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What the fuck possessed you to suggest that Vetinari would be good in Cats

You're right but like, stop,, I beg

My excellent taste and desire to see him do one million flips and tumbles 🫡 idk which cat he'd be but I don't think it's any of the main ones. Or Victoria. Her role wouldn't fit at all.

[luckymagic47]

hello!!! i love your art style, it's absolutely ADORABLE !!!!!!!!! just the best thing i've ever seen. cloudkit is SO FLUFFY !! i don't know if you take art requests but if you do, i'd love to see hollykit / hollyleaf in your style!!! you absolutely don't have to though

thank you for being amazing!

this means so much to me!!! thank you so so much for all that 😭😭😭😭💚💚💚 first inbox message woo!!!

i love hollyleaf! in my warriors re-read i’m on The Darkest Hour, and i wanted to do this when i got to Power of Three but i felt so happy at this that i’m figuring i’ll do another drawing maybe when i get to PoT!!

i may make a more solid design for hollyleaf, and others, when i’m feeling better. but for now i just went wild :3

art info i guess!!

app: procreate

time taken: 4 hours and 46 minutes

[dannyvhs]

uhh I know I already requested but the scene with Enid and Carl and he kisses her forehead, but instead with him and Ron ?

(i went a little ham on this request hehe)

"Why's it gotta be you?" Ron asked. "Why do you gotta be the one to go?"

"Because no one else is gonna stop him, Ron," Carl said. "I'll go in, kill him, and this whole thing will be done."

"Alright, even if this works, how the hell are you gonna come back?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It fucking matters to me, dumbass. Please, don't do this. Don't go. I can't lose you too."

Carl went up on his toes and very gently kissed Ron's forehead. He then held Ron's face in his hand.

"I'll come back to you. I'll end this entire thing and then I'll come back to you. I don't know how, but I will. You won't lose me."

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I can't remember if I've asked about this one before, but it is an Area of Interest so 'Sybilvetvimes smut (magic style)', please 😊

Last time you asked about sybilvetvimes talk about Keel which then became Desires so this one's new!!

Magic style smut means magic sex toys :3 specifically the flavour of "what you do to the toy the other person feels" and they (Vimes & Sybil) think this toy they bought is only connected to Sybil buttttt the accurate translation of the enchantment isn't "think of your lover" but rather "think of your beloved" soooo

Vetinari is going to be surprised, I think, when I eventually write more of it.

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For the prompts- 15 — “Stop being so damn noble and just admit you feel it, too.” please! Any ship featuring Vetinari?

Any ship featuring Vetinari >:))) the door is open to my rarepairs >:)))

This accidentally became a sort of sequel to my @athymelyreply birthday fic so when that comes out I guess this can be reread with more context!

Fuck I have to invent the tag for this on ao3 don't I.

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Drumknott was polite. That was something Angua had always appreciated about him. He didn't comment on her pacing, or the way she had requested an appointment with the Patrician at the very last available time of day, or even the way her eyes often wandered when she was forced to join Vimes in reporting to his lordship.

Angua knew he noticed. He worked for Lord Vetinari, he was going to notice. But he never commented on it. When he waved her in before leaving for the day, his ‘good evening, sergeant’ sounded somewhere near a ‘good luck’.

Lord Vetinari looked up at her, curious. “Sergeant Von Uberwald.”

“Lord Vetinari.” Angua narrowed her eyes, she didn't want to play this game. “Havelock.”

Havelock went still in his chair, or stiller than usual, and raised an eyebrow. It wasn't quite intimidating, as she remembered the way he shoved his head sleepily into her hand, the unhappy noise when her fingers stopped moving against his scalp. She leaned forwards, hands settling on the desk.

“Can I help you in any way, Sergeant?” Havelock emphasised her title, tilting his head to the side. She stamped down on a growl, breathing hard and attempting to ignore the stress and pain and sleep deprivation that coated his pleasant scent like a clinging oil.

