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The Blake family name comes with a legacy that extends far beyond Coolsville, California. Their wealth extends for generations, and their family tree spreads all across the globe. No matter what Blake you’re referring to, they’re doing something exceptional. An uncle that’s a movie director, an aunt that owns a record company, a sister that’s an astronaut. Everyone’s spectacular and it was just expected that Daphne would fall in line with that. 

Daphne’s the youngest of the Blake girls, and if there was ever a time where her parents were actively present in raising their children then it happened long before Daphne was born. Her father had a mega-corporation to run and her mother kept her phone glued to her ear as she organized galas and benefit dinners for the charity of the month. Daphne’s sisters were all teenagers when she was just a little girl, choosing parties and relationships over playing with their baby sister. With no one to turn to, Daphne grew close with the family butler Jenkins. 

For a while, Jenkins was Daphne’s only friend. He’d sit and dress her dolls with her, they’d have weekly tea parties with her stuffed animals and he’d read her bedtime stories every night. Jenkins always kept an air of professionalism about him, referring to her only as Ms. Blake despite the fact that he was more of a father figure to her than her actual father. The lines of their relationship are a little blurry, and Daphne is unsure if the butler truly does care for her or if he went out of his way for because he was expected to. Either way, she knows no matter what she can depend on Jenkins when she’s in a tight spot (and she often is.) 

When Daphne’s parents were around conversations hardly centered around her interests. Her parents are absolute pretentious snobs, judging everything the people around them did. A person’s worth was based on the quality of their clothes and the job they held. When she was younger she held some of those pretentious values herself, caring way more about people’s appearance more than much else. But becoming friends with Shaggy, Velma and Fred changed all of that for her. Spending time with them was the first time she’d ever felt truly seen. More than just the spoiled little rich girl, more than something to admire for her beauty.

At first, Daphne didn’t share much about her family with the gang. They knew she was rich and that she had a butler who’d move mountains to make sure she was happy, but not very much else about her life was shared. She never liked talking about how neglected she felt at home. She always thought at least she had parents, even if they weren’t around on a daily basis or put a lot of pressure on her. Her problems were trivial in the grand scheme of things, and a lot of their peers made sure she knew that. But never the Mystery Inc. gang, when she finally did open up they listened to her and gave what she had to say the same attention they’d give a mystery. Daphne was so touched she almost cried. She didn’t though because she didn’t want to ruin her mascara, but she almost did and that’s what matters. 

Daphne doesn’t have the best relationship with her older sisters, especially her sister Daisy. Growing up she often felt overshadowed by them. Their mother especially spent a lot of time comparing Daphne to her sisters, wanting Daphne to do something worthy of the Blake name when she grew older. While Delilah, Dorothy and Dawn were too busy to really bother their baby sister, Daisy took a special interest in picking on her sister. She picked apart the younger Blake’s outfits and made fun of her friends. If Daphne so much as got a B- in a class Daisy was there to remind her that she had been a straight A student. Life in sister’s shadow was cold, living under her constant nitpicking was colder. 

It isn’t until her sophomore year in high school that Daphne tells her family about Mystery Inc. By then they’d solved a handful of mysteries and had made a bit of a name for themselves around town for their meddling. The silly neighborhood mysteries the kids solved were no where near her parents radar, and despite a lot of the town knowing about it her parents were utterly clueless. The news didn’t come from Daphne by choice, rather by force. Daisy brings it up at dinner, knowing exactly the reaction the information would earn from her parents. 

It’s safe to say dinner doesn’t go well. Her parents write off Mystery Inc. as a silly game, something unimportant that they didn’t have to pay much attention to. They spent the majority of the dinner making fun of the entire thing and insisting that she and her friends were wasting her time. Most importantly that she was wasting her time hanging out with these kids in the first place.  

Danger Prone Daphne is a nickname she hates. Even though it does hold a lot of merit. In the pursuit of their cases Daphne is always the first to fall through a trap door, get kidnapped, or trip over something. It’s a part of the reason she started looking into self defense classes. She dropped a lot of money on getting the best instruction that she could. Thinking back on it, as much as she hates the name, she’s kind of proud of how far she’s come because of it. 

In high school Daphne was a part of so many clubs. She wasn’t dumb, but she knew her grades weren’t as spectacular as her sisters’ and especially not Velma’s. So she joined a lot of clubs hoping it would beef up her resume, and it was a great way to stay in the know and make friends! If something happened around town that needed investigating it was likely Daphne would hear about it first. One of the clubs she’d joined was the broadcasting club. She can’t lie, what initially drew her to it was the prospect of being in front of the camera. But the more she worked with her fellow club members and their instructor, the more she appreciated the work they did. 

