#velma daphne and fred just quit the gang

[xraynarvaez]

watching scooby doo (2002 live action) for the 1st time in a long time

#alex speaks #velma daphne and fred just quit the gang #so just started it

[peonarcya]

I think the biggest problem with "Velma" is that it doesn't feel like the show belongs to "Scooby-Doo" franchise.

Let me (try to) explain.

"Scooby-Doo" always was a light detective for kids with fun characters and interesting plot, but, of course, without anything drastic. So, when you imagine a "Scooby-Doo" cartoon for adults, you want to get similar plot with the same characters, whose personalities don't change. You want to see the same story, but with more mature additions.

For example, it would be great to see character developments that we haven't seen before. Imagine if "Scooby-Doo" characters face some internal problems and insecurities, some hard choices that come with serious consequences. They have to deal not only with crime problems, but their own too. For example, what if someone from Scooby gang is accidentally involved in crime and has to hide it from their friends. What if someone feels responsible for that crime. What if something happens that they can't trust each other. There are so many possibilities.

Also the detective line should change too. It should break the pattern. More complicated plot, more mysteries, more dilemmas, more plot twists. Real murders, for example, or real horrors. "Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island" is very close to what I'm talking about.

But what can we say about "Velma"? Well, it contains lots of typical "adult" jokes... Cringy dialogues that are written by how-do-you-do-fellow-kids screenwriters... Also we have stereotypical adult-cartoonish teenage characters, who are always mean and sarcastic and basically lose their original personalities. Daphne is a bitch, Fred is a rich asshole, Shaggy is a "beta male", and Velma herself is... well, definitely not quite charming nerd you expect her to be. And Scooby-Doo is absent. Detective line could be interesting, but the pacing is already horrible.

If you look at it, "Velma" is a typical adult animated sitcom. I can even say that it isn't about Scooby-Doo gang at all. The creators just decided to insert the main characters from "Scooby-Doo", so the show will get a lot of hype. But in reality it's just original characters who don't have anything in common with "Scooby-Doo" characters.

Some might say that this is a parody show, but, well... "Scooby-Doo" doesn't really fit for parody cartoon, especially with such tasteless jokes, weak plot and annoying characters.

#velma the series #velma dinkley #velma #velma hbo max #scooby doo #hbo max

[random-dragon-exe]

I gotta say, I find it amusing that the Dead End characters in some ways embody the Scooby Doo mystery gang.

The first main example I can think of is Norma. Who is quite literally inspired by both Daphne and Velma. (The color palette of Daphne, but functions similarly to Velma)

However since she mostly embodies Velma, she's basically the Velma of the group.

In contrast, we have Badyah as Daphne over here and I mostly say this because her and Norma are often paired together to solve a mystery. (Yes, I know she wears glasses like Velma, but I'm making her the Daphne).

Then we have Barney and Pugsley filling the role of Shaggy and Scooby. This is a more obvious one as both dogs are capable of talking. Not to mention Barney has been shown to be more fearful of the paranormal and has stated that he's a foodie (although it's show less in him and way more in Shaggy)

Then finally, there's Logs filling the role of Fred. They're both cool and confident, but also have their moments of being scared too. They're also pretty technical (Fred with traps and Logs with park safety). Also Fred is the driver of the mystery machine and from what we see in the show, Logs is the only one seen driving.

So yeah, I just wanted to share my observations about this.

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[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂

🅂🄲🄾🄾🄱🅈 🄳🄾🄾 🄰🄽🄳 🅃🄷🄴 🅉🄾🄼🄱🄸🄴 🄸🅂🄻🄰🄽🄳 🅇 13 🅈/🄾 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ʙᴇᴀɴ

“The Kid doesn’t talk much” said Lena holding you affectionately from the shoulders, while smiling at the now a little grown-up Mystery Gang.

You just waved silently, with a shy smile on your lips, ‘cause that was true, you didn’t liked to talk much, It always bringed you problems so you just prefered to shut your mouth and avoid problems.

“Well, aren’t you cute!” squealed a red-haired woman, kneeling before you to hold your face between her soft hands, smiling even more when you let her be while closing your eyes to the comforting touch of her hands and smell of sweet, expensive perfume that Daphne’s body emaned.

“You look quite intelligent too, Kiddo” speaked a woman a little more shorter than Daphne, adjusting her glasses and admiring you with a soft smile, you looked down with a hint of blush on your cheeks, adoring the attention.

Lena giggled at your shy behavior and the rest of the new inhabitants of Simon’s manor introduced themselves while Lena guided Daphne and Vilma to meet Simone.

“I’m Fred, How do you do?” introduced himself a blonde man in his thirties lending you his hand, hand which you gladly took within your small ones to make a handshake.

“Heya, I’m Shaggy and this is Scooby Doo!” said the guy with the green T-Shirt with a huge smile plastered on his lips, pointing at him while saying the first name that leaved his mouth to point to a friendly looking dog when he said ‘Scooby Doo’.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

Well, that was how y’all met, but now the situation was far from a friendly greeting. Yeah, now you were standing next to Simone, shyly holding her hand with cry baby tears forming at your eyes as you saw a tied up and scared version of Fred, Vilma, Daphne and Beau lying on the floor right in front of you.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

“We thought we could trust you!!” shouted an angry Vilma, looking at you with eyes full of anger and disbelief, you just looked to the side while trying to cover your teary eyes with strands of hair.

“Well~ That was a huge mistake as you can see” said Simone, hugging you close to her body while looking with a smug grin at the grown ups tied before her eyes.

“We may start with the ritual now” said Lena, looking evily at the lunar clock that was standing in the middle of the cave-room.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

As you can tell, the ritual never came up right, as Shaggy and Scooby appeared followed by a horde of zombies and they accidentally beat up Simone, Lena and Pierre who even using their cat shaped forms couldn’t win the fight among all those living dead.

And surely you are wondering... ¿Where were you aaaall that time? That’s easy, you were knocked out thanks to Daphne and Vilma hitting your cursed doll against the wall.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

“What shall we do? The Kid isn’t a cat shaped monster! We can’t just- leave this little one to die here!!” rambled Shaggy, while pointing your still inconscious body a few meters away from him once the fight was over.

“Yeah, I agree with him, we aren’t that cruel, are we?” supported him Daphne, walking over your body and lifting you up in her arms.

“Well, we could always adopt the kid...” said Fred, walking to Daphne’s side and hugging her slightly while being careful to not crush your pre-teen body.

Now all the eyes were on Vilma, wanting her sincere opinion on all these ideas. Velma just shrugged with a sweet smile plastered on her lips, allowing the gang to start cheering happily while you still slept in Daphne’s arms.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

And now, while you are happily sitting in the backseats of the Mystery Machine, with Scooby curled up beside you, while Shaggy’s slightly snoring while asleep next to you, with his head buried in your shoulder. Hearing Daphne ramble to Vilma and Fred about new ideas for her TV program with the calming sound of the radio in a low volume the only thing you can think of is how lucky you turned out to be...

First by being taken in by two cat shaped monsters disguised as beautiful human Women who decided not to kill you but to keep you alive If you swore to not try and warn any “guest” of the manor.

And then by being saved by this beautifuly funny gang who now has turned into your little found family.

#Scooby Doo #Scooby Doo x reader #Scooby #Shaggy Rogers #Shaggy x reader #Vilma x reader #Daphne x reader #Daphne Blake #Fred Johnes #Fred x reader #Scooby Doo MI #Scooby Doo fanart

[cutekittenlady]

Y'know if you think about it

You, Arven, Nemona, Penny, and Koraidon/Miraidon are basically just the pokemon version of the Mystery Inc Gang.

I mean Miraidon/Koraidon obviously have the role of the hypercompetent, but still somewhat comedic and adorable (and sometimes cowardly tho that seems like an unfair reading of their situation).

Nemona's got all of Daphnes confidence, a wealthy background, and while shes more of a tom boy than daphne, plenty of scooby doo adaptations have daphne as athletic so I don't see that as much of a compromise. Besides its not beyond Nemona to appreciate fashion she likes.

Penny is obviously Velma, but in her case its more because the two fill similarly eye-glassed smart guy roles than anything too definitely.

As for Arven and the MC its honestly a toss up on whose fred and whose shaggy depending on your interpretations of their characters. I mean, MC has the character dynamic with the animal companion character that shaggy has, but Arven is more of a cook and I *believe* its implied Shaggys quite the connoisseur.

So yeah. Up to you lol.

#scooby doo #pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scarvio #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #nemona #penny #arven #miraidon #koraidon #florian #juliana #i looked it up thats literally the player characters designated name #pokemon koraidon #pokemon miraidon #pokemon nemona #pokemon penny #pokemon arven #pokemon florian #pokemon juliana #trainer nemona #rival nemona #trainer arven #rival arven #trainer penny #rival penny #team star penny #i dont know what else to tag these guys

[mrhyde-mrseek]

(ED MENTION!)

Been rewatching Scooby Doo Mystery Inc. and hyperfixating on small town gothic mystery aesthetics, so here’s my version of the gang if I were to write my own adaptation:

Fred

19, engineering major

6’2”

Autistic

His special interest is traps

Asexual and biromantic, he/him

In a pre-established relationship with Daphne, they’re a ride-or-die couple and can sometimes be sappy to the point that they gross the others out

The heart of the group, brought everyone together, is usually the one to cool down arguments

Decent at cooking but REALLY good at baking

Gets ascots from Daphne every year for his birthday

Knew Velma a little in high school, mainly from physics and math but never got to actually know her until college

Got the Mystery Machine from a sketchy car dealer when he turned 16 and loves the old rust bucket to death

Velma:

18, forensics science major, minor in history

4’11”

Also autistic, self-diagnosed because it’s really hard to get a diagnosis

Lesbian and genderqueer, she/they

Had a crush on Daphne a few years ago, but when Daphne and Fred got together she forced herself to ignore it until it eventually went away

LOVES true crime podcasts, kinda wants to start their own one day

Super blunt and sarcastic, can sometimes come off as rude to the people who don’t know them that well

Struggled with an eating disorder for a while, Shaggy helped her recover and now they’re best friends

Tech wiz

Daphne:

19, fashion design major

5’6”

Pan, she/her

Grew up in a wealthy family with four older sisters, was always pressured by her parents to fit their image of perfection, so she eventually started deliberately doing things to piss them off

Starting a relationship with Fred was the breaking point and now she doesn’t talk to them (she still keeps in touch with her sisters, though)

Natural blonde, dyes her hair

The most athletic out of all of them, used to do gymnastics and dance throughout middle school and high school

Quit when she realized how much it was negatively affecting her body image

Hates when people assume she’s ditzy just because she’s hyperfeminine

Looks mean at first, is actually super sweet

Fascinated with ghosts and cryptids

Loves ‘80s and ‘90s Heathers-inspired fashion

Shaggy:

20, culinary arts major but was undecided for a while

5’9”

Aroace, he/him

Mix of hippie and grunge aesthetic

Definitely smokes weed

Loves ‘70s and ‘80s music

Has a panic disorder, ADHD, and dyslexia

Has seen every classic horror movie to ever exist despite being terrified of them

Everyone assumes the Mystery Machine belongs to him until someone in the Mystery Gang corrects them

Will eat basically any type of food you put in front of him

Shitty relationship with his parents since they have unreachable expectations for him and constantly compare him to his classmates and cousins

Scooby:

Shaggy’s psychiatric service “dog”

Not actually a dog—in reality he’s an alien who crash-landed near Shaggy’s house and took the form of a Great Dane, the Rogers got him trained as a service dog for Shaggy’s panic disorder, and the rest is history

Shaggy still has no idea (although he and the gang do think it’s weird that Scoob can talk)

Despite being a bit of a coward he’d do anything to protect the gang, especially Shaggy

Likes horror movies just as much as Shaggy

Will eat literal garbage if hungry enough (which is all the time)

Started developing doglike traits over the years (barks at people walking by, hates the vacuum, developed a taste for dog treats, etc.)

