#Death and Susan

[jay-wasstuff]

#okay but fr i died that they kept on kissing whilst Zheng was calling for them like they really said 'this is important just wait damn!' #our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbeard #gentleblack #blackbonnet #taika waititi #rhys darby #david jenkins #zheng yi sao #ofmd susan #also this is my FOURTH live reaction post from this season 😂😭 - everyone had that 'in front of my salad' energy 24/7 this time around!

[mermaidstede]

#susan asking stede the real questions

#ofmd #our flag means death #zheng yi sao #susan ofmd #susan our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #ofmd gif #ofmd edit #ofmdsource #Ruibo Qian #my gifs #*

[theygotlost]

DEATH IN THE FAMILY! 💀

#discworld #terry pratchett #susan sto helit #discworld death #mort sto helit #ysabel sto helit #mine #MANNNN THE LIGHTING ON THIS ONE WAS KICKING MY ASS #anyway enjoy this family protrait :))))))))

[dr-graf]

#terry pratchett #discworld #fan art #discworld death #susan sto helit

[couldtheycatchkira]

#Death Note #Discworld #Susan Sto Helit

[silversteampunk]

Some doodle's of Death's family

#discworld #discworld death #Susan Sto Helit #discworld fanart

[potato-lord-but-not]

some Hogfather character designsssss hehe

#I’m definitely not finishing this in time for crimas but whagever #artists on tumblr #traditional art #discworld #discworld fanart #discworld death #hogfather #hogswatch #susan sto helit #jonathan teatime

[from-the-dead]

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik the phantom #leroux erik #digital art #artwork #character art #erik destler #susan kay phantom #red death #poto art #phanart #leroux phantom #gaston leroux

[artbypontpilat]

Hello! Today is another character from the Discworld - Susan and the death of rats, of course. Always glad to hear your opinion.

Привет! Сегодня еще один персолнаж из Плоского мира - Сьюзан и смерть крыс конечно же. Всегда рад услышать ваше мнение.

#pontpilat #discworld #плоский мир #пратчетт #anton alexandrov #art #pratchett #character #cartoon #susan sto helit #сьюзан стогелитская #смерть крыс #death of rats

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Imagine the Cannibal Vaggie AU version of the Vaggie/Lute fight. Lute doesn't lose her arm from getting pinned under rubble. She has Vaggie pinned when Susan suddenly rips her arm off with her teeth. "Get away from my grand daughter, you bitch!"

AWWW~ (original au credit to @sunsetcougar)

Vaggie: "Abuela, don't eat that. You don't know where it's been."

Susan: "...heaven?"

Vaggie: "Yeah and that place sucks. She probably tastes like cheap rainbow sprinkles and internalized homophobia."

Susan: "BLEH."

Lute: "THE ONLY THING I'VE INTERNALIZED IS HOW IM GOING TO KILL Y-"

Susan: "Don't interrupt me an' my granddaughter!" (smacks lute with lute's own arm) "Now where were we."

Vaggie: "Not eating the arm. Throwing it in the trash where she belongs."

Lute: “TRASH? HA! YOU SHOULD’VE STAYED BY THE DUMPSTER WHERE I LEFT Y-” (smack) “Ow!”

Susan: (sighs) "If you say so, sweatmeats... unless..."

Susan: (offering the arm) "Enemies are an essential part of a young woman's diet. Are you sure-"

Vaggie: (GROANING) "We've been OVER this...!"

Susan: "Just a tASTE!"

Vaggie: "Gran, I am NOT a cannibal! I'm never gonna BE a cannibal!"

Susan: "How d'you know that if you've never TRIED IT!"

Rosie, in the distance: "Don't pressure her please, Susan~ She's allowed to make her own life choices~!"

Susan: "IS SHE YOUR ADOPTED GRANDDAUGHTER OR IS SHE MINE? EH?? WHO'S GRANDKID IS SHE ROSIE? WHO'S GRANDKID??"

Vaggie: "oh for fucks- Look, if I ever try it someday it's NOT gonna be with LUTE."

Lute: "OH AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR A FAILURE LIKE YOU TO EVEN EAT? IS THAT IT!?"

Charlie: "Is, uh, everything going okay over there Vaggie?"

Vaggie: "Fine babe. Family stuff."

Susan: "Charlie you need to get off you royal furry goat butt and help your girlfriend get an actual balanced diet. Metaphorical eat outs are not enough for a young lady.”

Vaggie: “GRAN!!!”

Charlie: “Aahaha… I’m kinda busy getting beat up at the moment, but I’ll check in with her later ok!”

Susan: “Good.” (casually tosses lute’s arm) “I like her.”

Vaggie: (dying) “I hate my life.”

Lute: “GOOD.”

Vaggie: “Not because of you.”

Lute: “DAMNIT"

#hazbin hotel #susan hazbin hotel #vaggie #lute hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #rosie hazbin hotel #vaggie's vegan cannibal adoption au spinoff #incorrect quotes #if granny susan had been following vaggie around through the fight i think she's have started wishing for death #juuuuust a little~

[dimity-lawn]

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #meme #discworld meme #created by yours truly #death #hogfather #hogswatch #susan sto helit #holiday #seasonal #anthropomorphic personification

[jay-wasstuff]

Me:

#susan came in with such bad bitch energy #our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd susan #spanish jackie #david jenkins #zheng yi sao #ofmd s2 spoilers #Ruibo Qian

[sherlockig]

Look!!!!

#ofmd #our flag means death #Ruibo Qian #susan ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #mine

[magnusthepuppet]

your heart is still beating

*click for better quality*

walten files redraw !!! there are a couple of scenes i’d like to remake (car crash, molly and edd at the window, molly and edd in wonderland) but this is the one i chose to start with. poor susan 🤪

#my art #fanart #the walten files #the walten files 4 #twf #twf susan #the walten files susan #susan woodings #tw gore #tw blood #tw dead body #tw body #tw death #tw open wounds

[quecksilvereyes]

oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-

I am dead.

I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."

I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-

I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.

I go. you stop.

are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.

say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.

my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.

the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.

do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.

your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.

doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?

lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.

i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.

i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.

I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.

I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.

Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-

I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.

I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.

such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.

I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.

I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.

so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so I banned you from their scorning mouths. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.

Forgive me.

#tcon #narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #sibling relationships #in which peter is a story of a man more than he is a boy #in which susan is a girl more than she is a story of a queen #on diverging paths #on following #and staying #death tw #the last battle #alcohol abuse #brief implications of lucy having manic episodes #hello #i have brainworms #it is 3am #susan is real in a way peter isnt #he is a story and she is a person #the chronicles of narnia #narnia fanfic #narnia fanfiction

[unseenwizzard]

Death: belief and hope are pointless and justice is made up

Also death: I saved hogswatch just because. no real reason. still literally heartless I swear. pls be nice to me susan. u can keep the rat. I love u. u can play my ribs like a xylophone if u want

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #death #death of rats #hogswatch #hogfather #but dont read into that susan #*hastily shoves his feelings under the bed like theyre dirty laundry* dw i definitely didnt save the little match girl #or steal a feast for his buddies from soul music #susan sto helit #og #to clarify. i know that he wasnt saying it was pointless this was a joke i was trying to be funny