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“What did I tell you about Mister Safety Catch?” said Vimes weakly. 

“When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend,” recited Detritus, saluting

– Terry Pratchett – Night Watch

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zenthisoror: 01/11/2018 ~ It’s a Sheep

zenthisoror:

01/11/2018 ~ It’s a Sheep

Back with one of my favourite scenes from the Discworld series. Ink and digital colours.

Nightmare fuel, tearjerker, and hilarious all in one scene, Vimes and the dark, in the dark.

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Some sketches I did a while ago after re-reading Guards! Guards!. I had completely forgotten how good this book really was.

tuinendraws:

tuinendraws:

Some sketches I did a while ago after re-reading Guards! Guards!. I had completely forgotten how good this book really was.

When Nobby had gone Vimes reached behind the d…

When Nobby had gone Vimes reached behind the desk and picked up a faded copy of Twurp’s Peerage or, as he personally thought of it, the guide to the criminal classes. You wouldn’t find slum-dwellers in these pages, but you would find their landlords.

And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got you invited to the very best social occasions.

‘Guild member?’ ‘Not any more, sir.’ ‘Oh…

‘Guild member?’

‘Not any more, sir.’

‘Oh? How did you leave the guild?’

‘Through the roof, sir. But I’m pretty certain I know what I did wrong.’

Vimes leaned back. ‘The alchemists are always blowing things up. I never heard of them getting sacked for it.’

‘That’s because no one’s ever blown up the Guild Council, sir.’

‘What, all of it?’

‘Most of it, sir. All the easily detachable bits, at least.’

‘Put it in the Widows and Orphans Fund, will y…

‘Put it in the Widows and Orphans Fund, will you, Fred?’

‘Right. Oh, well done, sir. Any more windfalls like this and we’ll soon be able to afford some more widows.’

There’s some mythical creature called &l…

There’s some mythical creature called ‘overtime’, only no one’s even seen its footprints.

‘Ye gods! Do you want me to get a doctor…

‘Ye gods! Do you want me to get a doctor?’

‘Are you mad? We want him to live!’