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[cakesandfail]

17 vetvimes if you can, please and thank you!

I think this is meant to be about broken glass rather than grass- I’m writing something based on that, I hope it’s okay!

It was quiet in the Rats Chamber, except for the sound of palace staff sweeping up the glass at the other end of the room. Vimes stared fixedly at the axe he’d once embedded in the table, refusing to meet Vetinari’s eyes, but couldn’t help but flinch as a jolt of pain shot through his arm.

“I don’t know what you expected, throwing someone through a window like that,” said Vetinari, pressing a wad of gauze to Vimes’s bloodied hand before wrapping it in bandages. “There really was no need for such dramatics.”

“Not my fault,” said Viimes. “All I did was remove him from a situation, if he didn’t want to go flying he shouldn’t have been throwing his weight around so much.”

“Yes, Sir Samuel, but I do expect you to behave yourself during a meeting even if others fail to do so.”

“He touched Rosie Palm,” Vimes growled. “That’s assault.” He held up his uninjured hand to stop the Patrician from interrupting. “I don’t care what her job is, the law’s the same, and he broke it.”

Vetinari looked away as he tied the last of the bandages in place. “I think Mrs Palm is quite capable of dealing with these things herself,” he murmured.

“That’s not the point, is it? I’m there so people don’t have to.”

There was silence; the sweeping had stopped, and they were alone in the room at last.

“You know,” said Vetinari carefully, “when you say things like that I realise why I-”

“Why you let me get away with stuff you shouldn’t?” Vimes pulled his bandaged hand away from Vetinari’s, cupped his face, and kissed him. “Like that, maybe?”

Vetinari laughed breathlessly, resting his forehead against Vimes’s own. “Exactly like that, yes,” he said. “Though I would prefer it if you did your best to avoid the ones where you break my windows first.”

[discworldtour]

A bit offtopic The huge fantasy section in my library was a blessing to me Right now I'm really into the swedish Engelsfors trilogy makes me feel thankful that some fantasy books get to be translated to other languages but reminds me of all the AMAZING polish fantasy books the readers from different countries will never get to read because almost none of them get translated... Though it warms my heart a little seeing Sapkowski in Irish bookstores

I have always been very very bad at other languages but reading this makes me want to learn every language Tolkien-style so I can read fantasy novels in the original languages. I would love to see more fantasy literature prioritized for translation -- human imagination creating new landscapes based on different cultural context will always be fascinating to me.

[sirjinki]

Agata ^__^

A: An encore by SHINee

G: Good boy by GD and Taeyang

A: Automatic by Red Velvet

T: Transformer by EXO

A: Already by Taemin

[discworldtour]

I started with Hogfather My aunt got this book from someone or bought it I don't remember... When I was visiting I was bored and grabbed the first fantasy book I found and started reading it, she said she tried reading it but she didn't like it and I can have it Thankfully the library in my homecity has a huge fantasy section and I found other books there and ive reread them countless times since then City watch series is my forever favourite I feel ashamed I didn't read all of the books(maurice

Thank all the gods for libraries with big fantasy sections, and for generous aunts with excellent books lying around! I think Hogfather was either my dad’s first or second Discworld book and it’s still his favorite. It’s got so much good stuff in it!

Don’t feel ashamed for not reading all the books! this series is enormous there are over 40 books that’s a lot to get through. You still have time (and as a heads up I will be starting Maurice quotes after the Last Hero so if you want to blacklist to avoid spoilers the tag will be “the amazing maurice and his educated rodents” which I already hate typing on every post and I haven’t even started yet but it will be there)

[korrasera]

miserablylonely mentioned you on a post “ks: "you lied about me to demean me", also ks: "I'm going to talk at...”

@korrasera you've literally demanded an apology and in the same breath talked shit about ec and then got butthurt that it got screenshotted ���� what a rotten behavior, if you were a better person as you claim you wouldn't act like this would you...

That's the thing, I didn't talk shit about EC. I didn't need to insult him. The only thing I did was ask him for an apology and also explain that I didn't expect he would provide one, while speculating that he would also say something insulting and demeaning.

I'll give him this, he was less aggressive than I originally speculated! But given that he launched right into the same thing he did before, trying to lie about what happened. That's really just proving my point.

See, I find it personally offensive that people like EC and yourself are comfortable playing with the truth to try to win arguments. EC lied about what I said and lied about me. And he did it because I dared to disagree with something he said. Here you are seeming quite happy to support him while he's doing that.

Tell me, do you also believe it's acceptable to lie about someone because you were hurt that they didn't agree with everything you'd said?

Do you feel entitled to lie about someone when they point out that you're trying to be an asshole that tries to snipe at people?

Because so far, everything you seem to be saying is that I'm rotten because if I was a better person I wouldn't be pointing out the EC did something unethical and shitty. That if I was a better person I wouldn’t be trying to challenge his unethical behavior.

I’d just be letting him do it.

So, I should just let him continue doing that to other people without pointing out that it’s unethical and shitty? Is that what you’re saying?

That I should enable him to attack someone else in the future?

