#sharp ends

[jruthphipps]

Finished Sharp Ends by Joe Abercrombie this evening. Thoroughly enjoyed it, it's such a Joe Abercrombie book. I especially recommend it for fans of The First Law trilogy.

I expected a collection of random unrelated tales but of course connections and narratives run through the short stories that make up this book. Further links are made with First Law characters. The stories will make decent enough sense to new readers but there's so much more meaning to seemingly small actions and characters that you sometimes only briefly interact with.

#joe abercrombie #sharp ends #the first law #joe abercrombie books #finished reading #book #books

[firstlawincorrectquotes]

Logen: Didn’t your brother teach you anything?

Shivers: He taught me to survive.

Logen: Well they do say, “Those who can’t do… teach.”

#the first law #joe abercrombie #tflicq #logen ninefingers #caul shivers #sharp ends

[random-jot]

#polls #tumblr polls #the first law #joe abercrombie #the first law series #the blade itself #before they are hanged #last argument of kings #best served cold #the heroes #red country #sharp ends #a little hatred #the trouble with peace #the wisdom of crowds #logen ninefingers #jezal dan luthar #monza murcatto #ferro maljinn #sand dan glokta #Lord bayaz

[nocontextfirstlawtrilogy]

"Who the hell are you?" demanded the spoon-thief.

~ Best Served Cold, Joe Abercrombie

#the first law #joe abercrombie #first law ooc #first law out of context #tflooc #out of context #the first law trilogy #the great leveller trilogy #the age of madness trilogy #the blade itself #before they are hanged #last argument of kings #best served cold #the heroes #red country #sharp ends #a little hatred #the trouble with peace #submission

[xserpx]

Ace Rep: Friendly from The First Law by Joe Abercrombie

Friendly wished they would shut their mouths so he could listen to Day’s counting. His cock was aching hard from listening to it. ‘One hundred and twelve . . . one hundred and thirteen . . .’ He let his eyes close, let his head fall back against the wall, one finger moving back and forth in time. ‘One hundred and eighty-two . . . one hundred and eighty-three . . .’

I know Friendly kinda fills the "autistic ace" stereotype (not that that's necessarily a bad thing), but something I love about Friendly is how his experience of sexuality actually feels nuanced beyond just "he has no concept of sex". Friendly's sex drive is explicitly shown to be separate from his attraction, which is something I don't think I've ever seen depicted anywhere else so sympathetically. Friendly, for all his violence, is a pretty likeable character by First Law standards, he's competent and badass and a good person when he isn't employed not to be. If you've only read Best Served Cold (2nd quote), I think you'd be forgiven for thinking he was attracted to women, but in Sharp Ends: Tough Times All Over (1st quote), it's clear he has the same lack of attraction to men and women, and so it's the numbers that he finds sexy, not Day herself. He relates to the world through his special interest, as we see in his POV, where he's always counting and finding meaning in the numbers, so it makes sense that he would also sometimes find sexual pleasure in numbers too. I really love that about him!

#the first law #joe abercrombie #friendly #sharp ends #best served cold #asexual #ace rep #asexuality #pride month

[inquisitor-edgelord]

"His ego was so powerful it shone from him like a strange light, distorting the personalities of everyone around him at least halfway into being bastards themselves."

#salem rews #sand dan glokta #glokta #the first law #sharp ends #joe abercrombie

[rocketbirdie]

hitboxes

#not pictured: plesioth's hip check extending out of bounds. #plessie is the least horrible one here and that's REALLY saying something. #no but seriously. why tf is kirin's ass end made out of solid stainless steel like a kitchen countertop. #bouncing off of it with WHITE SHARPNESS IN LOW RANK?????? #i mean wtf. #my art <3 #monster hunter #monhun #mh

[shitpostingkats]

Establishing that Minamimoto doesn’t like meat is the bravest thing the twewy sequel could do. This man has FANGS, he is a LION, and he wants his pink stawberry boba or else he will pitch a fit.

#imagine youre a cashier at mcdonalds and this six foot tall goth with way too sharp teeth walks in #glumly chaparoning a horde of bubbly teenagers #who place their order and then at the last moment ask this spectre of death what he wants to eat #and the posturing shadow of the underworld glumy raises its head and responds #’double choccy chip cookie’ #twewy #ntwewy #the world ends with you #neo the world ends with you #neo twewy #sho minamimoto

[hoezier]

There's something at the tip of my tongue about the parallels between Jackie and Wilson and Who We Are

How the narrator of Jackie and Wilson wants to run away with a woman that he's carved out of his imagination based on a brief interaction. How they would try the world, but good god it wasn't for them. So they run away from it into a fantasy world where they live by their own rules.

