#velmaphne

[cirque-dhomosexual]

My own personal Scooby-Doo re-imagining canon includes:

-out and proud lesbian Dominican/Puerto Rican Velma (yes I'm projecting, leave me alone)

-Velma has audhd

- velmaphne happens eventually

-sapphic/unlabeled daphne

-ace/homoromantic and autistic Fred Jones

-he's dating Shaggy who is a pan Trans man

- they are adhd/autism boyfriends

-fuck it, they're all autistic and you can fight me

-Velma and Fred have a shared special interest in machines and will talk about it with each other. They love to share what they know or what they learned and talk about improvements to designs and the like.

-daph and Fred grew up together. Daph's family works in politics and Fred's dad is running for governor or some other government role. Maybe daph's dad is a congressman.

-Daphne is very romantic and tried to liken their relationship to that of a fairytale with Fred being her prince charming but it didn't work out that way

-the two are fs soul mates just not the ones Daphne wanted originally

-she did play match maker to shaggy and Fred and it was a feat. Although, she couldn't clock velms would practically break her back bending over backwards for her.

- they meet in college where velms is majoring in forensic science , Daph is double majoring in business and hospitality (because of her parents) but she switches to journalism where she is much happier, Fred is in Mechanical engineering (idk it makes sense imo) and shaggy is majoring in veterinary science or culinary arts.

-they met in a creative writing class for their humanities credit where they find out they have a shared love of horror movies and mysteries. They did seriously debate on creating a Vincent Van Ghoul fanclub.

- they don't become an actual mystery solving group until they find out about a missing person's case for a student in their class and decided to take matters into their own hands

-found family™ they understand each other like no one else

-besties shaggy and daphne! Daph is a huge foodie and runs a vlogging channel with him! They love romantic comedies and this one novella in particular and will have frequent sleepovers where they do each other's nails and hair and gossip and fan tf out

- Fred joins in on occasion. He loves it even though he doesn't know what's going on. He does engage when he can though and somehow becomes very versed in the relationship dynamics of the show

-shaggy plays wingman for velms and daph and will listen to both of them pine over the other. He is tired.

-velma is fluent in 5 languages and uses them frequently, even to flirt.

-Daph can speak 3 but mostly just to talk business.

-daphne tries so fucking hard to live up to the expectations that her parents has for her and she does but they are never completely satisfied. Her whole arc is finding her own sense of self outside of her family.

-she's head of the cheer team, debate club, and the fashion column in the school's newspaper and graduated saludatorian at her high school

-Velms is also a journalist and she will try and work with daph when she can

-Supernatural occurances does happen. Eventually at least. In the beginning it's their regular whodunit shtick until they meet cosmic horrors that even Lovecraft couldn't imagine and cults (gasp)

-there will be stakes! It will be mature and dark but bc the plot calls for it

-daph was a part of the hex girls as she roadie and backup to Thorne, she did use this fact to flirt with velms.

-They are their brujas on speed dial.

-The gang doesn't know how Daph did it or for how long and they'll never get a straight answer. One day daph will say she found them practicing in an abandoned space and the next she might say they met at a commune. Her favorite thing to say is "oh. You know." as cryptically as she can and just stare off into the distance, just for kicks. Shaggy is convinced Thorne is Daphs twin sister or clone and they won't try and convince him otherwise.

-the hex girls are a polyam couple

-Scooby is young dog instead of having grown up with shaggy. Great Danes only have like an 8-10 year life span where 6 is average. Shaggy found him a injured and wandering on the edge of the woods that's next to the school.

I do plan on writing out this fic but idk if it has any merit. If I do write it would anyone be interested in reading?

[gunkiss]

Velma x Daphne Dating in the 80′s

Illo’s from 2019 but last year I started doing a small gay ass first kiss comic with these two from which the sketches are up on my patreon ;)

[meep-moved]

after school date

[greengrcpes]

i dont know much about scooby doo characters but for a prompt maybe a drabble with drunk daphne and velma looking after her?

(AO3)

“Velm? Did Fred tell you where he was going?”

