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the woods..🌲🌲
#cant name the island grimwood and then not have a forest u know👀🌲#grimwood island#acnh#animal crossing#acnh island#animal crossing new horizons#new horizons#acnh exterior#acnh forest#acnh halloween island#acnh spooky season
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Top 3 scooby movies and why?
Hi Swishy!! Thank you for the ask!! It was so hard for me to pick but!!!
1. Zombie Island: this has some of the strongest artistic style, some of the best music, and probably the strongest overall story. Likely the only movie that I would put on for someone who had never seen Scooby Doo that I felt at least 99% confident they would enjoy. It has some really significant character developments (Fraphne esp). The Gang had split up before in the franchise and reunited to continue their mystery-solving adventures but this was the first time where a narrative had really been constructed around what could drive the Gang apart and ultimately what would lead them back together. It’s a really interesting premise for the film. This also marks probably the first time in the larger cultural consciousness that Daphne takes on a more leadership role. I’d argue (and so would others) that much of the mystery-solving work is more divided in the likes of SDWAY/TSDS/TNSDM than people give it credit for but the Daphne here is allowed to take the reign much in the same way as the Daphne from 13G and TNSDMy that most people never had the chance to see (bc those shows sadly aren’t that popular). This movie has a Very satisfying villain twist (delicious, I love Lena and Simone) and one that feels startingly mature and dark. It’s really frightening to contemplate the absolute horror of the Scooby Gang being invited into what is ultimately an island of serial killers in which the ground is completely littered with the corpses of their past victims. Besides the cat transformation scene, the reconfiguration of Morgan Moonscar into flesh could easily be the most iconic chunk of animation from the film. It’s horrifying and evocative and complex. Morgan Moonscar was a villain—just as much if not more so than the villains the Gang are ultimately tasked to defeat—but seeing the reality of his curse, the depth of his despair as he’s horrifically reformed to wander as a creature not-quite-living in hopes of sparing others this fate is despairing and terrible. I the film’s moral ambiguity. We’re called to sympathize with Lena and Simone who have suffered an unimaginable injustice in watching their village pillaged and their people devoured. They enact such atrocities not just as a means for survival but also recompense, for a world that has wronged them. We understand them, even as we shudder to think of their past actions and volley for the Gang to overcome them. In terms of animation, this really feels like Scooby Doo going back to its roots in the overall pallet and landscape design (leaving behind the then recent Scooby Doo outings with upped saturation and suburban settings like APNSD) while breaking what people consider the classic Scooby Doo formula. Obviously this was not the first canonical appearance of the supernatural within the ScoobyDooniverse but it was the first time within the larger realm of the public consciousness that the final big bad was not “unmasked.” Unpopular opinion: “The Ghost is Here” > “It’s Terror Time Again.” Tho they are both excellent. I have to restate that this is literally some of the most gorgeous animation ever seen in a Scooby Doo film and truly an all around thrilling ride. The mystery is fun, the characters are all their loveable selves, we get to watch the Gang come back together like they never were apart, and the villains in this are an absolute delight. Great laughs, great animation, great story.
2. Ghoul School: I’m pretty upfront about how much I love Scrappy and it really extends to the whole red-shirt era. I’m one of those people who doesn’t mind that the rest of the Gang’s not along for the ride (tho I do miss them) and I absolutely adore this movie. I must have watched it 10000 times growing up. I love Matches, I love all the Grimwood Girls and the Calloway Cadets and I love Legs and Miss Grimwood and (Grim) Creeper. The tone of the animation of this movie is superb. Everything is dark and damp and rotting. The world of the movie is so twisted and fascinating. There’s such a wealth of ideas here that seem to be just the writers having fun and being silly. It’s so funny that for some reason the Werewolf loves lemon juice and that Elsa Frankenteen buys her dad a charger and that Dracula gets a bat-robe and checks it out in the mirror (where he obviously can’t be seen). I love how tenderly all the Monster Fathers love their daughters. I love the genuine bonds that begin to grow between Shaggy and Scooby and the Grimwood Girls and that the Calloway Cadets come around past their initial fear and hatred of the girls to protect and befriend them. I love that this is a story about how the humanity underneath the monsters instead of humans wearing monstrous masks. I love how kitschy and campy and kooky this little movie is. The friendship moments, Don Messick’s wailing vocal (no one does it like him, sorry Frank). I love Scrappy in this cute little flick where he’s just allowed to be a character without it feeling like the showrunners are attempted to centralize him or demonize him (yes he has a smaller role in this movie than in Boo Brothers but it is SUBSTANTIALLY larger than the role he gets in The Reluctant Werewolf smh its okay tho). The costuming in this is immaculate. Perfect holiday/Halloween vibes. I’m never going to let my kids watch anything else. Thank you.
3. Cyber Chase: “Hello Cyberdream” may rank as one of the greatest of all Scooby bangers and Eric Staufer is one of a handful of Mystery Inc. adjacents who actually felt like they could fit into the core four/Gang Dynamic without it being weird and overstuffed. The use of effects in this movie is gorgeous. I love the levels and just the concept of this movie. The animation style is smooth, VA’s are on point, Bill is one of my all-time favorite villains (he’s just so dumb I love him). This movie is so unapologetically steeped within its own time period (which is something really special about the Scooby franchise as a whole). I like this movie’s fearless dedication to embracing 2000’s tech with heavy chords and chunky computers and overuse of greens. It’s beautiful. The movie feels bustling and big. I like the callbacks to other iconic Scooby villains (I esp like that it branches out by not just having WAY villains but TSDS as well, that’s ace). The Cyber Doubles are a blast. 10/10 I appreciate that people felt it was a step-down from the other movies of its era and I can understand there wasn’t as much in terms of character happening and that the monster wasn’t really “real” even though he was at least as real as Eric’s bizarre, magic-science. But it’s still so unique and fun and colorful. I love the atmospheres of each of the different levels and that the Gang has to navigate through them by working together. I love the little details of this movie’s cleverness like how Cyber Scooby is so different from his counterpart because Scooby’s the only one Eric never actually met. I like the respect and genuine adoration it pays to the early series of Scooby Doo. It’s not trying to talk down or retcon or prove that it can rewrite itself into something better. It’s calling back to remind us how much there is to love about the franchise and all the fun of the golden years and how things are different now but fundamentally the same. I think Officer Wembley is so absurdly fun and so is Professor Kaufman. I like the stakes of this movie, the life and death reality of a silly computer game.
This is so cheating but I really, really wanted to talk about a Scooby movie from the more modern DTV era so also:
4. Camp Scare: You will never hear me say a bad word about this film. It was a cultural reset. Babyface Beretti was always going to be IT. But really, this movie is stellar. Truly embraces a summer camp slasher aesthetic while keeping it clean. The Woodsman’s backstory is h o r r i f y i n g, move over Jason. I love how this movie individualizes itself through its use of genre. The use of POV shots is so superb and the way the film plays with shadows and silhouettes. The constant voiceover as the Gang relays campfire stories and invites the audience to question what exactly is so terrifying about urban legends. Genius. Another win for the soundtrack. I’ll listen to “Summertime” any day, any season. Lots of very iconic and cool moments between the Gang in this one. We love a movie where Shaggy and Scooby spend the whole time giggling in the background. But really, some very iconic Scooby&Shaggy bestie moments in this like Shaggy SMASHING A BOARD AGAINST THE MONSTER (after it goes after Scooby <- not to mention Scooby goes after the monster to protect Daphne) and shouts “Hey Fishface, like, back away from my buddy!.” Shaggy is off-the-wall in this movie. The prison break scene is *mwah.* Also some pretty iconic outfits in this and side characters (who does not love Trixie and Luke? Also Jessica!!!!) Very spooky scary villain designs in this one and the movie wasn’t afraid to embrace scale (think of the canyon scene, the dam breaking scene, and lots of the forest scenes) to emphasize how dwarfed children feel by the natural world, the intense isolation of being alone in nature, and why that’s so scary. Also, really great animation style in general. Following on the heels of Abracadabra-Doo, it marks a nice clean balance between being modern and remaining iconic in deference to the classic appearances of the characters. There’s also some great character building in this movie, for both central and side characters. I really admire Fred’s arc about growth and letting go of his pride in order to help build a better community, even if it’s not exactly the same as the one he held nostalgia for. It’s a really great reflection on childhood and growing up and allowing yourself to invent new memories instead of trying to recapture the past, told through the bent of a summer camp which of course is such an iconic image and symbol for childhood. Toward the close of the movie, it has a bit of a shift in genre to something more action-based but I think it does so pretty seamlessly and to great effect so I love it still.
#the way I took so long to answer this 😭#thank you so much swishy!!! I loved talking abt these#feel free to send in other asks#I’m working on gif requests#should have more time in a week or two#meta#Zombie Island#Ghoul School#Cyber Chase#Camp Scare#mmmmmm I love talking about Scooby movies I love!!!!
