#constable visit

[chechula]

Reg(Undead yes, unperson no) and Visit(-The-Infidel-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets), on their way to do some activism in the streets of Ankh-Morpkpork ♥ for Ari ♥

[scarecloud69]

Things To Never Say To Someone Who Just Came Out - Discworld Edition: Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

(source, art my own)

[dimity-lawn]

[moss-under-a-rock]

I am not normal

The base is from pinterest

[erkauberscream]

reg & visit - doodles from 2021

[headcanonsandmore]

Guess who just completed a 1000-piece jigsaw?

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The main reason most alien planets the Inspector and his Associates visit have Earth-like conditions is

it saves on the Wardrobe Department creating new spacesuits for every Associate and every new world visited. And, the programme tries to avoid using wires to simulate low- or zero-gravity environments.

[average-wellington-wellie]

Visiting the Constable

OOC: I wanted to write the next entry in Alan’s story in fic format, so this one’s a one-shot for you, folks! Story is under the cut <3

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Early in the morning, Alan Days began his trek to a certain constable's house. Chilly air brushed across his skin as he walked, the only other sound besides his soft breathing being his boots' soles against the asphalt.

With every step he took, Days felt more and more anxious; the last time he had seen the constable was when he had to pick up his wife Carolyn when she "had a couple sips of whiskey and stumbled [her] way over to his house."

'Yeah, likely story, Carolyn,' Alan thought bitterly at the memory.

It didn't take too much longer for him to get to the location he desired, but he wished it did. He didn't want to start a fight, nor get into any trouble. 'It's just to talk and maybe ask questions, Alan, how hard can it really be?'

Alan took a deep breath, then let it out slowly to calm his nerves. Then he took initiative, stepping up to the door and knocking politely. He heard some rustling around inside before the door slowly opened. A rather tired-looking man wearing just a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top stood on the other side.

“Hello, Constable Dice. I’m sorry to bother you at such an early time,” Days began, “but I wanted to get this over with. May I come in?”

Constable Dice rubbed his eyes, then nodded, moving out of the way so his guest could enter. “Yer always welcome here, y’know, Alan.”

“O-oh! Thank you, that’s- that’s really kind of you.” Alan’s cheeks warmed slightly at the kind gesture. “I… have some things I need to talk to you about.”

Dice sat on his sofa and patted beside him, nodding to the other to continue once he sat. The smaller man softly thanked him before saying, “It’s about Carolyn. I know she made everything up.”

“I- ack!” The constable nearly choked on his own saliva. “U-uhm, hold on a moment.” He cleared his throat and shook himself awake a bit, then gently wrapped his arm around Alan. “I’m sorry.”

Days gave him a confused look. “What, did you have something to do with it?”

“Nay, I jus’… I heard about it, since the other bobbies were gossipin’ about the whole thing.” Dice looked at the carpet, idly tracing the patterns with his eyes. “I didn’t want to believe it. But I shoulda told ya the rumors anyway, and tha’s on me.”

Alan sadly nodded and reached up to hold the other’s hand that was on his shoulder. “I can’t blame you. I… I was nervous about coming here. I was scared I’d lose a friend, because maybe we’d fight or you’d have something to do with the whole thing. I knew you wouldn’t do something so… awful, but it’s hard to trust people right now.”

"I understand, and I'm sorry." Dice held Alan close and let him cry into his chest. "Tha's it, let it all out... Ye can stay with me as long as ya need to."

"Thank you, thank you, Dice," Days whimpered, clinging to the larger man.

Dice placed a soft kiss atop Alan's head. "Anythin' fer you, Alan."

[thelastspeecher]

Also, I liked how Snuff revealed Cheery has a crush on Carrot. But she's not going to do anything about it, of course, as he's spoken for.

Like, that's just so cute and sweet. And of course Cheery has a crush on Carrot. I would too if I wasn't a lesbian.

[scareclouddraws]

second batch right from the oven!!

!! Feel free to use them for memes, edits, or profile pictures !!

just please tag me (this blog or @scarecloud69)

characters names under cut

(left to right, top to bottom)

Twoflower

Willikins

Visit-The-Infidel-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets

Sergeant Fred Colon

Detritus

The Librarian

Greebo (Human Form)

Susan Sto Helit

Nanny Gytha Ogg

Lady Sybil Vimes (Ramkin)

Cheery Littlebottom

Magrat Garlick

First batch, more on the way!!