From where Velma stands in the bathroom, Daphne’s voice is muffled, and she can’t tell if it’s because there’s a wall between the two of them or Daphne is just half-passed out face first into the beanbag again. She frowns at her reflection, her face still dripping from where she’d taken off her glasses and splashed it with cold water from the tap. She closes her eyes and sighs. “Home, probably.”

“It’s so early, though. I miss him.”

She takes off her glasses, again, wiping them with the hem of her shirt, a fond smile on her face. Daphne isn’t drunk - not really, not to the degree that she can be. Drunk Daphne is, put nicely, a mess. She has a bad habit of going out with her more party-oriented friends from class and coming to Velma’s immediately afterwards, eating all the food in her fridge, and then promptly puking the next morning and apologising until she can’t speak, no matter how many times she’s reassured that it’s not that big of a deal. It’s always uncomfortable, and a bit intimidating, but drunk Daphne is also funny, and clingy, and honest, and Velma kind of likes that. Not that she’s particularly reserved the rest of the time - she’s naturally friendly, and it’s just a universally known fact that everyone in their year has been in love with her smile at some point - but there’s always a certain level of unnatural shine to her. Daphne Blake was not one to show her weaknesses to the world; only to the gang, and whoever happens to be around when she throws back the right amount of shots. Velma’s tried to join in, a few times, but she’ll never understand the hype around those tiny glasses of liquid death. She’s told that it’s about drinking with the express purpose of getting drunk, but she’d rather just sip a cider and let herself get tipsy enough to have a good time. Once she even let herself get dragged into dancing, but she’s weak, and she’d do anything Daphne asked for as long as she smiles at her like that.

Resting her orange frames back on her nose, she peeks her head around the door and sees that Daphne is, indeed, lying with her face buried into the beanbag in the corner, her body weirdly sprawled out on the floor, her shirt riding up and showing a good portion of Stomach. From what Velma can see of her face, her brow is furrowed and her eyes are squeezed shut, and her frizzy hair is sprawled around in every direction, tickling her nose. It’s cute. Or something. “It’s not early. It’s past eleven, I think,” Velma says, while really it’s probably closer to ten, but she wants to make the corpse of a girl on the floor feel better about the fact that she got wasted mere hours after the school day had ended. Fridays, huh. “He could be going to Shaggy’s, actually. They haven’t seen each other in a few days. I think he missed him.”

Daphne giggles, turning her head a little as the seat shifts under Velma’s weight. “They could just tell us they’re dating and be done w’th’it.”

“Don’t be like that,” Velma tells her, but she’s smiling. “Fred only came out maybe a week ago.”

“It’s been, like, six months.”

“Close enough.”

Daphne groans and slowly props herself up on her elbow, using Velma’s arm to lift herself as she does, making her skin burn. She looks at her and it’s one of those moments where she’s so, massively aware of how hot she is. It’s weird. Her eyeliner, once thick and sharp, is now smudged and flaking across her nose and around her temple; her hair has lost all semblance of order; her nose ring is askew just enough to be irritating; her eyes are squinting as if she’s looking at the sun, and glazed over, unfocused. She looks so messy, and natural, and it’s great, and she’s great, and she opens her mouth and says, “I don’t understand why some people at school don’t like you.”

Velma frowns. Her posture, already slumped, curls up slightly. “Gee. Thanks. I love you too.”

“No, no, I just - I mean,” Daphne sits up fully, holding up a hand and using the other to steady herself. Her tone is so genuine that her words are almost not insulting, but only almost. “You’re so. So pretty? And you know how there’s that whole - super, fucking stupid way that people in school choose their friends because - of how pretty people are, so even if you, like, use their bullshit standards, which I don’t agree with by the way, everyone should still love you, but you still have to deal with so much shit. I don’t get it.”

The compliments make her smile - Daphne’s one of those girls that will just compliment everyone non-stop when she’s loopy or tipsy. It’s one of the things she loves about her.

