#meet the sharpes

[luckyluan]

Tomorrow!

[chameleonsallinvermillion]

Dear Diary,

Today I have acquired a new blorbo. It is, of course, a wretched little man with a somewhat twisted sense of honour. I put him in my blorbo basket and carried him home. Tomorrow I shall display him on the mantel when my friend comes for tea.

[inkpotsprite]

I've never seen someone so happy to have a flaming sword in their chest. Never change, Tim.

[hinamie]

i fear i can never date a man bc none of them will ever be makoto tachibana

[frownyalfred]

“You are way too pretty and smart for someone who gets kicked in the face every single night.”

Bruce swirled his Cab around, not looking up from his glass. The corner of his lip quirked slightly. “Sounds a little like jealousy to me.”

Lois audibly scoffed over her Chardonnay. “Please. I’m remarking on how unlikely it is.”

“You should know how tenacious…” Bruce trailed off and finally looked up, meeting her eyes, “…beauty and intelligence can be, despite the odds.”

“Your attempts at flattery disgust me,” Lois told him.

“Attempts?” Bruce asked, wounded.

“Is this how you talk to my husband?”

“Mhm,” Bruce downed the rest of his Cab, making a face. “We don’t usually talk.”

“Bruce.”

[bigfatbreak]

Other than Spike, Pinkie Pie is the first person Twilight is comfortable laughing around - Pinkie makes it her personal goal to widen that pool.

[luckyluan]

WIP: The King's Spatula- A Crossover Novel

1. Abandonment issues reign supreme

2. Self centered Abnormal girl steals

3. Summoned by old gods AGAIN

4. Make it right or make it missing

5. Help! My boyfriend is a unicorn!

6. I'm a spy turned housewife

7. My dad runs a space station

8. Wow, This artifacts really glows.

9. I can really stop time?

10. I study witchcraft at an HBCU

11. Sirens made me do it!

12. The gods are fighting!

13. Love? Does she have cookies?

14. Sneaky men eating sneaky snacks

15. My unicorn is making beignets!

This seemed like a really fun way to get vibes from wips and maybe get me out of a slump with writing OP for idea is @agirlandherquill but I grabbed it from @andagii-writes post

Rules: Summarize your WIP in 15 2 - 5 word bullet points.

WIP: Undecided on Name

@luckyluan @hagscribes @ephemeral-web @notcallherbirdie @venusfalls @glitched-dawn @scorpiothesaint

Tagged just Incase this seems fun for others to do.

[feyburner]

I loved LOVED a word, a look, will be enough. I’m obsessed with the way you write jason and tim. No pressure to answer this at all, but I was curious if you have a headcanon about how the missing spleen reveal eventually goes

Jay »

Good afternoon Timothy.

« tim

uh oh

Jay »

I just had a fascinating conversation with Doc thompson

Care to hazard a guess about what?

« tim

pollen season

Jay »

No.

« tim

bird flu

Jay »

Is there a reason you havent told anyone in your life that you dont have a fucking spleen?

« tim

okay first of all

i’m not sure why doc thompson felt the need to tell you my private medical information

pretty sure they have a rule about that

Jay »

It’s not her fault.

I mentioned that you got whammied with that stupid germ bomb from Typhoid Tony or whatever the fuck his name was

« tim

vik vyral

Jay »

And she got all serious and told me I should get you into the clinic asap, and I was like no he’s fine now, it was basically a 24 hour bug, and she was like no, theres no such thing as a 24 hour bug for him, he needs to come get his blood tested yesterday

And then she clearly realized I had no fucking clue what she was talking about and clammed up. Wouldn’t say a thing. Told me to ask you myself.

Jay »

The look she gave me when I said you slept it off and went back to work. Like I should know better. like I was letting you be careless and shit bc thats just how I am or something.

« tim

“letting” me?

Jay »

yeah. Letting you. I know you know what I mean

« tim

i’m not sure i do.

Jay »

When youre with someone you take care of them.

I dont pretend to know much about this shit but I know that.

I’m not talking about handcuffing you to the radiator. Im talking about knowing whats going on with you and knowing that sometimes you let shit slide that I wouldn’t. When it comes to you

You do that for me and the others all the time. Thats how it works.

« tim

doc thompson doesn’t know you’re “with” me

Jay »

If you think everyone doesn’t know exactly what’s going on then your detective skills need work

Jay »

Also, Jesus, Tim.

