess needed a drink. She was tempted to escape the party and maybe venture into the garden or maybe steal a horse for a late-night ride. However, she heard footsteps which caused her head to turn around to see a male. If she remembered correctly it was the host himself, Arthur Pendragon, the new king.

Vivi smiled softly before getting off the railing. "I can leave if you would like some privacy. I bet you just want a moment to yourself by now." The princess understood what it was like being a host the long hours and having to talk to everyone was tiring. She noticed that it appeared he was lacking a drink in his hand, so she held the bottle out in case he wanted some. A gentle breeze came which felt cool on the princess's skin and reminded her of the desert nights and home. "It's truly a beautiful night."

[viviskull]

Oftentimes, on long shifts where he routinely worked way early in the more and late into the dead of night, Arthur often found himself alone opening and closing his Uncle’s repair shop when it came to finishing up any last minute repairs for people who couldn’t bother to make an appointment for a quick oil change; even be it throughout the thundering storm that rained and pounded over the mechanic’s establishment.  With the comforting smell of worn tire rubber still fresh in the air, it was a rarity the sights and sounds of home he found within the solace of his family’s garage to rarely bother him in his coming work.  Growing up for a certain fondness for his family’s shop, if not had he often been dropped off to be babysat by his Uncle when he was no more than a wee tot, it was where he felt the most secure.  Routines were set as he liked, he was always the first to work on surprise walk-ins, and his Uncle let him do as he pleased as long he got his job done with each of their clienttell in an earnest fashion.  He was paid for his work in full, and it may have been more cushy than he’d like to admit given he got to play his favorite music whenever he would have wished.  Arthur never really had to interact with his clients for too long, it just being he had to listen to what they were dealing with and all he had to do was keep his head down and work out the weird bugs they collected from their long drives out; so being alone tonight was another near plus for the sake of his own sanity.  However, as often quiet his lone shifts were, even this easy hearted easement could only last so long.

With a deafening bang of metal being smacked so hard that’d been so loud it could’ve woken up the entire town, the orange yoga pants that belonged to this set of legs were quickly spit out from the resting under carriage of this giant, tangerine tin can.  Letting out a pained hiss through the tense grit of his teeth, this poor mechanic instinctively rubs at the bruised front of his forehead as he’s already slid himself out from the accustomed shadow of his personal van.  Although he had nothing but a piece of flat cardboard to roll himself from the hunky weight of his vehicle, it works more than enough to help him nearly jump out of his own skin at the sight of his startling pale visitor.  Once crunched together brows now snapping up to raise up alongside his bewildering questions that simmered just beyond his surprised expression.  How did this tiny child get in here, without him noticing no less?  Was it a child, or a spirit coming to bother him while it’s still raining out?  It’s happened way before when he least expected it (granted, Vivi had dropped off a demon for him to look after for a couple hours, it was a bad idea) and nowadays there wasn’t a moment that a parent wasn’t too far off from their own kin.

However, with a swift glance over the tiny one’s shoulder, there wasn’t even a single parent in sight.  Were they lost?  They were looking at him like he had just grown another head in that instant, but maybe that’s just him thinking too much into it right now.  More or less just confused, his brows furrowed together hard as they lowered down upon his now oiled covered features.  Whilst still holding tight to the socket wrench he grasped in his metal prosthetic, he’s slow to set it down onto the stone floor as he holds a long staring contest with his newfound… ‘company.’

“.. Uhh?”  He starts with a sputtering clear grumble of his throat.  “I’m not stuck right now, if that’s what you’re asking.”  A short pause quietly follows.  The mechanic blinks for another. “Do you normally sneak up on people all the time, uhh.. Kid?”

starter for @viviskull

Haba’s eyes wander across the room. It is nice that Tia Mode’s place rarely looks the same. Somehow it seems like only Haba herself finds amusement in the fact that the shapeshifter owns a shapeshifting tavern. Even the regulars are seldom purely human. So any new face could be anything, really. And that is exciting. It can be dangerous, but danger is something for the adults to handle. Haba slides from her seat near the window. The outside harbours a rainy city that Haba does not recognise. It seems full of humans and bustling with life. More than one bright red double-decker bus has passed the window in the last five minutes. Even the buses are full of people. And all of them seem to be in their own little world, barely glancing at each other, much less at Madame Mode’s. The few people that detect the little cafe, come in with a gust of cold, wet air. They order with a very clear and pronounced English that Haba has heard a few times, but where it originates from is beyond her knowledge. Fewer of the customers stay for the drink, nearly everything is to go as they need their morning drink before work. It has wound down a bit for now, but the next rush will come soon.

