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ren-is-real · 5 months
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HATCHETFEILD TRIO
Woah man NPMD made me actually lose it with hyperfixation so here’s the musical trio raghhh!!!!!
I was watching nightmare time for the first time while drawing these and I had to pause for a day to process jane’s a car because what the fuck guys
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deacblues · 3 months
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i meant to put this out on christmas, but my CSP license expired. also i've never drawn a kaftan before so let me know if i screwed that up.
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mspaghetti420 · 17 days
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I honestly don’t know where I personally stand on romantic or sexual or platonic attraction scale, but I DO know this club sounds cool and if I run I can be free on Tuesdays.
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axxilotl · 20 days
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Look at my meme, boy.
redraw of a scene in ff7 rebirth that i thought was super cutie patootie 💖💖 they're showing you a meme
more ff7 doodles and memes I made under the cut
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deadbnnuy · 11 days
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I had driver's ed today 🥰
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mango-fizz · 1 year
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some demon slayers 😳
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umblrspectrum · 1 year
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alright fuck you if you haven’t seen the episode yet Thats On You its free on youtube why are you going on a murder drones blog why haven’t you w
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witxhykaite · 4 months
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Very bored & Very tired
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pumpkyne · 5 months
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WAMMPPPP WOMMPP whiteboard stuff
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razzbery · 4 months
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JUST GOT BACK FROM THE LOVEJOY CONCERT 🔥🔥🔥
AH I FORGOT TO TAG MY FRIEND WHO TOOK THE PHOTOS 😭 @muffinydrawzzzzz HERE HES A COOL ARTIST GO FOLLOW HIM
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theboiledmarsh · 8 months
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Some people seem to like my hfjone fnaf Au Thingy so here are some concepts I did a bit ago because I haven’t drawn anything else
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Yayyy, Five Nights At Epic Burger.
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I CAN SEE INSIDE YOUR POCKETS!!! I KNOW YOU HAVE FOOD [dad reaching for snacks hand gesture]
[dating coach on youtube voice] REMEMBER guys, inspect your heavy's pockets on the first date, they're most likely hiding sandviches from you!!
[seagulls from finding nemo voice] MINE! MINE! MINE!!!
i can do bits about this forever apparently sorry if this jumpscares you, heavy players, i am just very hungry
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choosblaaggg-artblog · 9 months
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Art I’ve had in my camera roll.
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AListen my brother specifically asked for 2-D with a Murdoc foot on his head with a helmet. And also the one with the motorcycle.
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lordfreg · 1 year
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@rheawritesforfun​
so i forgot to post this when I drew it so; here’s your Christmas gift 💀
Alex and Milo chillin freaking out✨
CC: Milo: WDYM YOU’RE BEING BULLIED?!?!?! Why didn’t you tell us sooner!? We could have HELPED Alex: Only from Milo would I get yelled at for being bullied.
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ijwrsmff · 5 months
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Hiiii! Can I please request something with Soufflé? Maybe soft cuddling that leads to something else, but if you aren't comfortable with that, then just non binary (they / them) MA cuddling Soufflé after a long day?
- Soufflé anon 💕✨🌙
I mostly did the lead up TO something else if that's okay! Suggestive, and I tried to capture his character without having got him in my own game ;-; I feel like I played one of his events, but didn't get too far in it or at the very least it was a while ago. (Very sorry, I hope I did your boy justice ^^)
Thank you for requesting!
Word Count: 1,207
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All you could do was sigh when you got back home, and you headed to the bedroom only to flop down onto the bed. You groaned, and Souffle ran in, looking as confused as ever. He sat next to you, and patted your back awkwardly. You just knew Lilia and Vivian were clung tightly to him. He tended to keep them close to him at all times, and knew he could act differently without them. 
“Sorry Souffle…it’s just been a long day. Not up for doing anything really…” You took in a deep breath and turned over to lay on your back. “It’s good to see you though, you always calm me down.” You smiled, and he looked away with red cheeks. Reaching over with one hand, you took his free hand in yours. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke. 
“A long day? I know just the thing!” He gave you a small smile, and slid off the bed and over the span of a couple minutes made a sort of “pillow fort” in your bedroom. Your actual bed being in the center. He had a few little lights around in the room, fake candles and all that, so it looked really…well cute. “I-If I can…I could hold you? Make you feel safe?” He wouldn’t ever look at you when he made comments like that. Not unless he didn’t have his dolls with him. 
