#SHARP AF

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

🤏🏻

#emmanuel macron #photo #slay me #sharp af

[yvehattan]

We all want to go shopping with Smerdyakov.

#and then perfume shopping too #then we can go and scare people at a market whilst picking all our onions and veggies for some fancy haute cuisine #that no one has ever heard of before #my beloved weird little sweet patricidal chef man #sharp af #pavel smerdyakov #smerdyakov #the brothers karamazov #tbk #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky #russian lit #russian literature #classic lit #classic literature #books and literature #bookblr #classic lit memes

[hayakawashousewife]

c o l l a r b o n e s

#askdhaskjd #SHARP AF #might get a papercut #aki baby

[life-or-something-like-lt]

Terrance Zdunich as Lucifer in The Devil's Carnival(2012)

#the devil's carnival #terrance zdunich #his devil is hot af #horroredit #horrorfilmgifs #filmedit #filmgifs #fyeahmovies #userstream #junkfooddaily #that's actually musical #and i am surprised how sharp this looks considering less than 2Gb video #i couldn't find better #gifs*

[lordbasilebub]

You can’t tell me he’s not a clingy drunk

Would love to have jooster fans to chat with!

#jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #bertram wooster #reginald jeeves #Reginald Jeeves….arm #art #my art #doodle #sketch #csp #artists on tumblr #jooster #fanart #fan art #j&w #bro has a sharp af wrist #look im half assing it here people ok

[sebfreak]

"Before dawn, the night is darkest just before dawn. But keep your eyes open, keep them open no matter how dark the night ahead may be. If you avert your eyes from the dark, you'll be blind to the rays of a new day. " - Sakata Gintoki (10th. Oct.)

#gintama #gintamaedit #sakata gintoki #shounenedit #fymanganime #fyanimegifs #dailyanime #dailyanimatedgifs #animangahive #animangaboys #anisource #animationsource #animeedit #gifs #sebfreaks gif #happy birthday #i swear the middle gifs are sharp af like the other ones #it´s a tumblr problem

[magicpotatothoughts]

So I came across the Heaven Official’s Blessing Donghua first and just recently started reading the novel and the first thing I notice is actually JUST HOW FREAKING SASSY XIE LIAN’S inner monologue is 😂

Fu Yao was rolling his eyes so hard that Xie Lian wanted to ask if his eyes were tired.

Xie Lian woke up today and decided not to choose violence 😂

#but Hua Cheng does #and I think that’s why His Highness fell for the Ghost King #it’s the love the looks and the sharp tongue #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hualian #tgcf hua cheng #hua cheng #xie lian #mxtx #all of mxtx’s bottoms are outwardly or secretly SASSY AF

[arrozconlecheeee]

Lately been really thinking about him a lot❄️

#hpma #harry potter magic awakened #hp magic awakened #hpma mc #hpma oc #harry potter #Cristian Cruz #he’s kinda an ass but I love him sm #he was originally meant to be written with Icarus syndrome in mind #and you know? in a way it’s still present in his current writing #it’s just not as extreme #but it does cause consequences for him #he’s very sharp but he also lacks the ability to measure his limits until it backfires on him #(initially yeah he’s mean af but after a while he tries to be less mean #it just doesn’t work out well bc he lacks social skills;;;;) #(he sucks at expressing himself is what I mean but he means well in his late teen years) #my art tag

[celestial--sapphic]

Kiss me (like you wanna be loved)

Ao3 link

Summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word count: 10,858

Chapter: 1/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel / Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: Developing Relationship/First Relationship/First Kiss/Post-Game(s)/wlw/Sapphic/LGBTQ Female Character/LGBTQ Themes/Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls/Fluff Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship/pick and choose historical accuracy/Imelda is a bitch but we love her/Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual/MC is a lesbian

#poppy sweeting #Evelyn Caddel #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #WLW #Sapphic #LGBTQ #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #natsai onai #mirabel garlick #aesop sharp #matilda weasley #sirona ryan #Albie Weekes #This is my first fic so im scared AF #But we need more queer women content in the HL fandom

[dim20-stims]

"I don't need the gold. I just have nowhere else to go."

