#colorful-comet

[zombeikid]

colorful-comet mentioned you on a post “Today in D&D: My usually good and bookish character and her schemey...”

@zombeikid YES ABSOLUTELY. I have been working on putting together material for a campaign set in the Secret World game.

WELL LET ME KNOW MKAY? Because like.. I’d be down for playing. Or something! Lol

[bolotiesandjournals]

"DIPPER IT'S HALLOWEEN! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?"

“I’m hoping it means you not getting another restraining order from one of the kids in the rich neighborhood because you don’t know when to stop with the mummy-themed pick-up lines.” Dipper knew better, he really did. He just couldn’t help throwing out at least a slight distraction before she really started getting amped up. “I’m still convinced they buy full-size loser candy just for when we show up.”

[smashingsire]

Mabel Meets Monarch

@colorful-comet Near an old but incredibly mysterious shack was an aquamarine portal that gently swirled between a log and a pine tree. Whoever came across this would find something so different on the other side... And that other side of this doorway lead to Dream Land, a simple and yet colourful land that one would find to a living page of a children's book. The colours of the grass and the sky were plainly simple, where a path of yellow lead down in between the hills to somewhere else? Civilisation perhaps? Who knew?

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                 ❝ ONWARDS AOSHIMA !!  ❞

❤ dedicated/gift to all my amazing mabels whom i love to not only interact with IC but OOC as well.❤ @captivatinginnocence && @colorful-comet && @sparklesandstarsandstuff && @glittcrguts && @starbrcd-archive ( even if they aren’t active )

[bolotiesandjournals]

@colorful-comet liked the thing for a sip of dipdop classic.

You’d think that after years and years of every assortment of monster that all came from some kind of Greek myth, Dipper had noticed, trying to kill him and his sister, that just maybe Dipper’s paranoia would have lessened once they’d been gifted with that rather overwhelming knowledge that the Goddess Athena was their Mother.  Sure, maybe it finally answered that age-old question about why the strange and deadly situations the twins ended up in even occurred let alone as frequently as they did. There was plenty it didn’t answer, let alone even more their now apparently far from dead mother couldn’t tell them quite yet, other than that they needed to hot foot it to the other side of the country to the only place that could keep them safe. Right. Coz’ he was suppose to believe some summer camp was going to protect them? What were they going to do? Sing Kumbaya until whatever latest Greek horror bled to death from the ears? 

As skeptical as Dipper had been several days ago, he’d grown quite used to the new reality laid out for him.  Granted, it was pretty easy to accept when such a crazy life also meant a few perks of ts own.  After finally pocketing the hotel keys he’d programmed, the youngest Pines’ twin silently crept out of the back lobby and back out the way he came.  As worried as he was, it’s not like anyone would see him, but he couldn’t help worrying he’d suddenly come upon some unforeseen weakness in the invisibility the hat he’d been given granted him. The moment the door closed, he bolted back the way he had agreed to meet his sister, stopping near the couple dumpsters at the back of the hotel, “Mabel?” Dipper didn’t know why he was whispering, though he nearly blushed realizing he hadn’t taken his hat off, tugging it off suddenly to reveal himself and the disheveled state their journey had left him in. What was keeping her? He worried at his lip slightly, hands playing with the plastic keys in his pocket to distract himself mildly. @colorful-comet

[priincesspacificaarchive]

@colorful-comet has been called before the Queen

Pacifica manages a grimace, the same one she always gives Mabel when she returns from the Underworld. It’s so hard to see her and not tell her about Mason. That he’s safe but bordering insane. That he’s her husband just like her friend always dreamed. “My year was fine, Mabel,” she responds to her previous question, taking a step back from their hug. “I always find something to keep me occupied.” She grins wide, then presents the gift she had been working on for months. A poorly knitted sweater with a llama on it. “You gave me yours so long ago, I thought I’d return the favor. I made this one, and while I know it’s not perfect I still hope you like it.”

[priincesspacificaarchive]

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Pacifica almost laughs at that, but then she glances around, looking for a teacher. “I think you’re clear to run. Just keep your head down and it’ll blow over by tomorrow. Fights always do.” She shoves her friend towards an exit. “C’mon, if we speed walk away together it’ll look less suspicious.”

[priincesspacificaarchive]

"Oh my god, they got a picture of me hitting her in the face."

CLEANING OUT THE INBOX||@colorful-comet

Pacifica slaps her best friend a high-five and gives a small giggle. “Good! She deserved it! You worked really hard on that sweater!”