(left to right, top to bottom)

Mustrum Ridcully

Samuel Vimes

Havelock Vetinari

Moist von Lipwig

Death

Angua von Überwald

Adora Belle Dearheart

Nobby Nobbs

Granny Esme Weatherwax

Ponder Stibbons

Rincewind

Carrot Ironfoundersson

[hellhoundmaggie]

I wish I could do all these FL OC games but I just can't get into the head of my character. She's more a vehicle I use to explore the game than a character in her own right. I have a much easier time getting into the head of my MOTR character, but I simply can't imagine her as a 60+ year old running around and having adventures with everybody's ocs I'm sorry I'm sorry

[angualupin]

“We are here, and this is now.” Constable Visit, a strict believer in the Omnian religion, occasionally quoted that from their holy book. Vimes understood it to mean, in less exalted copper speak, that you have to do the job that is in front of you.

--Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine Jason or Dick being jealous or pissed over Damian being a thirdwheel/cockblocked unintentionally with their gf lmao

That would be a funny sight to see. To make it worse, their gf loves spending time with Damian, viewing him as a smol tsundere cat-looking child that they want to kiss or nuzzle his cheeks whenever he's present lol. Of course with his consent.

Jason felt as though Damian had it out for him sometimes…

He couldn’t explain why as during the times that he did interrupt a sweet moment regarding you and him, they were few and far between for Jason to think that Damian was doing this coincidentally, but it happened too many times for him to count on one hand for it to not be apart of some grander scheme of his.

You however disagreed with that statement but Jason called you out on your bias towards his younger brother, meaning that your opinion was invalid.

You warned him that you wouldn’t cuddle him for a week if he tried that shit with you again…Jason was quick to concede to your demands because he honestly couldn’t live without your cuddles. But that didn’t change the fact that he truly believed that Damian not so secretly had it out for him, and it drove him to near insanity that he couldn’t prove it to you because Damian always acted prim and proper within your presence, clinging to your side from the moment you enter Wayne Manor up until you had to leave; all the wile acting like a demon spawn with him.

‘You feeling sleepy there chipmunk?’ Jason uttered softly upon noticing you trying your hardest to stay awake while mid-way through reading his book.

‘You’re being too comfortable Jaybirdie. I’m naturally going to fall asleep on you eventually.’ You murmured, snuggling closer into him to leech off of his warmth, pushing your head up so that it went from resting on his chest to resting against his shoulder and looking into his eyes. ‘Can I have a kiss?’ You asked. ‘What’s the magic word?’ Jason teased and when you pouted, he only chuckled and rested his forehead against your own, brushing his nose against yours. ‘I’m joking sweetheart, you can have all the kisses you want.’ He speaks lowly against your lips and just when he was about to kiss you, another voice spoke up from across the room.

‘Todd, l/n.’

‘Fucking- Jesus Christ.’ Jason flinched away from you and his eyes settled on Damian, who was stood at the end of the plush couch with a book of his own in hand, and asks. ‘Damian, what’re you doing here?’ You gave Jason a harsh nudge in the side along with a warning glare, only to visibly brightening upon seeing Damian. ‘Hi Damian! Don’t mind Jason he’s being a grump, would you like us to make room for you to sit down?’ Before Damian could get a word out you were already looking towards Jason and he groaned as he begrudgingly shifted to the other side of the couch.

‘Thank you l/n, I don’t know what Todd would be without your influence.’ Damian said as he took his seat in the space made available between you and Jason and cracked open his book that was filled with detailed descriptions of artists such as Claude Monet, John Constable and Jan Van Goyen just to name a few. ‘Unbelievable.’ Jason scoffed, looking anywhere other than you and Damian, impatiently tapping his finger against the arm on the couch for every second that Damian overstayed his welcome.

You however were thriving on the time you got with Damian as he showed you some of his favourite artists, telling you why that was while also information dropping interesting facts about art in general; You weren’t well versed in art and you weren’t claiming that you were but you silently thanked him for putting it into words that you could easily understand without feeling too out of your depth. After all it wasn’t very often that you visited the Wayne Manor but when you did, Damian was often the first -if not only- family member you wanted to see first and foremost.

‘You coddle him too much.’ Jason complained once after seeing you tightly hug Damian upon finding out he had come home from clearing a particularly dangerous mission all by himself. ‘I do not!’ You rebutted, crossing your arms. ‘Uh hate to break it to you chipmunk but you do in fact coddle him.’ Jason insisted, not liking the fact that he now had to share your attention with the little shit. ‘Then let’s ask him then.‘ you looked at your side where Damian was leaning against, minding his own business as he petted Alfred the cat’s black fur while the feline looked close to falling asleep. ‘Damian do I coddle you too much?’