x x x - x 🎻 x - x x x

#stimboard #stim #sword af #delivering destiny #smosh #koda amakiir #chanse mccrary #his backstory is everything #fire tw #sand #flames #swords #weapons tw #sharps tw #suncatcher #rainbows #creator's fav

[direwombat]

Crime boss au for sybeli 👀

ahhhhh thank you gen this was such a fun little exploration of the quasi formed "mobster syb" au i have floating in my brain. eli strikes me as too much of a hermit to be an effective mob boss, but in an au where syb gets involved in organized crime to pay off her daddy's gambling debts...well...i think she'd be able to run hope county from the shadows :)

also lmao whoops this ended up being almost 2k (but then again, as i always say...anything under 5k is "short" for me).

[SEND ME A PAIRNG + AN AU SETTING]

The great part about living in Middle-of-Nowhere, Montana, Eli finds, is that there usually isn’t a soul around for miles. 

The bad part about living in Middle-of-Nowhere, Montana, is that when an uninvited soul does come knocking, there isn’t anyone around to help.

He’d been disarmed of his rifle so swiftly that he didn’t even notice the other man circling behind him to throw a burlap sack over his head. His hands were forced behind his back, the zip ties quickly snapped into place around them, and he’d been shoved into the backseat of a vehicle. 

Blind as he is, he has no idea where they’re going, and he knew better than to ask. The kind of people who kidnap a man from his home aren’t the kind to answer his questions. He sits silently, shifting his weight uncomfortably, desperately trying to keep his hands from going numb under his weight. His jaw is clenched and his ears strain for any familiar sounds that might give him a clue of where they’re taking him. 

The purring of the engine. Soft chatter, some of it in a language he doesn’t understand but thinks might be French. The crunching of gravel as they trundle along the dirt roads of the Whitetails. 

And then traffic. 

Traffic. Other cars around them. Civilization. Town. 

They have to be heading towards Falls End. He hasn’t been sitting long enough for it to be anywhere else. 

He guesses it’s about twenty minutes later that the vehicle pulls to a stop and the driver cuts the engine. The second he’s pulled from his seat, Eli is hit with the stench of beer, stale cigarettes, and deep fried food, and while muffled, the distinct sound of classic rock blares from a jukebox nearby. A heavy hand shoves between his shoulder blades and he stumbles forward. Every step he takes is hesitant, fearful he’ll walk himself straight into a goddamn wall.

But his handlers guide him with gruff instructions. “Keep going straight,” and, “face right,” and “stop.” A door creaks open and the overwhelming sounds and smells only get stronger as he’s ushered inside what he assumes is likely the Spread Eagle. The sack is pulled from his head, hair lifting in a staticy mess. 

It doesn’t take long for his eyes to adjust. The bar itself is dimly lit and the halls behind it, just past the restrooms and kitchen, are even moreso. A single lightbulb flickers unsteadily overhead and he’s guided once more towards another door. He’d only ever been back here a handful of times -- back when Casey had been kind enough to let him store the game he caught in the restaurant freezers, before he built his own -- and had simply assumed this particular door was to the Fairgrave's office, where they kept their books and receipts. 

But as one man pushes the door open, it isn’t any of the Fairgraves he sees occupying the space. 

Instead, there stands a woman he’s never seen before. A woman with short, dark hair, dressed in a crisp white button up and black pinstripe vest and slacks. Garters wrap around her biceps and her cuffs are rolled up to her elbows -- not that it prevented blood from flecking and spattering onto it. She leans against a heavy mahogany desk in the center of the room, smoking a cigar and filling the room with clouds of smoke. Her hands are bruised and still adorned with brass knuckles while jazz plays quietly from a record player off in the corner. 

The room itself is warm, almost cozy -- styled like an antique library. Dark wood bookshelves line the walls. Heavy curtains, deep red in color, are drawn over the window, blotting out the light, or, more accurately, preventing anyone from seeing what’s transpiring inside. The space is adorned with antique, velvet clawfoot couches and chairs, and at the center stands a heavy mahogany desk. A plush carpet covers the hardwood floors, and laying on that carpet is a man whose face has been reduced to paste. 

