honey and wildfire are both the color gold

mabel pines of yensidhq.

[pomodoko]

[dcwnturn]

@hauntedhymnal​​

[hauntedhymnal]

norvilleinc​:

“we could go to the casino- or the circus! they have a night act out right now, it’s really cool from what i hear. or, we could investigate the creaking noise coming from the alley near my apartment building- you know, provided you’re cool with an adventure that might turn out, like, totally lame. or! or! i had a client once that gave me a pair of earrings that i’ve never been able to, like, find the origin of. is that anything?” he asks, though he knows that any mystery can be something to the right person. if anyone is that person, it’s probably mabel pines. or velma dinkley, but that’s not really the subject at hand. a mystery is a mystery, and mabel pines loves a mystery. 

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“i completely forgot about the night circus! we should totally do that with dipper sometime,” they smile. but a mystery is hard to turn down, even if their twin is absent. “i am down with things that might end up mundane, but what if it’s not? oh that’s gonna bug me if we don’t check it out! creaking noises can go any sort of direction. like structural integrity or nefarious source, it’s still a good investigation!” they bounce on the balls of their feet, grabbing their sweater from behind them. “and then maybe it won’t bug you so much if it is too! if you’re okay with it, of course.”

[hauntedhymnal]

dcwnturn​:

dcwnturn.

“what kind of twin are you if you’re not willing to lie for me,” dipper grumbles, but his smile is the first thing to give away that he is just joking around. that, or the fact that mabel knows him better than anyone else - they could probably pick up if he was actually in a sour mood or not from a mile away. as for the paranormal equipment, he is more than willing to pass it off to his sibling; though he’ll never admit to it out loud, he’s pretty sure that they are still the stronger one between the two. “you just want whatever it is to get me first,“ he says, betraying his own nerves. what if they do find something? what do they do then? "where do you want to start?”

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mabel reaches to ruffle his hair, their height difference being one thing they really notice at the moment. they were once so close in height, only a centimeter apart, but now he has at least a couple inches on them. they wish time would freeze, if only for a moment, but the thought passes as quickly as it comes. “you caught me!” they kid, holding their hands up in surrender before grabbing the bag and hoisting it onto one shoulder. stocking is good for something after all, even if it’s just for carrying heavy bags and lifting the fattest cat they can find like it’s a tiny baby. “let’s start over here and work our way around. gotta make sure the home turf is safe first and foremost.”

[hauntedhymnal]

norvilleinc​:

“i mean usually, i just do something about it,” shaggy says, giving mabel a grin. “you wanna go somewhere?” they offer, going through the list of establishments still open at midnight on the asteroid. if they were in crystal cove, he’d suggest some of the abandoned factories, maybe, where he and freddie and velma and daphne had once looked around for evidence. here, less is abandoned than it’s immediately built over, like a constant cycle of building and destroying. “i’m sure we could find something that’s still open,” he says aloud, shrugging a shoulder.  

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“the issue is where to go! there’s so many options here, but less so at night. you’d think being in space, they’d have something fun open this late,” they huff, before biting their lip in thought. there wasn’t anything like the woods on the asteroid, so the only places that felt forbidden were actually forbidden and crawling with people who’d take them into custody faster than they could blink. “i’m down for a hunt for fun, though. maybe we’ll stumble across something interesting in our hunt. like a cursed necklace.” their face lights up as they think of a better possibility, something less... haunted. “or maybe we’ll find like the biggest mouse ever.”

[hauntedhymnal]

dcwnturn​:

dcwnturn.

“you could at least pretend to believe me,” dipper grumbles, pushing himself until he is standing. that does nothing to alleviate the pain in his entire body, but hopefully the distraction will be enough to take his mind off of it. grabbing the ‘ghost hunting gear’ is enough to push it to the back at least, though he can’t resist the urge to argue, “and don’t call it ghost hunting gear. this stuff is high end paranormal equipment. you could show it some respect.”