With a loud thump, Haba’s naked feet connect with the floor. It sounds hollow today and the grain of the wood leaves a pronounced tactile impression under her feet. The whole cafe looks wooden today. It has the charm of an old pub. Wooden panel walls, wooden bar, the bar stools have metal parts, but the backrests are, again, wooden. Everything seems to be made from a dark wood. It gives the cafe a dim expression that even the lights right over the bar are unable to brighten up. Haba hopes that at least the floor will stay like this for a while as she traipses to the counter and climbs up a barstool next to one of the regulars. The grey-haired man gives her a wink and tousles her hair, but does not give her any attention, otherwise. Her brother, the barman, has his chin in his hand as he listens to the customer with disinterested amusement. He throws Haba a glance as the other takes a short pause, before he returns his focus on the guest. Accompanied with a decisive wave of his hand, her brother says: “No can do, amigo. Last time I tried to do one of your ideas - as a favour- I might add, the machine was clogged up for days. Blood meal is no coffee grounds.” Haba rolls her eyes. It is all in benign humour, between her brother and the vampire. It is a discussion, an argument, a stage play and it is completely boring to watch. The other takes an offended gasp and starts with an expressive “But!” as Haba slides from the bar stool. 

She waves at her brother and the vampire and exits the barroom through a door behind the bar. A short visit to her room leaves Haba frustrated with nothing to quell her boredom. In the end, she finds herself pacing one of Madame Mode’s many corridors. Random doors get opened to catch a quick peek of whatever place hides behind them. In the beginning, Haba is unsure what kind of place she wants to find. One room has walls that are a mixture out of paper panels and wood. The floor seems to be some straw mats. The other leads to a beach. As Haba inspects the door, a toilet sign is painted onto it. The next one leads into a little kiosk. Outside, heavy rain is falling onto a dirt road. 

Then a dark, starry night sky fills her eyes. In awe, Haba steps through the door. The air is dry and cool. It reminds her of her birthplace, though, checking her surroundings, she is standing on an artificial trash hill on a plane, not a mountain range. Behind her flickers light from an old telephone booth from which she stepped from. The receiver has been ripped off ages ago and the cables are sticking out in the air. Haba clicks her tongue with her hands on her hips at the many, many metal things around her. How unsightly. Then she carefully scrambles down the skeletons of cars, refrigerators, bikes and more. From under a hood a rattle snake hisses at her. For a moment Haba considers taking the snake up on their challenge, but they look like a young one that doesn’t know better. Haba leaves her be, since she knows to be better than that. 

The metal graveyard is surrounded by a wall. It takes her a few minutes to find the exit to a big parking space and a big house with a bigger garage. Kingsmen Mechanics is written on it in big lettering. Even though it is deep in the night, the garage is still lit. Without a sound, Haba walks over the dirt and gravel towards it. The garage houses not many cars right now. One is propped up. But with the exception of a bright orange van, they all seem to rest right now. The van is in the centre of the light source of the garage. Haba hears grunts coming from it as she walks around it. There are two legs sticking out from under it. It looks like there is enough space for the person to get out, but then again, why would they grunt otherwise. “Are you stuck?,” the girl asks the pair of legs.

[pi-cat000]

MSA: Winged Arthur AU (part 10)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Part 11: here

. Arthur transitions to consciousness slowly, raising slowly from some deep, all-consuming dark. His head hurts, throbbing to a steady beat, and there is a sharp pain in his chest like he’s held his breath for too long. Everything is stiff, and moving any of his limbs seems like an impossible chore, so he doesn’t bother. Instead, he cracks open the eye not smooshed into the side of whatever soft surface he is lying on.  

Vivi’s face is right there, her eyes closed, expression relaxed. Their noses inches apart.  Arthur twitches back, movement stunted by the weight sitting inert along his back. Feathers rustle and twitch sporadically, and Arthur twists to stare in alarm. Oh…. And memories of the last few hours come flooding, pumping adrenalin through his limbs.

Vivi! She's hurt! Lewis! Where’s Lewis! He can’t lose Lewis again!

Arthur frantically tries to sit, turning, and the wings jump up from where they’ve been draped over the couch’s backrest and floor, flaring out in a dramatic movement. He is forced back into the couch’s upholstery by the sudden downdraft they create. In response to his panicked actions, Vivi surges upright, stumbling out of her seated position and sleep. The blanket, once draped over her shoulders, flutters to the ground.

“What…What is it!” Vivi, fists clenched, blinking the sleep from her eyes, searches for a threat, “If bastard takes one step in here I’ll…I…”

They both catch each other’s attention, and there is a second of dead silence as, in unison, they scan the other for injuries. Vivi is fine judging by her alert stance and the way she is actively scanning for something to punch. The blood on her clothes is still there, but it's all dry, and she’s not hurt anymore. In fact, discounting the dirt across her face, she is a glowing picture of health. Had he done that?

“Arthur.” Her relief is tangible, reflecting his own.

“Your shoulder, it’s okay,” Arthur voices simultaneously, trying and failing to force the wings back down. Instead, they spasm erratically.

“Thank god you’re awake," Vivi grins then ducks back, "Whoa…” avoiding the closest wing which flicks out.

