#more writing for the soul!!!

[posthocpaganda]

A collab between me and @doctaaaaaaaar in honor of the great TIESWEEP of 2023!

@tmnt-crossover-polls

I hope you enjoy! We had a lot of fun writing this!!!

“A tie?!” Damian shouts, looking at the group of turtles and doctors across from them. “We tied?” 

Now, here they are, sequestered in a corner with four other turtles and four other humans. At least there are humans. No matter how annoying they seem.

Michael pats his shoulder a solemn look on his face, which would be a lot more believable if his tail wasn’t wagging a mile a minute. Not only was he forced to sing in front of all of these turtles, he doesn’t even get the sweet release of getting to sit. He has to do it again. With a new group of people. 

The turtles all have masks, blue, red, orange, and purple. He assumes the other orange is a Michael.

“Technically,” The guy who was singing about being a dentist says, “You lost.”

“But we are going into the next round together.” Blue mask interjects, looking away slightly sullen. It’s not like Damian wanted to be here either.

“Woah, Robin!” Michael interrupts, making the other turtles jump. The man with shaggy blonde hair looks over with interest. “Our stickers changed!” 

Looking at it, it did. Instead of “A Heart of Sunflower", now it says, “Post Heart”. 

“Duude!” Other Michael says, “It did change! No more latin for us!” 

"Well, the first word is still Latin, Mikey" says the purple banded turtle.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Donnie" he replies skeptically "So, we're a team right? That's awesome, I'm Mikey! And these are my bros and the doctor squad!" 

The humans in question exchange a few, doubtful glances at that and one of them approaches Damian, extending his right hand for a handshake.

"I'm doctor Chase and these are Cameron, Foreman and House, nice to meet you" he says with a smile "I like your Robin costume, it's really well done." 

Damian scoffs, ignoring the hand, “It’s not a costume, you plebeian.”

Michael steps in front of Damian, “Hi! I’m also Mikey! Are you guys from around Gotham then? Not many people here have recognized Robin!” 

At that, all the strangers freeze up at the same time, giving Robin a wide eyed look.

"No way…" says the other Michael, immediately recovering, his face lighting up with a wide, awed smile "You're for real Robin like, actually him!?" He practically screeches.

"No, of course not. That's just…" says another one of the doctors. He trails off, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before speaking up again "Is your name Dick Grayson?" He asks, looking incredibly put off by his own question. 

Damian tenses, eyes narrowing and hands reaching back for his katana. “How do you know that name?” 

Michael, apparently doesn’t see the severity of the situation, because he just snorts. At Damian’s scathing look, he smiles sheepishly, “Sorry, sorry, I just can’t imagine you acting like Dick.”

"It's alright!" Exclaims the blue banded turtle, posture shifting slightly, arms coming together and fingers playing with his arm wrappings. Blue is on guard now, and Damian can see the outline of a knife shifting as he moves the wrappings, "You are just very famous in our universe and you don't exactly have… a secret identity–"

"By famous" interrupts the older man "he means fictional. And really, Foreman? Of course he isn't Dick Grayson look at that uniform!"

"So he's… Jason Todd?" Asks the first doctor, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Isn't Robin's name Tim Drake?" Says the woman.

Drake? They’re mistaking him…for Drake? Putting aside the idea of being fictional, being mistaken as Tim is too far. “How dare you. I will not take this level of disrespect!” 

Before he can go off on a (well deserved) tangent about all the ways he is better than Tim, and Jason for that matter, Michael places a hand on his shoulder. “None of them are Robin anymore.”

"So Batman is real in your world?" Asks the red turtle, his jaw dropping. He opens and closes his mouth a few times like he's trying to find his words, "Do you have a batarang?"

“Of course he’s real.” Damian scoffs, reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a batarang. Damian tosses it in the air, before catching it, just so they can get a good look. The three younger doctors jumped slightly at this, still speechless. 

Michael grins at the red one, “The Batcave is awesome! It’s so huge! And it has a T-Rex!” 

"That's really interesting," says the purple one "Of course, if the multiverse is infinite it makes sense that Batman would be a real person somewhere but it makes me wonder–"

"Dude" the other Michael interrupts with a scowl "he just said the Batcave is real and has a T-Rex and you're talking about boring science stuff! Can I ride the T-Rex? Wait! Can I try the batman costume, while riding the T-Rex!?"

“Omigosh!” Michael squeaks suddenly, “That’s such a good idea, other me! The best idea! Robin! Robin can I plllleeeaaassseeeee try on one of Batman’s suits and get on the T-Rex?” 

Damian blinks at him, a…good idea? Damian doesn’t think so, not at all. But if he doesn’t, Stephanie or Duke will. He settles for a, “We’ll see.”

"So, Robin and Mikey right?" Asks the blue one "It's nice to meet you. Let's work together and give a good showing alright?" He said with a gentle, friendly smile.

At this the older man shakes his head.