Daphne was nominated for prom queen, because of course she was. The gang had been asked to investigate some suspicious sightings that was scaring away business at their favorite food spot. Her parents were thrilled at the prospect of their little girl being prom queen, and Daphne was excited about it too. Or so she thought. When the gang found out the perpetrator was skulking around the diner again, there was a moment where Daphne wondered if she was really going to leave her senior prom early to go chasing some creep. But the doubt lasted for only a second, and Daphne ran after her friends to go investigate the sighting. It was that moment that she realized solving mysteries was something she loved more than being applauded for her beauty and glamour. 

The diner case was, at the time, the biggest case the gang had solved at the time. It earned them front page in their local newspaper and the headline ‘Meddling Kids Save Local Business’ made its way across the web. Mystery Inc was slowly starting to get the appreciate Daphne always thought they deserved. 

When she told her parents that she wanted to major in journalism in college there were mixed opinions. On one end, they thought that would be a great job for her. Not as important as being a doctor or an astronaut or anything else her sisters were doing, but a good job nonetheless. Maybe she could own her own entertainment empire! That glee died the second they going out she intended to follow her friends and go to the same college. Daphne’s parents never miss an opportunity to tell her just how disappointed they are in her choices. 

She does have plans to own her own entertainment empire. She wants to start with an investigative journalism show, she’s thinking Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake has a nice ring to it.

Despite being ridiculously rich, Daphne thought it’d be in her best interest to learn some financial independence. Her parents still send her money monthly to make sure she’s ok, and of course they’re paying her tuition. But Daphne hardly spends the money they send her, she puts it away in her savings account in case of a rainy day. And even then she doesn’t really think she’s going to use it because of her pride. Daphne got a job at Bibbidi Bobbiddi Beauty, and she’s made a name for herself amongst their regulars for always knowing the best products to try. 

Always looks her best! No matter what. Her work out clothes are always the cutest, her makeup is always on point and her hair always perfectly in place. She’s not as vain and appearance obsessed as she used to be, but she still takes great pride in the way she looks. When she looks her best, she feels her best. 

Daphne is almost always spending her free time at the gym. She’s interested in expanding her knowledge of self defense outside of just karate. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS. 

MYSTERY BUDDIES!! anyone who knows anything about the powers and magic? She wants to talk to you 

SHOPPING BUDDIES!! this one is pretty self explanatory, she wants someone to buy cute clothes with pls 

REGULARS. anyone who comes into the makeup store, whether it’s for themselves or to buy a gift for their partner. chances are Daphne helped them and she’d be ecstatic to help them again 

CRUSH. canonically Daphne keeps a romantic interest, and i’mma be real she is very easily smitten so a crush or two, whether unreciprocated or not, would be nice 

daphne pokes her head out of her walk in closet, gaze following princess’ to see what exactly her friend was talking about. when her eyes finally land on the black monster made of clay, she brightens up. “oh.” leaving her clothes behind, she comes over to the shelf above the desk in her room, lifting up the little figurine with a smile. in all fairness, it looks....shitty. the clay hanging down purposely to give the effect of melting, and the giant neon green ball in the center of it’s head to represent the eye. but, she can hardly fault the maker for this -- the monster in general looked a damn mess. “this is the tar monster. it’s one of the mysteries my friend’s and i solved early on and a fan makes these little figurines of all our monsters and sends them to us.” @princess-morbuckss

Despite making his own fun tonight, it’s Daphne’s presence that really lifts his mood, her bright smile always managing to light up his own face in the short time they’ve known each other. Laughing as Daphne takes the compliment without hesitation, Skip can’t help but admire her lack of honesty, matching so well with his. Of course it looks a lot better than her, his own ego never pairing well with his deep-seated jealousy and insecurities. Blinking for a second as Daphne hints that she knows about his career, he’s a little surprised to hear her mention it. The narcissist in him wants to push for more, to find out what she really thinks about him and fish for some compliments, but with a deep breath he manages to hold himself back. “You know, I considered going for a sparky suit but I didn’t think even I could pull that off,” he chuckles, as close as he ever gets to modesty. He might be able to make the pants work when most other people would look like a shiny clown, but wearing a sequined suit would bring him attention that even he doesn’t want. “And you didn’t disappoint,” Skip laughs, admiring her as she twirls around. “I hope you got some good pictures. A look like this definitely needs to be immortalized on instagram.” He certainly took plenty of his own tonight, always insisting on a small photoshoot before he leaves the house if he’s wearing anything that could be considered a look.