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interior of my house on grimwood, my second island
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sibella loved halloween. they always made a big deal about the holiday growing up, especially at miss grimwood’s. she was pleased to find that the island seemed to enjoy having just as big of a party, if not bigger, for her favorite holiday. she had wasted no time in taking in the sights and smells, she wanted to experience everything. everyone boarding the truck seemed to be in groups and pairs and she saw some sense in that, so she figured she should try to find herself a hayride partner. “hi!” she greeted a familiar face in the crowd excitedly. “are you busy? do you want to go on the hayride with me?” @conspiracypines
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(#18) Grimwoode is an island made by @cryptidswampwitch here on tumblr, DA-7039-3286-2017
Grimwoode was an island with a perfect look for this season, and was so fun to explore! It offers a variety of themes and kinds of areas tied together with a natural, spooky aesthetic.
I was sooo in love with the multicolor flower field, I thought it had an amazing effect with the moonlight!
The pumpkin distribution across the whole island was a great usage of the new type of crop, adding some garden touches without flowers or shrubs.
Ending my journey at the player houses, I can assure you they definitely have the scary aura down! Make sure to swing by Grimwoode this fall or stop by on Saturday for a Halloween visit!
#animal crossing#animal crossing new horizons#acnh#acnh dream address#acnh dream code#acnh dream diary#thedreamexplorer
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Get to know WINIFRED ‘WINNIE’ LOBO who’s TWENTY-ONE years old and a JUNIOR in college majoring in HEALTH SCIENCE. She is from MASSACHUSETTS and is often times mistaken for KIANA LEDE while others say she reminds them of WINNIE WEREWOLF from SCOOBY DOO & THE GHOUL SCHOOL.
BASICS.
growing up in the mountains, secluded from everyone didn't leave winnie with many opportunities to socialize or pick up on certain social cues. when arriving to miss grimwoods school, she was very excited but awkward. she didn't know how to make friends since she never had the opportunity to make any back home.
winnie is a very outdoorsy person. having been raised in a secluded area, she didn’t have anything but nature. climbing trees, running through the woods, walking barefoot in the grass, swimming in a lake.. these are things winnie is most comfortable doing.
finishing school taught winnie how to channel her natural energy and aggressiveness into sports. volleyball, soccer, swimming, track.. these are some of her favorite physical activities.
naturally, she's competitive. she likes to be the best at everything she does. there's no half-assing anything with winnie. when she does something, she commits. all or nothing. she's also a show off, why not be proud of what you do?
though finishing school helped her in most areas, she still has some bad habits she can't shake. sometimes you'll catch her eating with her hands, not wearing shoes outside, running on all fours around the full moon, or howling — especially howling.
despite having more aggression and anger in her, winnie has worked hard to work on snapping and getting physical with other people. she doesn't want to hurt anyone and she tries to remove herself from the situation before it gets that point. it becomes harder and harder around the full moon.
her father is her favorite person in the whole wide world and before leaving for corona island, she promised she'd try her best to keep what she is a secret. not out of shame but for safety. he'd heard stories about the history of the island and wanted his daughter to be safe. though she agreed, she's finding it harder and harder when there's a chance she could find someone like her. her and her friends could find more spooks!
FUN FACTS.
discovered she can dance and has a real knack for arts and crafts at finishing school.
likes to skateboard, roller skate, and ice skate/snowboard.
can sing. ( is it bc kiana can sing? Absolutely. )
eats bugs and just really weird/gross food combos.
has a tattoo of the moon cycle going down her spine.
bisexual.
her eyes turn gold when she's angry and get redder closer to the full moon.
only wears gold jewelry.
works at the sporting goods store.
bitter lemonade is her favorite drink.
loves anything sour.
hates cats.
she needs at least 2 days of pure sleep after a full moon.
on the soccer and swim team but will play any sport.
has 18 piercings. ( 6 in each ear, 2 in one nostril, snake eyes on her tongue, belly, nipples )
more to come.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
new friends.
a crush.
a fling.
flirtationship.
fwb.
sports buddies/rivals.
everything!
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Since they made a sequel to zombie islands will shaggy and Scooby every go back to miss grimwood school
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MOST WANTED:
|| Get to know ELSA FRANK who’s TWENTY-THREE years old and a JUNIOR in college majoring in ELECTRICAL SCIENCE & ENGINEERING. She is from GERMANY and is often times mistaken for MADDISON JAIZANI while others say she reminds them of ELSA FRANKENTEEN from SCOOBY DOO & THE GHOUL SCHOOL. ||
Beware foolish men who play God. At this rate, it should be the Frank family motto. Elsa doesn’t remember much about the man who created her, and, to some degree she wonders if there’s even something worth remembering. He’s small and ambitious, careless and cruel — that’s all she needs to know. The mad scientist pulls limbs off the dead, mind working overtime to blend pathology and physics in his pursuit of creating life. That’s how her father is made. And, though the doctor is the real monster in their story, somehow her father is the villain in the stories people tell about the Frankenteens.
Elsa isn’t made until much later in life, but immediately she’s made aware that people will fear her even if she’d done nothing wrong. In her father’s eyes she sees terror and years of pain, and late in night she swears she hears him screaming as he sees flames and pitchforks pointed at him, reliving the hunt that pursued him for years. But in all the ways her father had been turned away by the public, Elsa never experienced that. She doesn’t remember much of her earlier years; a crash of lightning, body convulsing as a spark brings her to existence. And most importantly, the kind, understanding look of acceptance as her father welcomes her to this new hell. For all the hate her father had been shown, he gave his daughter nothing but love and acceptance. He takes care in restitching limbs when she’s hurt, encourages her interest in science even if it’s brought him nothing but disappointment. He’s a spectacular father and Elsa wants nothing more than for him to know the love he’s always given her. When she gets sent to Miss Grimwood’s Finishing School, she sees an opportunity to find friends who understand the very specific trials she walks every day: to love a person that the world hates. Her ghoul gang accept her the same way her father always had, being patient as stitched limbs move slower and thoughts take more time to come to a brain that’s not even really hers. But despite the way her making hinders her speed, she’s still bright just like her creator. So bright that when Miss Grimwood tells her about Corona Island, her mind immediately works overtime making sense of a new opportunity. Elsa spends months working on a new way to appear a little more normal to the people of Corona. The bolts that kept her charged no longer protruding from her neck, but concealed. She adapts the portable shockman she made for her father so she can go longer without needing to “recharge”. And if anyone asks about the stitches that run across her neck, she’ll just tell them she suffered some sort of horrible accident. All this, to make sure that people see Elsa Frank, and not the frankenteen monster. Hopefully, people can accept her and she can show her father that not the whole world hates them.
POWERS UPDATE: She is a Frankenstein monster. She has super strength and needs to sustain an electrical charge to remain “alive”.
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Love all of your jayrae fics! Was wondering if you would please be able to write a fix about raven and Roy's friendship or how they get along?
Hello,
I actually have a long story for them going, Yee Naaldlooshi, so I hope you enjoy Chapter 2!
Featuring a cross over with the Mystery Inc Gang!
The Ranch...
Raven stood in Durango, Colorado, the wind tugging on her braid as she felt ancient magic pulsing through the grounds she stood on. It was rather quaint, and beautiful here, they were at a gas station by the river, which was gently rolling on by. She leaned on the hood of the car, looking at the scenery around her, it wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen outside of old westerns.
Lian was giggling as she ran towards her, and Raven smiled as she caught the girl.
“Rae! Lookie!” she ordered holding up a keychain.
“It’s lovely sweetie,” Raven said. The pure innocent joy Lian had was infectious and soothing on Rae’s empathy.
“Daddy say I can give it to his…bwoder,” Lian said.
“Brother,” Raven corrected. “And it’ll be a lovely gift.”
“Think he’ll like me?” Lian whispered in a loud hushed tone.
“I think it’d be hard for him not to like you,” Raven said.
“Ready to hit the road ladies?” Roy appeared then.
“Yeah,” Lian giggled in delight as Raven loaded her up into the car. Twisting around Raven pulled up the buckles for the carseat and tapped Lian’s nose lightly when she was all secure; her keychain clutched firmly in her hands.
“We’re forty minutes out from Farmington, and I think twenty from your aunt’s farm,” Roy said.
Raven said nothing to that.
“Family’s not bad, Rae,” Roy pointed out starting up the car.
“I have a family,” she pointed out. “And I don’t, Roy I’ll never be able to live with myself if something happens to them because of me. At least Victor, Harley and Ivy can take care of themselves. Alice and them, they can’t.”
“Hey, I get it, but they’re your family, you’ll need to accept that one day.”
“I do accept it, which was why I was willing to stay away.”