« tim

ok sorry, i didn’t mean the scare quotes part

but did you pause to consider maybe there’s a reason i haven’t told everyone other than whatever shortsighted masochistic bs you’re assuming

Jay »

I dont need you to tell everyone. I’m not asking you to write a report on it.

Just like. if there’s any other major medical shit can you maybe tell me

Before you fucking die of a sinus infection or whatever bc the asshole who lives with you didn’t know your immune system has the horsepower of a bicycle

« tim

did you know you curse more when you’re fronting like you’re not worried about me

Jay »

I’m actually not fronting! in this moment!

« tim

okay

well. i am sorry

that sounded sarcastic bc of who i am as a person

but it’s not. i mean it.

Jay »

Sorry for yelling at you

« tim

i dont wanna go into it over text but i’ll tell you tonight. okay?

about what happened.

also there’s nothing else. it’s just the spleen thing

ok?

Jay »

Okay.

« tim

well and the mango allergy

well. and i’m double jointed specifically bc i have joint-hypermobility syndrome

which is why im so flexible :)

but also why i dislocate things a lot :(

um and im mildly allergic to carrots, bananas, pineapples, and most legumes, but it’s fine they just make my tongue itch

i think that’s all

Jay »

Tim can you be honest with me for a second

« tim

yeah…

Jay »

Are you inbred

« tim

NSJDN/&2&jdj?!_£_??

Jay »

Like are you that type of rich person

You can tell me. We are not going to procreate so I dont mind either way

« tim

just scared the living shit out of an intern who had never seen me laugh before. i think she thought i was choking

jesus CHRIST

i will see you at home.

Jay »

You

didn’t answer the question….

[ihatebrainstorm]

Some Rogues Gallery AU Drift warmup sketches

Bonus:

[starryaike]

I'M ALIVE!!! Great God Grove is an awesome game go play it. Here's a Cobigail sketch

[vespidclan]

Unfortunately I must inform everyone that Stonepaw is turning 10 moons and has become a victim of no longer babie syndrome

[luckyluan]

CHAPTER 6.1

The gargantuan corolla of a mammoth rose loomed over the odd pair. The doctor pumped the unicorn’s chest with skilled hands. His voice swaddled in tears; the flora responded to Livingston’s thoughts. The rose’s root system created a small dais upon which Oswin rested. Each of his labored breaths was a rattling wheeze and copper blood poured from his nose. The corners of his void eyes wept with the same bronze tears while his cracked Black lips spoiled in uneven, milky white patches. Oswin’s infinite skin gave his unique blood a venomous gleam as his lifeforce leaked from every orifice of his magnificent body. 

He shook Oswin’s shoulder then tapped his cheeks with the back of his hand before he cocked his right hand back and slapped him hard across the face. Livingston muttered his apologies. Green stems coiled underneath him in response and pushed him closer to the table. They sprouted tiny, shimmering bronze bulb which opened around glowing pistils. 

“Check his pulse, Liv. You’re a doctor!” 

He scolded himself. He touched two fingers to Oswin’s neck and the faint throb of blood pumped against his fingertips. Livingston breathed out a deep sigh and shifted to his knees. 

“Subject over five hundred years old. Hybrid species? Aconite poisoning. Quantity undetermined. Potency, however, is at its max as the aconite was infused with several medical grade chemicals. Symptoms are blood hemorrhage, unconsciousness, and irregular heartbeat. The aconite cannot be working alone. It must be reacting to something!” 

Livingston rubbed his palms together and a ginger aura enveloped his hands. He moved them along Oswin’s body and, as he passed his shaking hands across the unicorn’s broad chest, his stomach turned. A metallic taste coasted his tongue. Doctor Crane touched deftly at his chest and a sharp pain gripped his flank. 

“Pariche venom!” Livingston cried. “Not just wolfsbane, but a venom! Okay, think! The Pariche is a nocturnal arachnid whose venom targets the nervous system. Combine that with the aconite fibers and we have a the most potent toxin in the Abnormal world. No need for that, right?” 

Livingston laughs as he rechecks Oswin’s vitals. The unicorn’s breathing slowed to an imperceptible huff and the doctor rubbed his temples. 

“I injected him with a sample of trial forty-seven which contains metallic honey, Dragon’s Blood, Asper’s Cashmere, a neutralized aconite extract and twenty-seven milligrams of Euphorium!” 

Livingston dashed into his laboratory and frantically rummaged through a small refrigerator until he found a beaker stoppered with a spherical stone cork. The liquid inside, and its thick fibers, clung to the neck of its container. The beige concoction hung like a spiderweb. He jammed the beaker into his lab coat pocket and spun around to the luxuriant belladonna plant. 

