#Quincy sharp

[imsparky2002]

DC & Marvel AU: Teachers

DC

Caline Bustier: Hugo Strange

Olga Mendeliev: Chief (The One in the Wheelchair)

Alonzo Grotke: Black Lightning

Dahlia Winters: Crazy Quilt

Principal Denis Damocles: Warden Sharp

Marvel

Caline Bustier: Medusa

Olga Mendeliev: Hank Pym

Alonzo Grotke: Blade

Dahlia Winters: Chameleon

Principal Denis Damocles: Thunderbolt Ross

Lemme know what you think in reblogs and comments. Names will come soon. @artzychic27 @msweebyness @nerd-chocolate

[crybabycinna]

Pt 29 this is correct and no I will not take criticism

*Anarky and Lucy visiting their parents in the Asylum*

Anarky: *sitting with Harley* hi mom!

Harley: hi my baby! How are you my sweet boy?

Lucy: hi daddy

Joker: YOU ARENT MY DAUGHTER I HAVE ONE CHILD! WHERES MY SON?!

Anarky: IM NOT YOUR SON

Joker: Anarky my boy!

Anarky: ILL KILL YOU

Lucy: you are my dad! You’re my dad! Boogie woogie!

Joker: no!

Harley: SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER

Joker: THAT THING ISNT MINE

Anarky: SHE IS YOURS! IM NOT YOURS!

*bonus*

Anarky & Lucy: *broke into Ivy’s cell* hi mama Ivy!

Ivy: hi babies!

Quincy: GET THEM OUT!

*extra bonus*

Red hood: *dragging Lucy out of Arkham* I’m getting real tired of picking you up you know

[lazaruspiss]

Arkham Asylum - Character Trophies

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Someone should get BTAS Ferris Boyle, BTAS Lock Up, The Batman 2004 Julie, fucking Tarantula, Unburied Arnold Flass and Quincy Sharp from the Arkham games, put them all in the same room and them BOMB the room.

[straightouttablackgate]

[danthepest]

Character trophies of Warden Joseph, the Jokerfied bank manager, Quincy Sharp, Vicki Vale, political prisoners, Fiona Wilson, the medical team, paramedics, firefighters, civilians, Sharon Jones & a couple of taxis from Arkham Origins, Arkham Asylum, Arkham City and Arkham Knight

[mystery-of-arkham-asylum]

Hello Mystery, may I ask if there are any news from Arkham? Exciting, unsettling, uneventful - I'd be interested to hear whatever you'd share. All the best for your journey through 2023 (and yours as well, dear informant behind the blog 🍀). ~ Moon

Hello there Moon. You're in luck as I've just been informed about things at Arkham.

The doctor that vanished when Jervis escaped is still missing.

Got some new guards that are acting cocky. Neville says Cash is looking forward to taking them down a peg or two.

Joker has been sent to solitary yet again.

Harvey seems to just be going with the flow.

Sharp didn't get the promotion he was after and is now really grumpy.

Apparently the Rogue's Gallery has had food that actually looks like food for a while now.

Edward is in deep thought a lot of the time. Probably planning something.

[blackmensuited]

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

𝕺𝕮 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 • 𝔇𝔞𝔶 2: 𝔐𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

⤷ There are tons of ways we think we can communicate with those beyond our realm such as Tarot Cards, Oujia Boards, Prayer, EMFs, or even through other people with otherworldly powers. Which method would your oc use? Or maybe they are the communication tool?

In which the next generation of team legends find a haunted oujia board and accidentally wreak havoc on the Waverider… because of course they do.

[anxious-black-hottie]

[thelampisaflashlight]

I've been trying to figure out how I wanted to make Quincy learn that Mountain, and, like, all of the other ghouls aren't human, and ultimately went, "Haha, what if I use the book for something other than what I originally planned for it and made Quincy start seeing shit because now he knows the 'truth'?"

And it's just like:

The feeling when you find out bestie is a beast beyond your mortal comprehension after staying after hours to translate a copy of the diary of a mad monk who created the strange mosaic of Hell you walk over every day.

Of course, in true Quincy fashion, he's gonna find some way to adjust to the fact that the very normal, squishy human he's known this whole time is actually a demon in disquise.

Oh, yeah, and also demons are real.

Yeah.

The uncensored sketch version of Mounty's head below the cut.

All told he's not that bad compared to other monsters I've drawn in the past.

I've said it before, but drawing monsters is more my thing than drawing people, because you have a lot more freedom with shapes.

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[mutalieju]

TBH the character who probably ends up being sidelined the hardest in the arkham games is quincy sharp once the developers (i assume) could use established characters in plotlines that'd have actual consequences... RIP mr sharp at least you got to go via a fucked up homoerotic mindfuckery suicide

[crybabycinna]

Pt 26 this is correct and no I will not take criticism

Lucy: *breaking into Arkham Asylum*

Quincy Sharp: FIND THE CHILD

Lucy: *finds her dad sitting in a cafeteria * OH MY GOD HI DAD

Joker: STOP TELLING PEOPLE IM YOUR DAD

Lucy: YOU ARE MY DAD! YOURE MY DAD! Boogie woogie!