And then comes the narrator of Who We Are, who dreamt his whole life of finding someone who would hold him like water or like a knife, only to find that running away from the world will only get them so far, since "the hardest part is who we are". And only to find out that the "phantom life" he's fantasized about is actually just that: a phantom. And its absence sharpens like a knife

#hozier #sahar stfu about hozier #I'm aware that on the surface these songs are not really about the same thing #but there's something about the way that j&w narrator craves the fantasy he speaks of #that reminds me so much of the voice of Who We Are who thinks he realizes the fantasy only to watch it become a nightmare #and the contrast between the dream-fuelled lyrics of J&W that evoke daring adventures on the wide opened desert #and the sharp concise biting lyrics of who we are sung in tired resignation #and followed by near-wailing at the end #that just sticks out to me so much #it's like the whole of Unreal Unearth is just a sequence of the various voices of the self-titled album coming back #sometimes disillusioned #sometimes exhausted #sometimes resigned #sometimes wise #sometimes at peeace #sometime enraged #to sing about their most bitter disappointments and the harshest lessons they've learned over the years #and I can't stop thinking about it

[robiinurheart33]

CHAPTER 22 SPOILERS FOR THE NEON VOID‼️‼️

Haha wdym no I didn’t read the chapter almost one month after it came out wdym that’s crazy haha

ANYWAYS NEON VOID BRAINROT ANYONE?? As usual a magnificent read what can I say @sugarpasteltmnt is SO SO talented after I read this chapter I stared off into space for like a solid minute before laughing hysterically like Leo because MY GOD the adrenaline rush is so real. What compliment can I say that hasn’t been said about this fic. It gives me such goosebumps and the action sequences are just. Muah. Breathtaking. I cannot wait to read the next chapter and keep up the good work!! /lh /all pos

#my art #PLEASE TAKE UR TIME W THE NEXT CHAPTER #idw you to get burned out or anything #ur heath is the most important! #sorry this isn’t a full fledged drawing #I just read the newest chapter and completely blanked out #suddenly it’s 2am and the excited jitters in my brain finally calmed down #ur writing is like eating sour candy with a sweet aftertaste #SO GOOD #also is it weird that I have headcanons about ur fic?? #hope it isn’t #but I like to imagine when Leo gets spastic his Krang eye goes haywire and shoots all over the place #same goes for his krang parts like it squirms and wriggles underneath the skin #Or when Leo is bored the sharp end of his tail will poke the ground rhythmically #HOPE YOU LIKE THE ART #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rotten #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #The Neon Void #The Neon Void TMNT #TNV TMNT

[adobe-outdesign]

now that we're approaching Festival of Neggs time on Neopets again remember that year when the entire thing spiraled into an event where we were introduced to a red Poogle named Rutu who was guarding a mysterious artifact

which wouldn't be particularly notable except the entire thing ended with us finding her corpse, still guarding the same artifact

"Happy springtime! here's a dead body btw"

#neopets #neotag #rutu #poogle #outdesign posts things #also appreciate that they remembered that poogles canonically have razor sharp teeth #the actual ending to this event with the battledome element was disappointing which is a shame because the setup was great #the negg daily still gives out red poogle morphing potions just as a little gutpunch if you remember this event

[smolvenger]

The Child Called Sharpe (Thomas Sharpe x fem! Reader Blurb)

Summary: You and Thomas Sharpe welcome your first baby and his second, as Thomas himself faces his own demons regarding his past.

Word Count: 1K (er...blurb or short oneshot, whatever)

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy and childbirth, but nothing graphic. In this version, though I try to have a more nuanced take on Lucille, In this fic I choose to portray the Lucille/Thomas relationship as nonconsensual, pedophilic, and abusive so if you don't like that don't read this, so mentions of sexual abuse, death, illness, blood with some of the canon events of Crimson Peak. But it becomes a lot of tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N: I can't please everyone with Crimson Peak on the is Lucille good or bad vrs. is Thomas good or bad discourse, so why bother trying anymore. I just wanna write my stuff. From @holdmytesseract's request!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Taglist: @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr

Love for him meant creation. It brought out Thomas’s gift of invention tenfold- for love itself was creation. For the first time in his life, an act of love brought out the child’s creation. So it was natural for Thomas to spend hours inventing more for this little child on their way.

That is, his second child. For he had a child, once, and lost that child, once. 