Also here’s the full body photos i drew:

#i’m very out of practice with drawing dogs if you can’t tell #i’ve also been listening to the podcast heart starts pounding while drawing these and the vibes have been immaculate #scooby doo #scooby gang #scooby doo au #college au #scooby doo adaptation #shaggy rogers #shaggy and scooby #fred jones #velma dinkley #daphne blake #scooby doo redesign #cw ed mention

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Hey hey idk if you're doing requests at the moment but can I have yandere poly (if you're comfy doing poly) scooby gang with a gentle giant female s/o? Like she towers over the whole gang but doesn't like violence unless necessary.

She's like that one meme

"Normaly I'm the healer but... not today" *pulls out a gun*

Thanks if you do this!!

🍄: i don’t write poly,,, but i cannot not write this. i love poly scooby gang in general! thank YOU for this request :3 im writing this as reader is willing as well 😭 i cannot imagine gentle giant resisting nor can i imagine the gang being tooo dubious

Poly!yandere!Scoobygang x giant!Reader:

let’s start with all of them are enamored with how tall you are !!!

you’re always sitting in the back with shaggy and scooby, sometimes making freddy jealous

they all argue over how they’re going to split up and find clues with you

You sit there chilling like ☺️ guys we take turns

sometimes Shaggy wins bc if the particular mystery is super scary, Scooby refuses to go without you

sometimes Velma will come with you and shaggy and scooby to tag along

Normally daphne and fred would be like :( without velma or you but they sometimes don’t mind the alone time either

and vice versa as well when its just shaggy and velma (and scooby ofc but yk dog)

shaggy gets shy around your tall nature and will sometimes pretend to be brave with scooby to protect you but he always ends up jumping in your arms

speaking of jumping into your arms lol 😭 the cut scenes of when you guys are running around trying to run away from the ghoul you guys are trying to debunk: at some point you do end up carrying all five of them in your arms

they all swoon

you help Fred make his traps when he needs to reach certain places.

you and daphne listen to his ramblings while helping him with it

Daphne is your personal stylist ofc

She cannot have one of her cuties being raggedy! Shaggy has the shaggy look down and it’s cute in him, but anyone else? puh-lease!

ofc her daddy’s and mommy’s money pays for your customized clothes bc of your height. sometimes it’s hard to shop lol

Velma is the shyest around you

whether you’re lanky like shaggy or muscular johnny bravo

girl swoons over you literally. she loves going to libraries with you and watching you grab her books for her

Shaggy can too tbh but he likes eating more than reading so you’re taken to the library instead

Shaggy cooks for everyone (canon, sometimes fred joins) but he makes your food portions just like his 😭

big sandwiches and ridiculous toppings and all! unless you have preferences, then scooby will be like “ruh-uh (Y/N) doesn’t like that!”

Scooby stays near you and shaggy as a given

love the personal headcanon that he’ll give you and shaggy warnings if you guys don’t see something that can hurt you guys

so quite literally the look out dog for you

kinda funny how you’re seen as the intimidating one bc your height but it’s literally the whole gang everyone has to worry about 😭

god forbid anyone makes you tear up

the whole gang is pulling up with their personal weapon of choice

Daphne doesn’t even need a weapon 🙏🏽 she just karate kicks them in the throat and then hands you her handkerchief (she keeps it)

sometimes with daphne or velma being taken as hostage, that’s when you put on the brave face to find them by yourself

much to the boys dismay when they realize you disappear too leaving it to shaggy to find the ghoul with you chasing you

“Found them Freddy!”

“Where’d you put Daphne/Velma monster!” is your shout as you continue to chase

“I’ll build trap!”

You hear Freddy and shaggy and set trap up

sometimes it changes but it goes something like that every now and then

with how willing you with the gang and the adventures, you almost forget they’re yandere for you

until it’s time to split up again or it’s time to figure out who gets to sleep next to you (they’re all jealous of scooby for being a dog and being able to sleep on your legs)

#long as hell tags #scooby doo #scooby gang #scooby gang x reader #scooby gang headcanons #fred #shaggy rogers #shaggy rogers x reader #shaggy rogers headcanons #velma dinkley #velma dinkley x reader #daphne blake #daphne blake headcanons #daphne blake x reader #fred jones #fred jones x reader #fred jones headcanons #scooby doo where are you #scooby universe #🍄 writing #🍄

[ohdeedraws]

Bit late to the trend but since the Velma show butchered the scooby gang so badly, I've seen people sharing their ideas for a scooby doo rewrite and I wanted to share an idea for a reboot I've been working on for a while now.

The story would take place in Coolsville, a small town famous for the high number of disappearances every year and the rumors of monsters, a witches curse and other paranormal activities. It's also famous for its renowned Personal Dectecives, Mystery Inc.

The gang would be older in this, probably in their 40s. They have grown up in Coolsville and become local celebrities. Aside from Mystery Solving, they have their own lives and families.

Daphne became the writer of an immensly popular series of mystery books detailing the gangs adventures throughout the years (I'd imagine these to be episodes of the past shows, eg. 'What a Night for a Knight' from Where Are You, 'Camp comeoniwannascareya' etc., because yes, they're canon in this reboot). She married a famous fashion designer (but during the events of the story they're going through a divorce because she has finally come to terms that she is a lesbian). She has three kids.

Fred coaches the local highschool football team when he's not inventing new traps or catching monsters. He married a woman who works as the main news presenter on the local channel and he loves her dearly, more than his traps. Together they have two children.

Velma's main focus is Mystery Inc. But on the side she runs the local book shop, the main supplier of Daphne's books. She was married to an English Professor who works at the University a few hours outside of town, but they realised they weren't right for eachother and got divorced. They had one child together.

Shaggy runs a cooking/food review blog where reviews food from all over the world and shares his own recipes and tutorials, all with his trusted dog Scooby by his side of course. He's a single parent of one, and no one talks about his wife because, quite honestly, no one knows who she is.

The Gang are still close, like family, even after all this time. But the show wouldn't focus on them, it would focus on their eldest kids.

Let's meet them!

Grey Matthews-Blake is the richest kid in Coolsville. He's often seen wearing his father's newest line of clothes and his signature designer green sunglasses (that he even wears inside). He's known to be quite dramatic, sarcastic, and generally uninterested in anything to do with his mother and her job.

Wren Dinkley is often told that it's hard to believe they're the Velma Dinkley's child. Whether it's when their preforming their heart out on the stage during whatever production the local theatre group are putting on, or failing science, Wren doesn't let it get them down. They're headstrong, passionate, and totally comfortable with themselves...'totally'.

Cassia Jones is the nicest girl in town. She's captain of Coolsville Field Hocky Team, Head of the debate team and Student Body President. She's bubbly, hard working and determined to live up to the Jones legacy and make her father proud.

Billie Rogers doesn't care what her dad and dog tell her, she knows the supernatural rumors in town are real. And she's going to be the first person to prove it. She's talkative, outgoing, and very knowledgeable in the paranormal - much to her dad's dismay.

Despite their parents relationships, the kids aren't that close. The town's folk expect them to be just like their parents and that couldnt be farther from the truth. But they do have one thing in common with the Original Gang, their mystery solving talent. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason (*wink* plot *wink*) their parents are strongly against them following in their footsteps.

But things come to head one day when Mystery Inc disappear, and the local police turn up useless in the investigation.

Now its up to the kids, Billie, Wren, Grey and Cassia to band together to take up the jobs left in Mystery Inc's absence and find their parents. But in doing so they'll discover that their quaint small town is not all that it's seems and have to unearth a witches spellbook, an old grudge and an ancient evil that many have tried to escape but no one has defeated.

Ft. Side Characters such as The Suspects aka Jinx and Mozz McKnight (daughter and son of Thorn from the Hex Girls!), RJ Herring (Son of Red Herring), and other callbacks from all of scooby doo lore!

This is just the bare bones explanation, I'll go deeper into each character in their own posts and introductions. But this is my own little passion project. I've been obsessed with scooby doo since forever and I've always wanted to make my own iteration :)

#scooby doo #scooby doo reboot #rewrite #shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #daphne blake #fred jones #original characters #writerblr #I'm taking Scooby Doo back from HBO #They're my OCs now

[tryan-a-bex]

Five Guesses Why Hob is Immortal and One Broken Plate

(The Scooby Gang tries to figure out why Hob is immortal.)

Read it on ao3. Inspired by this Tumblr post by @just-j-really and the continuation by @pumpkinkingsalem.

“Ruh-roh!”

Rattle, rattle, clunk, clunk, wheeze-shudder.

“That doesn’t sound good!” Daphne exclaimed as Fred pulled the Mystery Machine over to the side of the road. Fred shook his head in resignation and looked around at their surroundings.

“Time to grab a late lunch, I think, and then I’ll take a look at the engine!” 

“Oh yeah, man! Food!” Shaggy interjected, piling out of the van and heading straight for The New Inn across the road, Scooby hard on his heels.

“I hope they allow dogs,” Velma commented as she followed at a more sedate pace. 

Inside the Inn, Shaggy and Scooby were contemplating the menu. Fred, Daphne and Velma joined them as the brown-haired man singing under his breath behind the counter looked up and gave them a bright smile. Fred grimly reined Shaggy’s order in to an amount this size establishment could produce in a reasonable amount of time, and Velma asked if it would be a problem for Scooby to stay under their table.

“Oh, no, that’s quite fine, as long as he’s polite!” Hob (according to his name tag) reassured them. Then he turned away to start preparing their order, once again humming the little tune he’d been singing when they entered.