“are you implying that you think you pull off the pants?” daphne can’t help but tease skip, finding the banter between them coming naturally. plus, anything that gets skip to flash that smile of his is worth it. “but yeah no, a sparky suit would be too much. there’s not even a way that you could style it so it’s not so....overbearing.”  she wrinkles her nose, certain of her accuracy but still taking a moment to think if there was some way she could make that suit work -- make it something that anyone could get away with. but she’s got nothing. “i did! i had velma take pictures of me, then i took pictures with all my friends.” she’s just about to drag him back to the table so she can grab her clutch and her phone to show him when an even better idea occurs to her. her face lights up like it’s the single greatest thought ever conceived. “we should take a picture together! we don’t have a single picture together and that’s a crime skip.” 

having already finished his own drink before he’d asked her to dance, once she agreed dipper was up and on his feet. of course he paused to let her drink her champagne, more than willing to wait however long daphne wanted - hell for her he’d stand around waiting the entire night. but as she holds out her hands, dipper gladly takes them in her own and follows her lead. if he were the type to care about stereotypes or conventional roles he might be a little off-put by the way she seemed to just take charge, but none of that stuff had ever bothered dipper in the slightest. this was a place where daphne shined, clearly confident in both herself and what she was doing, and who was he to try to take over from that? so as they hit the dancefloor and he placed his hands on her hips to begin moving along to the music - he let her take the lead as he focuses on just trying not to step on her toes or fuck up in some other kind of way. a bit of heat rushes up his neck at her words though it’s matched with a slow growing grin. “yeah. it is, isn’t it?” looking back down at his feet for a moment before returning his gaze to her, seeing the smile on her own face has dipper blurting out his next words before he can think them through or stop himself. “i’ve wanted to dance with you all night. before that even, really. since they announced the ball.” 

no matter where she went, daphne managed to have an eventful time. and somehow, despite all the fun she’d had tonight with her other friends, nothing felt more special than this moment with dipper. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that deep down she was a romantic at heart -- but slow dancing with the boy you liked was special. with her arms wrapped around his neck, and her pressing close to him while they danced, she was sure she’d be fine staying in absolute silence. just happy to be close to him in any way. but then he admits something that she hadn’t necessarily expected. looking at him curiously, daphne smiles a soft slow smile. “then why didn’t you ask me before dippy?” it was no secret that daphne blake was about as bold as they come, no issues marching into a room and taking the things she wanted within reason. so she can’t imagine why dipper would have waited until now to ask her to dance -- or why he didn’t just ask her to be his date, but that was another story for another day. 

“was it purposefully eating people or did it just decide to take you for some reason?” he asks, even though he knows she probably doesn’t actually have the answer. none of the mystery inc or danny probably stopped to investigate into what exactly the snowman was or what it’s dietary habits might be like - especially considering it seemed to come out of nowhere along with the blizzard. but dipper still has to question it. as her hands clap together to emphasize the point, he can’t help but laugh. “oh i’ve probably seen dumber.” of that he was certain - knows for a fact that he himself has done dumber for the sake of getting out of a supernatural situation. 

daphne’s not even minorly surprised when dipper asks a question she doesn’t have an answer for. for as long as she’s known him he’d been the one to ask the things she hadn’t even thought of. “i didn’t really have time to look into that.” she shrugs, and even though now she wants to just to sate his curiosity she can’t. the snowman had disappeared almost the second the blizzard ended, gone without a trace. not even a carrot nose left behind. “but it ate one of danny’s cameramen too, so i think he just likes eating people.” she shrugs. content to leave it at that for now. “yeah?” her tone is challenging, amusement clear on her face. there’s no doubt in her mind that dipper has seen dumber, the few stories he’s told her all sounding insane even to her. “prove it. what’s dumber than a giant man eating snowman in an ice skating rink?”

It’s surprisingly a relief, spending time with someone that doesn’t know (or perhaps doesn’t care) that he’s an international popstar. Free of any expectations that come along with his name and reputation, he finds himself able to really relax for the first time in as long as he can remember. Taking a break between frames, Skip pops a fry into his mouth, laughing as she makes it clear he’s not as good as he thinks he is. “You don’t have to admit though, I’m doing pretty good,” he instinctively defends himself. For someone that has all the confidence in the world, he still finds himself needing the approval of others. “Wait, you’ve never bowled before?” he repeats, blinking slowly as he finally registers what she just said. “So is more of a you’ve always found bowling shoes to be hideous kind of thing, or a you just somehow never went to a birthday part as a child situation?”

