#// an excellent liar

[oncillabrigade]

Finally read Robins!

I have a lot of thoughts, but I just want to say this panel is the funniest thing I've ever seen:

[runespoor7]

hiii! for the ask game, an au where jc gets de-aged post-canon to his freshly traumatized 17 year old self? playing happy family in cloud recesses, wwx is brutally pulled out of his ‘the past is in the past’ bubble when he finds out. for extra knives, maybe wn tells him

1. I think it should be JL, and not WN, who tells WWX. JL is invested in JC (and in JC and WWX’s relationship)! WN is mostly invested in #getwreckedSLJ.

WWX doesn't really understand what JL expects of him - WWX’s heart leaped when he understood the content of JL’s letter, and his belly twisted as though he was going to be sick, but he managed to calm down enough to write a reassuring letter back to JL. (Surely that was what JL expected, right?) WWX had to sit on his own hands to keep from doing something stupid like grabbing a sword and flying off, and then he had to ask to LWJ to distract him, because it keeps buzzing, buzzing under his skin.

There's no new letter from JL. WWX forces himself to think it means everything went back to normal. And makes himself distracted (he loves his husband!) before his mind trips down the path of what if not. (JL wouldn't write then. He'd show up.)

2. There’s no second letter but JL shows up. WWX, who's been thinking that there was no reason for JL to come but if things had gone worst with JC, doesn't know what he looks like when he sees JL and doesn't really register the sound of people sliding their swords out.

“You have to come, why didn't you come! I had to leave jiujiu because you weren't coming, and I'm going to have to return to Jinlintai once I’ve brought you back, so grab your things, shibo. Oh, you don't need to take much, LP will put you up with what you need. What matters is going back so jiujiu can see you.”

JC is alive. JC is alive. Once the news break through the dull rushing sound in WWX’s ears, tension he didn't know had frozen his body seeps away.

The Jin disciple accompanying JL puts his sword away, under the misapprehension that WWX isn't ready to leave right away. LWJ says WWX’s name and presses his arm, and WWX nods fiercely. No time to waste, is there? Now JC wants him there.

3. There’s a disciple of YMJ as a welcoming committee when they fly down, or maybe two; WWX doesn't pay attention, he leaves JL and LWJ to deal with them - “hey, wait!” JL yelps, “do you even know where you’re going?”

WWX’s feet slow, stop. LP is changed. WWX isn't even sure JC left the infirmary where it once was.

JL catches up with an annoyed, worried huff. He sounds just like JC. “Here, this way.”

4. JC looks– JC looks.

WWX’s legs give up from under him.

JC looks at him with an intense frown, features almost twisted in desperation - WWX’s name on his lips. WWX scrambles on the ground, knees banging on the polished wood, fingers feverishly untangled as he reaches for the long-lost shape of WWX’s shidi, crumpled as discarded hopes, slight as a memory.

“You– why are you here?” JC's words fall like stones on WWX’s bones before WWX can reassure himself JC’s real. “They told me you live in Gusu. You don't even look like yourself, why did you come back?”

How like JC! One thousand words to cut through WWX like one thousand blades. WWX ignores him, fists his hands in JC's robes, presses his face against JC’s thighs. He needs to feel the warmth of JC’s body, make sure he’s not a ghost, not a dream.

JC's hand on his shoulder, shaking. WWX is suddenly reminded of JC’s hands pushing him down, this same JC throttling him. It feels like the last time they touched, did JC ever touch him after that, did WWX let him?

5. “I’ll fix it – I promise, JC, I’ll make it right,” WWX breathes, recklessly, helplessly. How easy it is to fall back into these old, dizzying habits!

JC’s eyes are full of shattered distrust and cloudy hopes, like he’s been told WWX lies, like he still believes WWX first.

[lokijiro]

Suggestion :

Mycroft was sent to do fieldwork a couple of times when he was younger and had just started working for his country. To his chagrin, he was good at it, but he hated it. He made it a point to prove to his employers that he was far more useful running things than wading in.

Thankfully, he was quickly considered to be indispensable at home, and too valuable to be sent on such missions.

No one is surprised when years later Mycroft successfully and effortlessly infiltrates a Serbian military organization.