Are you getting the point yet?

Hmm...telling me to be quiet because questioning the behavior of someone you respect is forbidden. Where have I seen that particular social construction before?

[cakesandfail]

miserablylonely replied to your post: My NT friend: doesn’t this silence bother u Me,...

Ummmmm……doesn’t everyone’s hear those?

Apparently not! I mean, I think fridges are pretty loud and a lot of people can hear those? But maybe I got that wrong too, idk

[cakesandfail]

Can I please get 37 for v/v, love your stories

Thank you so much :D Here you go- for reference, this is set at some point when the two of them are in their early 20s, and possibly in another trouser leg of time.

37. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 

Sam Vimes took out a cigar and stood near the wall to light it, keeping the lit match out of the wind and rain. His shift had just finished and as much as he liked the work, it was always a relief to finish the shift, especially since he’d been promoted again. He’d made it as far as Corporal now, mostly thanks to being the only one at Treacle Mine Road with legible handwriting, and at this point he was really just looking forward to being Sergeant and making everyone else do the shit jobs. He leaned back against the wall, and immediately fell on his arse when the wall decided to move.

“My apologies,” it said. Sam blinked. If he’d been down the Broken Drum all evening perhaps he could have understood why he was imagining a walking, talking wall, but- ah. Yes, okay. A young man had materialised out of the gloom and held out a hand. Sam took it, and as the stranger pulled him up he noticed to his consternation that the man was significantly taller than he was- just like half the bloody city, he thought.

“Thanks,” said Sam. Now that he was upright again he could see that the other man was an Assassin, with a capital A- a member of the Guild, all in black, with that haughty sort of expression they all seemed to wear. After a moment, however, the expression changed to one of curiosity, and something in the back of Sam’s mind started to poke at his conscious thoughts.

“Forgive me, officer,” said the Assassin. “I couldn’t help but wonder… You seem somewhat familiar- have I threatened you before?”

Sam snorted. “No.”

“Hm. Bribed you to look the other way, perhaps?”

“Definitely not.”

“Ah. Then perhaps-”

A carriage rolled past, the driver’s lamp shining on them both just long enough for both young men to spot the lilacs pinned to each other’s cloaks.

“It’s you,” said Sam. “You were that kid who kept following our sergeant round. I saw you stab an Unmentionable right in the- er- in the unmentionables.” He grinned, and the Assassin gave him a faint smile in return.

“I did indeed. Which means you must be Sergeant Keel’s other shadow- Sam, was it?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Well then, Sam, since we appear to be more or less on the same side- for tonight, at least- might I buy you a drink? Call it an apology if you like, or a toast to an absent friend.”

Sam thought for a moment. He had a pretty good instinct by now for when things were going to get hairy, and this… somehow didn’t feel like any of the possible ways things could go horribly wrong. Besides, he could really do with a drink- there was no harm in letting some toff pay for a change.

“Alright,” he said. “But I doubt either of us really wants to be seen in public with the other one. Tell you what, you get me a bottle of Bearhugger’s and I might let you come in out of the rain and share a bit.”

Later that night, they sat on the floor in Sam’s room, drinking cheap whiskey from the only two cups Sam owned, both of which were chipped and irreparably tea-stained. His new friend- if you could call him that- had warmed up considerably once he’d got a couple of drinks in him, and while Sam wasn’t sure if he entirely liked the man, at least he made good conversation.

“You haven’t even told me your name yet,” Sam said, trying to sound casual; he was aware that he could quite easily sound Like A Copper entirely by accident.

“Oh,” said the Assassin. “It’s Havelock.”

“…Right. No last name?”

Havelock pulled a face. “I’d rather not.”

“Bit unfortunate, is it?”

“You could say that, yes.”

“I mean, Havelock’s already quite bad.”

“Yes, thank you.” Havelock sighed. “I’m aware.”

They sat in gloomy silence until Sam said, “So what exactly were you doing hanging around out there anyway? You obviously don’t live round here.”

“Actually, I do. My aunt owns a house in Easy Street, I live there when I’m not needed at the Guild.”

“You might want to actually stay there then, instead of hanging around outside at night,” Sam said. “Posh lad like you, pretty face… people might get the wrong idea.” Havelock laughed and turned away, and it suddenly dawned on Sam exactly what he’d just said.

Well, shit, he thought. He is pretty. No point having a reputation as the only honest watchman in town if I can’t even be honest with myself.

“You er… you alright there, mate?”

“Yes,” said Havelock, who promptly leaned forward and kissed him.

In the morning, Sam woke to a horrible headache and an empty bed- but when he went to pick up his badge, he found it in the company of a single sprig of lilac.

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miserablylonely replied to your post: Vimes/Vetinari The Black Magician trilogy AU? :3...

This one is so interesting and feels like it’d be good for a multichaptered ficBut it’s great as a short one too

Thank you <3 It was a lot of fun to write so although I don't have anything planned (or the time to write anything long, at the moment) I'd probably take prompts for more short fics in the same crossover/AU setting, if people wanted to see more of it :)