“Sure Souffle! That sounds nice.” Even your tone sounded worn out, and you maneuvered your way around the bed to be laying at the head of it. You laid down with your head on the pillow, and on your side as you patted the spot beside you. A yawn escaped, but by the time you had opened your eyes fully again, he was laying a foot or so away from you. It made you laugh quietly, and say “It’s okay! You can come closer.” 
He slid carefully, and slowly into your awaiting arms. When he wrapped his arms around you, you could feel the material of the dolls against your back. It wasn’t anything new, but it was comforting he’d let you get so close to them. He wasn’t exactly willing to let hardly anyone near Lilia and Vivian, let alone close enough to touch them. It showed how much he trusted you, and even just that made you trust him all the same. 
“Is…is this okay?” He hugged you a bit closer, before pulling back slightly to press his forehead against yours. He was making sure to not look at your eyes, knowing he could get so lost in them he wouldn’t be able to say more than a word or two. Though he did do it sometimes, it made him somehow even more flustered than he was on a regular basis. When he was already an extremely flustered person, it said a lot. 
“More than okay. Perfect even.” You laughed, and leaned forward slightly to kiss him. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it showed your feelings. He asked you often if you loved him, so you did everything in your power to make sure he felt loved. “I love you, Souffle. There’s no one else I’d rather cuddle with like this.” You kissed his nose, then relaxed more into his embrace. 
“I…love you too. All of me…loves you.” He sounded feeble, but the words were said with conviction. You knew he had another side, sometimes he was timid, but other times confident. Shy, then bold. It all depended on his mindset and how comfortable he was in a situation. Somehow, the dolls had something to do with it as well. But he always knew what he did no matter what he acted like, so it became common for you to even catch on to the slight changes. 
“It’s okay Souffle, I love all of you too.” A small laugh escaped, and he looked at you as if you were his whole world. And it may even be true, he certainly acted as if it was the case. He was precious to you, every detail. Every time he was happy, sad, any of it. “My Souffle…knowing how much you love me, only makes me love you more.” You reached and put your hands on either side of his face to pull him into a deeper kiss. 
He whined, loving the action and pulling you as close as he could. He was soft, and gentle as he kissed you. Even his hold on you, so careful as if he’d break you with any more pressure. He rolled his head to the side, and you did the same as you shared this intimate moment. Something changed though…he progressively got rougher. Still not rough itself by any means, but a noticeable difference. 
Your suspicions were confirmed when you felt his hands on your back, instead of the touch of Lilia and Vivian. The feelings went from comforting, to something more. You were pulled closer, and you felt his tongue run from the corner of your lips to your ear as he whispered, “I’ve missed you.” He chuckled, in a low and almost menacing tone. “Stressful day? I know how I can help you relieve that stress.” 
You were far from intimidated though, so instead you challenged him. “Think you can help me?” You laughed with him, and you let him roll you over onto your back while he hovered closely over you. “I think that’ll be alright. Though I’m not much in the mood for “rough” right now. Be gentle?” You tilted your head to the side and smiled up at him. 
“I suppose I could manage that.” He smirked, and leaned down, pulling you into another kiss. His hands wandered, from your back, around to your neck. Slow, but intentional. Using the tips of his fingers to span across your neck, and moving your head to the side so he had better access. “Don’t you just love it…coming back here, home to me. I can comfort you, confide in you…pleasure you. No one else can do that.” He chuckled against your neck as he trailed his lips along it. 
You sighed in contentment and let him do as he pleased. “My souffle…” You accentuated your words by putting emphasis on “my” and that little detail made him gently nibble on the soft spot on your neck as he chuckled at your words. He wasn’t always gentle, but right now he would be. “Not a human, not even a food soul I’d rather be with right now.” 
“Just as I am your Souffle…you are my y/n. Now and forever.” With the last word, he bit down just slightly harder and it made you gasp. “So now…I’m going to make sure you never have to worry about stress while I’m here.” His hands traveled, and rested on your chest as he squeezed, proving his point. 
“I want you to only think of me, okay?” He chuckled as he made sure you felt good, for him and him alone. “So for today, tomorrow, anything. No matter when or where we are, I’ll always make you feel good. Make you happy. Give you everything you could ever want. I’d do anything for you…” 
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lamuradex · 5 months
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Discworld Fanfic: The Other Trouser Leg
Based on Jingo, it tells the story of the other Vimes.
