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Samsybil post-Promise ending comic I made for @dearnostalgistisurroommate for Valentine’s Day trade! 💕
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LOOK OUTSIDE PROMISE ENDING SPOILERS
Samsybil post-Promise ending comic I made for @dearnostalgistisurroommate for Valentine’s Day trade! 💕
had the sudden and unshakable urge to draw Sybil so uhhhh ummm
I know I half joked about Vimes having a bunch of ADHD Moments™️ before, but also I keep thinking about the context that reading Vimes as ADHD (or otherwise neurodivergent) gives to his marriage to Sybil. Because their marriage isn't depicted as free from boomer-y tropes (the husband not paying attention to what his wife is saying, the wife being on the husband's case about eating healthy), but the difference is that while usually those tropes come with the married couple not liking each other much anymore, Sam and Sybil clearly love each other dearly. Sam doesn't not pay attention to Sybil talking because he doesn't love her or finds her annoying, his mind is just on other things. And while he grumbles and sighs about her forcing him to eat something other than bacon sandwiches, he'd also be the first person to admit that without his wife looking out for him he'd be long dead in a ditch.
And the thing is, I'm probably speaking for all my dopamine-challenged people here when I say that zoning out while someone else is talking is not a sign of disrespect from us, it just happens. We've all had those moments where someone we love dearly has talked for a bit too long about something we don't know much about or can't contribute to, and our attention spans just noped out into the Andromeda galaxy. To me, this is how I read Vimes not paying attention to Sybil. He loves her to bits; he just also fundamentally cannot bring himself to pay attention to longer talks about interior decor because he has no idea what she's talking about, especially when he's rotating his current case in his brain. But just like me when I zone out while a beloved family member is yapping, he feels bad enough to cover it up, to avoid upsetting the person he loves.
(In my head, Sybil is totally aware that he does that and gives him some grace because she can relate. You can't tell me that sometimes while he goes on lengthy tangents about Watch bureaucracy and the details of work, her mind doesn't stray to her dragons instead.)
Meanwhile, while Sybil forcing Sam to eat healthy could easily have been treated as a "nagging wife" stereotype, the story (IMO) and Vimes himself both acknowledge that she's in the right. Vimes is a workaholic who is highly competent at his job and absolute crap at taking care of himself. I think I am once again speaking for a lot of ADHDers when I say that looking after yourself is a hellishly difficult job, and it helps to have a loved one forcing you kicking and screaming to eat better meals and sleep at reasonable hours. And kicking and screaming it usually is, because ugh being told what to do and held accountable by others is stressful but also boy is it necessary. Without it, we go to bed at 4 AM and survive on bacon sandwiches. And Sam Vimes still loves his bacon sandwiches, and tries to get out of taking a break whenever he can, but he's also clearly grateful to his wife for keeping his workaholic ass alive.
I dunno. I just like the interpretation of Sam and Sybil the neurodivergent power couple who see each other's traits and oddities and choose to work with them.
good afternoon i am finally delivering on the vimes tattoo agenda (+ bonus nobby)
carriage
a drabble for the prompt "carriage" from @thedrabblecollective ! this is set during Terry Pratchett's Guards! Guards! (can also be read on ao3)
Sybil only used her carriage to transport dragons, where she’d spend the ride fussing over them and making sure they didn’t explode. Now she had a man in her carriage and she didn’t quite know what to do. He was handsome, in his own way. A little grizzled for his age, shorter than her by a mile, and utterly bemused by her attempts to court him, but handsome. She couldn’t tell if the urge to fuss and keep him from exploding was just the environment or something else entirely. Perhaps if she invited him to dinner she could find out.
Chapter 12: Sybil does what's right (here on AO3)
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And then he stood up and slipped and fell and slid down with a yell and Sybil rushed forward and caught him and they both slammed into the wall, and then they were clutching each other and breathing hard, both soaked to the skin and shivering with the cold and smarting with new bruises.
A moment later, the lantern fell down beside them, went out and left them in the dark.
And Sybil was just going to whimper her wretched confession into the little space between them when Sam pulled her in tighter and kissed her hard.
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