Eli’s blood goes cold and he swallows thickly. He feels like he just walked back in time or stepped foot on the set of a film about 1920s gangsters. 

The woman’s gaze flicks over them before settling on one of the men standing behind him. “Clean that up, would’ya?” she says, less of a request and more an order. Then, she looks to Eli and tilts her head towards one of the chairs. “You. Sit.”  He freezes for a moment, deer in headlights, and it isn’t until she shoots him a glare that clearly says Don’t make me repeat myself that he shuffles forward and takes a seat. 

The other two men grip the unconscious body by his arms and legs before dragging him off, leaving a red smear across the hardwood floor. 

The door then shuts with a damning click, and the woman’s attention is solely on him.

“Little birdie tells me you know how to build things where they ain’t supposed to go,” she says, gingerly letting her brass knuckles slide off her hands. She tucks them in her pocket. “That true?” 

He swallows thickly. The bunkers he’s built for himself and a few others are violating zoning laws and he maybe bribed a friend in Falls End to help him get permits regardless. Are the structures technically illegal? Yeah, but it isn’t like he’s hurting anyone with them. “Who’s asking?”

“Someone who’s willin’ to pay you a lot of money for comparatively little work,” she says evenly. 

Alarms, sirens, and all other manner of warnings go off inside Eli’s mind. Getting involved with a woman like this one can only spell bad news for him. It’s never just one job for people like her. “I’m good,” he grits from between clenched teeth. 

Her brows lift in surprise. “Are ya now? ‘Cause that ain’t what I’m hearin’.” She grins. Smugly. Knowingly. Cruelly. “Those alimony and child support checks are a real bitch, ain’t they?”

Eli’s jaw clenches even tighter, the vein at his temple throbbing in anger. Not only does she know about his finances, she also knows about his ex-wife and kid. “What do you want?”

“I want you to do a job, Mr. Palmer.” 

“And if I say no?”

“Don’t see why you would,” she shrugs. “Like I said before, you’ll be handsomely compensated. But, I s’pose if you really ain’t wantin’ to play ball, maybe I let my good friends over at the sheriff’s department know that one of your bunkers is storin’ a helluva lotta oxy. Hell, maybe all of ‘em are.” 

Something in her smile shifts at the threat -- her expression hardens to stone and the teasing glimmer in her eyes fades. She isn’t fucking around. He believes she can and would frame him for drug crimes. But then a question scratches at the back of his mind. Is one of the bunkers he built being used to store drugs? He’s not proud of how his voice shakes. “This is extortion,” he says, as if the moral judgment behind it means anything to her.

She barks a laugh and it's one of pure, and utter amusement. “Of course not Mr. Palmer. This is just blackmail. I’m askin’ ya nicely.” She tilts her head to the side, drinking in the sight of him tied in front of her. She then quirks a brow. “Whether or not it turns into extortion is entirely up to you.” Her gaze then slowly rakes over his body appreciatively and Eli barely suppresses a shudder. “Though I must confess, it’d be a shame to do anything to that face of yours.” She regards him, considering. “How do you feel about your kneecaps?”

“I like’em as they are,” he says hoarsely

She hums and nods. “So you understand what I’m askin’ of ya, then.” 

Fuck him. Either he says no and ends up in the hospital or worse, in prison, or he says yes and ends up in the employ of someone who definitely isn’t on the right side of the law. And while the thought of affiliating himself with someone so casual about violence makes his skin crawl, at least the latter option means that his kid is still taken care of. 

Slowly, he nods. “Think so.” 

“Glad we could come to an agreement,” she smiles, as if she hadn’t coerced and threatened him into it. Setting her cigar down and pulling a butterfly knife from her other pocket, she circles behind him and cuts the zip-tie binding his wrists together. “You’ll get half your payment up front along with detailed instructions of what it is I want you to build. You’ll receive the rest upon completion. Understood?” 