“That’s such a pretty tune he’s humming!” Daphne exclaimed as Fred took their number and turned to find a table for them.

Velma’s forehead wrinkled. “It has the tone progressions you’d expect from a tune from the late Middle Ages, but it’s not one of the ones I’m familiar with.”

“What are you saying?” Fred asked as they all slid into a booth, Scooby getting comfortable under the table where he had the best chance at scraps.

“It just seems weird that he’d casually sing such an old song,” Velma pondered.

“Yeah, and what’s with his weird name?” Shaggy asked.

“It’s a very early variation on Robert,” Velma explained. 

“Ooh, do you think he’s immortal?” Daphne asked. “Because a time traveller wouldn’t just be serving food but an immortal might!”

The crew looked at her and nodded contemplatively.

“Oh, man! Like what if he’s a ghost!” Shaggy exclaimed. They all looked surreptitiously over at the man preparing their food.

“He’s not translucent,” Daphne pointed out. 

“He’s not trying to scare people,” Velma added.

“We’ll put a pin in that one,” Fred decided. “What else do we have?”

“He could be a Chosen One, a valiant hero who spent hundreds of years in another land where time flows differently, like Narnia or something!” Daphne suggested, sighing romantically.

“Hmmm, that’s a good one,” Velma agreed. “I wonder if he still has magic now that he’s back?”

“He’s good-looking enough for it!” Fred pointed out as Shaggy nodded in affirmation. Then they paused in their speculation as Hob brought their drinks over to their table, still smiling as he distributed them and nodding in response to their thanks as he turned back to the counter, humming the same tune once again.

“Any other ideas?” Fred prompted once he was out of ear shot.

“It’s possible he was captured by fae, and only recently returned,” Velma suggested.

“Do you think he would tell us if we asked him?” Daphne wondered.

“Let’s try to figure it out first!” Fred said.

“Like, I’d kidnap him if I was a fae,” Shaggy admitted, stirring the ice cubes in his drink. “I don’t know though, like, what if he’s a vampire? That would be scary!”

“Ooh, yes!” Daphne exclaimed as the whole group shivered deliciously.

“Like, we should order something with lots of garlic, and then we’ll see if he can serve it!” Shaggy suggested enthusiastically.

“No more food, Shaggy!” Fred protested.

“He seems fine in the sunlight coming through the window,” Velma pointed out, as she sipped her smoothie.

“He may just be a very old vampire,” countered Daphne. “I know! We could stake him!”

“No!” shouted Fred, Velma and Shaggy, in tones of command, reason and terror.

“Scooby,” Fred ordered,  ”when he comes over again, you sniff him to see if he smells like blood.”

“Ro rampire!” Scooby protested, shrinking back farther under the table.

“Oh, I’ve got another one!” Fred leaned in, gesturing with his mug. “What if he made a deal with the devil? For immortality in exchange for his soul? Or his first born, or something?”

“Oooh, that’s so evil!” Velma objected. “He had such a sunny smile, it’s hard to believe that of him!”

Daphne repeated a lesson they’d learned well in their time together: “You can’t always trust appearances!” The crew looked at Hob as he came out of the kitchen, trying to surreptitiously scan him for devil’s marks.

Hob approached with their food, once more giving them a bright smile. He put a plated sandwich in front of three of them and a plate with five sandwiches stacked on it in front of Shaggy. 

“Do you need anything for your dog?” he asked, hunkering down to reach a hand out to Scooby.

“Could we have a bowl of water? And any meat scraps you have in the kitchen?” Fred requested.

“Sure thing!” After Scooby sniffed and licked his hand, he gave him a little scratch on the head and turned back to the kitchen. A moment later he was back with a couple bowls, one with water and one with scraps.

Scooby and Shaggy dug into their food as the rest of the gang watched him return to the counter. The door opened as he passed it, and they watched in fascination as he greeted the newcomer with “Hello, love!” and a kiss on the cheek. The tall, thin, milky pale man with wild black hair and a long black trench coat took a seat at the counter, and they could see as he started a conversation with Hob that he was familiar with the space as well as the man.

“If he was captured by fae, that’s the fae that took him!” Velma’s eyes were wide, but not even she was sure if it was curiosity, fear, or the compelling charisma of the stranger. She took a big bite of her sandwich, pretending not to watch the two men at the counter.

“I don’t know,” Daphne said, chasing the olive that rolled off her sandwich and across the table when she took out the toothpick, “he doesn’t seem mind controlled, or resentful of a captor.” It was true, Velma thought. The two just looked very much in love.

Shaggy finally looked up from his meal. “Oh, like, that one’s the vampire, for real!”

“Ro rud!” Scooby argued.

“No blood, eh?” Fred considered. “What if your first idea was right, Shaggy, and he’s a ghost, and this guy is Death???”

“Yeah, that could be! He fits some of the mythological stereotypes for Death characters!” Velma enthused.

“Oh no!” shuddered Shaggy, “Not Death! That’s almost scary enough to turn me off my food! Almost!” he clarified, squishing his remaining three sandwiches together and taking a big bite.

”Or,” Daphne countered, swallowing a mouthful, ”what if he was in Narnia and this is the wizard who brought him back to Earth!?”

“He looks very wizardly, I could buy that,” Fred nodded, picking up the second half of his sandwich. “I can also see why he’d choose to stay here with Hob!”

“Yeah,” Daphne agreed. “Hob’s very good looking, and so is the wizard, for that matter! They look besotted with each other!”

“On the other hand,” contended Velma, toying with her crusts, “if it was a deal with the devil, this could be the devil. Maybe he’s some kind of incubus demon. Or would he be a succubus?” she wondered, squinting at him. Scooby moaned in fear from under the table.

“Ro Reath! Ro revil! Ro remon!”

Fred shook his head in sympathy as he considered his last bite. “There are too many options and not enough ways to narrow them down. He seems like a decent person. Maybe we should circle back to Daphne’s idea and just ask him.”

“No, no, no!” Shaggy shook his head vehemently. ”He could be a ghost! He consorts with a fae, or maybe the devil! If that’s a wizard or Death, I don’t want to offend him by interrogating his boyfriend!”

“Don’t look now,” Fred whispered conspiratorially, “but he’s looking over at us!”

Daphne, of course, looked. When the dark stranger smirked at her, she jumped so hard she knocked her nearly empty plate to the floor. She tried to catch it, succeeding only in falling from the booth as it smashed and Scooby carefully wolfed up the leftovers of her sandwich.

“Jeepers!” she shouted from the floor.

The whole gang froze in terror as the stranger languidly rose from his stool, pacing gracefully towards them while calling over his shoulder, “Hob, bring a broom.”

He stood over Daphne, looking down at her with a slightly bemused expression on his face, and held out a hand to help her up. She blushed a becoming pink and courageously took his hand, getting to her feet as Hob ran up with the broom.

“Ah, no worries, I’ll have this cleaned up in a moment!” Hob got to work with the broom as his dark lover smirked again.

“Hob, they are not worried about the plate.”

“What? They’re not?” Hob looked more closely at the gang, suddenly noticing that their faces were betraying much more fear than could reasonably be attributed to breaking a plate in an eating establishment. He looked curiously at his tall friend.

“They have been telling themselves stories about you, and about me.”

Shaggy was not the only one who thought he might pee his pants at that. The gang was petrified, waiting to hear their punishment. They hadn't considered that he might be able to overhear! Well, thought Velma a bit hysterically, we’ll probably be able to tell which theory was correct by what the punishment is!

“Have you, then?” Hob inquired with another one of his lovely, sunshiny smiles. (It was slightly reassuring.) “You should tell us your stories, then. He’s the Prince of Stories.”

The gang took a collective breath of relief as Hob and the Prince of Stories pulled over chairs.

Velma began, “You see, we noticed the song you were humming. It’s about as old as your name, but neither name nor song are in current use.” 

The Prince of Stories glanced at Hob. “I told you your humming would get you in trouble one day.”

“It’s been over a hundred years since I’ve been caught! These kids are more observant and well-educated than most people, and they’re really good at connecting dots if they got “immortal” out of that!”

“Hmmmmm.”

Fred continued, ”We ruled out time travel because serving food didn’t seem like quite the thing for a time traveller.”

“We thought you were, like, a ghost! And that guy was Death!” Shaggy announced.

The Prince of Stories nodded. “It would not be the first time I was mistaken for my sister.” The gang tensed up again at that, until Hob’s calm countenance reassured them again. Hmmm, thought Velma, we’re in the realm of gods and eldritch beings rather than fae or wizards now.

“So you’re not a fae, then,” she guessed. “That was another theory, that you were a fae who had captured Hob and kept him in Faerie while time flew by in this plane of reality.”

Hob grinned. “Ah, yes! That was one of my initial theories as well, when we first met! I also thought perhaps I’d accidentally made a deal with the  devil!” He laughed and gazed fondly at his lover.

“I am neither fae nor devil.”

“That rules out my theory, then,” Fred said. “You didn’t seem like the type.”

Daphne nodded. “Scooby ruled out vampires earlier, so that leaves my theory. I thought you were a Chosen One, a hero who travelled dimensions and rescued worlds, returning here when your adventures were over, to retire with the wizard who facilitated your travel.”

“Oh, I like that one, Dream!” Hob gazed adoringly at his lover.  “How romantic, a conquering hero, settling down with my magical love!”

“You are that for me, as I am for you.”

“So you did live in Narnia?” Daphne asked breathlessly.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing so fun as that.” Hob glanced at Dream, who nodded minutely. Apparently he had decided these young people had earned the truth with their stories. “I’m just a regular human who decided one day that I wasn’t going to die. And I haven’t.”

The Prince of Stories smirked at him. “It helped that my sister wanted to set me up with you.”

“She has good taste!” Hob protested.

“Oh, I am never complaining!” Dream retorted.

“But who are you?” Fred insisted.

“I am Dream of the Endless, and that is the end of what I will tell you.”

The Endless, thought Velma, and took it as a challenge.

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The wild conspiracy boarding on the Fuckboi Dream discussion server was the catalyst that finally got this out of my head and onto paper. You, my friends, are unhinged in the very best way. The fic is a WILD RIDE and I highly recommend it! (Be over 18 and mind the tags before you read the fic!) Thank you, @dancinbutterfly for writing the fic and @meadowziplines @hellfridge and @tabrises for conspiring with me that morning. (If I missed anyone lmk and I'll tag you.)

With much appreciation for my excellent beta reader, SadRumiHours!