“Family doesn’t do that, trust me, and Jason for that matter, on this. They don’t disappear just because it’d be easy or convenient for you.
“I could wish, right?” she sighed.
“No,” he chuckled. “It’ll be fine, Rae. It’ll be fun!”
Raven knew that she and Roy had drastically different opinions on what was and was not fun. She had a feeling that this was about as fun for her as Artemis and Wally’s wedding would be for Roy. Not that he had a bad relationship with his family, but rather he and Artemis butted heads all the time, and Wally was his best friend marrying a girl who was like his little sister. Rae saw the reasons for Roy’s discomfort about the wedding, but they were going.
Once they were on the road again Raven watched the scenery as Lian talked about everything she wanted to do. She was mostly fascinated with the idea of horses, she wanted to ride one. Roy thought it was amusing and said he’d look into if Bird still had the horses for her to ride.
“You never said how you were tied to the tribes,” Raven said when Lian had fallen asleep and they drew near the Reservations. She could feel Roy’s tensions building.
“My dad, my biological dad, not Ollie, he was a Game Warden, he and my biological mom had me kind of young, it didn’t work out well. His second wife was a part of the tribe, Catherine was a sweetheart,” Roy admitted.
“What happened?”
“She died, Dad stayed on the Res with her family, so did I, and then dad died, and well, you know, I’m a fuck up,” Roy muttered the last bit more to himself than her.
“You’re not,” Raven said softly. He turned to look at her, and she smiled a bit. “We all mess up, make mistakes, do things we regret,” she said softly.
“Yeah, but, black out drunk, I think I killed Bird’s dad,” he said.
“I don’t think so,” Raven said levelly. “You’re not a killer Roy.”
“You sure about that? I am an Outlaw,” he said roguishly.
“Positive, it takes a killer to know a killer,” Raven said levelly. Roy was safe, he wasn’t afraid to take lethal action if push came to shove, but he worked so hard on not doing that. He did hand out crippling injuries, but he had never killed a single person as far as the knew.
“I think Thea and Brave Bow would disagree with you,” he said levelly.
“I don’t think so.”
“Rae, you’re not always right,” he pointed out.
“Maybe not, but I am right about this, Roy Harper. You are no killer.” She stated.
They turned onto a dusty road and Raven blinked; not seeing a street sign.
“Are you sure this is the road?” she sputtered.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“There’s no name,” she started.
“A lot of the roads aren’t marked; it’s just… just pay attention to where we’re going and we’ll be good.
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Mary-Beth was bored. She was very bored.
Not that she didn’t like visiting her mother’s ranch, but she preferred life on Long Island with all her friends, and schooling.
They had come out here though for a few months, because her mom’s right hand man, John Trujillo, who was in charge of the while they were in New York, had called about a problem. Apparently an oil company wanted to take mom’s family land, so the dispute wasn’t pretty.
However, Alice had also managed to invite Rachel here for a weekend; that was a massive feat apparently which had her mother reorganizing and redecorating the guest rooms repeatedly.
The house her family lived in was built by her grandfather Alan, when he had settled in New Mexico. Her grandmother, Oolijee had refused to leave her family lands, so her grandfather had asked to build her a house. It was a massive house, seven bedrooms, five washrooms, plumbing, electricity, a huge kitchen, open porch and massive windows around to see the mountains. It was a nice house, and there were huge stables, and a nice house for the ranch hands to live in too. She knew it was nice, very nice, and well maintained, her grandfather had operated the property into a solid ranch; much to her grandmother’s delight, and kept it prosperous. It was a beautiful property, even her great-grandfather who had held nothing but disdain at best for her grandfather, had been impressed.
Mary looked up from her phone when John appeared at the foot of the stairs leading towards the house.
“Miss Roth,” he said softly.
“Mom’s in the guestrooms preparing for cousin Rachel and her friends,” she said to him. He nodded.
John Trujillo was a very intimidating man, a hard face, with dark eyes. He looked like the warriors of old honestly, even with his long hair styled like a mohawk. She didn’t understand why her mother had hired him, but the man was terrifying. So soft spoken and good with animals. Mary looked out at the expanse of nothing for miles until the mountains and sighed.
She was bored and there was no cell service!
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John Trujillo was walking out of the house when an old car pulled up in a cloud of dust. He had gone to Alice because one of the ranch hand’s son had gone missing; Shiye was a good young lad but he was missing all the same, which was something of a concern. Alice had said to take out search parties, but to keep it quiet in case the person who had done the abduction was watching. She had also suggested ramping up security, which he agreed with.
John watched as a young woman got out of the car first. She had many piercings on her ears, that he could see, large sunglasses perched on her nose, long loose black hair that seemed to fall however it pleased around her, and a face of contradictions. She looked like Angela, he thought, and she looked very familiar. He couldn’t place his finger on why she looked familiar but she did.
She walked next to a tall man with red hair and a lean build, who was holding a black hair toddler with bright green eyes.
“Are you sure this is the place Roy?” the woman asked, her voice was a voice meant for seduction. Smokey, graveled, and beautiful, now he recognized her.
The Raven.
It had been many decades since he had last seen her. She was a beautiful young woman, he didn’t need her to remove her glasses to know those dark eyes were raking over him, assessing him to be a threat or alley.
“Well, it’s the right place, cous,” Mary’s voice said behind him.
“It’s nice to see you again Mary-Beth,” the Raven’s voice said smoothly.
“Rachel,” Mary said tightly. “This is mom’s right hand, and the head of the Ranch, John Trujillo,” Mary introduced him. “John, this is Rachel Roth, my Aunt Angela’s daughter.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” the Raven said holding her hand out.
He didn’t touch the empath as he tilted his head a bit in acknowledgement before walking by her. She was a small, slight woman and he saw those dark eyes watch him as walked by.
If the Raven was here then whatever was taking the children wasn’t no damn coyote; he would bet her arrival to mean the supernatural was stirring once again.
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Shaggy didn’t struggle under Daphne’s bags as they walked to the car she had rented them to meet up with Fred and Velma.
A lot had changed over the years, but the jobs for PIs never really did. Daphne ran her blog, built her name up as a reporter, while Velma was still into all sorts of science work that he didn’t understand, and Fred was a budding author.
And he… well, when he wasn’t a PI he actually was a chef, at a restaurant he had opened up back in Coolsville. He’d have stayed in Louisiana, but he just couldn’t. Besides, yearly visits to check in on Grimwood Academy were taken and he got to see everything going on down at the plantation. The school had decided to plant Moonscar Island Chili Peppers. He had acquired Moonscar Island after Simone Lenoir’s and Lena Dupree’s ‘disappearance. Special Agent Beau Neville had all but begged him to so no one else got drawn into the weir voodoo.
Shaggy had because his own family’s plantation was close enough that acquiring the island was just an expansion of his plantation.
Yes, he kept his family’s ancient money and plantations a secret from the gang but he didn’t know how they’d look at him if they knew. Daphne knew, but her family was insanely rich and Mayflower old in the states with their wealth. Shaggy’s family was mostly French and had settled in New Oreleans area, it was because his mom married a Yank that he had grown up in Coolsville rather than on the family plantation.
“You’re here!” Fred shouted in glee, Velma smiled.
“We figured we’d pick you up at the airport rather than making you drive all the way up,” Velma said as she got out of the Mystery van.
“RELMA!” Scooby bellowed as he pounced her in glee.
“Thanks!” Daphne said.
“Yeah, thanks!” Shaggy grinned as Fred took some of the bags that belonged to Daphne.
“Just like old times,” Fred said.
“She doesn’t pack less,” Shaggy muttered as they packed up the van. The gang took their normal seats, he was sitting with Scooby as they looked over the custom Scooby snacks Velma had picked up for them.
“It is a weird case, and no one’s digging into it,” Velma said.
“Why not?”
“Alice said they don’t look into reservation problems and there aren’t enough cops on the reservation to look into this, and all the leads are dead ends,” Fred said.
“That’s sad,” Daphne said.
“Yeah,” Shaggy agreed as Scooby’s head rested on his shoulder. He didn’t like solving mysteries, but they did make him feel like he was giving something back to life by solving them.
Despite the PTS, anxiety and his ADHD going off the wall when they worked them.
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grimwood cemetery.. home to a friendly ghost👻
#remember to hear her warning if you visit the island👀👻👻👻#acnh#animal crossing#animal crossing new horizons#new horizons#acnh island#acnh exterior#acnh autumn#acnh fall#acnh night#acnh october#acnh graveyard#acnh cemetery#acnh spooky season#acnh halloween#acnh halloween island#grimwood island
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Scooby Doo: Monster Menagerie Chpt. 3
Description: After getting a bit of information, the gang asks around the town for information, when they come across an old companion of Shaggy's. Meanwhile, the first student arrives at Grimwood's.