“that’s completely circumstantial.” daphne teases, certain that the only reason he’s doing pretty good is because it’s hard not to do good when your partner is terrible. “but i suppose i can give you some credit.” she says it as if admitting is a chore that she’s being forced into, like wearing sneakers on a day out for absolutely no reason at all. but jokes aside, he is doing well and she’s happy for him even if it comes at her expense. when skip seems confused suddenly, daphne looks at him, eyes innocent as she grabs a french fry and waits for him to explain what exactly was so weird about it. and then, with a laugh, she nods as realization hits her. “neither. the birthday parties i went to growing up were always in mansions and they were extravagantly themed and over the top. i didn’t go to a regular birthday party until maybe...junior high? i didn’t even realize that building a carnival for one day wasn’t a normal thing people did for birthday parties.”

It didn’t take Skip long to learn that balls are dull, and like anyone else here under fifty, he has to learn how to make his own fun. The easiest way to do that, he quickly realizes, is to down drink after drink until everyone starts to get a little more interesting. On his way back to the table with another drink, his head turns as a woman in purple passes him, immediately distracted by her presence. It doesn’t take him long to realize that it’s Daphne, miraculously on her own, and he abandons what he’s doing without a thought as he walks over to her. “I know I’m not the first to tell you tonight, but you look amazing.” It’s a complete understatement, of course. He’s positive there’s no one in the room as stunning as her, not that it’s a surprise. In the short time he’s known her Daphne has always had a way of showing everyone else up, of making sure that all eyes are on her. “What’s it like always being the best dressed in the room?” Skip teases, taking her hand so he can spin her around to get the full affect of her dress. // @meddlingdaphne​

daphne couldn’t keep the smile off her face -- not that it was common to ever find her without a smile on her face. but the point was she was having a fantastic night. most balls (and she’d been to quite a few grand galas) were boring and impossible to hold her interest. but tonight she’d replaced forced time with her family with time with her friends and that made all the difference. standing in line for the bar daphne contemplates if she should bring dipper a drink as well when someone approaches her. “i know,” she smiles brightly, normally trying her best to pretend to be more modest than this but in the company of skip it seems hardly necessary. plus, the amount of alcohol in her system clouds her otherwise pristine decision making. “but thank you. you look good too! a lot less shiny than i originally thought you’d go for.” it’s the first time in their brief friendship where she’s acknowledged his popstar career and his horrific sparkypants (that he somehow pulls off even if the item is the most offensive thing she’s ever seen). “it’s exhausting sometimes, not going to lie.” she jokes, even letting out a labored sigh as if being beautiful and well dressed really was a tiresome act. but the dramatics leave her when he spins her around, a small giggle slipping from her lips as he does so. “had to give the people a moment, you know.” daphne lifts her shoulders in a small shrug, not even exaggerating on this part. her dress is a moment, and in comparison to what a lot of other people were wearing -- it was one of the only good moments of the night. 

there were… a lot of things that could be said about drunk dipper - but one thing that did not apply was his lack of confidence after a few drinks settle in his system. well, that wasn’t entirely true, he was still fairly self-conscious but nowhere near as much so as when he’s sober. which is why after sitting with daphne for a few minutes, not really talking about anything too important, dipper finally works up the nerve to blurt out the question that he’d been wanting to ask since the moment he saw her. “do you wanna dance?” @meddlingdaphne​

there were many things in life daphne blake was certain of: she would always make a best dressed list, her friends would always be there if she needed them, and she could do anything she put her mind to. one thing she wasn’t sure of? where she stood with dipper. jhe’d caught her attention from the moment they’d met at the mystery shack, his soft sweet smile enough to keep her rooted to the spot. and over time, as they got to know each other, she was fairly certain it was clear where she stood on him. but dipper was either oblivious to the signs or completely disinterested, so, daphne bit her tongue more often than not. deciding (for once) not to be too forward, in hopes that she wouldn’t ruin one of her most cherished friendships all because she came on too strong. but the waiting game was slowly starting to kill her. “of course!” she thought he’d never ask, and in all fairness, knowing dipper he probably wouldn’t have. standing up from her seat, she finishes the rest of her champagne (the first of many mistakes she’d make tonight) and holds out her hand for dipper so she can lead him onto the dance floor. “this is so romantic, don’t you think? slow dancing at a grand ball.” granted, it’s hardly something new for her but still, she had to plant the seed somehow. 