“Arthur, you can calm down. It’s just me.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose…they have a mind of their own,” He tries to excuse, voice going up an octave. In response, Vivi shakes the last of the sleep from her eyes, moving forward with renewed intent.  

“Here…let me just…”

“No!” He flinches back automatically, remembering just how delicate the appendages are. Unbidden, the image of Lewis, reaching, grabbing his shirt, and holding him over that cliff, comes steamrolling to the forefront of his mind. Feathers go every which way, forcing Vivi away least she gets whacked in the face.

“I’m not going to do anything…I’ll just direct them. Maybe if you follow where I’m touching, you’ll be able to move better...feel out the new muscles,” She continues, trying for a gentle, calming tone. She is giving him that concerned motherly expression, which Arthur takes a few seconds to register in amongst his fear. Right. This is the living room. There is no Lewis here…Where is Lewis?

“Sorry. They’re really sensitive,” He explains, finding it hard to focuses on Vivi, the wings, and his sinking worry for Lewis all at once.  

“I’ll be careful.”

He forces Lewis to one side, concentrating on Vivi. Stiffly, he nods at her unasked question. She inches forward, carefully reaching out, grabbing the closest wing. Now Arthur isn’t panicking, they are slightly more manageable, and Vivi runs a hand along the joint where the longest flight feathers meet the shorter, stubbier ones. Arthur closes his eyes and focuses on the light tingle of her fingertips. Slowly, the adrenalin fades, the wings droop, lowing, and Arthur finally managers to releases the tension along his back. The wings flop to the floor in a dishevelled mess and lie still.

“Phew…That was…something. Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah. Sure. I mean, apart from the new limbs, I’m at 100%. Absolutely peachy,” Arthur snarks, also collapsing down onto the couch, too weary to try moving. That is the second time the dumb things have gone crazy on him in the short period he’s had them.  

Vivi sighs and folds back onto the carpet beside him, “Well, Mr ‘absolutely peachy’ I hope you don’t mind if I follow up on that statement with a boatload of questions. A lot is going on here, and I’m not sure how to feel about most of it.”

“You and me both,” Arthur mutters to musty upholstery. He peeks up at her. She is frowning. He takes a second to properly examine his surroundings. He is definitely in the Kingsman living room though he’s not quite sure how he came to be here. The windows, he remembers them being broken, are covered pieces of blue tarp and duct tape. It is giving the room a cobalt sheen. Apart from that, everything is per usual.

“May I?” Vivi interrupts his inspection, motioning toward the feathers resting alongside her, to which Arthur shrugs. He doesn’t think he is about to start flailing again, so it should be fine.

“So…From the beginning. What’s the last thing you remember?” Vivi starts their familiar catch up routine. With the two of them prone to blackouts and/or disorientating nightmares it is a depressingly common process. For a second, he’s distracted by the sensation of pulling when Vivi repositions a feather, straightening it, picking out several bits of stray hair and dirt. Honestly, it’s a losing battle. Arthur is in desperate need of a bath.

“I was out front with you. You were really hurt,” He shakes his head, looking up from the long grey-tinted feather to her face. He can still feel an echo of panic.

“I’m fine,” Vivi reassures.

“I helped you? That golden light actually did something?”

“Yeah, you healed me…It was pretty amazing, actually. I mean you read about this sort of thing in books but well…I never thought I’d see it in person. Not that I was very coherent for most of it, but, thank you." A happy smile punctuates her more serious demeanour.

Arthur grimaces, glancing away, “I don’t know how I did it…but, considering how these things,” He glares at the wing in Vivi’s lap, “just appeared, it’s probably related.”

“Oh, for sure. I wonder if it has to do with a possible celestial or angelic connection…I mean…wings and healing that’s kind of a stereotype.”  Absently, Vivi continues smoothing feathers as she talks. It feels kind of nice, like fingers running through his hair. He tries to focus on that and not other things.

“No…no…” Vivi interrupts herself, “we are doing this chronologically. There will be plenty of time to theories later. I’m getting ahead of myself. Okay, let’s rewind through the night. You tell me about the events leading up to spontaneous wing sprouting, and I’ll tell you how I got stabbed by a tree.”

His dubious expression must have been apparent because Vivi snorts. “If you think growing a few extra limbs is the craziest thing to happen in the last twelve hours, oh boy, do I have a story to give it a run for its money.”

“How about you go first then,” He suggests, somewhat amused. It’s not like he knows where to even start when explaining what happened to him. Despite the almost murder attempt, he hopes with all his being that Lewis hasn’t gone and disappeared again. Not before seeing Vivi at least. Arthur doesn’t know what he would do if that happened.  But since Vivi can’t retain anything Lewis related for more than a few seconds maybe that’s for the best.

For now.

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NOTE: This fic is now on ao3 under the title Beyond Human. It’s the usual deal, there is no new content but it’s got slightly better editing. 

Part 11; Here

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

hello msa fandom today i bring you a bunch of vaguely related doodles, tomorrow? who knows

(dont tag as arthur x shiromori. or else)