To be honest, Velma doesn’t like to think about where she stands in the arbitrary social hierarchy of the student body - partially because it’s not even a real thing. No one looks at two people standing next to each other in the hall and takes time out of their precious day to decide if they fit together or not. That’s just not how teenage minds work. Everyone’s too busy being worried, tired, or distracted by their own friends to care. If it was really a thing, there would have been an uproar when the four of them - a cheerleader, a friendly jock type, president of the robotics club, and a stoner - had banded together, labelled themselves ‘the gang’ and started showing up to class every day in Fred’s bright blue van, but there wasn’t.

However. This doesn’t mean that her and Daphne weren’t on different… steps of the social ladder, so to speak.

She sighs and rolls her head back, hoping her annoyance isn’t too obvious. This is a stupid thing to be thinking about. “Why say this now, anyway? That’s how it always is, Daph. I live with it.”

Daphne just hums, not looking away.

She doesn’t answer, and Velma doesn’t pressure her, so the moment stays just like that - suspended in an atmosphere which neither of them want to break. They have a lot of moments like this together. They’re usually with the whole group, but when they’re not, it’s usually just the two of them, helping each other with homework or watching a movie or any other excuse to share each other’s space. It’s always days like this - sitting in Daphne’s beanbags on the floor of her impossibly large bedroom (it scares her how rich the Blakes are), dimly lit by the table lamp, that leave her drowsy and excited and her heart full. But also, Daphne’s been drinking since before five, and that gnaws on Velma the more time goes on. She turns her torso towards her, speaking quietly. “What’s wrong, Daph? You’re not usually like this.”

Daphne flinches a little, even though she obviously tries to hide it. “It’s not - nothing, it’s nothing. I’ve had,” she stops, flopping her head forward a bit like she wants to lie down. “I’ve had a hard few weeks. That’s - it. I promise.”

“Ok,” Velma says. Even if she wants to push it, she knows that that wouldn’t help at all. If she wanted to, Daphne would talk, but until she does she just needs her to curl up with her on some beanbags and listen to her ramble, and that’s fine. Velma can handle that. “Can I stay over tonight?”

“Yeah - god, yeah, of course you can, Velm. I’ll go grab an extra pillow.” Daphne shoots up to her feet, and immediately sways, probing with her hand to find something to balance on, before Velma grabs it and tugs her back down with a smile.

“You have a double bed, dorkus. We’ll just share like we always do.” She hesitates. “And it’ll make it easier for me to force you to drink water.”

Daphne, recovering from the trip, shakes her head. “I’ve barely drunk.”

“I know, but Fred wants us up early tomorrow. Something about an art thief in the next town over. We don’t want you hungover with all that going on.”

“Fine,” Daphne mumbles, leaning forward. Her forehead lands on Velma’s shoulder, and she seems to accept it, snuggling into the material of her jumper. “Can I just. Stay like this for a sec? Please?”

Face hot, Velma places a hand on her friends back and rests her chin on her head. Her red hair smells like some kinda extra strong coconut shampoo, and she thinks that maybe that’s a creepy thing to think about, so she doesn’t. “Yeah. Take all the time you need.” She closes her eyes. “I don’t have anywhere more important to be.”

[incorrectscoobs]

Velma: Look how cute these notebooks are.

Daphne: Vel, that’s gay.

Velma:

Velma: Daphne, we’ve been dating for—

[incorrectscoobs]

Daphne: My girlfriend is constantly mocking me for how lightly done I like my toast.

Daphne: “Your hot bread is done,” she says to me. Disgusting.

Velma: I don’t say that. “Hot” would imply it’s been in the toaster for more than fifteen seconds.

Velma: “Your lightly warmed bread is done,” I tell you.

Velma: One of these days I’m not even going to put it in the toaster, I’m just gonna breathe real hard on the bread for a minute and you’ll be like “Wow, this is perfectly done.”

Daphne: “Thank you so much for warming up my bread for me honey, I’m so glad we’re dating, I love you,” I say to you every time your mean little ass makes toast for me.

[incorrectscoobs]

Fred: Hey, Velma? Can I get some dating advice?

Velma: Just because I’m with Daphne doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

[incorrectscoobs]

Madelyn: Don't you worry. Velma likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, 'cause I read her diary.

Daphne, touching her hair: She thinks it’s fancy?