Penguin: you can’t deny the kid she looks just like you

Lucy: DONT DISRESPECT ME!

Selina: oh thank god someone is here to get me

Lucy:….I’m not here for you

Selina: excuse me?

Lucy: yeah my bad but I’m sure Bats will be here shortly…I think…

Anarky: *running into the cafeteria* I GOT THE SNOW CONES LETS FUCKING GO

Lucy: FUCK YEAH!

*bonus*

Spoiler: you know you gotta go back right?

Lucy: if I offer you a snow cone you’ll let us go?

Spoiler: was it made by Mr freeze?

Lucy: yes

Spoiler:….deal!

Batman: STEPHANIE!

Spoiler: RUN!

*extra bonus*

Orphan: *tied up Spoiler, Lucy and Anarky*

Lucy: this is bullshit

[lazaruspiss]

Showtime

Page One

“Live in 10, Vicki,” her cameraman said.

They had the steps to themselves. Huddles of reporters looked at her enviously over the police cordon. It was a technicality, really. But as a material witness to Sharp’s crimes she’d given evidence at the courthouse that morning. She’d been impossible to get rid of, after that.

Showtime.

“Good evening Gotham, I’m Vicki Vale. Behind me stands Solomon Wayne Court House. Once part of Arkham City, today the venue in which former Mayor Quincy Sharp was acquitted of his participation in that conspiracy.”

Page Two

“I am vindicated!” Sharp screamed, bursting out of the courthouse and into a bombardment of camera flashes. It was Vicki he honed in on, despite his lawyer’s protests.

“Pleased with the not guilty verdict, Quincy?” Vale asked. Her voice level; calm reporter tones.

“Oh I’m guilty!” Sharp spluttered. “Of maintaining order! Punishing the guilty! Weaning this thankless city off its reliance on vigilante justice!”

“What about funneling weapons into Arkham City?” Vale asked, an edge to her voice now. “Weapons like the rocket launcher that killed my helicopter pilot and friend.”

Page Three

“Unthinkable,” Sharp said. “Which is precisely why I was acquitted on that and all other charges. Your journalistic objectivity has been compromised by trauma, Miss Vale.”

“Are you sure, Quincy?” Vale asked, handing him a sheet of paper. “Because it looks like your signature on this requisition order.”

Sharp froze. The cameras kept flashing. She should have said it in court. But it was her scoop, after all.

[mollypaup]

Bluff City my beloved

[inmensapotentia]

While it wasn't an all the time thing, it was at least once or twice a month that Doctor Ishida found his way to Inferno. While the club was on the supposedly bad side of town, Ryuuken really couldn't give less of a damn about that fact. Finding a place to park, he turned off his car and tapped a cigarette from it's pack. While a joint would have been more enjoyable, the doctor had also agreed to the rules of the Inferno before he ever got past the front desk and was one who wouldn't go back on his word.

Locking the door as he stepped out of the car, he rested his hand atop the vehicle as if just taking a moment to steady himself. In reality, he had carefully pulled the thinnest possible layer of reishi and formed it much like a blanket over his car. Not visible to those without gifts, but something no human could dispel. Of any fancy cars parked in this area, his was certainly the safest as he headed into the club.

Finishing his cigarette just before he reached the door, he blew out the rest of the smoke and headed inside. He really wasn't the most friendly person, but by this point the door guards recognized him and let him go with a simple nod after he scanned his keychain to show he'd paid his dues. Moving deeper into the club after dropping his things in one of the lockers, that key tucked in a pocket, the silver haired man wandered about glancing over the other patrons and what was happening. Eventually he settled himself in one of the rooms with multiple raised daises, watching those who went up with their partners.

He knew he was an unattached dom which made many afraid to approach him, but watching was still better than just going home. Without thinking about it, he had started to mutter, the world barely audible as he critiqued one of the doms' technique, disliking how obvious it was his sub was no longer enjoying themselves. Ignoring the woman he'd sat by, he stood when another strike came forward after he watched the bound woman's lips move. Audible or not, after all the dom was much closer to her, her expression alone told him she was done and he was quick to move across the room; though not with his hirenkyaku.

Taking the strike to his own arm, purposefully keeping his vene blut from activating, Ryuuken all but snatched the whip from the supposed dom before him. "I suggest learning to read body language if you're going to ignore their safewords." His words were sharp, but his attention had already moved onto the bound woman, working at letting her lose. "You're safe. Find granny, she'll help with the come down and get you home safely."

The old woman, at least for a human as she was in her sixties, had run the club for decades and was one of only a handful who could access the records for things such as client addresses. And when one of the dungeon guards approached, the woman left with them leaving him to return to the seat he'd previously taken residence on, still only vaguely aware of the woman sitting next to him when he dropped into the seat.