Also, I feel like I should explain why Daphne blushed becomingly. If I had been in Daphne’s head, she would have blushed nervously. If I had been in Dream’s head, she would have blushed inexplicably. But you see, I was in Velma’s head…

More of my writing is under #tryana find it back.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #dreamling #hob gadling #scooby doo #scooby gang #fred jones #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #tryana find it back #the sandman fanfiction

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Since the Velma show is so uhhhhh Like That, here's my pitch for an adult Scooby Doo show:

The most similar existing Scooby thing is On Zombie Island and the two biggest inspirations/points of comparison outside of Scooby Doo are Scream (particularly MTV Scream) and Cabin in the Woods.

The gang are college upperclassmen, juniors and/or seniors.

Fred started as a finance major but switched to criminal justice. Daphne’s a journalism major. Shaggy's getting a fine art degree and his concentration is ceramics, Velma's major is physics.

Fred and Shaggy were roommates freshman year and had an enemies to besties situation because they were so different. Mostly the problem was that Fred's upbringing was super sheltered and old money, prep school, country club, young republicans - so when he meets Shaggy he's like how tf do I deal with people who aren't from my very rigid uptight wealthy background? But he lets go of that bullshit really quickly and now he and Shaggy are inseparable and have chosen to continue to live together since.

Daphne is Fred's high school sweetheart, they both went to single gender prep schools but they were like "sibling" schools that held co-ed events together. She's from the same super rigid old money world as him but she's always been more rebellious and aware of the outside world than he was. Maybe they broke up for a while because even tho they decided to go to the same university, they wanted different college experiences and she was a big party girl freshman and sophomore years, but now she's calmed down a little and he's opened up, so they're the most compatible they've ever been and they find their way back to each other.

Velma and Shaggy met in an art class that she was taking as an elective and he was taking as part of his main course work. She'd never done any kind of art before and was super nervous but Shaggy was really encouraging and they became buddies and she discovered a new interest and made all her free electives be art classes after that. If Shaggy's having a hard time getting a sculpture to be structurally stable, he comes to Velma for physics assistance.

Shaggy decides to adopt a dog and he's on the humane society website like look at this weird dog, it says he's been there for months, how come nobody has adopted him? So he takes Fred and they go to the humane society and they meet this fucked up Great Dane that nobody else wants and they agree to adopt him.

That's when Weird Shit TM starts happening on campus and in the surrounding town. It is NOT monster of the week but maybe the first couple episodes are sort of falsely monster of the week seeming, until they realize everything is connected. Definitely keeping the villian's motivation as some horrible destructive ultra capitalist scheme, and it hits close to home for Fred and Daphne because that's kind of the world they're from, but it's also supernatural somehow and Scooby's nature as a not-quite-normal dog is tied into it, the four of them like, become fated to solve this problem because they welcome Scooby into their lives. Stakes are high, the supernatural is real and death is permanent. The gang should lose peripheral friends and have to figure out the mystery while also mourning, and the villian or one (or more) of the villian's henchmen is someone in the gang's outer circle. Like maybe the big bad is the president of the university and Daphne's sorority sisters and Shaggy's plug and Velma's advisor are all in on it.

Velma IS a lesbian, and Indian. If we're making one of them black it's gotta be Fred or Daphne, I hate that they made the stoner character black in the Velma show lol that was my first red flag. I mean, in this I think they're all stoners, they do the round table That 70's Show thing, Shaggy is just the only one with a Stoner Personality. And I think it's cool for him to be non-white, it just feels cringey to me for him to be black. But I think it could be really interesting for one of the super wealthy upper crust characters to have to realize that they were really insulted from racism in their specific community but that doesn't mean that it isn't still a big deal everywhere else, and maybe even looking back they DID experience racism growing up, they just didn't realize it. Perhaps they're even mixed race, half black half white and have to deal with the intersecting privilege and oppression that simultaneously brings them. Fred is bi but still figuring it out, Shaggy is nb but enjoys masculinity and just doesn't give a shit about how other people perceive his gender, it's a more internal experience for him, and he defies gender conventions in subtle ways.

#scooby doo #velma the series #fred jones #norville shaggy rogers #daphne blake #velma dinkley #mtv scream #cabin in the woods #mine #sorry to break from corey content but all spooky people like scooby doo right? #i think this belongs here

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One of Us

A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated/Mystery Skulls Crossover

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Chapter Fourteen

Soul on Fire

Thanks to Lewis and Velma, they now had resources from the Haunted Museum, the chest of clues from Darrow University, and the books the Mystery Skulls had collected from the Darrow Library to go through along with the Mystery Skulls’ vast collection. 

Mystery Inc. was already familiar with the Darrow University texts. As was Mr. E, who was the one who stole them and sent them to the gang in the first place. But it was new to the Mystery Skulls and there was a lot of new information to be taken from their new sources.

They kept at it for another couple of hours, and Daphne only became distracted when, at about 6:30 or so, she was putting a couple of dead-end books back on the top floor of the library and a painting caught her eye. 

It wasn’t exactly Daphne’s style, but all the same there was something beautiful about it. It wasn’t moving or otherwise haunted. In fact, it was quite different from most of the paintings in the house. It was Japanese, for starters. And it was old. Very old - so old that the Mystery Skulls had seen fit to display it behind glass. It was of a warrior, her sword raised in combat against an enormous… Wolf? With multiple tails. 

There was something familiar about that warrior… and the creature she was fighting. 

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Vivi asked.

“Who is she?” Daphne asked.

“That,” Vivi said proudly, “Is Mushi. She was a warrior of the Onna-musha - basically the female equivalent of the samurai. She was also my ancestor.” 

“Oh, really? Wow! She was beautiful.” Daphne said.

“Yeah, the blue hair is kind of a dead giveaway,” Vivi laughed.

“So… what’s that she’s fighting?” Daphne asked. 

It didn’t escape her notice the way Vivi hesitated before she answered. “A kitsune,” she finally said. “A powerful shape-shifting fox spirit. There’s a legend in my family that Mushi fought beside one. I’ve been told… that I have a lot in common with her.” 

“Must be where you get your ‘warrior spirit’, huh?” Daphne teased. 

“Girl. You have no idea.” Vivi said with complete seriousness. 

Daphne never got to ask her what she meant by that, because that’s when everyone’s attention was seized by Velma popping out of a pile of books on the bottom floor. 

“Jinkies! Guys, take a look at this!” 

Vivi and Daphne turned away from the painting and looked over the railing to look down on the others. 

“What is it, Velma?” Fred asked. 

“This book is a sort of encyclopedia on magical artifacts. Take a look at this: The Daemon Ritus.” And she turned around to show the gang an illustration of a small, pyramid-like object. 

The Mystery Skulls looked at each other and winced.

“It says here that this object is capable of removing protoplasms and displacing them!” Velma exclaimed excitedly. 

“Okay Velma. Like, pretend that no one here understands what that means.” Shaggy said pointedly. 

“Velma-” Vivi started, but Velma interrupted.

“It can take a soul out of one body and put it into another one!” 

“Oh. Like, oh!” Shaggy cried. 

“Uh, guys…” Lewis said.

“This could switch our bodies back!” Mr. E exclaimed, getting excited. 

“We destroyed it!” Vivi blurted out. 

Mystery Inc. whirled around to look up at her. 

“Sorry to burst your bubble, guys.” Mystery said. 

“But why?” Shaggy exclaimed, banging his head against a table with frustration. 

“Keep reading. Just another paragraph down.” 

Velma’s eyes scanned the page, and she visibly paled. “Oh. Jinkies…” She said quietly. 

“Yeah. If we hadn’t destroyed it, an ancient race of demons would have used it to take over the world,” Vivi said.

“Ah, yes. The Spooky Island mystery.” Mystery said fondly. 

“That one probably would’ve made us famous, but the federal government covered it up in the end.” Lewis pouted. “Something about not wanting to cause a panic.” 

“I thought you guys said body swapping was a new one for you,” Fred said.

“Well we never actually saw the Daemon Ritus transfer a soul into a different vessel,” Vivi explained. “It was meant to steal the energy of many souls and transfer their power into one entity - which we stopped them from doing before they completed that step.”

“So as helpful as it would be to have it right now, between dealing with this and the world being already over, I’ll take this any day,” Mystery said.

“No kidding,” Scooby gulped.

“You know what? I think we’re at a good stopping point for now,” Lewis said. “I’m going to get dinner started.”

“I know I could use a break,” Fred agreed. 

“Like, yeah!” Shaggy said. “If you’re half as good at making enchiladas as flipping pancakes, then this’ll be great!” 

“Oh boy!” Scooby licked his lips. 

As they left the library behind, Daphne couldn’t help but glance back at the painting of Mushi and the kitsune. There was something important about it, she was sure of it! 

But what?

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Dinner with the Mystery Skulls was a surprisingly enjoyable affair. 

Mr. E, Shaggy, and Scooby helped in the kitchen with Vivi and Lewis while Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Mystery sat at the table and watched them work under Lewis’ direction.

Making dinner went pretty smoothly - for the most part. Scooby was eventually kicked out of the cooking process when Lewis noticed him sneaking before-dinner bites. Shaggy, being in Arthur’s body without his usual appetite, had much better self-control. 

Lewis turned on one of his playlists as they worked, and dinner was nearly done when a Mystery Skulls’ song came on. 

The enchiladas were assembled, the chili sauce and cheese was lathered generously on top, all four pans were in the oven, and the side dishes were all coming along nicely. Yes indeed, a blend of truly wonderful smells was filling the kitchen when Vivi’s voice crescendoed through the speakers. 

“Soul on- soul on- soul on fire tonight. 

Soul on- soul on- soul on fire tonight!...” 

Vivi and Lewis’ faces absolutely lit up when they realized what song was on and without even having to exchange a word about it, they exchanged flirtatious smirks and began to bob their heads

“I was born poor, I’ll probably die poor,” Lewis sang along. 

“Was born with nothing and I’ll die with less.

Hearing you singin’s got me singin’ too,

It keeps me dreaming, all I dream is you, Oh.”

Beside Velma, Daphne smiled dreamily and leaned next to Fred. Oh, brother.

As the beat of the synth ascended, Lewis and Vivi sashayed across the kitchen until they were together. The Dead Beats, having come to the sound of music, delightedly began to swirl around the room, bouncing and trilling to the beat. And as the lyrics returned, the Master and Lady of the house began to dance. 

Vivi came in for the background vocals.

“Tell~ me!”

Then Lewis with the lyrics.

“You got my soul on fire tonight!”

“Tell~ me!” 

“You’ve got my love, stare into the fire.”

“Tell~ me!”

“You’ve got my soul on fire tonight!”

“Tell~ me!”

“You’ve got my love stare- love stare!”