“Talk to me. Something. Gods above, anything but pretending it didn't happen.”

“It seemed prudent to pretend that it didn't happen, Sergeant-”

Angua couldn't fight it this time and growled. “Call me by my name, Havelock.”

Havelock drew back, in fact he seemed to draw in on himself before forcing himself into proper posture. “That wouldn't be- appropriate.”

She bared her teeth. Angua hadn't known, in Uberwald, that he was Ankh-Morporks Patrician, only that Lady Margolotta had said it was a pity he hadn't gone into a more physical line of work. Tailoring, for example.

It hadn't mattered to her, they were getting plenty physical at the time.

And then she came to Ankh-Morpork and he ignored her. It stung Angua's pride, until she caught the scent of miserable desire when he looked at her and realised he was denying them both for nothing. For propriety. Whatever.

“It's just the two of us, how could that possibly be inappropriate?” Angua prodded. She'd waited long enough for him to say something, however this ended, she was putting them both out of their misery. “It’s my name.”

“As your superior-”

“Stop being so damn noble and just admit you feel it, too!” Angua lashed out, grabbing his hands and dragging him closer, forcing him to lean his hips against the desk for balance.

Breathless, Havelock spoke. “As your superior, it would be inappropriate of me to initiate anything unprofessional. The balance of power is quite firmly in my favour.”

“... Just initiate, though?” Angua blinked, watching his face as a soft blush crept across his high cheekbones. The anger seemed far away already. “I called you Havelock and asked you to use my name, surely that counts as me initiating?”

“I- Yes, I suppose it does. If that is what you want, I will of course oblige. There are certain considerations of our positions, there's no guarantee that I couldn’t, purposefully or not, pressure you into something you didn't truly want.”

She let him sit back in his chair. They stared at each other.

“I've got a way to guarantee that.” Angua said eventually, tapping the desk in thought.

“... Oh?” Havelock tilted his head again, which did nothing but strengthen Angua's urge to get her hands in his hair again. “You have a way to guarantee I not take advantage of not only our sizable age gap, but my position of power over you?”

“Yeah.” She smiled… Well, wolfishly, at his dry tone. “Just let me be in charge when we're off duty. I can take advantage of you instead.”

He covered the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, that faint blush turning somewhat vivid. Leaning back in his chair, Havelock avoided her gaze, instead looking at the clock. It was late, past office hours certainly. “I am never off duty, Angua.”

Angua waved a hand. “You're out of office, and I’m off duty. Good enough?”

Havelock hummed in tentative agreement, turning back to face her. His eyes went wide when her armour was dumped in the chair behind her, and wider still when she practically vaulted the desk in order to kiss him. It was soft, despite the urgency.

Havelock pulled away. “Now?”

“You're out of office, my shift ended two hours ago.” Angua finally got a hand in his hair, something like a contented purr rumbling in her chest as she tightened her grip on the soft strands. “Show me the secret passage to your room and it can be now.”

“My bed isn't big enough for-”

“Neither was the carriage.” Angua watched with no small amount of pleasure as he closed his mouth immediately. A moment later and he was opening part of the wall, leading her through the passages, and letting her finally get him back to that sweet sleepy state she had him in after their first meeting in Uberwald.

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For the angry confessions prompt, could you do 15 — “Stop being so damn noble and just admit you feel it, too.” for vetvimes please 👀

@veni-vici-vetinari

I wrote this in one sitting literally today after getting possessed, it seems I am the April Fool. I hope you like it :3

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Vetinari winced at the sound of raised voices in the corridor, or rather Vimes' raised voice. There may still be time to escape, he glanced at one of the entrances to the secret passageways. He had been avoiding the man for days, ever since the most recent attempt on his life, and hiding in the library was clearly at its end-

The door opened, loudly. Vimes stormed in, Drumknott following behind apologetically, and stopped, taking in the scene. Vetinari waved Drumknott out, this was humiliating enough without dragging the poor man into it. The door closed, quietly.

