the blue one.

(↠ event starter for @deweydewncght​ )

“yep.” dewey tried his best to appear inconspicuous as he slid up next to edric, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. “so, what’s the plan? what do you want to do first?”

donald can’t even claim to be surprised. the second he sees dewey, all he can do is chuckle, shaking his head as he takes note of his nephew’s mask. “where on earth did you even find this?” he asks, taking his hand and flicking one of the jingling bells on the end of his mask. “and why didn’t you burn it when you found it?” @deweydewncght​

"the thrift store!” dewey answered, clearly proud of his find. he had been struggling for a while to find a mask that he could actually see himself wearing. “i had been searching for so long for the perfect mask and then... i found it! it spoke to me, uncle donald.” the bells jingled as he shook his head. “why would i burn it? don’t you like it?”

“Doaty dobbers, th’goddemn lot! Filthy balachs,” Merida cursed under her breath while shifting the backpack on her shoulders. She had just finished her last exam for the semester and had stepped outside filled with excitement, but she’d immediately been met with a snowball to the face. It wasn’t intentional, merely a bad throw from one of the guys in the group. It was just, laughter in place of apology didn’t sit right with her. She would’ve told them off, if they hadn’t run away, so she instead satisfied her anger by yelling at their backs. Now, she was just kind of hungry, and very ready to get back into the holiday mood. Merida began walking down the slippery cement hugging the quad, trying to determine what kind of carb to fill her bottomless stomach with, until she felt something touch her back. It wasn’t strong contact, but she instinctively assumed it to be another snowball, and she quickly turned around ready to put some immature idiots to shame. “I swear ta’ everythin’ y’mother holds holy, I’ll-” She spewed off quick, accent heavy with rage before spinning enough to take in the non-aggressing face. “Oh!” She exclaimed, eyes widening and face brightening instantly. “Thought y’were being funny. Sorry, your mum’s exempt.”

Dewey winced when his snowball accidentally hit someone who was obviously just leaving class. He whirled around to shoot his friends a glare when they immediately started laughing. “Shut up!” He briefly considered running off with them at the girl’s reaction, would apologizing really be worth it? And would she even be receptive to it? He shook the thought off, grabbing his backpack and running after her. He was moving a little too fast and his feet slid on the ice once he reached the pavement. He moved his arms erratically to keep himself from falling flat on his face. He took a moment to catch his breath before he continued after her, reaching out to tap her on the shoulder once he reached her. “Hey-” He jumped in surprise at her reaction, momentarily debating just dropping it. “Oh, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say sorry for hitting you with a snowball and... say that my buddies weren’t really laughing at you. They were laughing at me. I mean, I kind of missed my target by...  an embarrassing amount.”

Returning to her home in the forest was too much work for Eda to deal with once the snow had started falling harder and the wind picked up outside in a telltale sign of an oncoming blizzard. Which left her to settle into her shop, a place that was essentially a second home anyway and at least had a better heating system than the owl house. Or at least, it normally did, when the power was on. Though that hardly phased Eda, as she picked out one of the uglier long draping winter jackets she had on display and used magic to create an ever burning floating ball of fire. She had just pulled out one of the old tabloid magazines she’d recently become obsessed with when the familiar magical hoot of the front door rang out indicating someone else had entered the building. “We’re closed,” she called out, not even bothering to look up from the page she was reading. Nor did she put out the very obvious fire bobbing besides her and providing both warmth and light. @deweydewncght​

Dewey came stumbling through the door of the shop, cold hands shoved in his pockets. He regretting not heading back to the manor the minute the weather started getting worse, maybe he could have actually made it there in time. He was quite certain the manor still had power, considering a generator seemed like the kind of thing his great uncle would invest in. He had taken a second to look around the shop in awe, not even registering what the older woman had said to him. His eyes finally settled on the floating ball of fire in the room and he suddenly got very excited. “Whoa!” He ran up to it, leaning in perhaps a bit too close to examine it. “Is it real?” He very briefly considered attempting to put his hand through it to test it but that seemed like a bad idea. He could certainly feel the heat on his face, it had to be real, right? “How are you doing that?”

Camera slowly sweeping over the festival as he walked around, getting some generic shots to put into his vlog for the event, Dipper came to a stop when he noticed an unfortunately familiar boy staring at him. Sighing to himself, he turned off the camera and made a show of putting it down. “I can cut the shot with you in it, don’t worry,” he promises as he approaches the other boy. Why Dewey seemed to hate him so much, Dipper wasn’t entirely sure. Not that he ever cared enough to ask - so used to being the butt of people’s jokes that he just accepted this little rivalry they had going on. Normally he would offer to keep the footage and even get some more with the fellow youtuber to shout him out in the video, but every time he’d done that in the past Dewey had just ranted about how he didn’t need his help getting followers. So Dipper just left it at that. @deweydewncght​

Dewey hadn’t realized just how obvious his staring was until the older boy started making his way over to him. He was too busy kicking himself for not thinking of vlogging the event himself, not that he would’ve had the opportunity to do it anyway. He had spent most of the day with his family and spending the event behind his camera was not something Huey or his uncles would tolerate. Something about spending time together as a family, blah, blah, blah.  “What?” He was snapped out of his thoughts by Dipper’s voice, he hadn’t even realized that he was in the shot in the first place. “Oh, yeah, good.” His demeanor shifted, like it usually did when he talked to Dipper. Nothing to do with him, really, he seemed cool. Dewey just thought that maybe a rivalry would bring in the views. And maybe he was just a little jealous of how popular Dipper’s channel was in comparison to his, not that he’d ever admit it. “What’s even the point of recording it anyway? How are you supposed to enjoy the festival if you’re just behind your camera?”