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mabel wrinkles their nose as they make a noise of disbelief. “oh, i could pretend, but then we’d both be liars,” they point out, grabbing their hat off the back of the chair. they think belatedly to offer to grab the bag, so instead, they hold their hand out to take it. they ran register all day after all; while their knees hurt, their back is in decent shape. “well then hand me the high end paranormal equipment,” they say, putting on their best attempt of a radio announcer's voice. “you can lead the way if i carry the bulk of it.”

[hauntedhymnal]

dcwnturn​:

dcwnturn.

dipper sighs. it’d been a long day running the shop - a new shipment had come in, and the space between his shoulders are aching. but there is only one solution when mabel starts getting like this, and that is basically to do whatever it is that they want to do until he is finally allowed to sleep. “fine, but you have an hour before i’m coming back to bed, ghost or no ghost.” an obvious lie - if there is a ghost, there is no way he is not taking part in tracking it down. “where were you thinking?”

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mabel grins, slapping their hands down on the table, victorious. “i don’t believe you! but okay!” they bounce back up from their chair, a motion that perhaps has too much energy for how late it is. something is bound to be afoot, even if it’s something silly. they’re grateful he’s always entertained their nonsense. “go grab your ghost hunting gear! we can start here and try to track something down! this place is far too big to not have some ghosts.”

[hauntedhymnal]

thousandteeth​:

Raven looked up from her book, the paper worn through with rereading and age. It felt good in her hands, like it belonged there, and she was about to suggest this activity to the person in front of her before she stopped herself. The psychology student shifted in her chair, turning in the empty bookstore with a dry smile. “Probably not peruse the 24-hour book shop if you’re not trying to fall asleep.”

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“yeah, but the book shop at least might carry something containing a centuries old mystery!” they explained, gesturing with their hands. “plus it’s better to hang around here sometimes. i don’t have to remember the names of mythical creatures unprompted here.” they tucked their legs underneath them in their chair, leaning forward to try to puzzle out the name of the book in Raven’s hand before scrunching their face when the eye strain became too much. “what are you reading? it’s gotta be something good with how it looks.”

[hauntedhymnal]

flxwrpwer​:

Isabela looked them in thought before replying “Hm, I would say what works for me would be to either read a good book or find a single player game to play but if you’re wanting to do something else we could go explore!” Isabela isn’t quite sure why she offered to offered to go exploring with them but she doesn’t get regret it one bit. Besides she wanted to have some fun and maybe be a rebellious

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“i’ve tried those, no use,” they sigh, relinquishing themself to their dramatics. at least it was more entertaining to overreact to things than to stare into space. “we could go explore! where were you thinking? cargo bay? east wing? or do you know about a secret hall or something?”

[hauntedhymnal]

dcwnturn​:

“a little boredom never hurt anybody,” dipper replies with a shrug. he doesn’t love being bored - no one loves being bored - but it’s the thought that counts. “what are you so bored for, anyways? don’t you have a sweater to knit or a tv show about a duck who is also a detective to catch up on? what’s that thing you say? the world is your… mollusk?”

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“it hurts me, dipper!” mabel groans, sitting up straight in their seat. “you’re no help. i’ve already finished my sweater, that show i binged just last week, and it’s the world is your oyster,” they rattle off, counting against their fingers as they list it off. “don’t you wanna go hunt a ghost or chase a shadow? it’s been so long since we’ve done something like that. please?”

[hauntedhymnal]

mabel’s not quite sure what to do with themself this late at night. sure, there’s a million options. and sure, they could go to sleep but that’s just a coward’s way out of dealing with boredom. they’ve never been good with boredom. instead, they lull their head back to look at the other person in the room, scrunching their nose. “any quick tips for avoiding late night boredom?”

[ruixlovs]

MAIA MITCHELL IN ‘HOT SUMMER NIGHTS’ (2017)

[witchyautumns]

[mausspacearchive]

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

[bronzyglow]

believing in soulmates/astrology/ghosts/aliens/true love etc makes life interesting and fun

[androidboy]

[champagnexowishes]

[proserpinewrites]

“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”

— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via wordsnquotes)