Scooby-Doo: Monster Menagerie
Chapter 3: Ghouls, Grimwood, and Googie
The way in which the office was adorned was a lot like the person it belonged to: strange, scattered, and somewhat terrifying. The wall that stood behind the detective had two maps: one of the entire united states, and one that was a close up of Louisiana specifically. On both maps, there were numerous crosses, arrows, and other similar types of symbols, pointing to specific regions on both maps. There was also writing on them, but due to the fact that so much of it was written in an almost illegible script, it was next to impossible to make it out. Every other wall was covered in pictures, which also had writing all over them. The pictures were an even mix of various people, as well as different types of monsters and mythological beings. A few times, the faces would be scratched out in black marker, hiding the identity of the person. At least, that's what the gang hoped it was for.
Resting along the gang's left were the two whiteboards. In red marker, lots of information was written about the crime scene. The description of the victim, as well as their injuries, were listed on one side. The rest of the boards had names of different monsters on them, most of them crossed out. The rest had a question mark next to the name. Lines connected each monster to the list of injuries, as if trying to figure out a connection.
To the right wall was an even smaller desk, one that held a simple computer. Since it wasn't in use, the computer remained in rest mode, the screen not giving off any sort of light. A small rolling chair hid away a pile of books, which remained underneath the desk for safe keeping. For some reason, there was also a guitar, resting on the floor, leaning against the computer desk.
As for the table in front of everyone, the detective had placed sheets of paper all over it, trying to do a recreation of the crime scene. The book resting on the table remained open, showing an entry for someone called "The Axeman". Velma recognized the book as the one she had been reading earlier, Monsters By State. The lone light that hung above the office was quite bright, so it at least covered the entire office in it's fluorescence. Despite this, the detective's wide, creepy eyes were shadowed by his hair, barely peering out of his bangs. He looked between every member expectantly, eager for any questions that they had for him.
Instead of any actual questions, however, Fred cleared his throat somewhat nervously. This made the detective's head whip to him, his wide eyes scanning him over thoroughly. The blond then began. "I'm sorry, but uh... I don't think we introduced ourselves yet. I'm-"
"Fred Jones," The detective finished, his grin not wavering in the slightest. "I'm quite aware of all of you guys'... mysteries." He chuckled darkly and stood up, pointing around the room. He stayed hunched over as he did. "Despite the fact that you all have an uncanny attraction to people merely pretending to be creatures, I'm also under the impression that you've all had contact with the real thing." He quickly turned his head, staring at- no, into Fred. He flinched and gulped, inadvertently looking away.
"Uh..."
"How do you know that we've met real monsters before?" Asked the voice of Daphne, looking at the detective with a skeptical, if cautious, look. Immediately after she began talking, his head whipped over at her, scanning her over a little too. He merely chuckled and leaned back over the table, not looking away from her.
"You just told me," He answered simply, joking a little. From the look that Daphne gave him, she was clearly not satisfied with his attempt at humor. "Daphne Blake, correct? It seems to me that since y'all have been doing your snooping around for quite a long time, y'all are bound to find something that isn't another human in a latex mask."
In a sudden movement, he lifted his head up, somewhat dramatically. His eyes stayed wide and unhinged, but his grin immediately turned into a concerned frown. This did not make him look any more welcoming. "I've spent most of my whole life researching monsters. Even when I just began to scratch the surface of everything, it already felt as if my soul had been through more than anything." He grinned wickedly again, his eyes looking between all of them. "...and all of y'all have that same look that I once had. That feeling of curiosity, wanting to learn more and become familiar... and that feeling of terror that comes with it."
Everyone shared a shudder, feeling unnerved by his statements. The scariest part was that he wasn't incorrect. They had come across ghosts, vampires, ghouls, aliens, zombies, and even the occasional demon, as well as anything in between. They were all aware of the fact that if they kept exploring mysteries, there is a really good chance that it won't end in a man being unmasked and taken to jail. It could very well end in injury, world ending revelations, and even death. Disregarding these risks, they kept on, for the sake of closure to anything that comes their way.
The detective stood silently, looking between everybody, waiting for the next question. To break the tense silence, Velma spoke up, being the first to come back to their senses. "...what have you seen?" She asked. "It seems like your an expert, but have you actually come in contact with anything?" She couldn't help but put in her skeptical tone of voice. While she had no doubt that the detective knew what he was talking about, it didn't hurt to question everything. After all, who knows just how much experience he's actually had? They had no idea if he was lying to them or not, and hopefully a question like this would give them some sort of closure. Or expose the detective for a fraud, whichever came first.
Instead of speaking, this time, the detective stood up once more. He didn't move from his spot, but he quickly moved a hand to the bottom of his hoodie. In a quick movement, he lifted it up, only high enough to show off his stomach. The gang gasped as they took in what he was showing them.
"Z-zoinks!" Shaggy stammered, unable to peer away.
The detective kept grinning as he showed off a massive scar in the shape of a bite mark. It took up almost the entire right side of his body. Seeing everyone's reactions made him give a malicious giggle. "Got that exploring Honey Island. Mean old swamp monster didn't like being disturbed," He explained, talking about it as if it were a new watch.
Velma, despite being taken aback by the massive injury, she still furrowed her brow. The detective noticed this, raising an eyebrow at her, not yet lowering his hoodie. This time, instead of waiting for her to ask, he merely turned around, showing off part of his exposed back. Three large claw marks on either side of his back scratched from the middle all the way to his hips. "Ain't no sharks living in the swamps, Miss Dinkley. Still remains to be my best find yet," He laughed, lowering his hoodie finally.
"L-like, what were you doing out in the middle of the swamp, man? If you, like, knew about it, why didn't you run? It could've killed you!" Shaggy yelped, shaking a little.
"But it didn't." The creepy man turned to Shaggy, his laugh hollow. "I'm lucky it just decided to give me a warning."
"Like, if that's what a warning is, I sure don't wanna know what it's like when it's really mad!" Shaggy added.
"Ryeah!" Scooby concurred, still hiding behind Shaggy.
The detective leaned over his table a little, shadowing his own face wickedly as he seemed to stare into the cowardly man across from him. "...Shaggy Rogers, I presume?" He asked simply. Shaggy's response was a nod and a bit of a whimper, not saying much else. With another dark laugh, the detective merely shook his head and turned his attention back to the table in front of him. "I say the sooner you go to that school, the sooner you'll discover your answers."
Shaggy gulped as Scooby looked up at him nervously. Daphne and Freddie had taken to glance over at Shaggy while Velma was studying the table as well. She took into account the types of injuries the victim sustained, as well as any other evidence. She noticed that nothing that wasn't supernatural was written on any of the papers laid out.
"Detective," She began, drawing his attention upwards once more, his grin and eyes still wide with anticipation. "If it is something inhuman, do you suppose it's still around?"
His grin once again quickly flashed to a chilling frown, making him look even more menacing. "Let's hope not," He replied simply, staring into her eyes. She flinched visibly, unable to keep herself from looking away.
To help break the tension, Freddie cleared his throat. "Uh... well gang, let's let the detective finish his work."
"Yeah, we can go ask locals about their experiences," Daphne continued, turning to open the door and let them out. Shaggy and Scooby nodded wordlessly and went to hurry out. The detective's grin returned, staring at all of them once more.
"Be careful out there," He told them, putting on a mysterious, yet unreadable, tone of voice.
Once they all left his office, closing the door behind them, they heard him mumbling to himself. With a quick stare, they all hurried their way out of the police station. None of them were sure if they could trust his credibility.
Despite this, they all turned to Shaggy as they walked to their van. "So what do you think, Shaggy? Fancy a visit back to whatever school you went to?" Freddie asked, raising an eyebrow.
He didn't answer right away, rubbing the back of his head as he looked down. On one hand, he knew that the inhabitants of the building would probably freak everyone out. On the other, he still had that note from Miss Grimwood, which implied that she was waiting for him. After some thought, he looked back up and gave a small, timid smile.
"Sure. Like, there's no harm in it, I suppose," He answered. This prompted a smile from everyone else, along with a semi-confused look from Scooby.
"Well that's good to know, then. You can show us the way," Freddie said, moving into the driver's side of the van.
"Yeah, and I'm sure whoever was in charge will be happy to see you again," Daphne said, turning her attention to him as they all got in their seats.
"Like, no doubt! Be prepared though, because like, the school is kinda... well, unorthodox," Shaggy warned.
"Unorthodox? How so?" Velma asked, turning her head back at him as they got in the back of the Mystery Machine.
"Like, let's just say they're a bit... old fashioned."
Velma smiled to herself. "Ooh, that means there's quite a bit of history with it. A perfect place to explore!"
Shaggy nodded, looking away silently. The only noise that came from him was a loud grumbling noise, signaling lunch time. "Like, until then, how about some grub?"
"Ryeah, runch rime!" Scooby barked. Freddie started the Mystery Machine up.