"His name's Damian. Son of Bruce Wayne and Ra's Al Guhl's daughter" he says smugly, "It's clear by the costume, the way he acts and the fact that he's carrying a katana. You are a teenager you should know these things.''

The blue turtle crosses his arms, his eye twitching for a second.

"And you made fun of me for liking Star Wars?" 

"The difference is that I own it" He answers with a smirk. 

Damian tenses, that’s too much information on him, fictional character or not. Thankfully, for the old doctor, Michael steps in, “Star wars? Is that like Jupiter Jim? My Leo really likes Jupiter Jim. I mean, we all do, but Leo the most.”

At this, the blue turtle shifts from one foot to the other, visibly flustered.

"Oh, I didn't see any of your brothers during your number" interjects the woman, leaning slightly towards Michael with an open, sincere smile, "are they here too?"

Damian watches Michael’s face fall slightly, trying to scavenge up an answer that won’t break the temporary bubble they have created here.

The older man tsks in disapproval.

"And they say I don't have any tact! Something clearly happened to them, Cameron. He's trying hard to overcompensate with the exaggerated cheerfulness but it's obvious that he's very upset about it!" 

At that, Michael full on flinches, eyes flitting to the other four turtles before settling down at the floor. “That is rich coming from you, you unctuous man. You have as much tact as condiment man, and even less charisma.” 

"Ohhhh fighting words," he replies, eyes flashing with amusement, "but I'd be careful to get into a verbal fight with someone that knows a lot about your mommy issues."

“Hey,” Michael says, “Let’s not fight, please. We’re supposed to be working together.” 

Damian glares at both of them, “I don’t take kindly to threats.” 

The other doctors give the man a warning glance as the other Michael takes a step closer towards them.

"Let's try to get along. Why fight when we could be friends! It's me and Robin, with them in our team we'll totally win this thing! No one will be able to beat us! And then we'll get an awesome prize!"

"Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself there Mikey?" Asks the red one raising an eyebrow.

"Pshhhh of course not!" He dismisses with a wave of his hand.

"Yeah! I’m--other me’s right! We’ll kick their asses! We just gotta work together!” He puts his arm around Damian’s shoulder. 

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Leo takes a long, appraising look at their new team. 

The two Mikeys seem to get on like a house on fire while Robin hovers by their side, watching them bicker and trying to hide a small smile. Raph and Donnie are avidly participating in the conversation too, asking so many questions about how their world works. About the Justice League and the many wonderful, fascinating things that are so different from their home. 

Even the doctors –except House, of course– seem in higher spirits.

He smiles, feeling hopeful.

Their chances seem better than ever.

"Hey!" Calls Mikey, snapping him out of his reverie "Leo! Who are we up against next anyway?"

Leo furrows his brow, thinking.

Who was it again?

"We're not participating in the next round I think" he says.

"Yeah, true," nods Donnie, "we get a break."

But after that who was it?

"I think it was either two shades or blue or…" he trails off, trying hard to remember the other contestants. He has it right on the tip of his tongue.

That's when a sudden burst of loud, excited voices explodes behind them. Leo turns to see a very distinct group passing by them. Four young turtles, one identical to their own new Mikey, accompanied by an older–

Oh no.

"Ghost in the shell" he squeaks out, voice tight with dread.

Suddenly no one in their team seems very optimistic. 

"Come on guys" he tries with a grimace, in a significantly bad attempt at keeping his spirits up "Just because we're up against them doesn't mean we have to lose!"

To this, only Raph has something to say.

"Yep, we're fucked"

[linkedin-offficial]

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[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

you can't stop me lovin' myself ♡ for @kimtaegis

[blushlambs]

more of patrick’s controversially young college gf!! (18+) (part one) (🌀)

patrick had never been a believer in spirituality; it simply wasn't his thing. but that night he met her.. something inside him shifted. it was as if their souls had entwined. as their bodies connected, he could almost sense her divine essence merging with his, a profound unity that defied logical explanation. the intensity of this sudden infliction of confusion had patrick’s mind reeling. he had never felt like this for anyone before.. let alone a girl in her early twenties.

he found himself thinking about her constantly, her presence haunting his thoughts and dreams. It wasn't just a physical connection; it was as if she had awakened something dormant within him, a yearning for something more profound and meaningful. he caught himself eagerly checking for her texts each morning, he found himself smiling at every new photo and replaying every audio message just to hear her voice. he was captivated by her in a way that surpassed infatuation; it was a deep affection that left him feeling vulnerable.

on tour, he resorted to sleeping in his car again so he could spend his savings on gas to visit her as much as he physically could. to him, every sacrifice was worth it just to catch that look of admiration in her eyes when she spotted him in the hallway of her dorm. the warmth of her embrace, coupled with the innocent smile that typically graced her face made it all worthwhile in his mind.