Damian hummed as he looked into Jason’s eyes with a deadpan expression and said. ‘No you don’t, Todd’s just being jealous.’ And just like that he went back to petting Alfred the cat without a care to see the murderous look Jason was shooting him, all the while you were non the wise and were thrilled at the fact that Damian out right admitted to enjoying your company.

‘Isn’t he just the sweetest thing.’ You said to Jason who was gritting his teeth. ‘Oh ain’t he just.’ He spat and Damian smirked as he rested more of himself against you just to hear Jason growl. This was going to be a long weekend.

Dick Grayson didn’t mind Damian joining you at first, he even encouraged it purely out of the idea that Damian would get accustomed to your presence- thinking that it would form a bond between you- but Dick would soon learn that it would ultimately be his undoing.

‘Dick! Stop!’ You squealed as you poor attempts to push him away were dismissed as his hold on you tightened, pulling you further against him as he briefly put a stop to his bombardment of kisses to make a face of thought.

‘Hmmm let me think on that…I don’t think I will.’ He said as he continued to pepper kisses across your face to his heart content, all the while purposefully avoiding kissing your lips much to your growing dismay as you tried to steal at least one kiss from his lips, only to find yourself being unsuccessful in your many attempts.

‘Close but I appreciate a good attempt.’ Dick teased, pressing a kiss to your nose before cutely rubbing his nose against yours and choosing to keep his face close to your own, his lips becoming a smirk. ‘Though if a kiss is what you wanted, all you needed to do is ask and I would’ve happily obliged.’ He chuckled and pulled his face away when you tried to lean in for a kiss. ‘Stop pulling away.’ You whined and Dick couldn’t help but find it infinitely cuter when you tried to reach out to him, only for him to kiss the back of you hand before intertwine your fingers.

‘Then ask me to kiss you.’ He said. ‘Ask me to kiss you and then we’d both be happy.’ He adds on, not wanting to reveal how desperate he was for your sweet, sweet kisses just yet. However fate had other plans for him when Damian burst into the room and you had immeditly pushed Dick off of you so hard that he landed on the hard flooring of his bedroom.

‘Damian!’ You cheered. ‘How’s my favourite Wayne doing today?’

‘Your favourite?’ Dick groaned as he got up, rubbing his aching back as he looked over at the two of you, pouting. ‘I thought I was your favourite.’ Dick felt a little betrayed that you would easily discard him for his younger brother like you did, but knew that you meant nothing by it other then just raw excitement at seeing his younger brother after so long.

‘I’m doing well.’ Damian replied, giving you a small smile as he welcomed your tight hug before looking over at his older brother who looked like a kicked puppy. ‘Still putting up with Grayson and his dramatics?’ You dramatically slumped your shoulders. ‘It might as well be considered my full time job at this point.’ You joked, smiling upon hearing Dick’s gasp of disbelief.

‘I’ll have you know I am a delightful person!’ He defended himself, crossing his arms and looking away from you both. You and Damian shared a look. ‘Yeah a delightful pain in my ass.’ You whispered under your breath as you looked back at Dick while Damian smirked. ‘Are you still pouting?’ You asked.

‘Obviously!’ Dick exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air, ‘tonight was meant to be date night. Our night.’ He said, somehow managing to pout even further as he continued to glare as the opposing wall as though it had personally insulted him just now. ‘I’ll make it up to you so can you please quit with the dramatics.’ You said but Dick didn’t move and only huffed in response, showing that wasn’t good enough for him.

‘Wanna go for a walk Damian? Maybe that’ll help you with the lack of inspiration for your latest art piece?’ You then brought your attention back to the young man with the emerald eyes as he visibly perked up at the offer. ‘I could go for a walk.’ He replied and just before leaving the room he casted his eyes towards Dick. ‘What’s about him?’

‘Yeah what about him.’ Dick said sarcastically from his corner, causing you to look to the ceiling with a disbelieving smile upon your lips. ‘He can come but only on the condition that he stops being pouty.’ You said and for a minute it was silent until you felt a pair of strong arms at your waist and his face buried in your neck. ‘Only if we can go back to our regularly scheduled date night.’ Dick muttered against your skin. ‘Without Damian.’ He adds and you rub your hands over the back of his reassuringly. ‘Certainly my little dickie bird. No need to get jealous of your little brother now. It’s not a good look on you.’ You teased him this time and dick groaned. ‘Only when you stop encouraging his behaviour.’ He said.

