The whiteboard in front of Lucio’s room is a free creative space, so of course I tagged it with a mandala and a mama Jowd a couple of months ago. Shari visited today… “‘scuuuse me princess, could you stop spouting nonsense? You’re embarrassing yourself” Now it’s complete :3

As a matter of fact.

Another point conceded, but he’ll have his grand comeback soon. er. Or later.

A contest of contumacy

It’s a daily ritual, the one date he won’t miss in the organized mess that is his private life.

Don’t give me that look, man. Just face it. I’m riiight and you know it.

And on the following morning:

Stop it. Now the world is all wrong.

Or:

Suuure, you’re big and loyal and enough of an idiot. There’s this one thing I don’t get, baby: who is important enough that you’d take the fall? (Who else?)

‘Cause I can think of one smart little beauty, but she didn’t do it either.

I’ll show you, godsdamnit, I’ll show you. Hang on, jerk.

The list goes on.

Cabanela can be a stubborn man, with no qualms in charging alone against the world by the sole virtue of actually being right: it takes a special degree of inflexibility to make a winning strategy out of crashing into adversities head first, but it’s served him well so far.

There was one man whom he considered his equal, patient enough, at times, to outlast his jokes and jabs.

Against his picture, framed in the same unnerving smile for more than a year now, Cabanela doesn’t stand a chance.

shledzguohn asked: wow who are these cuties!! @u@ and why is there no description what kind of materials did you use did you make them for any particular reason or just cause !!!!

Hehehe! Shari says hi & thank you! And just because, of course XD We do what we must because we can etc (apropos that, I’d like to point out that turrets can make themselves appear slimmer through fashion - photoset pending, I hope to be able to post it tomorrow XD)

Huh, I didn’t add a description because… it’s basic fabric paints on cheap shirts… we drew the ghost silhouette with chalks, made a duct tape mask for the glasses, sponge-painted a coat of white to make a sort of cloud as a background for the glasses… and painted Sissel’s silhouette with fabric paints. And that’s it!^^

This is like a bad fashion!AU. Like, The Bold and the Ghost Tricks.

This isn’t helping.

pastellieria:

Cabanela is the master of poses, even when he has been knocked over by a hat

#inspector cabanela’s poses #inspector cabanela #ellie plays ghost trick #ghost trick: phantom detective #ghost trick

Legit upset that the first one isn’t a common tag on Tumblr.

Self it’s a just a new fic stop chasing your tail like a Pomeranian

Self this speed reading is going to be the end of you, it probably says “Complete” not “Cabanela”

It says ‘grave mistake’ in the title but those aren’t lacking in can…

WAIT.

*pomeranians a little more and scampers off to read* It’s a new author too! Hello new author, is the section comfy and nice enough? Have some tea and cookies. And, well, chicken.

shledzguohn:

pastellieria:

is Cabanela actually flirting or is that just the way he sounds all the time

yes

Unpopular fandom opinion -

since this is how he sounds all the time, I don’t think it’s how he flirts.

Subtext is where it’s at.

Compulsive Cryptic Connotations Syndrome

They can go on for hours. They can, ergo they do.

To an external listener, their words don’t add up to dialogue, much less banter: they are taking turn at holding two parallel speeches of the most carefully rehearsed kind, swift and cohesive and self-sufficient to a T.

One is about Life, the Universe and Jowd’s place in Everything. An autobiography in self-deprecating key, from a distant perspective.

When Cabanela holds the floor, it’s variations on the theme of success.

Typical speeches – and nothing of interest was conveyed.

Except— to them, it ended in a clear 5-2, a good comeback from yesterday’s sore defeat, as today’s loser acknowledges, and the other’s grin turns a fraction wider. It was about a case, politics, what’s for dinner, opinions on coffee and dogs, Kamila, mushrooms. Their puzzled audience walks away. Of course they could just talk about life, but where’s the fun in that?