Wordcount: 3065
In Jingo, Sam Vimes' Dis-Organiser begins to malfunction, getting confused and giving him the schedule of the Vimes who stayed behind in Ankh-Morpork. He hears the horrors of what could have been. He hears as the Dis-Organiser reports the deaths of his men.
But, in theory, another Vimes would have gotten his schedule. A Vimes who was having a much worse day.
Please enjoy this tragic fanfiction.
The Other Trouser Leg
Vimes wandered down the street, puffing on a cigar. It wasn’t his usual walk. And even if it was, it hadn’t been for a while. The ceremonial truncheon in his belt saw to that. But someone needed to make sure this all didn’t go to-
Bingley-Bingley-Beep
Vimes groaned. “What is it now, you blasted thing?” he swore as he pulled out the Dis-organiser.
“6:34am Meeting with 71-Hour Ahmed in ruins of Tacticum,” the demon wittered, though it sounded unsure of itself.
“What are you on about?” Vimes stared at it. “I’ve never even heard of Tacticum, and why would I be meeting with that madman Ahmed?”
“Um… I don’t know…” the demon confessed, then went back inside the box.
Vimes put it away and got back to what he was doing. Organising the supplies to build defences. Someone had to, and Vetinari was gone, Lord Rust was abroad, thankfully, so there was only The Watch Regiment left to oversee things.
Captain Carrot, meanwhile, had essentially left by himself to get Angua. He’d come back to inform everyone of the mission, unlike any other valiant rescue in history, but Vimes had let him go. He’d wanted to follow. He’d been moments from sodding this whole war effort and leaving. But someone reminded him he was needed here. He was Commander of the Watch, and both Sybil and Carrot said he needed to delegate more.
So he had. Carrot would rescue Angua. Meanwhile he’d stay and look after Ankh-Morpork.
The decision didn’t sit right though. He should have been in the thick of it. Going after his corporal. Going after that bastard Ahmed. And the damned Dis-Organiser hadn’t been working all day. Less than usual. It was like it was giving him someone else’s appointments.
It was strange too, because Nobby and Colon had gone missing. So, with all his best men down, though best felt like an odd term, he had to take up the command himself.
So much for delegation.
“Alright!” he yelled to Detritus, who was carrying an entire cart of lumber rather than pulling it. “You, put the wood over there. We can make barricades along the roads.”
“And what should we be doing, sir?” said the smooth voice of Constable Visit beside him.
“Keep fighting to a minimum before the actual fighting starts,” Vimes commanded. “People might not be happy we’re blocking up their streets. And you, Littlebottom.” He looked around, then looked down.
“Yes, sir?” she answered.
“Make sure the barricades are being built. We put some of the dwarves on it, but you know how ornery they can get.”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed and hurried off.
Everything was going to plan… and that worried Vimes a little.
* * *
The barricades and many other defences were built. Fences and walls and barriers. It all looked a bit ramshackle, it was Ankh-Morpork workmanship after all, but hopefully it would hold.
Vimes wasn’t massively hopeful. All the same, men and women milled about, weapons readied, as Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler went about selling sausages to the troops. Some of them were even nervous enough to buy one.
Bingley-Bingley-Beep
Vimes groaned, but took out the Dis-Organiser anyway. “What is it now?”
“7:00am. Charging the armies of Klatch and Ankh-Morpork,” the demon said, stuttering slightly.
“But we’re Ankh Morpork. Why would we be charging ourselves?” Vimes asked, hoping to make the demon see sense.
It didn’t. The imp merely flapped its mouth a moment, scrunched up its lips, then gave up and vanished.
“Bloody thing,” Vimes cursed.
“Commander!” came a cry from the docks.
Vimes hurried down, not quite running, not quite strolling. It didn’t do to show how nervous he was. He even lit a cigar to show how casual he was being. Remarkably, it wasn’t an attack. A boat had pulled up to a jetty by the river gate. A boat with two occupants.
“Good morning, Commander Vimes,” Captain Carrot greeted brightly, stepping off the boat. “How goes everything here?”
“Captain?” Vimes stared in befuddlement. “What are you doing back?”
“Oh, mission accomplished, sir,” he said officially. Behind him, Angua stepped off the boat.