“hi baby, miss me?” he teased, dropping his bags to lift her effortlessly, her legs draping around his waist. “you gotta stop coming here without warning me!” she protested playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck. “why’s that? got a little boyfriend i don’t know about?” a mischievous grin spread across his face as he held her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace and the familiar scent of her presence. “never.”

they tended to spend most of their time together in isolation, restricting themselves to the comfort of her dorm room. despite their deep connection, she knew how people on campus felt about her and patrick. words spoken in passing, questioning their age difference or the unconventional nature of their relationship, lingered in her mind. he could care less.

they hadn’t fucked since that night at the bar. patrick made sure she understood they were making love. he’d spend countless hours worshipping her, lapping at her little pussy while he jerked himself raw, out of sight. he reveled in the moments when she surrendered to him completely, her body arching and her breath hitching with every touch, every whisper of his name on her lips. her pleasure became his obsession.

of course, patrick wasn’t an innocent man. deep down, something primal inside him urged him to shove his fingers in her mouth and have her tearing up as he shoved his thick cock inside her little asshole. he craved the sensation of her nails digging into his back, leaving it bloody and torn from the force of her passion. he wanted bite marks on his shoulders as evidence that he shut her up. yet, something held him back. despite his intense desires, he genuinely cared about her.

that's why he found himself in missionary, biting his lip to refrain from confessing his love to her. that’s why he was holding her hand as she looked up at him with dilated pupils, mouth gaping slightly as soft whimpers left her lips. he knew it was pathetic, knows young patrick would be laughing in his face, mocking him for being love sick. yet, one thing remained unchanged between him and his younger self: he was always going to cum inside.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

If you're having trouble with the hebrew writing systems, here is a very good chart to use:

Some quick tips:

Learning the cursive script is daunting, but it's so much easier to use, I think.

Use both writing systems, though! Writing is a great way to understand letters and how they are placed and used in a practical sense.

[super-nova5045]

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

[mobius-m-mobius]

You wanna hear a good story? Listen to this one.

Mobius + comfort

[aeon-uriel]

always weak for zoro giving luffy one of his earrings because both of them are fighters at risk of losing a finger wearing a ring or worried the ring will be damaged. JUST. LUFFY WITH AN EARRING. ZORO'S EARRING!! they are both so so beautiful and in exchange luffy gives zoro immortality to stake his claim— ehem i mean whoa who said that

[mintypsii]

sketchbook doodle reqs from twt (part 1)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Call that a Cave Story.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[phantasia69]

As a female gamer, one thing I love about Fromsoftware games is their female characters.

For me, a game having decent female characters is a huge selling point. I literally bought Elden Ring (and therefore got into souls games) just because of Malenia. She is literally the sole reason why I bought the game. I even bought the collectors edition of the game so I could get the figurine of her, which sits at the top shelf of my glass display shelf along with a figurine of Lady Maria.

I love how fleshed out the female characters are in Fromsoftware games. I love how the female characters are allowed to just be people, and not have their entire character revolve around them being female. They're allowed to be kind, mean, caring, selfish, deceitful, cunning, mysterious, vulnerable, strong, weak, and so many other things.

Even in the modern age, there are still so many games coming out that use female characters for just fanservice. All the time, I see games underutilize their female characters or just set them to the side entirely. Not once have I ever felt like a female character was used for fanservice in a Fromsoftware game, or at least, their entire character wasn't based around it.

I'm not saying that fanservice is inherently bad, I'm just saying that it gets a little exhausting when all of your favorite female characters, especially in video games, get over sexualized to the point where there's NSFW content of them everywhere. I know the same thing happens with some male characters, but I see it a lot more often with female characters.

I feel like a lot of newer games should take some notes from Fromsoftware when it comes to making female characters. It's 2023, after all.

[starrylevi]

🐚 A tiny bit of dadvi! Inspired by this tiktok 🐚

You watch Levi as he wheels his way across the boardwalk, stopping every once in a while to pick up something buried in the sand. You wait for a few seconds before walking over to him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Hey, whatcha doing?”

“Seashells.” Levi mumbles to you.

“Hm?” You don’t quite hear him.

Levi sighs and repeats himself. “Seashells.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. You glance over and see a small pile of seashells in his lap.

Levi answers your silent question as he follows your gaze. “They’re not for me. They’re for Armin.”

You take in his words and remember that Armin’s birthday is tomorrow. “That’s so-“

“Don’t. Please don’t.” He cuts you off before you make a big fuss and you giggle in response.

“Okay.” You snicker. “Do you need help?”

“Maybe.”

“I can carry the seashells for you.” You offer him.

He seems to contemplate it. “Okay…Thank you.”

You give him a beaming smile. “You’re welcome.”

You see a hint of pink on his cheeks before he mumbles a couple more words. “Love you.”

[missingn000]

hey all! i wrote a what-if character study & action fic for if king fought sanji instead of zoro during the raid on onigashima. i'd really love if you gave it a read! thanks so much!

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happy reading!

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell) Scene from the Uberwald Grand Sneer

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i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ

also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!