As the chorus repeated and Lewis and Vivi continued to rotate around the room, laughing and singing together, Velma’s eyes wandered to the others. Mystery looked pleased - clearly he approved of the relationship. Shaggy and Scooby, the goofballs (who clearly knew nothing about romantic love but that was a whole other thing) were tapping their toes. Daphne was sending Fred signals, and as usual Fred wasn’t receiving them. 

And then there was Mr. E. 

His posture was relaxed at his station, where he was keeping an eye on the black beans and rice. He was smiling, tapping his fingers and lightly nodding his head to and fro with the music. But there remained that deep sadness and longing in his eyes that Velma had caught on his face several times at random moments throughout the day, and she knew he must be thinking of Angel. 

With everything else going on, Velma had to remind herself that the wound was fresh for him and he was trying to stay strong and productive through his grief. But all the same… was it terrible that it kind of pissed her off?

The pattern from the chorus broke with Vivi singing, 

“Soul on- soul on- soul on fire tonight. 

Soul on- soul on- soul on fire tonight!...” 

Then Lewis came in with the next verse. 

“Feelin’ my dreams are never comin’ true. 

Was on my nightmare til’ it came to you.

Making me feel just like I wanted to, 

You keep me dreaming, all I dream is you. Oh!”

Then as the instrumentals crested once more, Lewis picked Vivi up effortlessly under her legs and lifted her into the air against his chest. Vivi shrieked with laughter, her arms thrown around his neck.  

Through all her cynicism, it was enough to make even Velma feel all mushy inside just looking at how happy they were together. They were so caught up in each other that they actually missed the first few lines of their return vocals. But their voices on the radio did just fine at supplementing the chorus over the sound of the lovers’ giggling. 

“Tell~ me!”

“You’ve got my soul on fire tonight!”

“Tell~ me!” 

“You’ve got my love, stare into the fire.”

“Tell~ me!”

“You’ve got my soul on fire tonight!”

“Tell~ me!”

“You’ve got my love stare- love stare!”

As the chorus repeated and the rest of the song trailed off into repeating vocals that blended with the instrumentals, Vivi grabbed Lewis by the ascot and pulled him into a kiss. 

The Dead Beats broke out into happy noises at the sight. Mystery, looking extremely pleased, looked away respectfully. Mr. E did the same, albeit while red in the face at the open display of affection. (Mr. E blushing! Definitely something that never occurred to Velma.) Daphne gushed, Freddy was smiling, and Shaggy and Scooby looked at each other and fake gagged. Of course. 

“Alright, alright. Settle down everyone,” Vivi giggled, her cheeks pink as her boyfriend set her down. 

“Sorry about that - when it comes to that song it’s easy for us to get carried away,” Lewis said with a shit-eating grin on his face. But even as he apologized Vivi was leaning against him and reaching for his hand to interlock their fingers. 

“I think it was just wonderful! Oh, it’s so romantic!” Daphne said delightedly. 

Right then, one of the timers went off for their food. 

“Eh, Lewis? What do you want me to do with this?” Mr. E asked. 

“Just stir it and turn the heat down as low as it’ll go to keep it warm until the rest is done,” Lewis said, leaving Vivi’s side to go help.

Before long, dinner was served. 

Given that they’d eat just about anything, most people often disagreed with Shaggy and Scooby on the concept of what tasted good (this was the same pair who loved clam-flavored ice cream and had once gorged themselves on years-old gator burgers), but in this case Shaggy was right. Lewis was a really good cook. While the Peppers' restaurant, Pepper Paradiso, specialized in spicy food, Lewis had adjusted his recipes to take his guests’ tastes into consideration. He’d made four batches of enchiladas: one beef, one chicken, and one of each of the original recipe, with sauce spicy enough to melt your tongue off. At least to the standards of literally everyone except Lewis, Vivi, Scooby, and Mr. E. 

How that came about was actually quite funny. Shaggy, still thinking as if he was still in his own body, tried to shove an entire spicy beef enchilada into his mouth at once and literally belched fire. He was so shocked by Arthur’s taste buds that he nearly threw up, and Scooby had to rush in to save the day by yanking his tongue out of his mouth and dousing it with ketchup to douse the heat. Then Lewis brought him an entire half-gallon jug of milk.

It wasn’t exactly funny at the moment, but once it was established that Shaggy wasn’t literally dying, everyone had a good laugh over it. 

“L-like, I’d forgotten what spicy food’s like to someone who like, doesn’t have the mouth for it,” Shaggy wheezed. 

“‘Someone who doesn’t have the mouth for it,’” Velma echoed thoughtfully, “Hey Mr. E, how well do you handle spicy food? When you’re in your own body, I mean.” 

Mr. E held up a finger ‘just a moment’, while he chewed the bite of rice and black beans in his mouth. “Not very well,” he laughed after he swallowed. “I remember I went on a trip to New Orleans one summer with Cassidy and her family, and they put Cajun in everything there. The Williamses teased me the whole time - all in good fun, of course.” And again, he was smiling, but Velma could tell that through his pain the memory of her was bittersweet.

If you loved her so much, then why weren’t you her ally- our ally? Why couldn’t you have treated her the way she deserved when she was still alive? Velma thought. But she kept those thoughts to herself. After all, Velma knew the power of the curse, so she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. She also knew that all on his own, he’d broken free of it and was trying to do better. 

But still, those bitter feelings persisted.

“Alright then Mr. E, inquiring young minds want to know,” Velma said, putting a spicy chicken enchilada on a plate and sliding it over to him. “Same person, different body. How does he fare?”

Mr. E gulped, looking around at everyone’s expectant faces as if to ask for help. “Do I have to?” 

“I mean, no one’s gonna make you,” Scooby said.

“But it is for science,” Velma said mischievously. 

“Who knows? Maybe it’ll provide a clue,” Daphne said, going along with it. 

“This is revenge, isn’t it?” Mr. E asked dryly. 

“Maybe,” all five members of Mystery Inc. said at once. 

“Fine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

After a moment of trepidation, he took a bite. 

The first good sign was that he didn’t immediately spit it out. Then he hummed, pleasantly surprised as he chewed, and swallowed. “Huh. So this is the appeal with spicy food.”

“Well? What’s it like?” Daphne asked. 

“Weird,” he replied. “I know for a fact that I’d be having about the same reaction Shaggy did if I was in my own body, but Shaggy’s taste buds are used to it so it’s just… good. Really good, actually. All the flavor with none of the pain. Thanks again for the meal, Lewis.” He said, taking another bite.

“I’m glad you like it,” Lewis said, looking very proud of himself. “I’ve been in the kitchen with the Peppers for as long as I can remember.” 

“‘With the Peppers?’ Don’t you mean your parents?” Fred asked. 

“Oh, I’m adopted,” Lewis said. “I don’t remember much of my birth parents. They died in an incident with a monster when I was… three or four, I think? Maybe five? But the Peppers have never treated me any differently from their own kids. I consider them my parents, and their bio kids are my sisters. They’re really good people.” 

“That’s terrible!” Daphne exclaimed. 

“It is,” Lewis shrugged. “But it doesn’t bother me much anymore. Maybe it’s not fair to them, but I remember so little of my bio parents that I don’t think of them much, and the Peppers are wonderful. They taught me everything I know about food.” 

“I think I can understand that,” Fred said. “I’m… I guess ‘adopted’ too. My Mayor-Dad may have kinda, sorta, kidnapped me. And he wasn’t the best parent… a lot of times. But at the end of the day, he still raised me, and I know he loved me. Especially after everything that happened with my ‘real’ Mom and Dad, I consider him more my father than them.” 

“I’m sorry you weren’t as lucky as I was in the family category,” Lewis said. 

“You said your parents were killed by a monster?” Mr. E asked thoughtfully. “There are monsters in… where were you guys from again? I know it’s in Texas. It was… Tempo, right?” 

“Oh, no. I mean yeah sure, there are mysteries abound to be found in Tempo, but my parents didn’t die there. We were from Crystal Cove originally, remember? Otherwise we wouldn’t be part of your curse. No - they died here. In Crystal Cove. I moved to Tempo with the Peppers.” 

“Waitwaitwait- when did this happen? This would have been during my group’s time, wouldn’t it? I think I would have remembered a monster actually killing people during my Mystery solving days!”

“That’s because it didn’t happen during your mystery solving days,” Mystery said sadly. His ears were down, and his brows were furrowed. “It happened about two months after you left.” 

“What?”

“You think the curse stopped after it got rid of you? It took almost a year for monsters to stop appearing after the Original Mystery Incorporated disappeared. I’m sure you all remember how chaotic Crystal Cove was during Crybaby Clown’s reign without Mystery Inc. to maintain the balance. Well let me tell you: 20 years ago, it was a lot worse. With multiple monsters on the loose getting increasingly violent without anyone able to stop them. Come to think of it, they didn’t stop appearing until after the not-yet-formed Mystery Skulls left Crystal Cove,” Mystery said thoughtfully. 

“How do you know all that?” Scooby asked. 

A look flashed across Mystery’s face like he’d been caught, but it disappeared just as quickly. “Vivi’s Dad and Grandma Yukino told me about it,” he dismissed the topic and buried his face in his dinner. 

Vivi and Lewis also went straight to eating, avoiding their guests’ eyes. 

Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, Scooby, and Mr. E all looked at each other. They knew that look well enough. 

The Mystery Skulls had yet another thing they were holding off on telling them. 

But what?

Whatever it was, it was apparent that the Mystery Skulls didn’t think it was the right time to share it, if at all. 

The table fell into silence for a few minutes, broken only by the clink of dinnerware. 

How to get them talking again? Velma wondered. 

She looked around the table and once again her eyes fell on Mr. E, working his way through a plate piled as high as Scooby and Vivi’s. If talking about the past had been what got the Mystery Skulls to slip up, then maybe Velma could hit two birds with one stone. There was something she’d been meaning to ask…

“Hey Mr. E,” Velma said casually. 

“Hm?” He acknowledged through a mouthful of beef. 

“You never finished your story earlier.” 

The entire table abruptly went quiet. Mr. E, yet again looking very put-on-the-spot, swallowed the food in his mouth. “Oh. You mean from back at the hilltop? When you asked why I went back to Pericles?” 

Velma nodded. “We don’t have to talk about it now, but given that we’re all together and no one was saying anything else, I figured now’s as good a time as any.” 

“No, no. You’re right. You all deserve the rest of my explanation. It’s fine that you’re still angry with me. In fact, it’s to be expected,” he said, sulking a little. 

“I’m not angry,” Velma said, to her own surprise as much as his. “At least not as angry as I was this morning, after everything that’s happened today. I just… want to understand.” 

He was so surprised it took him a second to respond. “Okay then… Let’s see… where did we leave off? Right. When I reached out to Velma. I’m good to tell you the rest of it, now. If that’s alright with everyone else.” 

There were nods all around. 

