Vimes and Vetinari dialogues look great

they are flirting

"smiling nastily" 💀

Sam Vimes-core

how jingo went

close ups on his face, bc i like when hes holding on by a thread

what if lord vetinari got turned into a lizard again

vimes would you still love him if he was a lizard

it's been eons since i drew discworld fanart and it's based off verbal shitposting between me and my partner haha

bonus

Vimes gothic

• You are pissed off. Pissed off at whom? No one know. Maybe at the world, maybe at yourself. The world is pissed off with you too, and the sky is pissing down. And honestly? You feel like that’s just taking the piss.

• Some days there’s a Beast inside of you. Other days there’s a demon. And then other days you’re just really, really hungry. Ye gods, you want some bacon. You would like a bacon farm all to yourself. You sigh as you imagine bacon, that well-known food stuff, growing on its bacon trees, being ploughed up out of the bacon soil. Maybe you could have a bacon tree in the Watchhouse, as a sort of pot plant. You make a note to ask Cheery.

• There are puns. You don’t really notice. You have higher things to consider, more important things to do. Such as being really, really, really pissed off. See bullet point 1.

• You are on some sort of ship. You feel sick, but a strong, powerful, I’m-definitely-not-going-green-shut-up-Corporal-Nobbs sort of sick.

• Music plays. The notes entwine around you like the armour of heaven, and trickle into your soul, caressing your heart like a mother’s fingers caresses a child. All sins are forgiven; maybe even yours. What sins have you actually done? No one knows. Just Sins. Maybe your anger is a sin, maybe the drinking. Maybe it’s that time you laughed at the name “Littlebottom”.

• All sins are forgiven, though. But at the same time, you’re not about to forgive eg. Carcer’s sins, but then he doesn’t really matter, because he was like books and books ago. You’ve moved on. He hasn’t, he’s in the ground somewhere. You chuckle, drily. No one has ever managed to chuckle drily before. You have perfected it.

• You get on well with darkness. You are the darkness, and it is inside of you. You stand in the second darkest shadow, and you wait for the enemy to arrive. You stub your toe. It hurts. Now you’re pissed off again. Great.

• You arrest people. You are arresting. The turtle moves. You arrest more people. “Wow” they think. “That man who arrested me - he sure is arresting.” You smile as you put them in handcuffs. They imagine a different situation, with you putting them in handcuffs. They look at your face. They feel ashamed.

• There are tights, and they are hated. Sometimes, you have to wear the tights. You hate it, but a tiny, very very hidden part of you thinks “Damn. My legs are hot.” before being trampled on, ripped to pieces, and thrown out. You sigh.

• Something happens. “Ye gods” you say. “Yes?” say the gods. “Ye gods” you repeat. “Hello, yes, we’re here, what can we help you with, Comman-” they say, but you’ve already moved on. Blind Io sits back down. “I’m starting to feel like that guy’s just taking the piss.” The other gods answer “At least he’s not pissed off with us.” Blind Io pauses for a moment, and then nods. You are too hardcore, even for the gods.

• You threaten people with awful things, with no intention to go through with it. They believe you, and tell you everything. You marvel at the power of an image, the power of the imagination of the guilty. They feel like tossers. You smile.

• Your latin is rusty. Some latin is said to you, and you translate it flawlessly. “Gods” you think. “My latin is rusty” There is latin everywhere. Latin is everything. “Ye gods [see bullet point 10]” you think. “I wish I could translate latin better, it’s embarrassing” You still translate it all flawlessly. The latin dances around you like mirages in the desert. “I’m too rusty for this” you shout to the sky as you translate it easily, and without mistake. You are, in fact, flawless. You woke up like this.

• You are on a train. The train feels alive. You are fighting on top of a train. You feel alive. You rip of your shirt. You feel embarrassed, uncomfortable, and a little bit sexy. You put your shirt back on.

• There is paperwork. It is avoided. 

• You walk with Death. You stare Death in the face, and do not back down. Death takes out a book, and sits down. “TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE DONE, WON’T YOU?” he says, in a voice like gravel and universes breaking. You nod. Death’s quite a nice guy, you think, as you refrain from dying.

• You shout so loudly that your son can hear, even though you are far away. You shout through dwarves, armed with flamethrowers and axes. You shout through rock, deep, dark, strong, and pretty sound impenetrable. You shout through the air, miles and miles of air, all carrying your message of “WHEERREE’S MMYYYYY COOOWWWWW“. You have impressive vocals. Perhaps you should consider a retirement career in the opera. They’d like to have someone stable around. Maybe you and Sybil could do duets together, you idly think to yourself, as you knock dwarves flying. It’d be kind of romantic, right? 