“But… how?” Vimes spluttered. “She was on 71-Hour Ahmed’s ship, wasn’t she?”
“Yes, sir. But when I got to Klatch, she was waiting by the shoreline. Says a metal spike poked through the bottom of the boat, she broke free, then she swam to shore. Ahmed’s people never came after her.”
“Wish he had, the little…” Angua trailed off, rubbing a red band on her neck.
“Well… Impressive, Captain. And you too, Corporal,” Vimes floundered.
“Thank you, sir,” the pair answered.
“Now, if we can just tighten up everything, we might be-”
“Sir?” Captain Carrot held up a hand politely.
“What is it, Captain?”
“We might have been spotted as we left Klatch,” Carrot said worriedly. He pointed out to sea. “It seems they might have followed us.”
Vimes followed his finger. He stared out to sea. The cigar fell from his mouth.
The horizon looked like a small forest. One in winter without a single leaf, as a field of masts poked up over the horizon. Hundreds of them.
* * *
Bingley-Bingley-Beep
“Everyone, fall back! Get to Sator Square! Shore up the defences!” Vimes yelled.
“7:48am. Meet with Prince Cadram and Lord Rust.”
“Just shut up, you daft thing!” 
It had all gone wrong. It had all gone wrong so quickly.
The boats had arrived on mass, with Morpork’s own navy having left with Lord Rust. Nets had been put up to stop them at the river gate, but the Klatchians cut straight through. The people of Ankh-Morpork were used to a scrap, but that was mostly broken bottles in taverns. Actual organised fighting was outside their comfort zone, and it showed. People ran, abandoned their posts. Others got stuck in, and immediately killed. The Klatchians were organised. With a shout of Klatchian words, presumably “For Prince Cadram” or some such, they were in the ports, in the streets, and cutting down anyone in their path. Vimes had been forced back with everyone else, fighting his way up Peach Pie Street with a sword and his ceremonial truncheon. The Dis-Organiser had also taken that moment to say he should be fighting enemy soldiers alongside 71-Hour Ahmed, so now he was sure it was broken.
But every armed man had met the Klatchians at the river gate. Now every armed man was falling back, with Vimes desperately trying to hold everything together.
Sator Square was a good gathering place, but it wasn’t exactly a defensible position. Too many entrances, too many paths, too many rooftops. But as soldier and civilian alike ran for their lives, it was still a good place for everyone to gather.
There weren’t as many people as there should have been.
“Alright everyone, we can hold our ground,” Vimes called to everyone. “Carrot, Angua, make sure there’s a man on every road in. Warn us if anyone’s coming. Detritus? If you hear someone call out, open fire. That should scare them.”
There was a clang as Detritus saluted, then he hefted his siege bow into the best spot.
“Everyone else! Build up those barricades. We need a way out, so suggestions are welcome.”
He had run this way hoping for a better way out. Perhaps to head into the Unseen University. Unfortunately the gates were sealed. Locked, bolted, and likely enchanted. Wizards didn’t do war, and that may have been a good thing. The palace was the next best bet, but that was some distance. Then there was the Watch House, but it would be a bit cramped with so many. But in terms of buildings they could defend…
Bingley-Bingley-Beep
“Thing to do today: Arrest Enemy Armies.”
“Enemy sighted!”
THWACK
Detritus had done as instructed, and fired a bolt like an oar down a road. The Klatchian at the other end would have been pinned to the wall, if the arrow had stopped. It was likely two streets over by now, even as Detritus reloaded.
“Fall back!” Vimes yelled. The Watch House it would have to be.
A crowd of terrified people, and rightfully nervous soldiers, and even more anxious guards all hurtled across town. Klatchian patrols surged along parallel streets, the sights of scimitars and turbans down most alleys. Vimes stopped at the Watch House door, and funnelled people inside. A few civilians, though most kept running. Some of the soldiers, though many were dead. Each of The Watch fled inside, some dragging injured people with them. Detritus was last, firing one last bolt up the street, and taking out eight men with one shot. Once the troll was in, Vimes closed the door and barred it.
This wasn’t a plan, hiding in the Watch House. They should be out there helping. But they’d really be out there dying. He counted off his corporals, his sergeants, his captain. Still no sign of Nobby or Colon, but there wasn’t time to worry. He just had to hope they were safe.
He even hoped Nobby was safe. It was an odd realisation.
