noirandchocolate:

“Check Mort” by Paul Kidby
Taken from “Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Imaginarium” 

(”[I] had a commission for a French publication that seemed the perfect opportunity to create the painting Check Mort, which I had been developing in my mind for a long while.  Knowing that one of Terry’s favorite films was The Seventh Seal it seemed only fitting to parody the scene where the knight, Antonius Block, plays chess with Death.  Terry was battling Alzheimer’s by the time I created this piece, giving the painting an emotive dimension which was not part of my original concept.  I worked out the chess moves so that Terry’s pieces are positioned on the board to win.”–Paul Kidby)

mekanikaltrifle:
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AN unusual one for me, drawing a non oc! But I mean… it’s Rincewind, I can’t not draw that stupid fucker. :D
I think I captured the entire vibe of the poor fucking tool throughout most of the Light Fantastic and the Colour of...

mekanikaltrifle:

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AN unusual one for me, drawing a non oc! But I mean… it’s Rincewind, I can’t not draw that stupid fucker. :D

I think I captured the entire vibe of the poor fucking tool throughout most of the Light Fantastic and the Colour of Magic, and probably about the time he resigned himself to just never dealing with magic ever again. Which, at the end of the day, is frankly the only sane response to having to deal with the Dungeon Dimensions.
Honestly I ought to re-read the other books he’s in, cause most of my knowledge of him is in Colour of Magic/Light Fantastic and I know he’s also in Eric but that’s as far as my brain goes on Rincewind. Still he’s one of my consistenly favourite characters for various reasons and… probably is a bit of an inspiration for Solstice now that I think about it… :o

So, thank you @seekerpsycho​ for the excellent request! I don’t generally do others’ characters unless I really like them or it’ll be a good laugh, so if there’s any other things you lot want to see feel free to ask but I might say no if it’s not an oc of mine (because obv I’m more limited that way)

eruvadhril:

Poem_for_your_sprog

6 years ago

The sun goes down upon the Ankh,
And slowly, softly fades -
Across the Drum; the Royal Bank;
The River-Gate; the Shades.

A stony circle’s closed to elves;
And here, where lines are blurred,
Between the stacks of books on shelves,
A quiet ‘Ook’ is heard.

A copper steps the city-street
On paths he’s often passed;
The final march; the final beat;
The time to rest at last.

He gives his badge a final shine,
And sadly shakes his head -
While Granny lies beneath a sign
That says: ‘I aten’t dead.’

The Luggage shifts in sleep and dreams;
It’s now. The time’s at hand.
For where it’s always night, it seems,
A timer clears of sand.

And so it is that Death arrives,
When all the time has gone…
But dreams endure, and hope survives,
And Discworld carries on.