comment_fic | Thursday is all about Animation!

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Good morning all! I hope you're enjoying this week's themes. I'm

evil_little_dog with today's prompt: Cartoon Fandoms! For simplification, by cartoons I mean anything animated - Disney, Pixar, WB, anime, stop-motion animation, etc.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The Corpse Bride, Emily+/Victor Van Dort, Victor considers actually marrying Emily.
+ Scooby Doo, Velma Dinkley+Scooby Doo, Without Shaggy
+ Miraculous Ladybug, Adrien Agreste+Plagg,

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What If?, Peggy Carter, life in the modern world

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Disney, Raya/Namaari, family dinner

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The Owl House, Luz Noceda & Gus, "The human world isn't all it's cracked up to be."

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The Owl House, King, meeting his father

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Attack on Titan, Levi, his childhood

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My Hero Academia, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, they have a free day

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Beauty & the Beast, Belle, the Beast, his curse is broken, what happens next

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They realize that they don't have any furniture!

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Ahahahha love it. Good point

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Fullmetal Alchemist, ensemble, Alphonse is back to full health so Mustang's team invites the Resembool crew back for a party

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The Corpse Bride, Emily+/Victor Van Dort, Victor considers actually marrying Emily.

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Scooby Doo, Velma Dinkley+Scooby Doo, Without Shaggy

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It doesn't seem possible, but the unthinkable has happened. She kneels rigid at the last graveyard of a member of the team besides herself and their incredible dog, who has been loved by all of them and considered by everyone to be a loyal friend and their mascot. Scooby has saved them and cheered them many times, but right now, there can be no cheering him. There can also be no cheering her. Her heart's buried six feet beneath them, and so is his.

She's shaking inside, and she knows they have to go. They have to go eventually. They still have the bad guy to catch. The villains have gotten worse and worse over the years. She'd begged the others to stop many times. But after Daphne was killed, Fred wouldn't stop. He wouldn't even consider stopping, and Shaggy would not consider leaving his friend. Even the cancer didn't slow down Fred. He'd seemed bent not just on vengeance for his wife, but for all young women who are . . .

Velma chokes back a sob. She can't let herself go there, can't let herself consider what had ultimately happened to Daphne. If she does, she may not be able to continue with what she still has to do, and now she understands Fred better than ever before. Her fingers curl into tiny fists. She may not be much in fighting, but they will find a way to bring down the goon who shot Shaggy. They will find a way to revenge him, or die trying.

At least, Velma thinks, glancing away from the grave at last, almost as though Shaggy can still see her, Fred actually got to marry Daphne. He got to know what it was like to hold her in his arms, and cherish her in his bed or whatever he was using for the bed at the time, every night during their married life. She never got that with Shaggy, but she also never got over him.

She raises a glare to Scoob, but the poor dog is nothing but a big, brown pile of shivering, trembling skin and bones. She can't be angry at him. He didn't know what he was doing when he broke her and Shaggy up, and goodness knows no one ever expected that she couldn't get over a man like Shaggy. But she hadn't been able to. She had never been able to move on, and she knows, now, that she never will.

She can't; she's trapped by Shaggy and the love she felt for him, even if he had never been able to truly return it. He had been a boy trapped in a skinny, cute man's body, after all, had never quite grown up, and never really known what love was supposed to be. For Christ's sake, he'd always thought his dog was his best friend, when she and Fred had been right there. She could have understood him not being there for her as a best friend, but Fred had stuck by him through everything, too, and Shaggy had still chosen a dog for his best friend.

A dog who was now weeping and wailing as though his heart, too, would never mend. She was out of Scooby snacks; it had taken every bit she still had to get him through burying Shaggy. "You wanna go for a sandwich?" she asks him, expecting to appeal to his baser instincts and distract him from mourning.

He hiccups, then shakes his head. The words he whimpers translates to her as, "Not hungry." The bottom half of his jaw trembles until he breaks out again, wailing and crying. "SHAGGY!"

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"I know, Scoob; I know," Velma whispers understandingly. More tears fall from her eyes, but she knows she cannot be distracted. She has to move them. She especially has to move them before the villain finds them here, such a perfect, easy place to locate them or, for that matter, any one who had genuinely cared for Shaggy. But they are the last two left.

"Pizza?" she suggests, but Scooby's wails just increase in volume. She finally sits back, wraps her arms around her legs, and just lets him cry. As she, too, silently weeps and weeps and weeps . . . She doesn't know how long they sit there, just crying for the man they both loved and lost, but finally Scooby is the one to look at her and break the monologue of tears.

His tail hits the dirt, a solitary strike that seems to echo in the graveyard. She had never discussed burial with Shaggy, but she had chosen to bury him in the same cemetery as Fred and Daphne. She has her own plot lined up beside his, and when Scoob dies, if he goes before her, she'll break into this place and bury him in the dirt next to Shaggy. At least then, in theory, the team will be together again.

For the first time in a long time, Scooby speaks what to Velma sounds like perfect English: "We kill him." Velma swallows hard, but then she slowly nods. She pushes herself up from the dirt, wipes away the last of her tears, and looks longingly one more time at Shaggy's headstone. At least she was able to kiss Shaggy one final time before he had finished bleeding out from the villain's bullet.

Pushes her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose, Velma nods gravely. "Let's go buy a gun." She doesn't care what happens to her now. The Scooby Gang has a certain reputation that may just get her out of jail, but she really, really doesn't care. All her reasons for continuing with this dismal life are buried here in the cold, hard ground. She wants to join them.

With all her heart, she wants to join Shaggy. She wants to put his long, lanky arms around her, see his smile, hear his laugh, and kiss him again and again and again and again in whatever follows death, if indeed there is anything. If there isn't, she just wants to no longer be, no longer be wrapped in this misery, in this grief, in this agony of having always loved a man who had never been able to look pass his dog. And she knows, minus the love, Scooby wants the same thing.

She feels his head push at her palm. She strokes him, almost absent-mindedly. The villain had his chance, she thinks, looking around at the still cemetary through her tears. He had his chance to pounce and finish them. He had his chance to attack them when all they could do was cry. Now it's time to finish the mission Shaggy started. It's time to finish her life of no one ever really wanting her for her. It's time to kill the bastard and then go home to her friend, even if, even in the afterlife, that's all he still wants to be.

"Let's finish it." The crisp, Autumn air seems to wrap around them, scattering multi-colored leaves as they walk away. Velma isn't in the least surprised to hear Scooby's growl.

The End