when it came to holiday traditions daphne does her best to divide the bulk of the activities amongst her friend group, purposely making sure she gets quality time with each of them where she can. this year she saved her favorite activity for velma, something that should surprise next to no one. baking holiday cookies was a must -- and daphne ensured that they’d bake enough cookies to give to their other friends as well as more than enough for shaggy. “oh nooooo,” she complains, high pitched noise coming out of her mouth as she looks down at the mess of dough in front of her. “i messed up!” daphne waves velma over, frowning down at the little elf whose head she accidentally cut off. “i killed him.” @jinkiesdinkley

there once was a time in her life where daphne could admit that she wouldn’t have accepted a handmade gift. she isn’t necessarily proud of how materialistic she was in her adolescence, taking after her parents and older sisters far more than she would ever care to think about now. but she’s grown enough to feel genuine joy when dipper presents his gift to her. she’d come to drop off gifts for mabel and dipper, giant bag filled with perfectly wrapped gold boxes. daphne had barely gotten out her apologetic explanation (she couldn’t settle on one thing, so she got them both a lot of things) when dipper told her he’d gotten her something too -- and she honestly hadn’t expected it. perhaps it was silly of her, but she was willing to leave empty handed even after showering the pines twins with so much. “awww dippy!” she squeals, bouncing on her toes a little before she wraps him into a hug. she doesn’t even know what it is yet but already she loves it, because it’s coming from him. “you didn’t have to get me anything at all.” it’s something she means, though she is touched he thought to get her something. “and i’m super easy to shop for by the way -- purple and cute, that’s all that matters.” @conspiracypines

there’s very little that can catch daphne blake off guard. the blake family had always been a whirlwind of it’s own and dedicating her adolescence to solving mysteries with a group of polar opposite friends, and those two experiences combined made her pretty hard to surprise. but something about seeing nibs on her door step late at night leaves her a little confused. “merry christmas,” she giggles, tugging on the sleeve of her sweater nervously. “is that your gift to me? booze and being loud?” wordlessly she takes his hand, pulling him out of the cold and into the warmth of the townhouse. @nathan-nibs

the blake accountant never has a second of peace once the holiday season rolls around. daphne had never needed an actual reason to buy her loved ones presents, more than willing to drop ridiculous amounts of money on them solely because it was a monday. so christmas was just an excuse to do so -- the perfect excuse. “awww, sibella, look at this!” most people would find it strange that daphne was putting so much thought into what to buy shaggy’s beloved dog, but she hardly ever worried about sibella finding her odd. acceptance had always breathed at the very core of their relationship. lifting up the plush toy shaped like a bowl of guacamole, daphne smiles brightly. “and it comes with little tortilla chip plushies too! that’s so cute.” @fangtasticsibella

“wow,” daphne sighs happily, popping a handful of popcorn into her mouth. inviting dewey over to watch christmas movies was initially a mistake on her part, entirely because daphne’s knowledge of holiday films were limited. even more so: holiday films they would both enjoy. so, they find themselves huddled together on the couch watching grandma got run over by a reindeer because...well, at least it was better than the claymation rudolf movie. “look at her. a fashion icon.” it should surprise absolutely no one that cousin mel, the fashionable red head of the film was Daphne’s favorite — even if she was the villain. “she was a bitch, i know i know. but she’s so well dressed! i can’t be mad at her.” @deweydewncght

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shaggy was not prepared for the winter festival to get spooky in the slightest. he was havinf a good time with his pals, he ate a lot, he was high as fuck, and all of those things would be fine if dark abandoned ice rink hadn’t been added to the equation. now he was antsy, cold, and shaking as he tapped his foot on the ground so he wouldn’t sprint at the doors and try to pry them open with his bare hands. “this is creepy,” he mumbled, talking aloud but to himself. “not digging this. not groovy…i want my mommy.” he was ready to go insane in here. freeze to death from his own anxious tears. he was not sure which would happen first but they were the only scenarios his brain could come up with. he wanted to scream but he didn’t need the gang to see him worse than he already was. his phone had died hours ago and that didn’t help with anything. he was in his own world when things like this happened. he knew he was aware his friends were close but he felt himself dissociating hard, so he held himself and closed his eyes, foot tapping, hoping scooby-doo was okay. @fredrichjones​

