Granny Weatherwax and Sam Vimes wouldn’t get on at all, and they’d never admit why, but it’s because they’re too similar. They both have an internal morality more sturdy and unmovable than a mountain, they both know they contain the capacity for great evil, but keep themselves in line with self discipline the likes of which most people couldn’t dream of. They both know about the importance of choice, and of truth, and of autonomy. If either of them were able to look past their aversion to seeing their own reflection, and worked together, they’d be fucking unstoppable.
Something about two of the main Discworld series being focused on these intensely determined, stubbornly moral people just really means a lot to me. You’ve got Moist using his criminal mind to help people, and the wizards doing whatever wizards do, and Death showing kindness to people in their most vulnerable moments. And you’ve got these two, making the world a better place whether it likes it or not. It will get better, or else, they say. Or else you’ll have me to deal with.
‘Blessings be on this house,’ Granny said, perfunctorily. It was always a good opening remark for a witch. It concentrated people’s minds on what other things might be on this house, and reminded them about any fresh cakes, newly-baked bread or bundles of useful old clothing that might have temporarily escaped their minds.
Granny Weatherwax was the strongest witch in the Discworld books. When Sir Terry Pratchett found out he was dying, he needed to say goodbye to his fans. He did that through the passing of the beloved character of Granny Weatherwax in “The Shepherd’s Crown”
Even though when he was already gone when I started reading the discworld books, it was still very heartbreaking. She also kept bees as part of her specialty and after she passed, her protégé had to tell the bees. I’ve always felt like us the readers were Sir Terry’s bees.
My favorite character by my favorite writer, Terry Pratchett. He is the best. The best to me. I am so grateful for the way he teaches me adult wisdom. Without humor, romance, creativity, and our fairy tales and stories, we can't survive, you know?
Eskarina! She ends up looking a bit like Granny, due to convergent evolution.
Esk: You've missed my BA graduation, my wedding, my MA graduation, my baby shower, my husband's funeral, my PHD graduation, not to mention every single one of my son's football matches. I am disowning you as my mother figure.
Granny, who was in a 15-year time skip: Your what?
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.
‘Listen, happy endings is fine if they turn out happy,’ said Granny, glaring at the sky. ‘But you can’t make ’em for other people. Like the only way you could make a happy marriage is by cuttin’ their heads off as soon as they say “I do”, yes? You can’t make happiness . . .’ Granny Weatherwax stared at the distant city. ‘All you can do,’ she said, ‘is make an ending.’