“Okay. So, when I was telling you all this story earlier I had actually gotten a little ahead of myself. I’d lost your trust - rightfully so. Sorry about the Obliteratrix, by the way. Alice took it further than I meant for her to, but it really was all special effects. I never would have actually hurt any of you.” 

“At this point I'm too exhausted to even be mad at you. For now just consider it water under the bridge,” Velma said dryly.  

“Thanks for not actually blowing up the Mystery Machine,” Fred said anxiously.

“Really? I mean- okay then. Anyway - Ed was dead, and Cassidy and I were hardly speaking anymore, much less working together. So after I drove Velma and Hot Dog Water against me, I couldn’t get anyone else to work with me. No one else wanted to, because I’d given in to my own greed and other bullshit, and it made me treat the people around me in ways they didn’t deserve. Everyone, that is… except one.” He sighed and looked away in shame, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“At the time I came to see you Velma, if I recall correctly you all were in the middle of the Graveyard Ghoul mystery. You were out by yourself looking for clues while the rest of the gang was otherwise occupied.” 

“Stuffing their faces with German chocolate,” Velma confirmed, giving the gang the side-eye. All of them shrugged guiltily.

“Well, here’s the part you don’t know,” Mr. E sighed. “A few days prior, Professor Pericles had called a meeting of the Original Mystery Incorporated - the first time all five of us had been together in twenty years. None of us would have gone if we’d known he was the one who called the meeting, but he tricked us. Cassidy, Brad, and Judy all thought that I’d arranged the meeting, and I was under the impression that Cassidy had called it. Then he showed up,” Mr. E growled, his scowl making him look more like himself than Velma had seen him all day. 

“He offered a partnership - told us that you kids had another disk piece and that our best chance of getting the better of you was to work together again. Now, to be clear, I am not completely stupid. Neither are Brad and Judy, and Cassidy certainly wasn’t. That, we all actually agreed on at the time. We looked at him individually, and told him to go fuck himself. Not in those words exactly, but to the same effect.”

Several people snorted at that. 

“But of course that was all part of his plan. He’s a patient bird. He had bid his time, watched from the shadows, and he knew exactly when to strike. He’d already murdered Ed, nudged Angel and I apart, egged me on and nudged my isolation along, then he started dropping in.

“After you refused my offer and left me Velma, you didn’t see it. But right after you left, he was there. Perched on a tree branch right above us, having watched the whole thing. He knew how desperate I was to have someone by my side. He knew exactly where I’d be and what I was going to do before I did it, and he was there lying in wait when the sting of rejection was fresh and I was ripe for the picking. ‘The others won’t work with me, so that leaves only you, Ricky. My sweet Ricky.'” He said mockingly. 

“God,” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I knew he was being manipulative, and I still gave him exactly what he wanted. He knew me, and he knew exactly what to say. He knew what I wanted most was impossible, but he dangled such a convincing illusion of it in front of my nose that I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. He played me so well that eventually, I thought our partnership was my idea,” he scoffed, shaking his head at his past self, “what a joke. So that’s it, Velma. That’s how I wound up back under Pericles’ thumb. Because I was stupid and pathetic.” 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

All eyes snapped over to Mystery. The little dog looked absolutely livid. But once he saw everyone looking at him he got a grip on himself, his lips lowering over his teeth and his fur lying flat on his back. He looked over at Mr. E and smiled sadly. 

The table was quiet for a few moments. 

“Okay,” Velma finally said. 

“Okay?” Mr. E echoed. 

“There was a lot there. But I think I understand better now. Thank you for telling us,” Velma said, going back to her food. She… really wasn’t sure what to say or do with that information. Not yet anyway. But for now she wanted Mr. E to know that she was okay with him being there. Even with all their history and her mixed feelings and everything else… She trusted people. Maybe that was a weakness of hers, but she wanted to give him another chance. He’d earned it. 

“Good job, Ricky.” Mystery said, following suit. 

Everyone else eventually went back to their dinner as well. Mr. E was the last to pick up his fork again, looking around incredulously at the others as if he couldn’t believe how fine they were with his confession. 

 “Oh. And, Mr. E?” Velma said. 

He looked at her like he was expecting the other shoe to drop. 

But all Velma said was, “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

Then she went right back to her dinner. And after another moment of processing, Mr. E did the same. 

“... Thanks, Velma.” 

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Ricky was tense for the rest of the meal. At any moment, he anticipated… something. Some sort of reprimand or consequence for what he’d told them. Mocking, teasing, jabs, the silent treatment, anything. 

But nothing of the sort ever happened. The meal just continued oddly… normal. The Gluten Demon was brought up and that led to Mystery Incorporated recounting the Headless Horror mystery and telling the Mystery Skulls all about how they’d met Dr. Rick Spartan, Cachinga, and Marian for the first time. Vivi took her scarf off and she and Velma compared turtlenecks. Fred, Daphne, and Lewis talked about ascots and men’s fashion. Shaggy and Scooby were… Shaggy and Scooby. And Ricky was… there. They didn’t push him to talk or join in, but they didn’t ignore him either. Nor did they seem at all displeased that he was with them. 

It was strange, yet also sort of perfect. 

I don’t deserve this, he thought to himself. But is it selfish of me to enjoy it while I have it anyway? 

Between the nine of them, they absolutely demolished dinner. There would be zero leftovers to be found the next day, that was for sure. They all pitched in to get the dishes where they needed to be and straightened up the table. Which went without incident until Velma, her arms full of dirty plates, asked Mr. E to open a door for her. Or rather, she tried to. 

“Hey Mystery, could you please get the door for me?” 

Of course he didn’t acknowledge her, thinking she was talking to the dog. And Mystery was on the other side of the room and thought she was talking to the human. 

“Hey Mystery-” Then Velma realized what she’d said. “Oh my God, now I’m doing it!” She exclaimed. “Mister. E. Could you please open this door for me?” Velma asked again, pronouncing both words this time.

“Oh, you were talking to me. Sorry Velma, I got it,” He said, rushing to get the door for her. 

“I’m the one who got your name wrong. Why are you apologizing?” She asked, stepping into the kitchen. 

A few minutes later everyone was in the kitchen helping put everything away and get all the dishes in the sink when Lewis popped his head in from the dining room. “Hey, Mr. E?” 

“Yeah?” Ricky and Mystery both said at once. 

“Oh. Hehe. Sorry. I don’t know which one I said now. Uh- Mister. E, as in the homo sapien, you left your jacket on the back of your chair.” 

“Oh! Thanks Lewis," Ricky said, accepting his jacket from Lewis and putting it on. 

“You know what? This isn’t working.” Vivi said, putting her arms up in the air.

Then she asked a question that absolutely nothing that had happened thus far today could have prepared him for.

 “Hey, E? Would you mind if we started calling you Ricky?”

You could almost hear the record scratch as the entire room suddenly went dead quiet, staring at them. 

“I mean- sorry if that was overstepping,” Vivi said. “It’s just that between you and Mystery, your names are so similar that they keep getting mixed up. And even when we get them right, whenever we say either of your names, both of you look up. Mystery doesn’t exactly have another name to fall back on, and you do.”

“I mean I do have another name but humans can’t exactly say it,” Mystery added. 

“Ricky does suit him,” Lewis said.

“Or if that makes you uncomfortable, could we call you Mr. Owens?” 

“No,” Ricky said a little too harshly. But he immediately caught himself. “Sorry- no. It’s just- Mr. Owens was my father. I never really got to be Mr. Owens, and the few times I’ve ever been called that it just feels wrong. So I suppose… Ricky’s fine. You can call me either/or. As long as you kids are okay with calling me that,” he said, turning to the new Mystery Inc.

“I mean- it would be the practical thing to do,” Fred said. “As long as you’re okay with us calling you that, E- or um… Ricky?” 

Velma was staring at him with her eyes narrowed, arms crossed, hand held up to her chin deep in thought. She crossed the room to stand in front of him and sort of leaned in to look at him closely.

“Uh… what?” Ricky gulped, looking around the room for help.

After a tense moment of scrutinization, she finally broke the awkward silence. 

“Ricky,” She said, testing it out. Then she turned around and stepped out of his space. “Yeah, I think I could get used to it.” 

Ricky let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

“Me too! Uh, I think.” Scooby said.

“Like, yeah. It’s kinda weird but it’s like Velma said. Like, I could get used to it.” Shaggy shrugged. 

“If you’d asked this morning I’d’ve been like ‘no way’. But now… Ricky… Yeah this’ll work,” Daphne said. 

And that was how Ricky graduated to a first-name basis. 

What a fucking day. 

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Once the dishes were all in the sink, the Mystery Skulls told their guests to go wait for them in one of the central dens. 

“We’re not going back to the library?” Scooby asked. 

“The library isn’t exactly ideal for the conversation we promised you after dinner,” Vivi laughed. 

Six sets of eyes widened. Clearly, Lew-lew’s mad kitchen skills had made them all temporarily forget what came after dinner. 

“You mean-” Daphne started to say, but Lewis cut her off. 

“Yeah. We’re going to spill the beans on what we’ve been keeping from you,” Lewis said. He said it with a smile, but Vivi knew him well enough to see that he was nervous. 

Lewis and Vivi refused all offers of help with the dishes so that as their guests’ footsteps faded off with Mystery at the lead, Vivi and Lewis had a moment alone to talk. 

“Alright. How do you want to go about this?” Lewis asked, scrubbing the largest pans first. 

“I have an idea as to what would be the best approach."

They talked for a few minutes until they had a plan. Then Vivi asked: “Do you think we should tell them about… ‘our informant’ after that?” 

“No,” Lewis said immediately. “It’s too much. Especially for Ricky. They’re bound to be freaking out enough about the other stuff as it is. Give them a night to process and rest. Then we’ll tell them in the morning before she gets here. It’ll be a big enough shock as it is without their blood pressure already being up because of us.” 

“Ricky’s in a lot of pain because he thinks she’s dead. And he blames himself for it. He’s… a lot like Arthur. The longer we wait to tell him, the angrier he’ll be.” 

“I know. But this isn’t about us. And trust me: today is not a good time to tell him. According to the Dead Beats… There was an incident with one of the mirrors in his room. That’s why it took him so long to come down earlier. Whatever he saw really upset him - don’t worry, the Dead Beats went ahead and moved the mirror to the basement. Anyway, Ricky’s pretending to be fine, but he’s not. We tell him that she’s alive and on her way here, he’ll have an anxiety attack or worse. And he won’t sleep a wink tonight. We don’t want that. He seriously needs to relax.”

“You’re right,” Vivi agreed with a sigh. “Dammit, I don’t like it. But you’re right.” 

