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veldinkley:

“I know you are,” Velma says quietly. “You’re good at a lot of stuff, Daphne. Like…being the distraction. It’s a critical role to play. You probably put yourself at risk ten times more than any of us. Without you we would be screwed. And just because you play the damsel, doesn’t mean your weak or helpless. It just means you’re the bravest one out of all of us.” Velma didn’t like that Daphne was upset, but they didn’t think Daphne was just a pretty side piece to the gang. She was far from it. “A Halloween cake sounds good to me.”

“Do you think that he’ll ever see me as anything more than just a pretty face?” The girl’s smile dropped, her eyes going to her friend. She hadn’t really spoken about her true feelings on the subject but it was starting to hurt more than she thought. “You really think so? Then why does it feel like I’m just like the extra. You’re the smart one, Fred thinks of the traps, Shaggy and Scooby are the decoys... Then there’s just me.” She exhaled heavily. Daphne tried to shake the negativity from her head and keep her thoughts on the cake. “Yeah, that’s what we’ll do.”

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bubblingbrooke:

“That’s like telling Freddie to stop building traps.” Velma shrugs. “Purple is cool? I am more of an orange person, but you’re the one baking the cake.”

“One day I hope to convince him to just not like... Why do you two have the be the ones to make them all? I’m smart too, you know.” She said with a bit of a huff. “Orange and purple are just... So tacky though. I guess we can make it work though with Halloween coming up and all.”

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veldinkley:

“I can try.” Velma mentally smack themselves in the head. “Of course. Yeah. Lets do this.” They take Daphne’s hand, blushing for a moment before dropping it once they were up. 

“When you’re being creative trying is all you can do and it’ll be just great. Don’t worry so much.” She tried to get them to loosen up but her words weren’t working as well as she’d hoped. “What color scheme are you thinking? I’m seeing some definite purple.”

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veldinkley:

“I suck at baking. I’m warning you now.” Velma sighs, getting up. “How do you even bake a cake?” They run a hand through their hair nervously. This stuff was not their specialty and Velma didn’t want to embarrass themselves. 

“How about I handle the baking then and you do the decorating? It’s about time you do something creative.” The redhead got to her feet, holding her hand out for her friend. “You read the back of the box, duh.”

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veldinkley:

“I can’t just skip my homework, Daph,” Velma explains, looking up at the girl. “You really want to bake a cake?” Velma thinks about it for a minute. “Fine. But then I do homework.”

“You can, you just chose not to. Having some fun isn’t wrong.” Daphne watched as her friend contemplated her offer before squeaking out excitement. “Yeah, yeah, homework shomework. We have a cake to bake.”

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veldinkley:

“Spend the night?” Velma finally lets themselves consider their friend’s question, a blush creeping on their cheeks. “Sure. I guess I can do that. I just hope you don’t mind me doing some homework while I’m there.”

“Yeah, I really just don’t want to sit around for the next two hours in my phone wishing I had some company.” Daphne rolled onto her stomach, placing her chin into the palm of her hand. “Why don’t you just like skip that and we can do something else. I have cake mix in the cabinet.” 

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veldinkley:

“I don’t understand what you are trying to ask me. You’re going to have to be a little more forward right now because this is out of my field of expertise.”

“Oh my gosh, it’s not that hard Velm. Do you want to spend the night or not? I’m bored and lonely.”

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mariaposadawsome:

         “ okay. i promise you, i’m a very good cook. i swear. this pan just is very new and very slippery apparently! ” maría giggled as yet another pancake almost slipped over the side.

Daphne watched with wide eyes, slowly nodding her head as she tried to believe the girl. “Okay then... If you say so... Maybe just like not try to play master chief with the pancakes, I don’t want one to end up on the ceiling.”

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itsmissjaneporter:

Letting out a small sigh in relief that she didn’t stain her sweater, Jane then couldn’t help but frown a tad bit as she gazed back up at the other. Her sweater was of a dark olive green color, and while it wasn’t exactly bright the brunette thought that she looked nice in it. Suppose she was wrong. “Wait, you mean that you are going to hand me a sweater?” She finally spoke up as she began to follow. 

The girl was already on her way back to the dorm when she turned back to look at the girl. “Yes, of course. It’s one of my favorite things to do. My friend Velma is my favorite person to dress up.” She smiled behind her before giggling a little. “My name is Daphne Blake by the way, what’s yours?”