[luxphobia]

read @wyrvel’s fic; Defined by the Absence and it sunk its hooks into me

[ramonahblog]

In light of the smoke bombs, I'm now recataloguing some of my previous assumptions [or well, hcs I guess] in this world.

Mainly because when I first read the fact that Cerise's hood enabled her to hide in the shadows, I was like yeah, okay make sense, they're clearly going for Cerise-is-wolf thing here so. Shadowy-cloak makes sense and I simply thought it was isolated to Cerise's hood.

But...the smoke bombs makes me wonder. Did Red just...already have a shadowy cloak?

That she passed down to Cerise?

Why you have a shadowy-cloak, Red? What possible use did you have for it if it wasn't for hiding bodies?

Deciding to go home and read these books has just left me with two thoughts.

One: Confused but intrigued on the lore.

Two: Red is a serial killer.

[musubiki]

lol I love the idea that Clarinette in her “Lime collects weird things I’ll find some weird things for him!” she accidentally finds something SUPER rare and hands it to him and he just casually pockets it. He thinks he can just get away with giving it to Mochi and taking all the credit but then has a mental crisis of LYING????? to MOCHI???????

Funny continuation of this is it’s AM (after Mochi) so he sheepishly confesses that Clarinette is the one who found it and Mochi goes up and thanks her

Sad contunuation of this is it’s BM (before Mochi) is him having a mental crisis of how dare he even think of lying to her. He would never lie to her before she left! What’s changed in me. And then slowly watching it wilt away.

OKAY FOR ALL FOUR OF THESE POINTS I WANNA SAY SOMETHINGS!!!!! first of all i love it and it makes me sad and happy thinking about them :')

1 ) first i think clarinette would think its so cute that lime collects random stuff. everyone says "Ah nice, so the witches cant use it. good thinking" but clarinette sees just a LITTLE bit past it and thinks its a weird and endearing hobby of his. imagine how disillusioned she is when she finds out "Oh, this cute quirky thing he does isnt actually a cute quirky thing, its him thinking of the other woman the whole damn time."

2 ) LIME ACTUALLY LIES TO MOCHI MORE THAN HE SHOULD!!!!!!!! and it SUCKS because its always to save himself from looking like a simp or a dumbass because the truth is embarrassing for him, but it damages her levels of trust in him unfortunately. and she keeps telling him to stop but then another thing comes up where he doesnt want to admit the truth so he lies again (lime flaw). one example is when she asks him why he stays in the m34th, and his answer is "Because they pay well and I'm bored," but no matter how much extra commissions she finds and money she can magic up, he stays anyway. she has to learn from fucking clarinette that he stays because they make him stronger (real lime quote). he doesnt want to tell mochi that he feels so inadequate and inferior when he cant keep up with her, and the m34th is the only way to get his ass up to her level consistently. without it hes back to 16 year old lime who can barely help for shit in the face of magic and monsters

3 ) THAT LAST POINT IS SO TCWG IN NATURE!!!!!!!!!!! lime finding a super rare ingredient and its about to go bad so fuck it, sell it to the merchant. maybe he can keep it fresher than me and i get some money for it. and mochi sees it among the merchants wares and buys it :') bonus points if however shes keeping it fresh with magic, he sees it among her spell ingredients years later. its not IMPOSSIBLE to find one, its just so rare that makes him think if its the same one <3

(and of course the merchant doesnt say shit about where he got it. mochi goes "wow! so rare! where did you get this!" and instead of telling the TRUTH he goes "Industry secret!")

[dirchristophernolan]

today (yesterday?) i finally figured out why i prefer lestat to armand even though they both abused louis in their respective relationships (albeit in different ways): lestat is real. genuine. as fucked up as he is, he has the balls to recognize when he fucks up and he owns it. he’s a mess, he knows it, louis knows it, he makes sure we all know it, he calls himself out and explicitly states that he broke louis; there’s no justification for what he did. whereas armand.. he goes through eternal life pretending to be something he’s not and he thinks he has the audience fooled (pretty much like tswift). nobody is a saint. nobody is that good of a person/entity yet this man alleges to be THAT good and he thinks he got us all fooled. like? sorry, no? i will never believe you, simply because that does not exist and has never existed. no one is ever that good without there being some kind of catch

[jils-things]

Wait a While Longer

this fic is written by my friend, sarah! (@throughpatchesofviolet) it was for a trade we exchanged months back. i asked for a lovely stevaide fic and she delivered! she has given me her permission to repost this story and i'm more than happy to share it. also using this opportunity to read it easily hehehe 💚💜 thank you again!