“Then it’s decided.” Lewis said, drying his hands as Vivi shut the dishwasher. “Minus Arthur’s part in our story, we tell them the truth about us tonight. And in the morning… we tell them the truth about who sent us back to Crystal Cove.” 

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“My personal favorite theory is coven of witches,” Ricky shrugged. 

“I’m still holding out hope for ‘secret trapping club.’” Fred said giddily.

“Seriously?” Velma deadpanned. 

“No, but it’s funny to speculate,” Ricky chuckled.

Mystery had led them into a large yet cozy room with a high ceiling and tall, gothic rafters. There was plenty of seating space for all of them and a large roaring fireplace, above which hung a large not-moving print of the Mystery Skulls all together. Like the rest of the house, there was lots of pink, purple, and black in the decorations. There was a record player with a display case of Lewis’ record collection, a large TV with a gaming setup, two cabinets containing Lewis’ collection of romance movies and adventure games, and the walls were decorated with moving paintings of Peruvian landscapes and fluffy grazing alpacas.

“Neither of you aren’t even close,” Mystery said.

 Just then, Lewis and Vivi entered the room. Lewis was rolling a large chalkboard, and Vivi was carrying a folder. 

“Oh my. They have a chalkboard. Truly, this must be very serious business,” Ricky joked as Lewis positioned the chalkboard in front of the fireplace where they could all see it.

“Hardy har-har. Do you want us to tell you or not?” Vivi said flatly.

“Cuz I mean, we could make you wait another day if you’d prefer,” Lewis shrugged. 

“No!” All of Mystery Incorporated exclaimed over-dramatically. 

“Do not listen to him! He- he doesn’t speak for all of us!” Fred said in mock-seriousness. 

“Yes! Yes. Please, we beg you, do not let Ricky’s smart ass mouth prolong the suspense any longer!” Velma said, shaking her head and trying not to laugh.

Ricky chuckled, brushing aside the feeling he got when the kids said his name.  

“Okay then. Settle down and buckle your seatbelts,” Vivi said. 

Lewis drew a five-row, three-column table on the board. When he was done, it looked like this: 

“To start off our explanation, Vivi and I talked and decided to start off with what you know before making our way over to what you don’t know,” Lewis said, turning around. 

“As you all know,” Vivi said, pointing to the board with a ruler, “the members within each mystery solving group connected to the curse of Crystal Cove, who are collectively known as the Children of Nibiru, traditionally fall into a distinct pattern of four kids and an animal descendant of the Annunaki, and further fall into roughly distinguishable roles based on general appearances, skills, and personality traits. Fred and Brad, Daphne and Judy, Velma and Cassidy, Shaggy and Ricky, and Scooby and Professor Pericles respectively all fall into the same roles. It’s this connection that allowed the being possessing Nova to swap Ricky, Shaggy, and Arthur - because they’re all in the same role.” 

Lewis circled Shaggy, Ricky, and Arthur’s column on the table. 

“Yes, we all knew this. What’s your point?” Velma asked. 

“The point,” Mystery said, “is that as the Annunaki explained to Ricky and Shaggy, Arthur is the only member of our group who fits enough into that model that the swap was possible. The rest of us are in one way or another deviant from the pattern, and the Mystery Skulls collectively really only hang onto it by a thread.” 

“And that’s what we’re going to tell you tonight,” Vivi said. 

“Rohkay,” Scooby said. The others nodded to indicate that they were following along.

“First, the most obvious thing that differentiates the Mystery Skulls from every single other group that’s come before us,” Vivi said nervously, reaching over and grabbing Lewis’ hand.

Lewis took a deep breath. “As you all know through your own research,” Lewis sighed, “Three years ago our group investigated a supposedly haunted cave system and there was an accident that resulted in Arthur losing his arm and one fatality.” 

“Up until this point, we’ve allowed you all to believe that the person who died was the fifth member of our group,” Vivi said. 

“But that isn’t true,” Mystery confessed. 

“What?” All six of them cried out at once. 

“The Mystery Skulls have only four members. We’ve always had only four members. There isn’t, hasn’t, and likely never will be a fifth member of the Mystery Skulls,” Vivi explained. 

“But like- that can’t be right!” Shaggy exclaimed. “Like, that doesn’t make any sense!” 

“He’s right - it doesn’t. I uncovered from my research about you, independent of theirs, that one of your members died. Unless you somehow fabricated it? But I don’t see why you would do that,” Ricky said.

“That’s just it,” Mystery sighed. “I wish I could say otherwise, but we aren’t making it up, and we didn’t lie. Three years ago, in a cave system near Tempo, one of us was murdered. After the fact, after- everything happened, there was too much police involvement and press to cover up the fact that one of us died. But we could cover up who.” 

“Wait wait wait- this still doesn’t make any sense! If one of you really did die, and you only have four members, then how are you all still… here?” Daphne asked, shrinking next to Fred. 

“Because he didn’t leave,” Vivi said, with such an indescribable sadness that they all knew it to be nothing but the truth.

“The member of the Mystery Skulls who was killed three years ago…” 

Lewis pointed at the chalkboard and to the shock of their guests, the piece of chalk in his other hand flew into the air and, by itself, crossed out his name in one furious swipe. 

“... was me.” 

And that’s when the whites of Lewis’ eyes turned black, and he was engulfed from head to toe in a pink inferno. No sooner had the six of them shot to their feet, gasping in horror, the flames cleared. 

And floating before them, terrifying, spectral, and real, was the ghost of Lewis Pepper.

Scooby yelped with fear and jumped into Shaggy’s arms. Velma and Daphne shrank behind Fred, and without even thinking about it, Ricky dashed to stand between the monster and the only five things on Earth that he had left to care about.

Oh, it occurred to him as he trembled, Soul on Fire, indeed.

SO. This is what was originally planned for Chapter 13. As you can see, it would have been kind of perfect for the spooky ghost reveal to line up with unlucky/magical number 13, but then it took over 3,000 words to get Ricky downstairs. So here we are at Chapter 14. Lol For real tho, I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS REVEAL FOR 14 CHAPTERS! I did NOT expect it to take this long for us to get to this point, but here we are. I've literally been saving the song 'Soul on Fire' all this time just so that it would be in the chapter to foreshadow this reveal! I mean- okay, it wasn't exactly a reveal to us, but Mystery Incorporated is shooketh. 👻 Enjoy that cliffhanger, by the way. Because I have no idea when the next chapter (and the rest of the big reveal) will be written and posted. 😜 SO - The past couple of chapters of this fic have definitely put the Mystery Skulls on the back burner with the main focus being on the SDMI characters, so I was happy to bring them back into the spotlight this chapter. And for those of you who caught the reference at the beginning: come on. This is a Scooby Doo BODY-SWAP FIC. I had to make at least one reference to the live-action 2002 film. And given that there's so little Mystery Skulls canon to work with, why not give references like that to them? Kudos to anyone who got that reference without needing to read the author's notes. You get a gold star! ⭐ And an extra-shiny gold star if you caught the other, less obvious reference to the same film during the dinner scene. 🌟 Ricky's experience with Cajun food in New Orleans is based on my own experiences, by the way. Loved New Orleans - I was there the week before Mardi Gras last year. But no matter where you turn, the spicy WILL find you. 😆 I swear to God, my singular week in New Orleans exposed me to so much spicy food that it literally changed the structure of my mouth or something. 😝 Or maybe it was just forced exposure therapy. I was never able to handle even a teeny bit of spice before. It's a sensory thing with me. Like, I could not even stand to eat pepperoni pizza because that little bit of spice was just too much for me. But now? I can actually eat some spicy food. I like pepperoni! And I 100% believe that I have the Hell week my tastebuds endured in NOLA to thank for it. Back to the fic from my "obviously so-interesting life," the gang is calling Mr. E "Ricky" now! Stemming from practicality or no, progress is progress! 😁 That's all I'll say about this chapter - but I could talk on and on about it. If you notice things or have predictions/opinions, PLEASE SHARE THEM. The reason why I'm not saying more is BECAUSE I like hearing your thoughts! I like having conversations! I'd love to talk about this fic and SDMI or Mystery Skulls with anyone who wants to! I hope you all loved this chapter just as much as I did! Until next time, Auf Wiedersehen! 😈

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#One of Us #fanfiction #archive of our own #crossover #sdmi #scooby doo mystery incorporated #mystery skulls animated #msa #mystery skulls #soul on fire #daphne blake #vivi yukino #velma dinkley #fred jones #shaggy rogers #norville shaggy rogers #lewis pepper #msa lewis #mr. e #ricky owens #msa mystery #scooby doo #original mystery incorporated #mystery incorporated #one of us chapter 14

[westofessos]

Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo! is not only the best Scooby movie in the past (at least) ten years, it’s probably the best piece of Scooby anything in the past (at least) ten years.

Yes, Mystery Incorporated was good. I appreciated the darker tone, and the season-long storylines rather than each episode having different, disconnected stories was very cool. However, in doing that, I felt that they lost a bit of the Scooby magic. Not to mention the Velma/Shaggy relationship, and the god awful characterization of Velma as an individual character. And while I always love a traps-obsessed Fred (and they did that so well), I hated Daphne pining after him episode after episode while he seemed to not care about her at all.

Be Cool, Scooby-Doo was also very good. It was definitely one of the funniest pieces of Scooby media we’ve ever gotten. The first episode alone made me laugh harder than almost any of the other movies or shows. But the animation was absolutely atrocious, and that sort of thing, to me, is unforgivable for Scooby.

Trick or Treat Scooby Doo!, however, is perfect, and I do not say that lightly. The entire thing is the perfect homage to the original show, and the perfect way to stay true to what Scooby should be, while also modernizing it a little.

The animation. Don’t even get me started. It’s literally just an updated version of the original animation for Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?, and I am completely in love with it. This is the animation that should be used for the new stuff!

And queer Velma! Thank god for whoever at WB finally made Velma queer. I salute you. It was perfect. Coco Diablo was also incredibly hot, continuing the decades long Scooby movie tradition of having insanely gorgeous side characters that will 100% be some kid’s gay awakening. Or, at the very least, they’ll be like me and look back at this movie once they know they’re queer and realize that there was a very specific reason they were so obsessed with her. For anyone wondering, these characters for me were Lena and Simone from Zombie Island, the Hex Girls, Crystal from Abracadabra-Doo, Crystal from Alien Invaders, Miss Mirimoto from Samurai Sword, and that blue-haired witch from Goblin King.

And the humour! This movie is so genuinely hilarious. I killed myself laughing quite a few times. So unhinged, a lot like Be Cool. It delighted me to no end.

Not to mention all of the little Easter eggs that they threw in for the complete fanatics like me. They all made me so, so happy. The old villains and their costumes, the gang sitting at the table in the library and looking up, the brief reference to Scooby-Doo and the Goblin King (my personal favourite Scooby movie), and as I mentioned, the animation.

