#jeepersdcph

[ghovlpire]

location :  anita's  apparel  ୨୧  @jeepersdcph​

           ❛ ooh ,  fangtastic shoes ...  ah- i'm  sorry ,  i  got  distracted  for  a  sec !  hi , ❜  a  giggle .  truth  was  that  sibella's  reason  for  approaching  the  girl  was  to  ask  for  her  opinion  on  two  different  clothing  pieces ,  yet  the  vampire  quickly  found  herself  distracted  by  her  amazing  shoes .  they  weren't  necessarily  her  style ,  but  she  had  always  had  an  eye  for  pretty  things .  that ,  and  an  affinity  for  purple .  ❛ i  was  hoping  you  could  help  me  pick  between  these ?  i  do  love  my  purples ,  but ...  black  is  such  a  charming  color ,  don't  you  think ? ❜  sibella  had  grown  to  learn  that  her  tastes  weren't  exactly  for  everyone ,  but  there  had  to  be  a  reason  why  humans  were  so  fascinated  by  what  they  called  the  ' little  black dress '.  it  was  a  good  color !  ❛ your  shoes  are  to  die  for ,  by  the  way ...  where'd  you  get  them ? ❜

[niceascot]

Continued from here for @jeepersdcph

Fred knew Daphne better than he knew anyone else. He knew right away his words caught her off guard and now he feared he'd said the wrong thing. Had his intentions upset her? Even if Daphne were to break his heart right then and there Fred would never love her any less. There were the what ifs, of course. Like what if she could never look at him again knowing his feelings and not returning them? What if she hated him? His expression started to falter when she didn't say anything at first, but he too was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what to say next, or at all. He felt a pit in his stomach for a brief moment before she spoke up. His expression completely changed and eyes went slightly wide and his mouth opened a little but no words came out at first. She'd caught him off guard. It wasn't the first part of what she said that caught him off guard though. Those initial words had only caused the pit in his stomach to lighten.

I'm always happy when I'm with you, Fred. The words ran through his head, over and over again. Those words could have possibly changed everything. Fred's heart was pounding and was in slight disbelief of what she was trying to say. Did she possibly...return his feelings? Had he been so blind as to not notice before? Was he that foolish? He knew he had to say something but he had so much to say to her that he couldn't form the words. He wanted to tell her he loved her and that he'd waited years to be able to finally tell her how he felt. As much as Fred wanted to go home he would never go if Daphne and the gang weren't coming with. Especially Daphne. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He would be lost. "Oh, wow, uh...I didn't think this far ahead." Fred always had a plan for everything, but he'd never thought that this would be her reaction. "Daph, I--" He bit down on his lip for a moment. He was supposed to have said something more reassuring to her than that. "I'm-- I mean... What I'm trying to say is...I'm happy when I'm with you too." He let out a breath he had been holding in. "It took me way too many years to finally admit that...you're the only person for me. You're my soulmate, Daph." He begins to feel a bit calmer and an awkward, goofy smile appeared on his face as his expression softened. "All I've ever wanted was to go home but, to tell you the truth, I feel most at home when I'm with you."

[niceascot]

Closed starter for: @jeepersdcph Location: Daphne's apartment, 7:15 PM

Ever since Fred and Daphne finally admitted their undying love for each other he had been on cloud nine. He was happier than ever, knowing she felt the same way he had all these years. Daphne seemed to be the only thing on his mind lately. If they weren't together they were texting each other. Fred hadn't felt like this in a long time, nor had he ever felt this much love for someone so strongly. Fred was going to treat her right though, he promised himself that. Daphne deserved the world and he was going to give it to her. With as quickly as she was responding to his texts he figured she couldn't be too busy. At one point he finally texts, if you're not doing anything tonight be ready by 7. Wear something nice. :) Fred suddenly got butterflies in his stomach as he had impulsively made a plan in his head and went with it. He should take her on a proper date, she deserved that much. The only problem was Fred thought it was a lot earlier until he looked at the time and realized it was already five-thirty. That meant he hadn't really given Daph much notice either and she tended to run fashionably late at times. Fred couldn't blame her though because he wasn't the best at being on time either. Fred jumped out of his bed he had been laying in and bolted for the shower and got ready as fast as he could. He dried his hair, picked out his cologne, and was almost ready when he couldn't find the shirt he wanted. He had the right pants and shoes but there was a specific shirt he knew he wanted to wear. Digging through his closet he went shirt by shirt until he finally gave up and opted for a white button up. It felt...plain and he needed a touch of color so when looking through his drawer of ascots, an essential for a good outfit, he came across a purple one and smiled, knowing it was Daph's favorite color. That would work. He glanced at the time on his phone and saw it was quarter to seven. It took at least ten minutes to get to her place from his and he still needed to make a stop to get flowers. He grabbed his denim jacket, threw it on, and bolted out the door after grabbing his things. After a quick stop at a flower shop he was soon at her door. Seven-fifteen wasn't too bad, right?