"Sure! There's bound to be someone who can give us some info about recent events. Two birds, one stone, and all that," He said, beginning to drive out of the station. "I believe there was a cafe around here somewhere..."
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A low rumble filled the air as dark clouds circled above the land. Despite the threat of a thunderstorm, a lone carriage trotted along an old pathway deeper into the forest. The man leading the horses was covered from head to toe in black garments, face hidden by a wide brimmed hat. As for the horses, it was almost hard to describe them as such. They had an emaciated appearance, their eyes dark and hollow, their whinnies sounding more like ghostly groans. They were not horses, but thestrals. Their long, demon like tails followed behind them with their bat-like wings folded up.
The carriage they pulled was very antique looking, but looked to be kept in very nice shape. The wheels moved evenly without any sort of bumping to be seen, lanterns hanging from above to give a small amount of illumination inside. Overall, it had a very Gothic aesthetic to it.
Inside, two figures sat opposite of each other, numerous suitcases and bags filling in the empty spots of the purple, vinyl seats. One passenger sat closest to the coachman, hands folded in his lap as he stared across from him. His hair was slicked back, yet showing the age of the man by having graceful streaks of gray among the black. His outfit was smart and neat, an elegant black suit with a white frilly shirt. His face was smiling gently, even if his skin gaunt and sickly white.
Across from him sat a young looking woman, most likely in her late teens. Her outfit fit her slim form, being an elegant aubergine colored dress with a slip on the side to show off her legs some, the hem frayed a little. The sleeves were long, yet stopped at around her forearms. The only part of her outfit that didn't match her dress were her heels and a sash around her waist, both of which were a dark red.
Her skin, as opposed to the other, looked youthful, even if it was tinged with lavender. Her hair was also purple, which almost touched her feet. She was staring out of the side of the carriage, her green eyes looking lost in thought, her hand resting daintily on her chin, fingers curled in.
"Such wonderful weather for your first day back, isn't it, Sibella dear?" Asked the man, his thick Romanian accent extremely obvious in his voice.
The girl merely nodded, not looking away from the window. "Hm," She replied in a noncommittal tone.
A flash of lightning quickly illuminated the inside of the carriage, low rumbling soon following it. The man raised an eyebrow at her as he continued. "Sibella, darling, are you okay? You have been brooding for the past couple of days." In response, she gave an answer identical to her last one. This did not appear to satisfy the man, as he went on. "...this is not about your step-mother again, is it?"
Sibella's hand seemed to clench, looking more like a fist at this point. Discussions about her step-mother were not a new occurrence, and it wasn't until recently did the two of them end up on any form of good terms with each other. Despite this, she had been quite adamant with her father that she remained absent from this current trip. She did not look away from the window, although she would finally speak up. "It's nothing, daddy." Her voice was almost like the purr of a cat, with almost no accent to be heard.
"Then what is troubling you, dear?"
Sibella remained quiet for a few seconds, as if formulating her response. After some time, she finally looked at her father, her eyes not changing from her thoughtful (or bored) expression. "It's nothing too important. I've just... been thinking about a dream I had a few nights ago," She explained.
The man's eyes widened some, his eyebrows cocking upwards in a quizzical manner. "Hm. Do you perhaps remember what it is you dreamt?" He inquired.
Sibella merely shrugged at this, waving off it's importance. "Nothing too weird. Some of it was just flashes of images. Mostly fire," She told. "The strangest part for me, though, was the fact that during most of it, I saw nothing but blackness. The only thing I could sense was a voice, hissing inside my ear. It spoke of fear, power, and helplessness." She visibly shivered some, clearly being chilled by remembering it.
The man who was her father gave a serious look, arms now folding in front of him. "...hm. It may not seem like anything now, but if you still can recall it, than that must mean it has unnerved you," He spoke thoughtfully. "Dreams are not to be taken too lightly, you know."
"I'm aware, daddy."
"If this dream is to show up again, that means that something serious is going to happen." The man looked to the side, thinking to himself a little. "And from what you have told me, it is going to be nothing pleasant."
Sibella's hand seemed to clutch against her own, which were now folded in her lap as she listened to her father's words.
When she said nothing, he looked back at her, lowering his voice some. "Sibella. If you have a bad feeling about this sort of thing, we do not have to return-"
"No," She butted in suddenly. Her father raised his eyebrow again at her. "It was but one night that I had it. It was chilling, certainly, but it has not since repeated itself. It was most likely nothing." In her mind, however, she knew that the dream was nothing to brush off. Her father was right in that regard. Still, she did not want to stay home, away from her school. It was almost like a second home to her, and she could not bear to be away from her friends for much longer.
Naturally, he did not look to believe her at all. Of course, after a bit of a staring between each other, it was evident that she was not looking to back away. The man sighed and broke eye contact, looking down. "Very well. We continue."
Soon, the sky erupted in another loud boom of thunder, which followed after a strike of lightning. The carriage passed an enormous building, one which the two recognized as a rival school. In the years, it appears to have gotten much bigger as more and more students began to apply. That was not the place they were headed for, the coachman keeping a consistent speed throughout the haunted looking woods.
Throughout the remainder of the ride, neither of the two passengers spoke, enjoying the sounds of the incoming storm, as well as the stomps of the thestrals' hooves. Soon, the coachman clicked his tongue and the carriage slowed to a halt. "We have arrived, Count," He grumbled lowly.
"Ah, excellent," The man spoke, grinning a bit. He revealed his sharp fangs some as he turned his attention back to his daughter. "I hope you have a good year, darling. And please be careful."
Sibella finally flashed a smile, showing off her own set of fangs. "Do not worry, daddy. I'll be fine."
Soon, the side door of the coach opened up, the coachman remaining quiet as he did so. Sibella stepped out of the carriage, the Count remaining seated. As soon as she stepped foot onto the soil, she was greeted by a familiar walking octopus with a toupee and tie. His face was formed in a regal manner, tentacles quickly moving in to grab a hold of most the bags inside before leading the girl towards the mansion in front of them. Sibella had decided to hold onto one of them, keeping both hands around the handle. The drawbridge was down, and at the entrance stood the headmistress of the school: Miss Grimwood. Matches was laying by her left side, eyeing over the vampire some. To her right shoulder was a floating, white hand.
"Don't forget to write, dear!" The Count called to her before the door was shut. The coachman climbed up on the carriage, tipping his hat a little.
"Enjoy your year, miss," He replied simply before tugging the ropes and leading the carriage away.
Miss Grimwood greeted the young vampire with a wide smile. "Ah, Sibella. It's so nice to see you again!"
Sibella nodded and smiled at her, setting her bag down before curtsying a little as she spoke. "A pleasure to see you again too, Miss Grimwood. May I ask if anyone else has shown up yet?"
"No, you're the first one tonight," The teacher replied. "Not to worry, they'll be here soon! In the meantime, why not unpack and make yourself comfortable? Once everyone shows up, I'll get started with our evening feast."
"Sounds fang-tastic," Sibella said, gasping a little before covering her mouth. "...I mean, wonderful." She fixed, flushing a bit as she removed her hand.
Miss Grimwood merely chuckled and waved her hand. "Oh, come now, Sibella, no need to be so formal. You may be older, but you'll always be my student."
Sibella grinned at her before nodding. "I've missed this place," She sighed some, heading up the stairs with the octopus butler. As she reached for her bag, the white hand floating around Miss Grimwood's shoulder went to grab a hold of it for her. She put a hand up, shaking her head. "If you please, I wish to carry this one for myself." The hand let go and gave the 'OK' symbol with it's fingers before floating back to the headmistress.
Once the vampire had made it to her old room, the octopus had just finished putting her bags down, arranging them neatly on the floor. "Thank you very much," She said to the butler, who bowed it's large head before heading back down the stairs. Sibella shut the door behind her, setting her personal bag on the bed. Despite feeling a small sense of dread, due to her dream, she still felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, being back at her school, the promise of seeing her friends once more making her excited. With a contented sigh, she began to open up her bags, starting to put everything away.
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Velma and Daphne watched with amusement as Freddie got cursed out. They had sat themselves inside of the local cafe, both to get lunch and ask questions. However, it seems like the first person who Freddie went up to wasn't all too keen about speaking about the attack. Even though none of them could understand Creole, the angry expression on the woman made it apparent that she wouldn't talk.
"Okay okay, jeez!" Freddie said, turning away and lifting his hand up in exasperation. "You ask one question..."
"Yeah, how'd that work out for you?" Velma asked smugly, resting her head in her hand. Daphne had her hand over her mouth, trying to hide her own laughter as Freddie sat himself down, crossing his arms.
"Guess the locals aren't very fond of answering questions about this sort of thing," He huffed, trying to avoid the gaze of the woman as she stared daggers at him.