Eli rubs at the chafed skin around his wrists. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She goes to sit at her desk and she takes another puff from her cigar. “Now, you strike me as a smart man, so consider this a courtesy rather than a warnin’: don’t go gettin’ any stupid ideas. You take that down payment and run, and I promise you, y’ain’t gonna make it very far. See, I got a hound who takes his job very seriously and he’s been beggin’ for me to take him huntin’. I’d hate to see you end up between his teeth. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good,” she says, already moving on to the stack of files piled on her desk. “Someone will contact you within the week.” There’s a beat of silence where Eli remains where he is, unsure if he’s been dismissed and too afraid to assume. She glances up at him after a moment and says, “The hell’re you still doin’ here.” Her jaw juts out to motion to the door. “Get.” 

With a nod, Eli hastily rises and shuffles to the door. He takes one last hesitant glance over his shoulder only to find the woman engrossed in whatever she’s reading. Quietly, he opens the door and shuts it behind him. He half expects the two men from before to throw a bag over his head again and drive him back to his cabin, but the hallway is empty. 

Exhaustion hits him like a ton of bricks and the siren song of booze and greasy bar food calls his name. He shuffles out into the bar, ducking and weaving between drunk patrons and wearily slides onto a barstool. “Whiskey, on the rocks,” he says when Mary May stops by to take his order. She pours him a glass and he spends the next hour or so nursing it before knocking the rest of it back in a single go. 

When he places the cash down on the bartop to pay, Mary May shakes her head. “You’re drinking on the Boss Lady’s tab tonight.” 

He blinks in shock. “That so?” he says slowly. Well, in that case, he might as well order something nice. “What’s her favorite?”

The corners of Mary May’s lips quirk into a smile and she pulls a laminated cocktail menu from underneath the bartop. Placing it down in front of him, there’s a drink called ‘Sazerac de La Roux’. Cognac, absinthe, a sugar cube, and two dashes of Peychaud’s Bitters.  

Eli considers for a moment, and then says, “I’ll take one of those.” 

#herald!syb might be a scumbag but mobster!syb is classy af <3 #my fic #r: the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorns #oc: deputy sybille la roux

[dezimaton]

misc exercises ✏️

found a pencil that feels nice to sketch with + playing with texture and SQUISH

#ocs #tive #gatorberus #artfight #sharp teeth #monster oc #monster art #the unlabelled two are my bbys #rest are pretty chars I saw in the artfight discord #char credits written on the pieces for AF/TH #dezart

[kismetmoon]

i just realised i never talked about it before, but here’s Ruth’s full form under her cloak :

[ID: a digital monochrome drawing of an original stylised Flatland character, Ruth, on an off-white background.

Ruth is a humanoid character who has dark grey with light grey patches, a round half-lidded eye with a point on the top and four bottom eyelashes, a rectangular body, thin limbs, a ‘dent’ on the lower half of her body and a short tail.

On the left, Ruth is standing and waving out her left arm while the other is at her side. She is absently staring to the right. There is an arrow in the middle, which leads to the other drawing of Ruth on the right. She is holding her cane in her right hand and looking down to some white bandages covering the dent in her torso.

End ID.]

it’s essentially the flatland equivalent of traumatic lumbar scoliosis. she’s been left with a sort of indentation that pushed back her lower torso and goes in her right side and out her left. because of this, it throws her balance off slightly when walking (and having a shorter tail than usual doesn’t help in this situation), hence she uses a cane when she needs to leave the house for food, errands, etc. the bandages are just to prevent her from scratching the healed scar bc it’s almost always itchy.

[ID: two digital drawings of an original stylised Flatland character, Ruth.

In the first photo, it is a close-up of Ruth’s dent as seen from the side. There is an orange line to highlight the scar left in her torso from the dent. There is orange hand-written text on the left that reads “scar”. The black text on the right reads “side view”. The background is off-white.

In the second photo, it is a black, colourless outline drawing of Ruth. She is looking down towards the scoliosis back brace on her torso, with her arms held up and away from her body. The background is white.