You scoffed. ‘Says the one who was all for us having a bond.’

‘And I’ve learnt my lesson.’ Dick retorted. ‘There’s only room for one person in your heart and it’s me and I’m not sharing.’ You cooed as you pressed a kiss to his temple. ‘Careful there, you almost sound possessive.’ You taunted him, having way too much teasing him and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

‘So what if I am?’ Dick asked.

‘Then I’d say that you have nothing to worry about,’ you reassured him, picking one of his hands from your waist and kissing it before allowing it to go back to your waist, ‘you’ll always be my number one dickie bird.’

It was sad that date night didn’t go to plan but by the end of the night you, Dick and Damian were fast asleep on the couch with Dick flat on his back and holding you against his chest, while you held Damian against your chest and Damian cuddling up to the both of you and holding onto you tightly; deathly afraid of letting go but his grip going completely slack upon falling asleep.

[sketch-fish]

And last ones so far for the initial batch, Cheery and Visit. Yes I know I dropped titles after the first couple but I can't change those now because of this inadvisable post structure. Ah well. It'll work better in the future when I don't actually have a couple all lined up at once. Anyway, that's all from Discworld for the time being, I've got a half finished Dorfl and Reg still sitting around.

Starting off some sketches of the Ankh Morpork City Watch (from Discworld) with Commander Vimes and Captain Carrot. More Watch members to follow.

[apeirotilio]

inside every discworld fan is a Constable Visit with a stack of explanatory pamphlets waiting to burst out at the merest suggestion, like a werewolf at full moon

[not-terezi-pyrope]

I think that living in a culture where we expect almost all narratives to exist primarily in a textual form has left us woefully complacent to the intangibility of oral stories, where they still exist.

For instance, when I was a small child, my grandmother would during her visits regale me with episodic installments following fictional characters that, as far as I can tell, were entirely of her own spontaneous devising. The two of these I can remember most clearly are "The Forgettis" and "Rebel and Jim".

The Forgettis was a comedy following the misadventures of an absurdly over-extended family of Italian nationals, The Forgettis, who were cursed with a sort of hereditary amnesia that would cause them to periodically forget all prior context of their lives and invent new ones. After all several dozen of them visited the UK on holiday, they promptly forgot that they were on holiday at all, and settled into an abandoned petrol station on "Gasworks Lane" after their tourist coach stopped there to refuel and they never got back on.

The patriarch of the family, Giuseppe Forgetti, was often at the center of things, but most episodes would involve several family members getting lost and subsequently adapting to fulfill some bizarre new occupation based on whatever they found in their surroundings. A particularly memorable episode involved most of the family leaving the Gasworks, only to return and find it had overgrown into an indoor jungle, and the sole remaining member of the family had adapted into a sort of safari hunter persona, managing the population of unlikely exotic animals that had taken up residence.

Rebel and Jim was a fantasy crime procedural about police constable "Jim" and his talking dog, "Rebel", who would make use of a number of supernatural items and allies to catch ne'er-do-wells. Their signature tool was their flying cloak - a cloak that allowed Jim to fly when worn, so long as Rebel sat on top of his head to also be under the cloak. They were also friends with the "Rock Monster", a sort of granite earth elemental who lived underground, but who was frequently confused with the identically named "Rock Monster", who as best as I remember was a sort of "rock and roll elemental".

These stories were pretty formative to my childhood, looking back, but the sad things is that the above recollections - the most I can recall concretely after thinking for ten minutes or so - are likely all that is recoverable of what I know were some pretty sprawling sagas with many episodic story arcs. I can no longer ask my grandmother, as she passed away from dementia two years ago. I can barely remember any details of Rebel and Jim at all, and I'm fairly sure there were other stories I can't even remember the names of. What I have written above may be the only record of them that will survive into posterity, which seems so sad for something that had a pretty big impact on me and are some of my fondest memories of my grandmother from my childhood.

The really frustrating thing is that I am sure that at one point she made attempts to write parts of these stories down - I remember seeing word documents! - but I have no idea where those would have survived, if at all. As far as I know we don't have any of her old computer hardware from what would have been 15-20 years ago. And that's still so recent! Imagine the equivalent when a story has been lost for several decades or centuries, no matter how impactful in its time.

So much so easily lost. When oral storytelling was the only storytelling form, people knew what was up and would make efforts to memorize and preserve stories. But instead if something isn't written down it so often just slips away.