Vetinari's fangirl

Baby Boomer. Discworld, Good Omens and fantasy things. And funny shit.

[camilleflyingrotten]

ABANDONED CREATURE(s)

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TODAY

[homunculus-argument]

I've been fed, walked and watered and I've slept enough and been out of the internet and I'm doing crafts.

Why am I still angry.

[homunculus-argument]

I walked right into this one like a blind horse into a revolving door.

[mr-sardelli]

That one scene in Night Watch...

Young Sam watching him, Young Sam with his bright shiny badge and a face full of...strangeness.

'But we were on the hurry-up wagon, sarge!'

- 'We didn't know!'

- Not exactly. We didn't ask... We just shut our minds to it.

[mr-sardelli]

Night Watch - A couple of some really old illustrations for Reg Shoe and the barricades on Whalebone Lane

He’d been aware of eyes boring into him, and now he traced the rays back to source, a young man with black trousers, a frilly shirt and long curly hair.

‘Aha, you’ve got secret files on me, eh?’ said Reg, with terrifying happiness.

...Reg raised a fist in salute and carried a table to the new barricade with revolutionary speed...

[mr-sardelli]

Angua!

A couple of old pencil renditions for her I did back in the day of my first year in vet med when I ought to be studying physiology instead. I mean, Discworld - the sweetest escape and procrastination there could be.

She's a w-!

I just love her..

[mr-sardelli]

Night Watch - A City Wasn't a Place for Cavalry, for Heavens' Sake!

The major hated the map. It was the map of a city. A city wasn’t a place for cavalry, for heavens’ sake! Of course there had been casualties among the men. Three of them had been deaths. Even a cavalry helmet is not a lot of use against a ballistic cobblestone. And a trooper had been pulled off his horse in Dolly Sisters and, bluntly, mobbed to death. And that was tragic and terrible and, unfortunately, inevitable, once fools had decided to use cavalry in a city with as many alleys as Ankh-Morpork.

The major didn’t think of his superiors as fools, of course, since it would follow that everyone who obeyed them was a fool. He used the term ‘unwise’, and felt worried when he used it.

As for the rest of the casualties, three of them had been men knocked senseless by riding into hanging shop signs while pursuing... well, people, when it came down to it, because with the smoke and darkness who could tell who the real enemy was? The idiots had apparently assumed that anyone running away was the enemy. And they’d been the luckier idiots, because men who rode their horses into dark alleys which twisted this way and that and got narrower and narrower, and then realized that it had all gone quiet and their horse couldn’t turn round, well, they were men who learned how fast a man could run in cavalry boots...

[mr-sardelli]

Night Watch: Young Nobby

𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘐𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.- Night Watch, p. 173

[mr-sardelli]

Night Watch: What a bunch. I know you well, gentlemen.

There was some more laughter. We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

What a bunch. I know you well, gentlemen. You’re in it for the quiet life and the pension, you don’t hurry too much in case the danger is still around when you get there, and the most you ever expected to face was an obstreperous drunk or a particularly difficult cow. Most of you aren’t even coppers, not in your head. In the sea of adventure, you’re bottom-feeders.

And now, it’s war... and you’re in the middle. Not on either side. You’re the stupid little band of brownjobs. You’re beneath contempt. But believe me, boys – you’ll rise.

[mr-sardelli]

Night Watch - Captain Findthee Swing Final Confrontation - Some really old Pencil Sketches

[mr-sardelli]

Thud! - Old Sketches and Illustrations from my First-Time Read

Reckless Ride Home on a Four Horse Carriage

Koom Valley

The Staircase Moment, Vimes and Baby Sam

The Summoning Dark

The Underground

Methodia Rascal

This was more than five years ago. I thought I'd dump it here anyway.

[mr-sardelli]

Errol.

Some really old pencil sketches of Errol the Swamp Dragon eating his glass bottles. Thought I'd dump it here.

It's been a long time since I read G!G!, but I still remember Vimes figuring out how to take care of this miserable creature. He bought him a fluffy ball, just to discover Carrot's squeaky hippo (which he later ate, together with some armour polish, mothballs and lamp oil).

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[michaelblume]

[tiny-wins-and-gold-stars]

⭐To all the fanfic writers out there, a little gold star!⭐

[burnsopale]

Vetinari is standing at his window, watching Commander Vimes stomp off after another successful row.

Vetinari: I must say, he's become rather a complicated instrument over the years. He's like a pipe organ; there are so many buttons to push, but if you strike the wrong, or indeed even the right, chord, the reverberations can bring the house down. Such a powerful instrument must be played with great caution.

Drumknott, distracted by his clipboard: Don't worry, Sir; no one plays Commander Vimes' organ like you do.

Vetinari: ...

Drumknott: ... If you need me, I'll be in the scorpion pit.

[foxes-in-love]

[a-spell-so-exquisite]

arthur parnussusing myself by giving myself a strict routine with time built in for my hobbies

[johnnotgaius]

This is all I can see what monstrosities are you sending me??