#lancre

[deathstardroid]

Three godmothers an' a crown

[aquitainequeen]

I remember, I was talking about the way the witches defend Lancre against various enemies, and how nobody realises what they are doing, and I do a sort of parody of Winston Churchill: 'Never in the history of interspecies conflict has so much been owed by so many to so few, but are they grateful? No!' To which Terry added, 'Which is as it should be.' Because one of Terry's great moral points is: you do what is right, regardless of whether anybody knows you're doing it, and you certainly don't expect to be thanked.

Jacqueline Simpson on writing Folklore of the Discworld with Terry Pratchett, on Episode 53 of A Podcast To The Curious

[ansatsu-sha]

There was a hesitant knock on the door. It was Shawn Ogg, Nanny's youngest son and Lancre's entire civil and public service.

Currently he has his postman's badge on; the Lancre postal service consisted of taking the mailbag off the nail where the coach left it and delivering it to the outlying homesteads when he had a moment, although many citizens were in the habit of going down to the sack and rummaging until they found some mail they liked.

Terry Pratchett / Maskerade

[pratchettquotes]

Magrat woke up.

And knew she wasn't a witch anymore.

[...] The point was, she couldn't remember ever being anything else. She'd always been a witch. Magrat Garlick, third witch, that was what she was. The soft one.

She knew she'd never been much good at it. Oh, she could do some spells and do them quite well, and she was good at herbs, but she wasn't a witch in the bone like the old ones. They made sure she knew it.

Well, she'd just have to learn queening. At least she was the only one in Lancre. No one'd be looking over her shoulder the whole time, saying things like, "You ain't holding that scepter right!"

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

[dimity-lawn]

Most of Lancre: *desperately fighting for their lives as elves overrun the country*

Mr. Brooks, Royal Beekeeper, oblivious to this except for the fact that something is bothering his bees:

[elaurian-neuroqueering]

Reframing Our Traits

*Generalised Discworld Spoilers within!* I’m a big fan of Terry Practchett’s Discworld books. They’re funny, brilliant, different, and bring me an enormous amount of comfort and joy. Discworld is one of my oldest special interests. To me, one of Pratchett’s really powerful skills was turning “Bad Traits” into strengths… Rincewind, the coward, saves the world. Repeatedly. Granny Weatherwax and…

Reframing Our Traits

[thesetwoutes]

Failed a simulated phishing email from my work today because I wasn't really paying attention, and they're like "you get extra training!"

Jokes on them; I've already been fired and I'm in my severance period, so they can shove their training where the sun shineth not.

Yeah, that one place, over by Lancre.

[miss-shotover]

Granny Weatherwax has such powerful Old West gunslinger vibes sometimes.

There's that moment in Carpe Jugulum where she makes her dramatic entrance at Lancre Castle and it's basically a CLASSIC Western. The town (Lancre) has been overrun by a gang of bandits (Vampires). They've taken the Mayor (Verence) and the Marshall (basically everyone else but let's say Shawn Ogg) and they plan to settle in and stay, controlling the town from now on (drinking everyone's blood etc). The doors of the saloon open. A figure in black stands framed against the sunlight. She can barely stand up, but she holds herself together, her hand hovering over the holster on her hip.

The stories have so many influences and of course the comparison falls apart later on as new influences enter and get woven in. But there's always a High Noon Weatherwax Showdown.

If I could draw, I would draw so many gunslinger Weatherwax AUs.