"They probably think it's bad juju, or something," Daphne said, removing her hand and taking a sip from her mug.
At the same table, Shaggy and Scooby sat obliviously, eating from a shared plate of numerous burgers, fries piled all around the plate. After polishing off his fifth hamburger, he laughed a bit. "Like, I don't blame 'em! If I had experienced an attack, like I'd keep quiet too." Scooby nodded, his reply being muffled due to the amount of fries he was trying to shove in.
In that moment, someone sitting at a table by themselves had turned their attention towards the group of five. She stood up and began to make her way over to them. Daphne was the first to notice her, waving her hand. "Oh hello! Can we help you with something?" She asked, which pulled the attention of everyone else over to her. Velma and Freddie turned to the stranger, the latter of the two ready to ask questions. Before he could, however, Shaggy gulped down his food and spoke up for him.
"...Googie?"
The girl lifted her hand, waving sheepishly. "Hiya, Shaggy," She responded. Everyone else looked surprised. In a quick moment, Freddie smiled and look to him.
"Ooh, is this who you were talking about earlier?" He asked. Googie, much like the rest of the gang, hadn't changed much. Her hair was still a bright strawberry blond cut into a bob, her outfit still consisting of sneakers, socks, a skirt, and a tank top. The only difference was that she was also wearing a varsity jacket of a local college. She had taken to petting Scooby on the head, who had quickly ran over to give her a hug.
Shaggy laughed sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah..! Like, what's new with you, Googie?" He asked, turning to look at her.
Googie shrugged simply, her gentle voice speaking through. "Nothing much, just going through life normally, I suppose." She looked between them all, grinning a bit. "...but from what I hear, you and your friends have been doing more interesting things."
She decided to sit between Freddie and Shaggy. Despite Shaggy continuing to eat, Freddie couldn't help but look over her. She was really cute. Daphne cleared her throat after he stared for a second too long, causing him to look away, blushing bashfully. "Heh... erm, w-well nice to meet you! I'm Freddie, this is Daphne, and that's Velma," He introduced, pointing to everyone else at the table.
The girl nodded and smiled more. "Oh, Shaggy's told me about you guys. It's really impressive, I think!" Googie looked around and leaned in. "To be honest, though, it's a bit dangerous to speak about ... what happened around here."
"Yeah, Freddie found that out the hard way," Velma stated, making everyone else laugh, much to the chagrin of Fred, who had crossed his arms again.
"So I heard," Googie continued, looking a bit serious again. "I don't have as much experience with this kind of thing as you guys, though, but it's still very dangerous. I've only gotten into these kind of exploits before, when Shag-"
In that moment, Shaggy began to choke, clearing his throat very loudly. This stopped her as they all looked at him. He merely responded with a laugh. "L-like, they don't have to know about that, Googie!"
In response, she gave a surprised look, her hands moving her hips. "You mean you haven't told them?" Shaggy flinched as Scooby gulped, who also began to laugh nervously.
"What do you mean?" Daphne persisted, everyone looking confused by this.
Googie rolled her eyes as she sighed, Shaggy slumping in his seat as he remained quiet. "If Shaggy hasn't told you guys, I guess I'll have to."
"Tell us about what?" Velma asked, everyone starting to lean in.
Googie looked between them all and replied, "About Shaggy's racing career."
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Okay ohmygod this is an amazing idea im gonna send like 80 million of these so feel free to skip some etc (esp if you've already done them!!!)
❤️ + WNSD (fave ep AND stylized movie!)
✌️ + 80s movie trio!
🍿 oh and also 🧠 + Velma
And 🧍♂️and also 🏡
hi swishy! 👋 Thank you for the ask!!!
❤️ [+WNSD] - I talked about my fav eps of What’s New here and I stand by a lot of what I said. It’s legit so, so hard for me to narrow it down but that’s as close as I’ve gotten. 😂 For favorite WNSD era movie I LOVE Where’s My Mummy. It’s such a beautiful movie with so many sweet moments between the Gang and I love the plot twist. Velma as the villain is so iconic. I also love a lot of the side characters (Omar, Amahl Ali Akbar, Amelia). There’s a lot of beautiful uses of color in the film and it’s overall v fun and heartfelt.
✌️[+Classic/Red-Shirt Era] - MATCHES!! He’s my special little guy. I also adore the Grimwood Girls (Tanis/Winnie are my fav but I love Sibella/Elsa/Phantasma too!) and their dads <3. The Calloway Cadets are also really fun and I love Googie ofc (plus Vanna Pira & Drac).
🍿- Zombie Island forever <3. When I was younger I literally wore out the Ghoul School DVD I had. Cyber Chase and Camp Scare are also all time favs.
🧠 [+Velma] - mmmmm. There’s so many cute canon details abt her already 🤔 I can’t think of any headcanons really 😅. I will say I love the concept that’s been shown in a lot of movies of her just *needing* to have a book with her at all times. I find that super adorable and endearing. Again, completely not really a headcanon at all but yeah!
🏡 - COOLSVILLE
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Welcome To GrimWood
Where High Strangness is the norm!
Resident Rep: Orla
Native Fruit: Oranges
Current Villagers
Fauna
Marshal
Lolly
Barold
Rio
Lobo
Kiki
Axel
Lucky
Updates:
I have a problem where I start to terraform and then decide that I could have had a better starting layout, so I restart. But I have had this last island for a while and I am determined to finish it.
probably about 35% done overall, but I don't think I need to do any more terraforming!
XX - pictures of Grimwood
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I wish you would write a fic where Shaggy didn't win the race in RW and has to stay a werewolf forever - but he goes back to work at Grimwood's w/ Scoob & Scrappy, and tries to make the best of it by working w/ the community to help out in cases of more antagonistic monsters (like Revolta, Krudsky, etc) in secret. Then he's called in to help out with a case on Moonscar Island - and has to hide his presence from the gang, who are also investigating. Could branch out into WG, AI, etc.
There was a song about having friends in ‘low places’. Well Shaggy had certainly had friends in strange ones. Debts were important in the world of magic, even ones he didn’t think he was owned. But saving the girls, giving the Boo Brothers a home, had earned him enough help, enough allies that freed him and the others from the mad vampire’s control.
But he was still bound by the terms of his own bet. He hadn’t won the race, and no matter how much cheating had been levels against him, his wager was lost. He would be a werewolf forever.
(more under cut, this got long)
Had had to give up a lot, but the worst, by far, was Scooby. Not that his oldest friend wanted to go, but Shaggy knew Scooby would never be happy living in a world of monsters. Scooby would wake up back in Coolsville, remembering only that Shaggy had been kidnapped.
He’d stayed with the Boo Brother for a bit till he got his feet back underneath him. He later moved into the Scrawggins’ old place (Apparently the real Shierriff Buzby wasn’t too pleased when he’d learned how close Billy Bob came to shooting both Shaggy himself and TJ, The Scrawggins were ‘strongly encouraged’ to leave town.)
Most monsters, he learned, weren’t overly fond of humans and didn’t understand his being upset with his new situation. The two he found himself resonating most with were ghosts and his fellow werewolves. Ghosts understood the longing to be human again, and while werewolves didn’t, they at least understood the pain of being separated from his loved ones.
It was years later when he was approached by a swamp monster of all things. The monster lived in the bayou near New Orleans and was sure something was wrong. (And with how slow Plant monsters tended to be coming to conclusions, it had been going on for a good long while) Whatever it was was only targeting humans, so he didn’t think most monsters would help. In addition Shaggy used to belong to a group of Mystery Solvers.
Shaggy wasn’t one to run into a mystery, but he also wasn’t one for letting people get hurt if he could help it. One assumed name later and he was hired on MoonScar island as a field hand. Thankfully his extensive knowledge of food extended to growing it. He was sure the swamp monster was right. Underneath the overwhelming scent of cats and peppers there was the smell of death and something...dark.
It was the day of the harvest moon and Shaggy knew something would have to give. Today whatever had been happening would happen and it it didn’t happen before nightfall, he’d transform and everything would get more complicated.
Still it seemed like any other day. Simone kept to herself. Lena went about her chores. Beau just kept his nose to his work, digging his holes and placing flowers. It wasn’t until Lena came back form the market with a familiar van in tow that Shaggy felt himself lock up.
Why were they here?! Of course, there was a mystery. He was torn between wanting to run to them, or just run away. He missed them terribly and he wanted to hug all of them and not let go. But the thought of telling them what he had become froze him in terror.
But running away wasn’t an option. Whatever had been targeting people was here and now the gang was in it’s path. At least they hadn’t recognized him from afar. The straw had he was wearing to protect him from the sun covered most of his face, and the rest was hidden behind a thick beard (the one benefit of being a werewolf as far as he was concerned)
He tried to focus on the peppers when he heard Velma’s voice suddenly asking “And what about him?”