“You've been avoiding me! For no fucking reason!” Vimes wasted no time in beginning to pace. “I don't know what I did-”

“No reason?” Vetinari asked, a hysterical tinge to his voice. “Commander, I do believe you were there when the reason happened.”

Vimes sounded disbelieving, his face twisted in some kind of hurt, as he turned to face Vetinari. “Are you serious? You kissed me and you're pissed at me. I thought…”

“I am not upset at you, Vimes-”

“Then why have you been hiding?!” Vimes snarled, advancing. A few strides brought him to Vetinari's table, piled high with books, and his hand shot out to try and stop Vetinari from running.

Vetinari knocked over the books beside him as he dodged Vimes' grasp, standing with the table between them.

“You are married to my dearest friend, and I have made enough of a fool of myself without dragging it out, Commander.” Vetinari tried to ignore the memory of the kiss, the phantom taste of blood and fear and desperation on his lips, and was forced to close his eyes to regain his composure. “I cannot excuse my behaviour but I would ask that you forget it, if you can't forgive it. It was a simple case of confusion from blood loss. You can assure Sybil that I-”

There was a loud noise as Vimes knocked the table out of the way, crossing the short distance and grasping the front of his robes. “Stop being so damn noble about my marriage and just admit you feel it, too! Stop fucking hiding!”

Vetinari opened his eyes. Vimes was pink in the face, breathing hard, and his knuckles were white from the strength of his grip on Vetinari.

“Too?” Vetinari breathed, eyes wide, as he brought both hands to clutch at one of the other man's arms. “Vimes, please, this is quite enough, I would never ask-”

Vimes softened. The anger drained away, replaced with something else. He reached up with the hand not hampered by Vetinari's grip, tracing over his jaw affectionately. “Gods, you're fucking stupid, aren't you?”

Vetinari felt the flex of his arm a second before Vimes tugged him forwards, pressing their lips together roughly and dropping the hand on Vetinari's face to wrap around the Patrician's waist, pulling them together and leaving him unable to move away.

Breaking the kiss, Vimes kept his grip on Vetinari, looking up at him with a smug and victorious expression.

“I-” Vetinari stuttered to a stop, dizzy and breathless. He very carefully tried to ignore the heat of their bodies, still pressed together. “Sybil-?”

“You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She told me to come find you.” Vimes snorted. “I didn't think she was right about you freaking yourself out, shows what I know.”

Something squirmed in Vetinari's chest at Sybil's care. “You- she-”

Vimes rolled his eyes, backing Vetinari against the wall between two bookshelves. “You think I'm lying?”

“No?” Havelock was lost, breathing heavily as Sam settled between his legs and took most of his weight, Havelock’s feet only remaining on the floor by virtue of their height difference. “I… are you certain?”

Sam laughed against his mouth, already kissing him again.

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39 and 48 for the asks please!

39 - do you use lip balm?

Not unless I really need it due to the weather/illness/etc, in which case I have fancy expensive lip balm that solves my problems in like one application, thank the gods because I do not like the sensation of Stuff On My Lips (or skin, summer is like hell for me due to the suncream of it all)

48 - when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Definitely before I turned 8 but I don't have an exact age, I tried my mums wine a bunch of times and every time I expected it to taste better and it never did. I still don't actually like wine unless it tastes Different (my friend bought me a lovely summer fruits wine the last time we saw each other that I quite liked)

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22, 33, 46 for the ask game 🌺

@veni-vici-vetinari

22 - what type of person are you?

Very difficult question, uhmmm. A trying my best type? Or is it like Pokémon. Dragon type. If it's like Pokémon I'm dragon type.

33 - the last adventure you’ve been on?

Surviving this heatwave 🫠 being real though probably my quest for OG Barbie movies :3 I found a whole bunch and spent several money on them. I love collecting physical media <3

46 - favorite holiday film?

Muppets 👏 Christmas 👏 Carol 👏

Or perhaps, the Nightmare Before Christmas... It's a tough choice