• There is still paperwork. You employ someone to do it for you. “Ye gods [see bullet point 10] “I’m getting the hang of this management thing” you think, as you get bored of sitting in an office and go off an fight the bad guys yourself. Vetinari is amused. He likes it when you fight bad guys. You’ve never asked why.

cries blood ears of joy 

truly insane just how MUCH vimes thinks about vetinari when he's not around. like literally every 50 pages or so girl just cant help himself and always thinks some gay shit like 'hmmp. wonder if vetinari feels like This all the time" like hello? disc to vimes? u r down bad my guy

copperx2 showdown

Honorary mention for a quality Sam Vimes Dad Moment™

fucking fascinating to me how normal vimes and vetinari are about each other. like in the beginning they have this mutual antagonistic relationships which after the Events in the Dungeon turn into their famous psychosexual warfare and its like. they save each other from danger MULTIPLE times bc the city "cant afford to lose" the other. young havelock had a HUGGGE crush on keel who was VIMES. and he SAVED HIM and was his first fucking failed assignment do you UNDERSTAND?!?? and when vimes came back and his SON was born vetinari gifted him his old fucking watch house back and actively tried to spend time with him!??!!!?! and then there's vimes like what do you meannmn you were nearly frothing at the mouth when he was poisoned what do you MEAN its for the city you utter dumbfuck oh you can arrest literally anyone else but not HIM bc that's VETINARI you couldn't DO THAT?!!?! oh yeah oh SUREEEE sorry you're the only one who's allowed to kill him i forgot. why are they the way they are.

Honorary mention for a quality Sam Vimes Dad Moment™

(by mari.o)

one thing that i've noticed and begun to seriously appreciate upon rereading the watch novels is --

sam and sybil are not in love when they get married.

they like each other, but they aren't in love. and i think this is why sybil seems to be kind of in the background of men at arms and feet of clay, like, sure, she's his wife and he appreciates her and cares for her but he doesn't love her -- yet.

and i think it's the knitting moment at the end of jingo when it happens to him. like that john green quote about how you fall in love slowly and then all at once? i think the moment when he comes home and she's been trying to knit him socks but she's no good at knitting and so it ends up being a scarf instead of socks -- i think that's the "all at once".

and then after jingo, suddenly sybil matters more to him, appears more in his thoughts, he's so proud of her in the fifth elephant for everything she does (she is such a badass in the fifth elephant), and it's the cigar case she gave him that is what he longs for amd desperately needs to hold onto in night watch, the memory of her. she's much more important to him and his perspective in the later watch books, and yes the doylist interpretation is that sir terry developed the relationship more as he grew as a writer because he didn't feel like he was very good at writing romance, but i like the watsonian interpretation --

that sam vimes was not in love with sybil ramkin when he married her, but instead fell madly in love with her along the way.

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welcome to self indulgence town ✨

A VetVimes comic! Based on an image that appeared in my brain after reading Feet of Clay that sent me into a fugue state for a month after which I awoke with about 25 pages sketched out (and counting)

future updates will be a single page but I wanted this one to have 4 to be a lil introduction to the Vibes

Fun fact pages 3 and 4 were basically the first times I drew Vimes and Vetinari

These two have definitely moved to an interesting territory. Having conversations with glances. :-)

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‘Might I enquire, Vimes, why one of my most conscientious and most decidedly civilian clerks was in a position to do this?’

Vimes shifted uncomfortably. ‘He was inspecting. Learning all about us, sir.’ He gave Vetinari the look which said: if you take this any further I will have to lie.

Vetinari returned one which said: I know. ‘You yourself are not too badly injured?’ the Patrician said aloud.

‘Just a few scratches, sir,’ said Vimes.

Vetinari gave him a look which said: broken ribs, I’m certain of it.

Vimes returned one which said: nothing.

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Also... Arresting fellow, hmmm? If you say so, Havelock...

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‘Sam Vimes once arrested me for treason,’ said Vetinari calmly. ‘And Sam Vimes once arrested a dragon. Sam Vimes stopped a war between nations by arresting two high commands. He’s an arresting fellow, Sam Vimes. Sam Vimes killed a werewolf with his bare hands, and carries law with him like a lamp—’

Year ago i promised to my sister that I will correct, lineart and colorize her fanart for Feet of Clay…well here it is