“Oh Sammy, he’s a drifter looking for work Lena picked up.” Simone answered, using Shaggy’s fake name. “He doesn’t speak much. In fact, I don’t know if he can.”
Velma shot him a look across the yard and Shaggy felt his stomach curdle. It was the look she had when deciding someone was a suspect. Aimed at him. He wanted to cry but held it in, fighting the urge to run even more as Velma came up to him.
“Sammy right?”
He couldn’t answer. She’d recognize his voice and then she’d know, so he merely nodded.
“How long have you been working with Miss Lenoir?”
He held up two fingers.
“Two years?” He indicated less.
“Two months?” An confirming nod.
“Have you heard anything about the so called haunting of Morgan Moonscar?” This got a shrug. Shaggy had heard some of the stores, but hadn’t seen anything like a haunting while he was here.
Velma studied him a moment, as if weighing his answers. He heard Scooby give out a small whine behind her. Of course Scooby would be the closest to recognizing him. But he looked and smelled different enough from what he used to. He’d be familiar, but not Shaggy.
“Do you believe the island is haunted?”
Shaggy hesitated this time, but ended in another shrug. He honestly didn’t know if the ghosts had anything to do with what was happening, but he didn’t know they didn’t either.
“Can you talk?”
Another vigorous negative. It wasn’t that he was physically unable to, but to her, to any of them? No he couldn’t.
And she walked away Shaggy chanced a glance towards her, towards them. Velma had changed the least. She was definitely taller and walked with a lot more confidence though. Daphne was as lovely as ever, though her style had defined shifted from Fashionable cute to Fashionable mature, but where Velma had been more confidant, Daphne had somehow become more bubbly and enthusiastic. Fred’s shoulder’s had squared more and Shaggy could see his arm muscles were more defined, he could also guess the large camera he was holding was partly to blame. He also seemed to have mellowed out a bit, more content to let Daphne take the lead.
It was Scooby that broke his heart though. He stuck close to the group, switching between the three other members, but always being next to one of them. Not even the cats seemed to draw his attention away.
He’d hoped that Scooby would be able to get over losing him. After all, he’d still have the rest of the gang and his family. But he could still see the pain in his expression, his stance.
Shaggy did the only thing he could do to keep from moving towards his old friend. He went in the opposite direction. Forcing himself to take each step until he was in the trees where he could safely break down.
~
“What do you think?” Daphne asked.
“I think we need to figure out the person behind it pulled it off. That will tell us a lot.” Velma was in deep thought. “Beau’s actions were strange. And Sammy certainly seems suspicious.”
“I...I don’t think he’s involved.” Fred shuffled nervously.
“A drifter without even a last name, doesn’t talk, and has no known history?” What about that isn’t suspicious?”
“I thought so to. After you talked to him, I saw him leave the field, so I followed him. He-” Fred looked even more uncomfortable. “He was crying.”
“Crying, why?” Daphne gave Fred her full attention.
“I didn’t exactly ask, Daph. If a guy goes off alone to cry, he usually doesn’t want anyone to know he’s there. But maybe he’s here for the same reason we are.”
“The ghost of Morgan Moonscar?” Velma raised an eyebrow.
“No, well, not exactly. But part of the case is a bunch of people who disappeared, right? Maybe one was someone he knew.” Fred theorized.
“It’s a stretch, but not completely outside the realm of possibility.” Velma allowed. If she was right and the goal of whoever was behind this was the theft of Morgan Moonscar’s treasure, an emotional reaction like crying wouldn’t fit in. “What do you think Scooby?”
“Ri riss Raggy.” the great dane choked out
The wave of grief hit them all like a slap in the face.
“Ri reep rinking re’s rhere, rut rhe’s not.” Scooby was shaking slightly. “Ri rant Raggy back.”
“We all do Scooby,” Velma leaned down and hugged him.
“Why don’t we take a break after this case?” Daphne suggested. It had been a long shot, but she'd hoped that in solving cases like they used to and airing it on TV maybe, just maybe, Shaggy would see it wherever he was and come back to them.
They didn’t talk about how long the odds were that Shaggy was even still alive, or if he was that he’d have access to a TV or the ability to come home if he hadn’t already. It was all they could think of when it seemed everyone else had already given up.
But if going back to the old days was hurting Scooby, maybe it was time to pull the plug.
This was going to be it. Mystery Incorporated’s last case.
But they’d see it through to the end. There was only one case they’d never solved and they weren’t giving up on that either.
~
There was a time when Shaggy would have fled from the sight on a bunch of ghosts becoming zombies. And he was still more than ready to do so in a moment’s notice. But living with monsters, as one, gave him at least the courage to try and talk to them. He didn’t realize how much he hadn’t been talking till his voice came out raspy and hoarse.
The zombies, it turned out, couldn’t really vocalize, but they understood well enough and could at least make gestures to get their point across to answer his questions. Yes, they were the missing people. No, they hadn’t hurt anyone. Yes, there was something evil here. His final question ‘Were the people brought to the island in danger?’ got an enthusiastic yes. At which point Shaggy no longer cared about hiding who he was. He had to warn the others.
And oh-too familiar scream had him running towards the docks as the sun began to slip beneath the horizon
~
“Those were zombies. Real zombies!” Daphne gasped as they ran from where they had been looking for clues.
“I noticed!” Velma was right behind her. Fred was leading them while Beau brought up the rear, Scooby in the middle. They had tried to get back to the manor, but the path was blocked by the living dead.
“We’re back at the docks and I don’t believe it, It’s Jacques!” Fred pointed straight ahead to where the ferryman was just visible heading towards the island.
“I thought Lena said the ferry didn’t run at night,” Velma remembered.
“Who cares, Jacques, over here!” Daphne waved him down.
“Now whatch’all doing down here and not enjoin Lena’s fine cookin’?”
“Zombies, Jacques. The plantation is full of them.” Fred said grimly. “We couldn’t get back to Lena and Simone.”
“That a fact?” Jacques lifted his hat. “Dey gettin started mighty early this year.”
“This-This has happened before?” Beau stepped forward angrily. “And you knew?”
“Course we knew. We da reason dat dey’re here.” Jacques grinned and his face seemed to split apart as his features warped and twisted. Daphne screamed as they turned to run, but they didn’t get far as the creature Jacques had become grabbed Fred.
Scooby turned, ready to put his fear aside if it meant saving one of his remaining friends. But he was beaten to the punch by a blur that shot out of the wooded area and landed on Jacques.
“Freddy run!” Shaggy shouted, even as his wolf side manifested.
Scooby froze but Velma picked him up and ran now that Fred was free.
“Sammy knew my name. How did he know my name?” Fred gasped. The place where Jacques grabbed him seemed to burn.
“I don’t know, but did you see, he was turning into one of those things too!” Daphne gasped.
“Ro,” Scooby seemed to wake up and twisted out of Velma’s grip. He turned around and began running towards where the fight had been.
“Scooby, where are you going?” Daphne cried, but Scooby didn’t listen to her. For the first time he separated from them, beelining back to the voice that was so achingly familiar it could only belong to one person.
~
Shaggy slumped against one of the many trees, sliding down into the damp ground next to the swamp, letting the moon fall off his face. Whatever the heck Jacques was, his claws hurt. It felt almost like his very life had been drained from the wounds. Thankfully the moonlight boosted him too, the injuries would be healed soon. Still if it weren’t for the zombies coming to his aid, he very well could have been dead.
He needed to recover enough to find the others and keep them safe. He didn’t know how, he hadn’t been able to handle one of whatever Jacques was and the zombies had confirmed Lena and Simone were the same.
Not to mention getting the others to trust him now that they’d seen what he really was.
He heard the rustle of something approaching. It was too fast for a zombie, but too light for a cat monster. He swore if it was Snakebite and that hunting pig of his…
Scooby burst through, the others right behind. They recoiled at the sight of what was clearly a werewolf bathed in moonlight, but Scooby pressed forward, ending up dragging Fred along when he grabbed his collar.
He walked right up to the werewolf until he was practically nose to nose with him. Scooby looked into the achingly familiar eyes and he knew. “Raggy?”
Whatever resolve Shaggy had shattered in that moment. “Scooby Doo!” he cried, wrapping his arms around his oldest friends neck and began sobbing.
He jumped slightly when he felt Fred’s hand on his head. “Shag...what happened to you?”
“Like, stupid vampire wanted to play Pokemon with real monsters. Collect them all, you know.” Shaggy shrugged, not knowing what to say. “He made me into his pet werewolf.”
“Pet!” Daphne’s voice raised to a near screech.
“Shh!” Shaggy didn’t know where the cat monsters were, but he didn’t want them to find them.
“Okay, this is just a little too much. You guys know Sammy, he can in fact talk, and he’s a werewolf? What’s going on?” Beau demanded.