He got back to the problem at hand. The enemy were literally at the door. Part of him cried out that they shouldn’t have an enemy. That Klatch was no better than them. But this thinking wasn’t helpful right now. He stressed for a plan. He needed a plan.
The wood of the front door began to bend, as shoulders battered it from the other side.
“Dorfl!” he called out. “Hold that door shut!”
“Yes, Commander,” the golem appeared, pressing his clay body against the door.
“Cheery?” Vimes beckoned.
“Yes, sir?” the dwarf emerged from a side room, axe in hand.
“Anything alchemical we can use? Burning, acid, lightning if you can make it.”
“I’ll do my best, sir.” She darted into her lab, which was an old latrine.
“Carrot?”
“Yes, sir,” the Captain was helping some civilians who’d followed them in.
“You’re one of our best fighters. Any weapons you can find. Arm everyone.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Angua-”
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. Force ceasefire of Klatchian War.”
“Would you shut up?!”
CRASH!
There was a smashing sound. The sound of masonry. Brick and stone and-
BOOM!
The door to the alchemy lab exploded, the wall behind it demolished. A small shape, axe still in her hand, launched through the door and landed with an unpleasant crunch at Vimes’ feet. There was a dent in her helmet like a hammer had hit it.
“Sir…” she gasped, as the last air left her lungs.
“Cheery!” Angua screamed.
“You make big mistake!” Detritus roared. As he charged, three Klatchians came through the broken door. One of them was about half the troll’s size and wielding a sledge hammer.
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. Welcome Vetinari for peace talks.”
“Detritus, wait!” Vimes yelled. But it was too late.
Detritus charged and grabbed the two men to either side. The one in the middle leapt clear. He then reeled back his sledgehammer and brought it down on Detritus’s skull.
“NO!”
Bits of stone fell like shrapnel to the floor, as Detritus collapsed onto the last man, crushing him. But there were more. A dozen more, all pouring through the gap.
“Upstairs now! Everyone!” Vimes yelled.
Everyone sprinted up the stairs. Surging past him, he counted them off as they passed. In the lobby, he saw Reg Shoe struggling to help Dorfl with the front door, only to get pinned to the wall with a scimitar, which barely seemed to inconvenience the man. Constable Visit came sprinting, a sword in one hand and pamphlets in the other. An arrow whistled past his ear and embedded in the stairs, with Visit veering to avoid it. He missed the stairs and wound up around the corner… where there were more Klatchians.
“Sirs, have you considered leaving your false religions and accepting the love and care of Om?” Vimes heard him say.
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. Watch Captain Carrot’s Football Match between Klatch and Ankh Morpork.”
There was a gurgling gasp.
He’d been trying to convert them to the end. Vimes could almost respect that.
“Dorfl!” he yelled to the golem.
Dorfl answered, moving away from the door to follow. This proved a mistake, as the door collapsed and three men with hammers followed the golem in.
“Behind you!”
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. Meet with Sergeant Colon and Betty.”
The hammers came down and took off Dorfl’s arm. He kept fighting, but two hammers took out a leg. As he balanced, the three hammers synchronised and met either side of his ceramic skull.
“Blast it all!” Vimes swore and sprinted upstairs, Klatchians hurrying towards him.
He hurried up a flight and found Carrot and Angua waiting. They had a large table, and bookcase, and pushed them down the moment Vimes was past. The furniture hurtled down and crushed three Klatchians on their way up.
“Where now, sir?” Carrot asked, somehow not sounding panicked.
“I… I don’t know. Up. Out my office window,” Vimes guessed. It had all gone so wrong.
They sprinted to the top floor, and towards Vimes’ office. Below, the bookcase had been made short work of, and the table thrown aside. Footsteps were running up behind them, and as they rounded a landing, a stray arrow flew up from below. It caught Angua across the arm, sizzling as it did.
“Silver! Bloody silver!” she swore. “71-Hour Ahmed had it too. They’ve done their research.”
“You two, get in there. I’ll hold them off,” Carrot said calmly. In the confusion he’d picked up Cheery’s axe, which while usually quite the faux pas in dwarf circles, didn’t seem to bother him too much here. He’d also drawn his sword, wielding both, standing wide across the corridor.
“Captain! Don’t be a fool!” Vimes ordered.
The footsteps were getting closer. Carrot tensed and readied.
“Captain!”