With a bouquet of purple hydrangeas and white roses in hand he knocked on her door, thinking it would be really lame to just text her that he was here. When she opened he smiled at her and took in the sight that was her. "Hi," he greeted. "Uh, sorry I'm late and the short notice. I didn't really realize how late it already was and I wanted to stop and get you these." He holds out the flowers for her to accept, hoping she likes them and praying he didn't forget about any allergies she had. "I got purple ones because that's your favorite color." That he knew for certain. He knew so much about her and that's apart of the reason he feels so close to her. Fred had always been open with Daphne, there wasn't anything she couldn't possibly not know about Fred. "I thought we could go to dinner. Or if that's, like, not your vibe we can totally do something else. I did make a reservation though. I just...wanted to take you out somewhere nice. I don't really care what we do as long as I'm with you." He sweetly smiled at her and knew he was rambling at this point. "I mean, whatever you want and whenever you're ready I'm down for anything." Fred glances down at her lips, wanting to kiss them again and felt a longing as if it had been ages since he'd kissed her. "Before anything though..." he trailed off before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips for a few moments. "I just wanted to do that first."

[niceascot]

Closed starter for: @jeepersdcph Location: Fred's apartment

Fred sat on his couch, his back slouched and sinking into the cushion behind him. He'd been so troubled since he'd returned to town. He had no idea where he had been or how he got back. All he remembers is trying to get back to Daphne, and his friends of course. He glanced over at her where she was seated on the other side of the couch. "Have you ever felt like...maybe there's a mystery we can't solve?" No, he couldn't think that way. His friends looked up to him, right? He shook the thoughts from his mind. "Never mind. There's just... I know there's answers somewhere." Velma was the brains of the operation despite but Fred felt like he was falling short as of late. His brow furrowed and he sighed. "Maybe if we back track and--" His thoughts were cut short as a long yawn escaped his mouth. He was exhausted. Missing for two months and not knowing remembering where he was took a toll on him. "I think I need a distraction. I can't stop thinking about all of this."

[lightthematches]

Closed starter for: @jeepersdcph Location: Winter Masquerade Ball

Maddox could have spotted her in a sea of purple. Perhaps that's what made her stick out. He'd seen a splash here or there but none with that signature Daphne flair. There she was though and Maddox had to stop in his tracks for a moment. He'd broken her heart, sure, but he had enough drinks in him to still try and shoot his shot. He approached her with an endearing smile and the confidence of a frat boy. "Daphneee," he drawled out. "You sure put the mystery in Mystery Inc, don't you? With your outfit and all." His smile turns into a smirk. "Let me buy you a drink. For old time's sake. We can let past grudges burn out just for a night. Don't you think?"

[niceascot]

Closed starter for: @jeepersdcph Location: Fred's apartment

Lost in dreams Fred was fast asleep in his bed, sun peeking through the curtains of his bedroom window. Most of the time his dreams were pleasant or he just didn't remember them. There's an odd nightmare here or there, but who didn't have them sometimes? He was peaceful until dreams and reality began to mix when he felt something touching him. Then he felt it again, this time being able to make out that it was Daphne waking him up. He groaned softly and slowly blinked a few times before properly opening his eyes. He was laying flat on the bed, arms sprawled out still. If Daph was waking him up surely he had overslept or something. "What time is it?" he mumbled sleepily before pushing himself up into a sitting position and rubbing his eyes. When his vision focused on her he smiled. "I suppose the first thing I should have said is good morning. So...good morning." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Anyways, what time is it and why did you wake me up? I was totally having a good dream. And you were in it."

[samhainmade]

Location: the rage cage (because purple, spooky gals need to hit things too?) //  @jeepersdcph​

Shona wiped at the sweat that clung to her forehead, neck and chest with the bottom of her shirt. Having stripped off the top layer of the protective gear in an attempt to get some kind of air onto her skin, she stood gaping for her breath, fully believing she was baking like a turkey in the oven. Red faced and scowling, still gripping onto a sledge hammer for dear life, she made eye contact with another girl and huffed. “What are you lookin’ at?” she hissed, pressing her back against the cool wall. “Am I in your spot or something?”