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experiment-6-2-6:

“What’s with everyone in this town being so judgmental when it comes to clothing? I didn’t think it looked too bad…”

Daphne blinked at him for a few moments before pointing to a large stain on the front. “Do you not see the stain right there? What is that ketchup or something? You might want to try lemon and seltzer water for that.”

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badluck-mcbadbat:

He raised an eyebrow then as he glanced down to his overly-worn out and torn sweater while the girl picked at it. “Whats it matter to you? Its still wearable, so it doesn’t need to be fixed.” 

“Because I care about the well being of that poor sweater. Are you going to let me fix it or not? It’ll take me 10 minutes max and it might actually last you a little longer than the state it’s in right now.”

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badluck-mcbadbat:

“Uh, it ripped?” Chester glanced down to his old and tattered sweater with furrowed eyebrows. “Its fine, it doesn’t need to be fixed.” 

She shook her head, gently using her fingers to pick at the sweater that had gone through some tough times. “Can you please just give me like 10 minutes? I can fix it and maybe even make it better than before. Please just let me do something or next time you wash it the sleeves might just fall off.”

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itsmissjaneporter:

“My sweater? What- what is wrong with the sweater that I am wearing?” Jane asked, staring at the other girl with confusion for a moment before shifting her gaze towards the sweater that she was wearing. “Is there a stain on it that I didn’t realize? Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have that cup of tea this morning but I am positive that I hadn’t spilled any?”

Daphne placed tapped a finger against her chin as she observed the fashion choices of the girl in front of her. “Don’t worry, you are stain free... Maybe a little color would help it though. Come with me. I think I have the perfect sweater for you, I promise it’ll look much better than this one.” The girl waved for her to follow before heading back towards her room.

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“Oh my goodness... What happened to your sweater? Please tell me you didn’t buy it like that.” Daphne said before biting down on her lip. “We need to fix that immediately.”

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stfustarshine:

“Apparently I was dead? I don’t feel very dead though. This isn’t heaven is it? Because I’m real upset that heaven is the Dome. Couldn’t the gods be more creative?”

“Dead? Wow, I don’t know when I died but I must be right there with you if this is heaven.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Who even started that rumor?”

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meddlingfreddiejones:

Fred watched Daphne’s face fall and couldn’t help his own from doing the same. “What? Daph, that’s not at all what I meant. I know you’re smart and that you kick ass. I’ve seen you take down men three times your size without even getting a hair out of place on that pretty little head of yours.” He gave her a smile and poked her nose. “You help my ego more than you could ever know, and without you we wouldn’t be Mystery Inc. We would just be Mystery because without you there is no solving the crime. And, it would be a crime for me to let you walk away right now. You and I are partners in crime and we always will be. What’s a girl without her diamonds or a man without is dog? It’s like Fred Jones without his Daphne.”

Daphne had the beginnings of a smile start to curl back onto her lips. Fred had that effect on her, he’d get her to switch back into her state of perkiness just as fast as he’d toss her out of it. Sometimes she wondered if what she felt for him was greater than friendship but the idea was always swiftly shot down. “That’s because I’m amazing. No one has the right to mess up my hair after I get it done.” The redhead straightened her posture and looking up to the boy. He had said just the thing to convince her that she should do as he suggested. “Okay... Fine... I’ll be the bait but next time it better be you.”

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meddlingfreddiejones:

“Because that’s like…your job in our group. I mean obviously you’re so much more than that! You’re way more than a pretty face. But because you are the prettiest you are the best?” Towards the end his voice began to falter into a hopeful yet scared tone. “I would be no good at it. You’re the best at being a pretty face. Even better than me.”

“My job is to be pretty? Wow and I thought that Shaggy and Scooby got the short end of the stick. I’m capable of a lot more than applying eyeshadow without any fallout. Why don’t you ever ask me to help you with anything? It’s always Velma. I’m not stupid, you know. I know three different languages, I am a black belt in karate, and I’ve never gotten a B in my life. Yet I’m just going to be bait...” She exhaled heavily, her energy level tumbling down quickly. She was only able to shrug her shoulders. “Maybe I don’t want to be the pretty face anymore. If that’s all I am... I think you should find a new member of Mystery Inc.”