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. Return home to Ankh-Morpork,” the demon chimed like a death knell.
Vimes’ heart sank. He could see the horrible pattern unfolding around him. Carrot turned, gave him one last nod, and then charged at his approaching enemy, screaming like a dwarf.
“Carrot!” Angua leapt towards him, only to find Vimes’ arm around her waist, dragging her into the office. She struggled, but he threw her in, then bolted and barred the door with a chair.
“We need to go,” Vimes growled, marching to the window.
“But Carrot-”
“He’s dead. They’re all dead,” Vimes hissed. “They’re all dead because of that damned island. Because of this damned war. Because of-”
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. To do today-”
“AND YOU CAN SHUT UP AND ALL!” He hurled the Dis-Organiser at the wall, its case splintering against the brickwork.
He marched to the window and looked down. There were soldiers all over the yard, the street, and every one of them had gathered around the building. There was no way out. He looked back into the office, where Angua was on the floor. She looked like she should be weeping, but she was just staring at the door.
“That stupid, stupid, hero of a man,” she cursed him, eyes filling with tears. “Always having to do the right thing.”
Vimes slammed his hands into his desk. No way out. No hope. No survival. And then his eye landed on the Dis-Organiser. The broken, confused, annoying little…
Like a parting cloud, like the eye of the storm, he remembered. He’d been in this room. He’d had a choice to make. And after that, the Dis-Organiser had been wrong. Something about that moment. That choice.
He nearly didn’t stay. What if he’d have gone instead of staying?
They might still be alive.
Vimes breathed a sigh. In a way, being doomed felt quite liberating. No way of changing it, no more worries, no more reason to panic. There was just whatever life he had left to live.
But he did still have responsibilities.
“Angua,” he addressed, pulling her off the floor.
She couldn’t answer.
“I need you to get out of here. Find Sybil. Find Vetinari. Find anyone really, make sure they’re okay.”
“What about you? I can fight?” she tried to rally. She failed.
“With silver in their weapons, you’re as mortal as me. But you’re faster than me. You can get out that window and get away. I need you to find them, Angua. Maybe there’s hope yet.”
Angua went to argue, but couldn’t. She just looked him sadly in the eye.
“But what about you?” she finally said.
Vimes nodded. He looked over to the broken device on the floor.
“Dis-Organiser?” he beckoned.
“Y-Y-Yes, Insert New User Here?”
“To Do List.”
“Please enter To Do List.”
“To Do Today: Die.”
The machine gave a little affirming beep then fell silent.
Angua just nodded. As Vimes approached the door, there was a noise, and when he looked back there was a wolf at the window. With its jaws it threw open the window and leapt out onto the sill, and then along until it could jump to another house. Arrows flew up at it, but none met their mark.
Vimes turned back to the door. The wood buckled. Vimes readied his weapons. Finally, in a surge of splinters and blades, Vimes met his enemy.
“Bingley-Bingley-Beep. To Do Today: Arrest Vetinari.”
COMMANDER VIMES?
Vimes looked around. There was a body on the floor at his feet.
“How did I survive that?” he wondered.
YOU DIDN’T.
Vimes looked up. He looked up into hollow sockets and tiny blue pinpricks.
“Oh. I see.”
I BELIEVE THAT YOU DO.
“I guess that’s it then,” he accepted. “Tell me, are Sybil and Vetinari alright? Nobby and Colon?”
THAT ISN’T REALLY MY DEPARTMENT, MR VIMES.
“No. I suppose it isn’t, is it… But that means you haven’t seen them recently?” Vimes said hopefully.
NO, BUT THIS HAS BEEN QUITE A BUSY DAY. I WOULD LIKELY STILL REMEMBER THEM THOUGH.
“That’s good. That’s good,” Vimes sighed, as his form began to fade. “And what about that other Vimes? The one the Dis-Organiser was talking about?”
TIME AND SPACE ARE QUITE ODD, COMMANDER. WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN BUT WASN’T. AT LEAST NOT HERE.
“But is he alive?”
OH, I BELIEVE SO.
“And he ended the war?”
IN A SENSE, YES.
“And did he live happily? With Sybil?”
IT IS NOT MY PLACE TO JUDGE, BUT I THINK SO.
“That’s good,” Vimes accepted. “That’s good too.”
Finally, his form faded, and Death moved on to the next person in the building.
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