"Here we are …” Jaide mused, smiling as she crouched beside the oven, patting a small, reptilian Pokémon on the head as she pointed at the pie visible through the window. “See? It’s almost ready, Aron—just a few more minutes.”

The steel-type titled his head, studying the pastry before turning to his companion, blinking up at her with his large, blue eyes.

“In the meantime, how about we clean up?” Jaide suggested, standing up and lightly sidestepping Aron so she could reach the sink, where a mound of dirty dishes awaited her. “Can’t leave the house in disarray, after all.”

Aron huffed, but he trotted after her, sitting obediently at her feet as she turned on the faucet, humming softly to herself as she rinsed the first of many bowls.

As she squirted dish soap onto a cloth, beginning to scrub a large mixing bowl, her thoughts turned towards her husband, Steven. Early that morning, the jangling tone of a phone had roused them both—an urgent call from Steven’s father, who requested Steven make an appearance at an upcoming meeting.

Naturally, Steven had agreed, and had promptly dressed, pressed a soft kiss to his wife’s forehead, and departed, all in the span of a few minutes.

I hope he’s doing alright, Jaide thought, frowning at a stain on the dish she was washing. He left so early … and after working so hard, the night before, too. He must be exhausted …

The buzzing of a timer snapped Jaide from her thoughts, and she dropped the rag and bowl into the sink, spinning around to find Aron had moved to stand in front of the oven. The Pokémon sniffed the air as she approached, drawing another smile from his companion.

“It smells pretty good, doesn’t it?” she asked, grabbing a pair of oven mitts before squatting down beside Aron and opening the oven door, a blast of hot, cinnamon-scented air rushing over them.

Leaning forward, Jaide carefully removed the pie, as Aron grunted in irritation, his eyes narrowing as he crouched behind her, trying to avoid the heat.

Jaide laughed as she rose to her feet, setting the pie on a cooling rack. “I tried to warn you, when we started—the oven gets hot!”

Aron snorted, glaring at her before turning away, visibly irritated.

“Aw, Aron … I’m sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you …” Jaide glanced at the pie, the golden crust shimmering beneath a cloud of steam, then back at Aron. “How about I give you the biggest piece to make up for it? Would you like that?”

The steel-type refused to look at her for a moment longer, then slowly sighed, and Jaide smiled as his large eyes drifted back towards her face.

“Alright—Aron gets the largest piece of pie, tonight. Promise.”

The Pokémon beamed up at her, then snapped to alertness, his gaze darting towards the living room: the soft jangling of keys had grabbed his attention—and Jaide’s, as well.

Aron bolted as the front door creaked open, eager to welcome Steven home, and Jaide sighed, smoothing her dress before stepping into the other room, where her husband was trying not to trip over the tiny Pokémon weaving between his legs.

“… I don’t have anything for you, this time, Aron, I’m sorry!” Steven held out his empty hands to the steel-type, who squinted up at him. “I was in a meeting all day, so I didn’t have time to grab any ore … next time, I promise!”

Aron huffed, then spun around and marched back into the kitchen.

“I don’t think he liked your excuse,” Jaide teased, smiling as she approached Steven, already reaching to help him take off his coat. “How was your meeting, dear? You’re not too tired, are you?”

“No, no … I’m perfectly fine. Not tired—” Steven broke off mid-sentence, yawning, but he quickly stifled it, gently waving Jaide aside. “Not tired at all …”

His wife raised an eyebrow, but she decided to play along. “Alright … how about we sit down? We both could use some rest, after today.”

“Oh?” he frowned as she took his arm, quietly guiding him towards the soda. “What did you get up to …?”

“Well,” Jaide began, patting her husband’s arm as they sank onto the couch cushions. “After you left, I managed to fall back asleep for a few more hours … then I was up to make breakfast for me and Ruby … we had pancakes—the ones where we use fruit to make them look like Pokémon. Ruby managed to make his look just like Fofo …”

“Mm … which form?” Steven mumbled, leaning his head against Jaide’s shoulder.