End ID.]

if she had gotten proper treatment she would have had a brace similar to this. however, her mother wasn’t willing to wait long enough for it to heal like this and hated the sight of it, so she lied to Ruth about there being no proper treatment - or even just pain relief help - available for her case.

there’s a more in-depth explanation of what happened to Ruth under the cut, but warnings for murder, assault, accidental murder, child neglect and disownment.

what i’m working with is that Ruth was waiting outside a shop with her mother while her father went inside to get something. an isosceles who came rushing out of the adjacent alleyway (who had just got into a heated argument ending in the other party being shattered) fled the scene so quickly that he ended up running straight into a tween Ruth on his way out of the alley. he was able to catch himself before he got sliced up, but ultimately left Ruth with her ‘dent’ and left himself with a nasty crack that nearly completely ran down the middle of his frame.

he would later on succumb to this injury, leaving Ruth feeling immense guilt for being involved in another’s death (even though it wasn’t ever her fault).

her parents (a square family, with Ruth being their only child) tried to have her lasting depression dealt with and this ‘dent’ straightened out. while it was considered that one of her sides could easily be pushed back in, it was nearly impossible to pull the indented side back out - so they had to leave it for ruth’s ‘survival’. her depression only worsened and she developed extreme isoscelesphobia (it is what you think it is).

it comes up to her 18th birthday and she’s suddenly kicked out of the house five days later as her mother doesn’t want their family name “tarnished with an irregular daughter” that she’d be “ashamed to marry off to a poor soul”. so Ruth is forced to leave, but fortunately her father (who had no say in the disowning, and whose hand was completely forced by his wife’s decision) had bought the small cottage in the woods as her 18th birthday present as a place for her to reside to prevent her from becoming completely homeless. (but this is sad because he was obviously in on the discussion of her getting abandoned and wanted to guarantee her some shelter before she left, so he knew to purchase a house…but he still didn’t warn her about her impending eviction or fight to keep her with the family).

she’s 25 now and has lived there ever since, and Liz moved in with her about six years ago.

#long post #flatland #oc #ruth galton #I FORGOT HER EYELASHES AGAIN #cba to fix it #i like to imagine that lines go through a sort of ‘incomplete metamorphosis’ during puberty #so it changes from a blunt and short child’s body to a sharp and long adult body #so as ruth’s frame was adjusting into an adult body the dent got adjusted along with it #cause she was like 11 or 12 at the time of this incident #completely off topic but i just tried the green monster #do not recommend #that shit sour af #kiwi lime and cucumber my ass #that’s straight green apple and toxic waste

[doodle-empress66]

Oh boy that crystal must smell terrible

#I thought it looked like a plug #but it did not click where he pulled it out from #Well it IS an Asmodeus crystal... #And painful since that thing is sharp AF #unhappy campers #vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss season 2 #helluva boss blitzo

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

This is a rarity for me, but thinking about tuggoffelees in the context of Misto being this immortal *something* who's been around for literally thousands of years, flitting from place to place (a wanderer, if you will), leaving cats behind - both willingly and unwillingly - getting to a point with Tugger where it’s a reluctance to leave him, even though he knows someday he must. 

And it’s the bittersweet feeling of the horrifying ideal of knowing and being *known*, being relieved that someone does even as he dissuades him from doing so, and paying the price that comes along with that (both in his case, and knowing that, eventually, he’s going to break Tugger’s heart and he...doesn’t want to do that).

#Mr. Mistoffelees #The Rum Tum Tugger #tuggoffelees #my headcanons #it's the 'you don't know what you're asking of me' - maybe i know exactly what i'm asking #it's the 'you ask these things - you may not like the answer' 'well let me be the judge of that' #it's the i see you - i *see* you #please don't do this i won't be able to let you go #it's the misto is serious af when he's not fucking about in standard trickster style #being seen right through like a piece of cellophane by a cat he'd massively underestimated #and being like ah...okay that one - i like that one #tugger seeming - on the surface - massively immature but proving himself sharp and emotionally complex #playing an equal game of mischief chess #also it's a flip on the usual old paradigm where misto was younger but it's like no not only is he older and more mature than tugger #he's like *hundreds of years older* than him and they're on equal playing ground #listen i very very rarely talk about tuggoffelees but when i *do* it's like this #which just means angst #hozier's it will come back but tuggoffelees

[flaming-dolph16]

Really muttered out loud "it's giving a bit of Shawn Christmas " about Nothing Wrong With Me. Anyway idk what else to put here other than it gave me many emotions at once and it's too late/early in the day to post deeper thoughts on it.

#natewantstobattle #nwtb #nathan sharp #nwtb music #nothing wrong with me #mood af fr