#sto tag

[tarrevizsla]

sometimes i put all 2 of my braincells together and design new romulan uniforms

[stupidphototricks]

Susan Sto Helit Death being an iconic teacher and mostly-human superhero in Thief of Time.

"Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do." -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

Susan did not waste breath saying things like "That's impossible" at a time like this. Only people who believed that they lived in the real world said things like that. -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

"But that's far too difficult for seven-year-olds!" "Yes, but I didn't tell them that and so far they haven't found out," said Susan. -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

"There is practically no limit to the things I find normal." -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

Some people fade into the background. Miss Susan faded into the foreground. She stood out. Everything she stood in front of became nothing more than background. -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

"But I thought they were a superstition!" "No, they're a substition, said Susan. "I mean they're real, but hardly anyone really believes in them. Mostly everyone believes in things that aren't real." -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

She smiled. "Look on the bright side," she added. "We're young, we've got all the time in the world..." She swung the wrench onto her shoulder. "Let's go clubbing." -- Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

[ripeteeth]

Character Design: Susan Sto Helit

[affogonellamarmellata]

me lo chiedono in tanti se sono più brat o più demure

[asthe-crow-flies]

Death is Participating in a Human Activity! he is having a Family Bonding Experience!

[ID: the barbie mugshot meme with susan sto helit and death from discworld. susan is facing the camera and looking vaguely irritated. she is wearing a black cloak with the hood down, with the bodice of her dress visible underneath. her hair is up in a bun, and she has three faint white lines across her cheek. she is holding a sign. in the upper left corner it says “AMCW” and in the middle it says “Susan Sto Helit”. death is posing sideways with his head turned to face the camera. the jaw of his skull is slightly open in the imitation of a smile. he is wearing black robes with the hood up and holding a sign at a slight angle. in the upper left corner it says “AMCW” and in the middle it says “and death” in all caps. end ID.]

inspired by @offonaherosjourney’s post

also click for quality tumblr totally murdered it

[kateksmallcuteowl]

Yeiii! I finally finished the challenge! Young Havelock filling the last free place. (More under the cut)

Thanks, everyone who made a request and watched the template to be filled! It was a pleasant and interesting experience to draw new characters in different situations. It's fascinating how unexpectedly easy it was to make the pictures "communicate". I just didn’t want to merely fill the squares. /But, frankly speaking, the hardest and LEAST enjoyable part was trying to write the names beautifully with my horrific handwriting 😅 I spent too much time on those tiny letters)

I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I did!

And here’s young Havelock alone under the cut. Because I thought I’d already drawn enough of adult(!)Vetinari, it’s time for the teen(!)Vetinari one🌚🌝

For @helenvader @greensmo and @nothung-in-the-space (a bit of extra Wuffles)

Rich boy in the clothes his aunt bought him for his 15th birthday 🌚🌝 She said it looks fashionable and “sweet”. Havelock wanted to dress in his assassin uniform again, because it’s much more comfortable. (Aunt Roberta never let him)

[danzafila]

songbird seems like a cool character and all, but unfortunately i can never really look at content of her without remembering that dude with the inflation fetish who would post so much untagged shit about it

[greeneyed-thestral]

Good Omens x Tuta Gold

[lynn-tged-posting]

I JUST READ TGED EP 163 WHAT THE FUCK

[ndostairlyrium]

I was tagged by @greypetrel and another person but I can't find you in the mentions, I'm sorry love ;A; you're allowed to curse @ me in the replies lol

This Wipednesday... Wednesdip? WIPsday? I would call it "Mercoledì in corso" tho, I feel like I'm allowed to use my native language from time to time. For science <<'

Anyway, outfits! Just outfits, with a filter because of reasons lol

I have "a couple" more, but I'm still detailing them, you'll see everything when it's ready hahah <3

[tarrevizsla]

you still haunt the corners of my heart // read on ao3

[Begin transcript.]

Riov's personal log. Stardate… date: Exactly 140 years after the Battle of Caleb IV. [soft sigh.] It’s still hard to believe I’m — now. If the Elements had accepted me, 140 years ago —

[sound of a drink being poured.]