“It was her Sunny Form,” Jaide replied, smiling as she recalled how carefully Ruby had arranged slices of banana around his pancake that morning. “He took a photo, of course—it was quite cute.

“After that, Ruby told me he was going to hang out with some friends at a Secret Base—though, he wouldn’t tell me where it was … I suppose that’s to keep it a “secret” base, isn’t it?

“Then I was on my own, so I did some housework, ran to the store for groceries, and then Aron and I baked a pie … oh, you should have seen his face when I opened the oven—his eyes scrunched up and he huddled behind me … it was adorable! Although, he was upset about it, so now I owe him a huge slice of pie as an apology.

"And now you’re home, so I can start making …” Jaide trailed off as soft snoring tickled her ears, and she glanced over to see Steven dozing against her shoulder.

Smiling, Jaide gently lowered Steven’s head so it was resting in her lap, chuckling quietly as she brushed his hair from his face, admiring his features.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Steven’s forehead.

I suppose dinner can wait a bit longer, Jaide thought, closing her eyes. Steven needs to rest, and Ruby’s not home, yet, either … besides, I can’t possibly move, now—it’d wake him!

She snuggled into the couch cushions, humming a quiet lullaby as she stroked Steven’s hair.

Yes … dinner can wait just a little longer …

—

“What a day …” Ruby muttered, sighing as he stepped into the living room.

“Ar?”

The boy blinked, looking down to find his mother’s Aron gazing up at him. The Pokémon studied him for a moment, then turned his head, nodding towards the sofa.

Following Aron’s gaze, Ruby found his parents lounging on the couch—his father’s head rested in his mother’s lap. Thought she was sitting upright, he could tell Jaide was fast asleep, her fingers still tangled in Steven’s hair.

He glanced at Aron as he slid his backpack off, kneeling on the floor beside the Pokémon as he rummaged through its contents. “Shall we?” he asked, pulling out a camera.

“Aron!” the Pokémon chirped, beaming at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Powering the camera on, Ruby focused it on his parents, still snoozing on the sofa, and snapped a quick photo before settling down beside Aron, showing him the picture.

“What do you think? The lighting look okay?”

The steel-type stared at the photograph, then nodded

.

“Great! Then let’s leave them alone—we’ll have plenty of time to tease them with this, later.”

Ruby stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he marched into the kitchen, Aron trotting behind him. He paused when he saw the pie resting on the counter, and the Pokémon grunted, gently headbutting his leg.

“Aroooooon!” he hissed, glaring up at Ruby.

“Ar!”

“Right, right—sorry. Let’s go.”

Aron snorted as he watched the boy run into the other room. Nobody was going to touch that pie—not until Jaide served him his portion, anyway. She’d promised him a huge piece, after all!

The Pokémon cast one more glance up at the counter, then nodded to himself, scampering after Ruby. After all … dinner could wait a while longer.

[eightspringdays]

me to me: how many metaphors do you want here

me to me: yes

[brainrotcharacters]

the only problematic thing about me is the way I write my wips

[peemil]

it's too bad i don't really "believe" in electoral politics anymore because in my heart of hearts i believe i would be an excellent politician

[llycaons]

it's actually kind of hard to make a single concrete statement abt wwx's character beaides the very basic stuff like 'he loves his siblings' and oh fuck I've already run into issues. his relationship with at least one of his siblings is COMPLICATED. anyway he contains multitudes and if you delve into his perspective you'll probably have to come to terms with it and YES it's nuance it's NOT inconsistent writing due to changes from the source material it's NOT

[mckittericks]

Whichever of you motherfuckers said in the notes of that one post that thing that made me watch "Odd Taxi," I am going to find you and bite you.

[mars-ipan]

currently thinking abt the despair disease and the character analysis potential it brings

[zevranunderstander]

i love watching youtube analyses of movies and shows and i love when the person explaining something is totally wrong about the thing theyre talking about

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

13 is like i have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts and her first instincts when she crashes into a train full of scared people and aliens is ask the alien what it is and figure out how to be a doctor by listening to your friends, for which you need friends so make friends