Yes, it was a child conceived from control rather than consent…but it was still a child in need of care. A hungry baby- a human life crying for milk, and burning with fever. A child “born wrong.” A child Enola swore to fight to keep alive. 

And a child that despite everything died anyway. As did Enola. 

Despite Lucille’s cruelty, he did pity her grief for that child- For it was his grief as well.

Lucille caught ill and died not long after. He at least made sure she died comfortably. Warm beneath blankets on a soft bed. Assured her she was loved and kissed her cheek as she took her last breath.

It was complicated, his feelings about his late sister. He never could decide one thing about her. For everything was true- there was both in her. Lucille, both cruel and misunderstood, powerful and pitiful, villain and victim.

Though he never once forced himself on anyone or took advantage of a child as she did to him…

And yet…

He was still guilty of scheming, of blood, of darkness as she was. Of the invention that he wanted to be funded, that he bought at the price of three women’s lives… 

But… assaulting him when he was little? Using his innocence until when he was grown he knew no other but her? You would tell him that even if the murders were understandable, she did cross a line in that regard.

He still didn’t know if the woman who at once was his partner, his equal, his sister as well as his jailer, his predator, his molester was deserving of it. 

Or not. 

Or both.

Yet, all of that darkness and blood was now in the past. Here you were his current wife. A wife who would never take advantage of him. A wife who listened and respected when he said “no.” A wife who wouldn’t push him. Wouldn’t manipulate him. Wouldn’t control him. A wife who forgave him and saw he was now trying to do right with his life, and his choices and would be there to support him.

 Your pregnancy was poignant.  A reminder that he had a new life now- and a life that was about to expand as your stomach did each month.  A new life was about to come forth literally and figuratively for him. 

In the corner of his workshop in a special box were toys he made once. Toys were made for the first child who died. 

He never prayed, but he did now to whoever listened. For once, those toys would know being loved, being played, and for a baby’s laughter and delight and adoration. They wouldn’t rust from age, but with use. To be worn not with dust, but with love.

He brought out the box one morning and set it in the nursery of his new house. A simpler house compared to Allerdale Hall’s Majesty. Smaller and brighter, made of cherrywood and over earth rather than clay. But cheerful, the warmth bursting in every room.

The toys were cleaned and set ready in that nursery corner. You squeezed his hand after he did so.

When making sure you were comfortable, or when you slept or napped, away he would be in his workshop. He had a special toy shop now next to the house. So in his downtime, he would be found creating little toys that a child of any sex would love. A little teddy bear that twirled on top of a drum. A little cat that lifted to lick its little paw next to a puppy that wagged its tail. 

But…what else would a baby need!? His mind was reeling. It had been too long…

Of course! A place to sleep! You had insisted the old wooden rocker would work…but he still had that itching, the gears in his mind whirring faster than any clay mine.

He took a few weeks to study the designs and then set right to work. He stayed up late, rolling up his sleeves. Working on one where if you pressed a small pedal, it would rock gently, oh so gently, as to not stir a baby to more wailing, but only to sleep.

So when he discovered that Lady Sharpe’s water broke, he insisted on staying by you.

“Thomas! But…husbands don’t..don’t usually stay!” you cried. You clutched his hand as he led you to the bed.

Lucille would urge him to leave when it was time to put a cleaver into one of the wives.

For once, he would look at the blood and the bodily innards spilling from his wife and not turn away.

He shook his head, though his hand was still in yours.

“No- My dear, all of my life, I closed my eyes and ran away. I didn’t look when things happened. Not this time- after I get the midwife, I am staying with you. I will not run away for once. I’m going to stay with my wife and keep my eyes open, no matter what I see. I love you- and for once, I am not leaving.” I will not leave you alone to deal with it now.

You grabbed him and kissed his cheek. Then he ran and fetched the midwife. He held to his word and stayed.

Labor is always long. Labor is always primal. But he waited there. Squeezing your hand, cooling your head for every painful cry and push. 

Then, after the long hours, though he was a man used to blood he turned pale… Then at last there was a cry.

The midwives smiled, bringing out a little baby in their blaket. Declaring, “It’s a girl!”

You let out a smile and then a laugh of relief. Thomas kissed your hand, then looked at her. His blue eyes brimmed with tears, but for once in his life they were happy ones.

The little girl was brought out in her blanket, needing her mother’s touch- being so new to this cold world and wanting the soft embrace of knowing she was loved now that she was here.

“Look at her…look at her- our baby! Our daughter! Oh!” you cried, a mess of crying, swear, and relief—the pain of the last several hours was forgotten for the tiny baby.

“I never could imagine it,” he agreed, he pecked her tiny forehead.