Well. There’s no use dwelling on could-have-beens. I’m here, now. Still gave up the hundred years I could have spent then — for her. It eats away at me, knowing she thinks I died for her, knowing that she’s gone and I’m still here. I don’t know whether or not she mourned for me. I don’t know whether or not I want her to have mourned.

[a glass clinks on a surface.]

Did I teach her the rites? Did I tell her to give all she had of me up to Fire? Would she have, would I have wanted to her, should she have burnt what she had of me as an offering or kept me with her for a thousand years, should she have left me behind again — no, that’s cruel. I told her to go. I stayed behind. I left her with nothing but memories. I left her no body to bury; I left her with a thousand thousand conversations unsaid, and told her to give up the hope we could ever have them.

I still haven’t, though I know I should; I should lay her to rest, not carry her with me, but these memories I have of her are what I warm myself beside when all other fires and Fires flicker and die. And if I keep her here, in my head and heart, maybe I can make her immortal, or at least keep her alongside me. We almost died together on that day, a century and a half ago; maybe we were always meant to.

Elements. Was it selfish of me to die for her? To take a death that should have been hers by right, as my captain, my riov? Did I dishonor her? Do I dishonor her now, an eternity — a lifetime later, by living in these memories, by gorging my weakness on reminisces of the way she took my hands?

[a soft laugh.] I loved her, didn’t I? Beyond an officer to their captain, beyond a friend to a friend, even beyond a brother to a brother — I loved her. The Vulcans have a word — t’hy’la. I loved her. Burned with it; burned for it. But the truth is more than that: I love her. Fires burn and die, the universe expands, and stars collapse, but this at least will not change: I love her. I could love her for the rest of my life.

[sob; refill drink.]

So. A toast to her. To the fearless Captain of the U.S.S. Minerva. To the Commander she was when we met; to the wise Admiral I know she became. To a friendship cut short; to a debt of honor never repaid; to —

To my friend. To my Captain.

O Captain, my Captain—!

[pietroleopoldo]

Buongiorno accademicə italianə. Ti è stato chiesto di scrivere un manuale per insegnare la tua disciplina nelle università. La tua sfida è di scrivere un testo scorrevole e facilmente fruibile per gli studenti, privo di slanci pseudo-letterari che possono appesantirlo. Al primo termine desueto che scriverai un'incudine verrà fatta cadere sulla tua testa,

[namedafterflowerstournament]

Botanic Tournament : Susans Bracket !

Round 2 Poll 2

[bumblingbabooshka]

Care.

[Ehergha is visibly upset about something. He takes a deep breath. As he exhales, someone speaks offscreen.] S'veyk: Would you like to be alone? Ehergha: [Still upset] Stay. [S'veyk hands him a cup of tea] Ehergha: You're too kind to me. S'veyk: You told me there's no such thing - with regards to love. [Ehergha takes her hand and presses it to his lips. He stares at her, his gaze intense. S'veyk looks at their hands.] Ehergha: Do you love me? S'veyk: Is it important you hear...? Ehergha: [Resolute, needing] Yes. S'veyk: [Easily, privately] I love you, Ehergha. Truly. [She draws him closer, wrapping her arms around him, and sings as he begins to cry] Ehergha's Poem: The fury of my hatred! You who calls my mourning barbaric. My brother's name doesn't fit on your tongue. It is not worthy of it. It cannot hold the weight of such a name. You, the one who held my wrist - who tried to keep my blade from my brother's throat. Who are you? What is your name? Identify yourself. I will see if I can stand to speak it. Let your dead rot. Let them disappear. What do I care? I sent my brother to sto-vo-kor. I sent him with my blade. The only thing that marred it was your blood. Early & Exclusive access to my art: X

[danzafila]

i'm a petty bitch. if i see otherwise pretty art of a character i like spammed in unrelated characters' tags, i'll simply refuse to like/reblog it sry 🤷🏻‍♀️