They may not have been solving any major mysteries lately, but the gang sure had seen their fare of hardships. That’s why, when they got trapped inside the ice palace, it just seemed like another day in their lives. Fred immediately clicked onto low power mode upon arriving, a fact that he was proud to have thought of, but the way he constantly sat on his phone cancelled out his great planning. His genius came in spurts. “Aw, it’s okay, buddy,” Fred said, wrapping an arm lightly around Shaggy’s shoulders. He gently pulled him a little closer, subconsciously intending to comfort him with body heat, as he looked around at the gang. “The blizzard came without a warning, so it’ll probably go without one, too. We just have to wait it out,” he stated, the words founded on nothing but basic responsibility to take leadership in moments of confusion. If he came off as competent, the others did too, or so he’d come to learn over the years. Squeezing Shaggy’s shoulder lightly, Fred glanced over at Danny. “Can we get any B-roll, for now? Commentary on getting stuck, like a ‘hidden pains of fame’ thing?” No one else would care about that much bonus footage of his friends and him, but he’d sure love it. @imgoingghcst​

danny shrugs at velma’s question, well aware there’s merit to their words but not really interested in digging much deeper into it. “weirder things have happened,” he answers. and to be quite honest, a sudden blizzard is hardly the least of danny’s concerns after all the shit he’d been through this season of phantom files. “you just get used to it.” maybe he shouldn’t be so comfortable with the idea of his life being a constant state of pure chaos, but after so many years of incident after incident it’s only natural to him. like his entire purpose was to be at the center of the weirdest bullshit. standing off to the side, danny realizes he’s terribly out of place with the mystery inc. kids. they’ve got their whole dynamic going, and danny can only stand back and watch on as they comfort each other. “well, i mean there’s nothing else we can do.” danny mumbles to himself, nodding along at fred’s little speech. the words didn’t seem helpful to danny at all, but if it helped his friends then he simply would let it be. “yeah, sure. might as well get something out of this.” it’s not a bad idea in the slightest, because if they can’t film anything right now at least he’s not returning to production with no content whatsoever. and, with mystery inc’s social media presence it’s only smart to get something for their own little burgeoning fan base. he waves the camera man over before turning back in the direction of where pauly once stood. “did he say he was going somewhere?” danny asks, staring at the empty space and wondering how exactly he could have missed that. and just as danny thinks to call out for his missing crew member, the silence surrounding them is broken with a loud snarling sound coming from the direction of one of the dark corridors. @jinkiesdinkley​

the strange happenings on the island weren’t lost on velma at all. they’d been tracking all the activities on the island, the island itself, and the powers of their volunteers. every day they grew more and more frustrated with a lack of logical answers for any of it. “ i guess this is better than people disappearing. ” they say, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose. famous last words. “ if we don’t freeze. ” they declare under their breath. velma looks around, eyes settling on shaggy. they reach their hand out, grasping his. the foot tapping was all they needed to hear to know he wasn’t doing okay. Giving his hand a squeeze velma assures him, “ you’ll be okay, shaggy. we won’t let anything happen to you. ” things did feel creepy though but velma couldn’t put their finger exactly on what it was and decided it was due to the power being out. velma tunes fred out for the time being, no real interest in b-roll footage. instead focusing on cuddling into daphne to stay warm and helping shaggy remain calm. “ maybe he went to find help or a generator. ” velma says but immediately changes their tune once the sound of a loud snarl fills the room. “ jinkies! what was that? ” // @meddlingdaphne​

daphne really didn’t have much to offer on the topic of whether or not freezing to death was worth than the disappearances. considering everyone had returned unharmed, daphne’s vote was that the blizzard was worse but she wasn’t sure if she was just being dramatic. noticing the way shaggy struggles, fear getting the better of him, daphne can’t help but frown. “you wanna sit with us?” she asks, patting the empty seat next to her and Velma. what she wants to do is wrap him in her arms and assure him everything will be okay, but she doesn’t want to embrace him without permission. especially if the others are already comforting him, she’d never want to be too much. “b-roll? while we freeze to death Freddy?” daphne rolls her eyes, thinking first and foremost about how unattractive those shots would come out. it also seems low on the list of priorities in her mind. when the others begin to take note of the missing camera man, daphne sighs because what else could go wrong. “without telling anyone?” she questions Velma, clutching their arm tighter. “fuck,” she jumps at the sound, but quickly remembers herself. “it was probably nothing serious.” She tries to push the words out as confidently as possible, wanting to remain cool and brave even if she wasn’t feeling that. @zoinksduude