Once she had settled down, you handed her over to Thomas. The warm, living bundle in his arms. Yes, her cry was loud and bright…but it only signaled that she was alive.. He had never known such joy without confinement, without limits.

The midwives and nurses were paid and thanked. They left, but though it was a long day his Daedelian mind was eager to share his gift.

As you sat in the bed after a while, Thomas got up.

“I have a gift now. For her,” he announced.

Setting you in the wheelchair for rest, he led you to the nursery. The little girl in your arms. Inside the little pastel room there was something in the middle that was tall beneath a blanket.

Thomas walked forward and slipped the blanket off. You let out a gasp.

Beneath was the cradle Thomas made. It was stunningly beautiful- a little pedal that when he stepped on it, would make it rock. Over the bed was a music box on the side that trinkled a lullabye. Stars and a crescent moon dangled were placed to spin over the babies head where she would be placed.

You gasped, seeing how ornate it was. Every bit made with love. As you got up and placed her inside, she opened her little eyes and cooed. You made a little gasp as she took in the sight- her parents and her special gift. Music, rocking, and the stars and moon to dance above her.

To think, after all he had seen, experienced, and done…that he would come to know this moment. Here it was…and he didn’t feel worthy of it.

What when she was older? His own father was a monster. And for a while, fatherhood was linked to such things…

“I only hope I shall be a good father for that little girl…” Thomas wondered..

“You already are,” you assured him. You wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek.

That night, you were set to sleep after the exhaustion of delivery and elation of the baby. Thomas offered to be there in the nursery. For she was crying through that night, as any baby. Not that she was hungry, as he found out, she just needed warmth.

He got her out of the lovely cradle and went to the rocking chair. He wanted to hold her, feel her close. Her warmth and beating heart and life. 

His most precious creation of all…and the one that would survive. He knew she would.

“I promise you, my little love…” Thomas told the baby. “You will not know of attics. Of cold and punishments. Of plotting and murders. Of blood and cruelty…”

He kissed the top of her head.

“No- you will be Protected. Wanted…and loved.”

He would do everything so that his daughter would never have to suffer as he did.

#thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe x female reader #crimson peak fanfic #crimson peak fanfiction #sir thomas sharpe #sir thomas sharpe x reader #sir thomas sharpe x y/n #sir thomas sharpe x fem! y/n #tom hiddleston characters #angst with a happy ending #crimson peak #crimson peak fanfics #fanfiction #tom hiddleston

[nocontextfirstlawtrilogy]

He squatted beside a stricken chair, latest casualty in his war against furniture.

~ The Heroes

#the first law #joe abercrombie #first law ooc #first law out of context #tflooc #out of context #the first law trilogy #the great leveller trilogy #the age of madness trilogy #the blade itself #before they are hanged #last argument of kings #best served cold #the heroes #red country #sharp ends #a little hatred #the trouble with peace #submission

[xserpx]

Enjoyed the Abercrombieness of Mason's Rats, especially having read the original Neal Ascher short story you can see Abercrombie's humour and characterisation all over the LDR version. I got Yesterday Near A Village Called Barden vibes from it, and now I want that short story animated. It would suit LDR beautifully.

#love death and robots #mason's rats #joe abercrombie #the first law #yesterday near a village called barden #can you imagine?! #i guess there's less robots #but there's a sprinkle of love and a whole lot of death #sharp ends #bremer dan gorst

[cloudyydraws]

did the evil art style challenge with the kagamines!!

+brainstorming and sketches under cut

sorry oomf i ignored the "dont draw women" rule i couldnt resist

friends also regulated me to plain black lineart with no variety :(((( RIP FOR THE SKETCH I LIKED IT A LOT

#i tried to keep the other one as simple as possible while still having fun with it #so i went kinda cartoony while trying to be sharp while keeping a little bit of me in it #oomf told me to go dark and bold and it ended up working pretty well!! #might try this style again tbh but with stuff that i usually do!! a combination perhaps;;; #i do not draw len enough so pls disregard how he looks rn his hair is a clusterfuck rn i cant do it lmao #kagamine rin #kagamine len #rin kagamine #len kagamine #vocaloid #vocaloid art #fanart #art #cloudy draws #my art #vocal synth #kagamine twins #evil art style challenge #rin and len #vocaloid fanart

[prairiegh0st]

Crimson Enclosure

#own art #sharp teeth #Toby Barlow #fan art #illustration #digital art #werewolf #lycanthrope #I rarely do fan art of any kind but this book always blows me away when I read it again #not a particular scene #I imagine this after the book ends