This movie is just. . . it’s the perfect Scooby movie, okay? The world needs more Scooby, and if it’s done like this (even if they only do a few more, so we have a perfect couple in a row reminiscent of the Zombie Island, Witch’s Ghost, Alien Invaders, Cyber Chase run, I would be thrilled), it’ll be perfect.

Anyway. That’s just the ranting of an absolute lunatic that’s also a lifelong Scooby lover and also just watched that movie yesterday and is obsessed with it.

#I’m so sorry to my mutuals who are half normal and have to deal with this shit #I’m just very passionate about Scooby-Doo okay #scooby doo #trick or treat scooby doo #velma dinkley #daphne blake #fred jones #shaggy rogers #halloween

[my-fabulousness-has-arrived]

Velma... again (just my opinion)

I really hope the writers understand what we’re trying to say here about the show and why all the backlash is happening.

It’s about the legacy of SCOOBY FRICKING DOO, the way yes the original show/franchise/cartoon had some issues, but overall it was actually a very free space and loving of all the characters and their distinct personalities, especially considering the time it came out. (the non animated first movie did a good job of highlighting some of the character flaws, imo - not the best job, but these writers could’ve helped that)

The true fans knew that daphne isn’t dumb, stupid or one-dimensional

We knew Velma was sharp, self aware, and a loving personality

We knew shaggy was the adorable sweetheart who bumbles around sometimes not knowing what he’s doing, but knew he loved scoob and his gang

We knew Fred (honestly I never liked Fred, he has quite a few issues but not of mean/cold hearted ness just some ignorance and arrogance) cared about the team and prided himself on being there for his gang, and did always look out for all of them.

And most of all, we knew scooby and we loved him always.

This show… forgets all of that and fails to realise the impact the show had to so many people

Encouraging people to be confident like Daphne’s fashion sense (and showed she could be insecure about other things- mystery Inc)0

Encouraging people to be smart like Velma, to me she always inspired that no matter who I’m friends with, I can be true to myself and that even not being the center of attention (tho she did deserve it) doesn’t matter if my friends accept and love me as I am

The show stood for so much more than just funny mysteries solved by a wonky gang, while also remaining to be the funny mysteries solved by a wonky gang.

#velma #anti velma (2023) #hbo velma #velma the series #scooby doo #scooby doo mystery incorporated #should def be doing my exam prep but who cares #literally unfair #mess-rambles #lowkey bored #hope this doesn't suck as much as I think it does #lol

[sprinklenoodles]

Some more about The Ultimate Mystery Incorporated because I love writing it and to talk about it.

I’m just gonna do some basic info this time so people will actually know what I’m talking about. So, no fic spoilers.

Technically, TUMI (The Ultimate Mystery Incorporated) is a Scooby-Doo ‘crossover’ but I wouldn’t really call it that. It takes place in the same place as Mystery Incorporated and shares one character. That’s it. I did also take some inspiration for the backstory/clothes of the main five from MI (Mystery Incorporated) but nothing more.

All the lore in it is original. It has nothing to do with the lore of MI, other than some slight inspiration- mostly just one little aspect. I obviously can’t tell much, but I will say that I use certain characters from Danganronpa in the lore.

But that’s enough about the lore- what’s really important are the characters. The main five consists of Byakuya, Kyoko, Leon, Sayaka and Yasuhiro. I chose them because they were the ‘replacements’ of the Scooby gang, though they’re mostly a mix of most characters.

Leon, while being the ‘replacement’ of Scooby, has a love for traps, like Fred. Yasuhiro, who’s Shaggy’s ‘replacement’ has a mom who runs a tourist attraction, much like Velma’s mom. Kyoko- Velma’s ‘replacement-’ has a dad who’s the Mayor, which was Fred’s dad in canon.

Sayaka is the most like the one she’s replacing- Daphne- though that’s mostly because we don’t know a lot about her parents and stuff- and what we did know didn’t really work.

Byakuya- Fred’s ‘replacement’- is the most ‘original’, though he’s the leader, just like Fred.

Other than them, Kyoko and Byakuya’s fathers are both involved with the story. Can’t say how exactly but they are involved with stuff. Part of this has been revealed- mostly in the newest chapter.

Since I am taking this from Scooby-Doo, they do solve mysteries. During these mysteries, I will sometimes introduce other THH characters. So far that has only happened with Chihiro (who’ll probably appear again) though Toko will be part of the next chapters/mystery. She’ll have a bigger role than Chihiro too since she’ll be more involved.

Other THH characters have only been mentioned, though I do plan on making them appear!

I won’t include the other casts yet, but I do have a plan for SDR2. V3 not yet... but who knows.

In the fic there are also quite a lot of friendships/relationships that you might not expect! Kyoko & Byakuya are childhood best friends! Their dads are obviously close and may start dating if you guys like the idea and if I can find the right place. I don’t want the story to be ‘interrupted’ by making them a couple.

Leon & Yasuhiro are also best friends, though for a shorter amount of time. Sayaka & Leon will get into a relationship- they’ve moved past the crushing phase and will go on dates. Kyoko also likes Makoto.

And while they haven’t appeared, both Ishimondo and Sakuraoi are canon. They’ll appear eventually though. Leon is friends with Mondo & Taka and I obviously can’t leave Hina and Sakura out!

Leon & Byakuya are sort of developing a friendship, but that still has a very long way to go. Sayaka & Kyoko are friends though!

If any of this sounds interesting to you, feel free to check TUMI out! I absolutely love writing it- like I said before! The writing in it feels just much more dynamic than in some of my other fics, mostly because I have much more freedom!

I've also writting a side story about the backstories for the main five+ some extra lore, Five Kids, One Team. I would wait with the last chapter until you've read all of TUMI so far though!!

If you have read the chapters I have written so far though, feel free to ask me any questions or things you just wanna share on here :D I love answering those things- especially with works that I have more freedom with!

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fanfiction #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #leon kuwata #sayaka maizono #yasuhiro hagakure #kijo togami #jin kirigiri #chihiro fujisaki #toko fukawa #tumi #the ultimate mystery incorporated

[wario-speedwagon]

SHAGGY'S SHIRT IS GREEN!!!!!!!!!

Out of context, this is a hilarious first ask I've received lmao

But I'm assuming this is about the Scooby fruit snack post where I said it'd make more sense to switch Daphne's red and Shaggy's purple because Daphne's only known for purple and Shaggy's known for having a red shirt sometimes (and I still stand by this.)

But my time has come! *ahem*

Time to recite the Scooby lore.

Obviously I know he's typically green in most media and I lack any sort of color-blindness. But there are those weird spin-off shows and movies where he has a red shirt, particularly in that fever-dreamish era of Scooby after the original series where Hanna-Barbera did not know wtf to do with the dying Scooby-Doo IP (before they started making those awesome movies and the What's New series)

His first appearance with a red shirt was in the series The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo. Daphne also had quite a different look--different hairstyle and outfit, though still purple themed. And yeah, the main cast was not the typical gang, but was comprised of Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Scrappy and a boy named Flim Flam (bless him). Fred and Velma were supposedly away for summer camp lol.

Red Shaggy also makes various reappearances those early movie specials where it was just Shaggy, Scooby and Scrappy, namely Scooby-Doo Meets the Boo Brothers, Scooby-Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf and Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School (which I need to see again because it was so cute)

After that, he went back to status quo green, and any brief red-shirtness has been as a throwback to that era (for example, the alternate Shaggy with a red shirt in Scooby-Doo and the Cyberchase)

Now why does he have a red shirt? idk, no official answer was ever given. Probably just to keep things fresh I guess.

But yeah, red shirt Shaggy is real and can hurt you.

#scooby doo

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Who Needs Fred?

Poor Daphne asked herself how she had managed to split up from the split up. As usual, when seeking the Luna Ghost, the Mystery Inc gang had split up into Velma/Scooby /Shaggy searching the east wing of the creepy mansion, while she and Fred headed for the west. As the shadows lengthened and the ominous hoots of owls and rats scuttling behind the floorboards filled the air, the auburn haired ghost hunter drew close to the barrel chested jock. “Oh Fred,” Daphne sighed, “please protect me!” Fred beamed down at the fainting girl. “Don’t you worry, Daff!” Fred proclaimed confidently. “I’ll look after you. Just follow m - arrrrrrrggh!” With that, Fred disappeared down an open cellar hatch which slammed shut as soon as the young man fell in. Minutes later, the Luna Ghost drifted into view. “You are mine now, female mortal,” the clown faced horror chortled. Daphne clenched her eyes and fainted.

When she opened them again, she found her wrists were tied and she was suspended from an upright. The Ghost stared at her malevolently. “You should have scrammed while you had the chance, baby!” he sneered. Daphne gazed back at the apparition, suddenly no longer scared. “I know that voice!” she replied. “You’re no ghost! You’re Sneaky Wayne, the creepy caretaker!” There was a cackling laugh from the Ghost, who reached up and placed his hands either side of his face and yanked off his Luna mask. “You better believe it, sweet cheeks!” the dark haired, pale faced weirdo giggled. “Now I’ve scared everyone away, including the new owners, I can continue searching for the Monro family jewels in peace! With Mystery Inc tied up, locked up or hightailing it outta here, who can stop me now?” Wayne stood up, shuffling toward the bound redhead, a sinister look on his warped face. “Why don’t you join me, honey bunch?” he leered. Daphne simpered at him as he approached. “Please loosen these knots, Wayne and let’s talk about it…” The oddball caretaker grinned and went to untie his timid captive. “Sure thing, Daphne babe.” Wayne chuckled, then paused. “What the…?” he began as he noticed the girl’s bonds were already loose. CRASH! The upright came tumbling down on the false Luna Ghost as Daphne leapt clear. “Got you!’ she cried.

Later after Daphne had finished tying up a miserable, defeated and de-costumed Wayne, she produced a magnifying glass and ran it over the Luna Ghost disguise. “Fluorescent paint!” she announced proudly. “Just as I figured! Even Velma hadn’t worked that out!” Wayne glared at her angrily. “How did you catch me?” he demanded disbelievingly. “I had neutralised the others. Particularly Fred. You’re just their token bimbo!” Daphne had quite forgotten her on/off boyfriend. “Who’s Fred?” she quipped. Wayne gave the girl a furious look. “I’d have got away with it too, if it wasn’t for you, you meddling airhead!” he fumed bitterly. Daphne smiled sweetly and then gagged him with a strip of duct tape. “Case closed!” she told her prisoner firmly.

Sources: Animation Alliance Australia; ryusen.smugmug.com; Alamy Stock Photos and Galmted Photography

#scooby gang #mystery incorporated #daphne blake #ghosts #adventures #captured