“Sammy, it seems, is really our friend Shaggy, who was kidnapped about six years ago.” Velma explained.”And I’m guessing the not talking is because he didn’t want us recognizing his voice. At least since we’ve been here.”
Shaggy nodded. “There’s another monster that lives in the swamp. He knew something bad was happening here, but he didn’t know what. He asked me to look into it.”
“Why you? And how long have you known about what’s going on?” Beau continued his questioning.
“I live in Louisiana too, and I can fit in with humans, at least for a little while. As for the rest, I, like, kinda found out about the same time you did. I talked to the zombies and was able to get that Simone, Lena, and Jacques were behind the disappearances, that the zombies were the victims, and, like, you were in danger when I heard you scream. Also, whatever they are, I think their claws are cursed.”
“You live in… Shaggy you’ve been right here the entire time?“ Anger began to creep into Daphne’s tone. “Do you have any idea what it was like losing you? For us, for your family?”
“I know, I lost you guys too!” Shaggy snapped, then buried his head in his paws. “But bad things happen when the monster world and the human one mix. Things like this place. I was...it’s better for you if you just forget about me.”
“Nuts to that!” Velma stomped over. “You listen to me, Shaggy Rogers. We are all going to get off this island alive. You are coming with us back to Coolsville. And you are going to apologize to you parents and your sister for not coming straight home the minute you could. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-Yes Ma’am.” Shaggy stuttered.
“Let’s focus more on the ‘get off this island alive part’.” Beau looked around. “We should probably keep moving.” He couldn’t say he was comfortable with a werewolf being with them. But even more than the kid’s faith was the fact that he could still see the injuries from when Sammy had protected his friend. “Can you think of anything that can help us?”
“Sorry, I, like, really don’t understand what was going on myself. It might help if I could really talk to the zombies, but this kind of thing doesn’t happen anymore.”
“Anymore?” Beau narrowed his eyes.
“Like, the stories come from somewhere. But it wasn’t good for either side. Monsters weren’t the only ones doing the hunting. Like, if people didn’t disappear in the bayou all the time, this would have been noticed earlier and taken care of. And, like, not by me. I’m with the get out of here option.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Simone, or what had been Simone, stalked out of the brush, Lena and Jacques behind her.
Shaggy growled, his fur puffed up. Lena hissed back. The zombies did their best to swarm the monsters, but were easily thrown away.
“Why are you doing this?” Daphne asked.
“For life, mon chere,” Jacques laughed. “Life everlasting fer da three of us.”
“And the extermination of you wretched dogs” Simone snarled, raising her claws.
“That is why you hunt in my swamp.” A slow voice burbled out of the water. “You have caused much pain and death. You have drawn unwanted attention. Your presence will no longer be tolerated.”
Large thick vines sprung from the trees and swamp water, wrapping around the cat creatures and pulling them in. They struggled and thrashed, but their fangs and claws couldn’t dent the vines that slowly drug the murderers to a watery grave. They tried to grab onto anything to anchor themselves, but the zombies continued in their quest for vengeance, some of the pirates and soldier instead circling the humans and canines, protecting them in case their killers broke loose. All three were pulled screaming into the water.
When the bubbles stopped the zombies seemed to dissolve. Their spirits rose from their remains, singing thanks and songs of freedom, as Shaggy and Fred’s injuries stopped their ever-present ache . From the swamp a large mass of vegetation rose. “You have found what was wrong in my swamp. I owe you.”
“You saved my friends, man. We’re even.” the werewolf shrugged.
The swamp monster seemed to regard him for a moment. “You are a strange man Shaggy Rogers. Good fortune to you and your friends.” He descended back into the water.
“Is it over?” Fred whispered.
“I think so,” Daphne whispered back.
“We made it.” Beaus almost didn't believe it. The undercover detective had no idea what he would tell his superiors, but he’d survived to tell them and that was something.
“Shaggy,” Daphne gulped. “If word got out about what happened today, it would be bad, wouldn’t it? Really bad?”
“It would.” Shaggy agreed. “It could start a new wave of hunts that innocent monsters would get caught in.”
“Including you.” Fred opened up his camera and handed the film to Daphne who smashed it over her knee, exposing the film.
“Guess you’ll have to find something else for your show.” Beau commented.
“Show?” Shaggy asked.
“We got what we wanted, footage was secondary.” Daphne said, smiling at where Scooby was firmly planted in Shaggy’s lap. “And he’s talking about my Show, Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake. Fred films it and Velma does the research. Come on, we’ll catch you up on what you’ve missed for the last six years on the way home.”
Home. He convinced himself he’d never see it again.
But maybe a monster could have a happy ending after all.
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|| Get to know SIBELLA VON DRAKE who’s TWENTY-ONE years old and a JUNIOR in college majoring in FASHION DESIGN. She is from TRANSYLVANIA and is often times mistaken for CINDY KIMBERLY while others say she reminds them of SIBELLA from SCOOBY DOO & THE GHOUL SCHOOL. ||
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growing up in the von drake household was a long, lonely, experience. for a good handful of her life ( a good handful of years to be exact) were her playing by herself in he the castle her father owned. he was a good man, but a busy man due to constantly trying to keep humans away from their world. he was cruel at times, and only lured the simplest of humans in to feed him and his daughter before finishing them off when sibella was asleep.
sibella never really knew her mother and her father didn’t like talking about her. she is pretty sure she isn’t dead-dead, but she hasn’t heard a peep of her since she entered this world. sibella often wonders if that was for the best or not, and keeps the little bits of info that she could find deep within the castle to her. she knows her first name was lucille and that she liked to paint. there were several portraits of her father in the attic done by her and sibella loved to study them closely and try her hand at sketching them. she was so-so in her opinion, but it does help her feel closer to her mother.
her father trained her to be the spookiest vampire she could be. he taught her the tricks of the trade and sibella was capable of being her scariest because of it. the only issue was, well, sibella just didn’t like scaring humans. she really wasn’t the type to use anyone, and she considered humans to be as special to her as any other ghoul. she just treated them like they were fragile, since they were in comparison. she hadn’t ever gotten the chance to be up close to any, but she knew in her heart how she felt about them.
years of solitude and wishing to know what the world was like beyond the castle went by before she was given the chance to attend a public school for girl ghouls. miss grimwood, an old friend of her father’s, fought for sibella to have a place in her school and the day her father agreed she had soared around the room until her wings were sore. she took on the school with open arms and her fellow scare sisters were already family to her before she even got to know them. being free meant everything to her.
the boys at calloway cadets were the first humans she had ever seen up close. they were awkward-looking, but not as fragile as sibella had believed them to be. they were fierce competition when it came to sports and some of them were cute as a button. they didn’t feel dangerous at all, and maybe that was true. that didn’t stop them from being dirty cheaters though (at least that was the case for those boys).
sibella never wanted colonel calloway to get hurt for something his students did; she didn’t want the boys to get hurt either! she regrets telling her father about the cheating during their sports competitions every day because it brought out some harsh truths. sibella saw her father lose control, she saw the terror in human eyes from the experience, and worst of all....she almost lost control too the moment she found out her and her girls worked so hard for nothing. it was a wake up call for sure and she has been cautious with humans ever since. as much fun as they can be, she knows that the upper hand is what a lot of them are more concerned with.
sibella really loves corona. she loves the people, she loves the magic in the air, and she loves the fresh start. she has already made her mark on the island (and yes this is about the sex tape) and she is itching to do more. she is going to school for fashion, which has always been a passion, but she has also been taking local art lessons on the side too. just for fun.
every time she finds herself getting close to a human she has to remind herself that she shouldn’t. she jumps head first into things so much that she almost forgets that she needs to keep her cool for the sake of the human’s. she isn’t afraid that her dad will repeat what he did to the colonel, she is afraid she will make the same mistake her dad did if she loses her cool or gets hurt by these humans. it is all so tricky.
she is torn between being herself openly and behaving for the sake of her friends. in the past she has always let herself be, transforming in front of everyone, letting her fangs stand out; but right now she is trying to keep things cool because she is worried of her friends getting hurt. the last thing she needs to do is be the reason they get hunted and killed.
she has recently started taking ballet classes. she knows she is a little (a lot) old, but she finds dancers so charming and graceful. she wants to be graceful like them.
one of her favorite past times is to take pictures of her friends and their surroundings. her instagram is very busy.
she has never had human blood directly from the source. her father had always brought it to her in some other way and she is grateful for that because she is worried about what she would do if she were given the chance to drink from someone’s neck.
she sends postcards to her father constantly to keep him in the loop so he doesn’t surprise visit. no, he does not know about the sex tape.
she is in love with the night life at corona. she constantly goes out and parties, dances with friends, etc. she doesn’t get drunk easily but when it does happen she is a destructive force.
she is 121 years old to date. her sign is scorpio and her birthday is november 13th.
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