Its bruised violet blooms opened and closed when it grumbled at him. Livingston’s narrow laboratory vibrated with the acidic echoes of the voluminous plant's primal tones. 

“Bella, love, I need some bulbs. Please.” cooed Livingston. “I need your help to save my—my friend.” 

Belladonna softened. Thin green stalks dipped into his cupped hands and sprouted spiraling double-sided bulbs in decadent aubergine and glowing white hues. The soft, snowy floweret sizzled in his ungloved hand. Livington used the hem of his shirt as a napkin between the acidulous flower and his skin. The violet bloom, however, cozied up again his shaking thumb. 

“I owe you one, Bella!” The doctor exclaimed!  

He yanked the mortar and pestle from its perch on a high shelf and raced back to Oswin’s side where the unicorn thrashed wildly. Livingston instructed a set of creeper plants to hold Oswin in place and they slid over his muscles. They hugged him tightly around the middle and Oswin’s writhing body stilled. 

Livingston dumped all the ingredients into this stone bowl and pushed his weight against the handle until the bulbs turned to pulp.  

“Perhaps if I make a universal antibody, it’ll catch whatever venom this is on a molecular level. These herbs should intersect the toxin. I just need a carrier with a serious kick!” He mused. 

A lengthy, long-stemmed plant budded to an appetizing green under his nose. Tiny chutes sprouted at oblong angles and produced a crop of dome-shaped petals with thick antennae jutting from its center. The petals quickly matured to brilliant white and crimson tones. The bulb snapped from the stem and careened into Livingston’s bowl. 

“Perfect!” Livingston called. “Enchanter’s Herb is just what I needed! 

He crushed the plants until a dark liquid swirled in the stone basin. The pungent odor reached his nose long before the heady pink steam curled from the antidote. Livingston thrust the bowl to Oswin’s quivering lips and his body seized as the simmering elixir passed down his throat. His body relaxed and his everchanging eyes open. His emerald, green gaze found Livingston as he sat up and he coughed as the last of the antidote passed into his system. 

“Gods, that’s terrible.” Oswin winced. “Next time let me die. Ugh, magic be damned.” 

“That was science, Oswin.” Livingston said. “And I’m sure you’ve had worse. 

Oswin squeezed his hand and Livingston blanched. He was unsure when he laced his shaking fingers through Oswin’s cold grip, but he withdrew it and let his shaking hand fall to his side. 

“I am grateful for you...and your science.” Oswin said. “It, and you, saved my lives.” 

“Lives?” Livingston questioned. “Whatever. I’m happy you’re alive.” 

“As am I.” Oswin laughed. “I owe you a great deal, Doctor. It was your voice which held me to this existence even in the presence of the God Black. I will not forget what you have done for me, Doctor Crane.” 

“Call me Livingston.” 

[hauntedfawnn]

ILL NEVER HAVE DREW STARKEY’S BIG HANDS ON ME MOODBOARD!!!!!

[thekenobee]

Sharpe + Incorrect Quotes (Part 5)

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

“Helen…You pushed me down the stairs!”

⚠️SLIGHT FLASH WARNING⚠️

Got back from NYC two weeks ago, but while I was there I got the chance to see the incredible cast of Death Becomes Her at work and let me just say- wow. I went in knowing little to nothing, laughed so hard my sides hurt, cried, and left with a new musical in my top three of all time (something that hasn’t happened since Gatsby last year and IS NOT an easy feat) Ofc, the moment I had time to sit down and work I knew I just HAD to do something for this incredible show. And, as my followers know, when I like something, I go full out with making stuff for it. So, behold the work of two weeks now put into one 17 second clip of one of my favorite moments and line deliveries from the show.

If you haven’t already, listen to Death Becomes Her. Literally everyone in the cast is so incredibly talented. The baby theater major in me cannot comprehend that these are the people who at one point were in my shoes.

DO NOT steal or repost my work without giving credit

Until We Meet Again!!! 💜💜💜

[elmonstro]

HELLO FELLOW BIGBANG PROCRASTINATOR. I SURELY AM NOT ALSO PROCRASTINATING. Good thing our partners for it will NEVER find out;)))))

ummmm <3 maybe percy for 1? or haha a rodimus for 7? :3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!! Hope you have an awesome dayyy!

SHHHH don't let them hear!! I had to stop procrastinating lmao but here they are, you can have both <3 as a treat

From this expressions challenge, I'm still open to requests but might take a while

Bonus sketch for u