LINKDING

<blockquote>“You’re staring at Mister Vimes, Reg.” “Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’ back as he speaks to some new recruits. “Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?” “He… just reminds me of someone, sometimes. The Commander.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>It wasn’t that she’d joined up because of Polly, per se. The notion had been percolating for some time. Somewhere between the coffee fiasco and the sack of beans delivered straight to her skull via pigeon, her military record had gotten a little … embarrassing. Mal did not generally do embarrassing. She was quite sure that she could do better the second time around. The question she’d been stuck on was how much difference that would make if Borogravia itself could not do better.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Polly's comfortable back at The Duchess, with her well-worn routines and her well-worn life, and she's . . . absolutely not pining for her best friend, Mal, who forgot – hah! – to say goodbye before vanishing after the last peace negotiations. For the second time. Not that she's counting. But when Commander Vimes personally asks her to come to Ankh Morpork and learn the ways of the City Watch, for the good of Borogrovia, she feels she can't say no. She's forgotten Mal, she absolutely has. But then a mysterious someone starts sending her coffee. And that's only the beginning . . .</blockquote> ➤ I approve of this fic's opinions on Mal's gender

<blockquote>“Tradition, Commander,” Vetinari said smoothly. “The Commander of the Watch, historically, is a ducal title. It seems only right that with the…passing of Sir Samuel, and your own ascendancy to—” “Mister Vimes was only a duke because he married Lady Sybil!” Angua interrupted, too aghast to care about the breach of protocol.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When you die, you have to walk a desert. Obi-Wan and Anakin are dead, and they've been to deserts before.</blockquote>

<blockquote>As a favor to Wazzer, Polly and Maladict go undercover as a couple at a peace conference to foil a plot. Unfortunately, they don't know what the plot is or who's doing the plotting. Even more unfortunately, Maladict really wasn't kidding about vampires and structured lingerie.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For long moments, man and ape stared at one another. Finally, Daniel said, "If you're a Furling, Jack is never going to let me live this down." "Ook," the creature replied sympathetically. Daniel takes a wrong turn in an off-world library and strays through L-Space to Unseen University.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The only traces of the future Vetinari were the nose, the hands, and the stillness. (Young Vetinari with Sam Vimes as John Keel, from Night Watch.)</blockquote> ➤ OH NO this is great ➤ (note extra snippet from older Vetinari's pov in comments)

<blockquote>There's a lot about the world that Shufti doesn't understand. But in her kitchen, things make sense.</blockquote> ➤ I'd never considered this ship before, but yeah, okay, works for me!

➤ in which Vimes doesn't get to go home ➤ (From Vetinari's perspective)

<blockquote>In which a young innocent maiden falls prey to the wiles of a seductive licentious vampire. Or is it the other way around? (AKA an unholy fusion of Carmilla and Dracula, Discworld-style)</blockquote>

<blockquote>There are five New Years: the first for kings, the second for cattle, the third for calendars, the fourth for trees, and the fifth for golems.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I was referring," said the man, "to the ongoing magical crisis that's threatening to destroy your entire world, and possibly several adjacent worlds as well. There is one, isn't there?" "I hope not!" said Leonard. An annoyed look flickered briefly across the man’s vague expression, and Leonard added apologetically, “You might inquire at the University? I’m afraid that I don’t get much news here." Rufus Drumknott has been in love with his employer for years, and he's sure that Lord Vetinari must know it. But it will take a visit from a couple of enchanters from another world, and a magical toddler running amok with one of Leonard of Quirm's flying machines, to get either of them to do anything about it . . .</blockquote>

<blockquote>While inventorying the books in his “new” shop, Aziraphale discovers a special shelf that’s not of this world. Discworld crossover!</blockquote>

<blockquote>A footnote about how a little girl named Alice became the princess of Clacks towers, made a friend whose face she never saw, invented the internet, learned mathematics from orcs, taught coding to rocket wizards and grew up to be the second best hacker on the Disc. Notes: This is a story about a minor character in Going Postal, a girl named Alice working on the Clacks towers. I thought it would be fun to expand on her story, and put her into contact with some of the settings and characters from Monstrous Regiment, Unseen Academicals, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, The Truth, Jingo, and various wizard-themed subplots.</blockquote>

<blockquote>i. Sam Vimes dies at nineteen, and not in his bed. </blockquote> ➤ Vimes' various deaths

<blockquote>Twyla's on the run. Dorfl's on the case.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Mal invites Polly to stay for the winter. Polly knows there's more behind it, and more than the chance to get to know Mal closer, too.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Polly Perks has tackled princes, diplomatic envoys, half-mad vampires, the entire High Command of the Borogravian Army, and even Sergeant Jackrum himself. She should not but stumped by some strange fluttery feelings in her insides. Yet here she was.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It was midnight, and Samuel Vimes, Commander of the City Watch, was not comfortable on the Chalk.</blockquote> ➤ utterly perfect and delightful

➤ the one where Javert falls through a hole in reality from the Seine onto the Ankh. ➤ continued at http://ceruleancynic.tumblr.com/post/80004250086/i-am-from-the-gutter-contd

<blockquote>THERE IS ONLY ONE INEVITABILITY. ME.</blockquote> ➤ on Vetinari's friendship type thing with Death, and also Vetinari grooming Moist to take over after he dies

<blockquote>Death meets a poor woodcutter who's looking for a just man to be a godfather to his son. The new kid in Susan's class says he's going to be a great physician. The Death of Rats is just trying to do his job.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The time Carrot went to visit his family and missed the end of the world. A dwarf, a wolf and a soul cake duck.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A moment between Mal and Polly on the way to find Blouse.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Young Sam grows up, meets a girl, cracks a case, and tells a lie. Not necessarily in that order.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Death and Vetinari can't go shopping for curtains, can they? Take this!</blockquote>

➤ does what it says on the tin

<blockquote>Carrot's a dwarf. And, as a dwarf, she doesn't see why being a woman is any kind of problem.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I think want I most want out of this version is Enjolras and bb!Vetinari being VERY INTENSE at each other about politics in Snapcase's Ankh-Morpork, and then not having any sex at all. Ever. (I actually have had all sorts of THOUGHTS about the political philosophies underlying much of Discworld for a long time, it kind of needs an Enjolras to be intensely republican about it, so much.) Meanwhile, wizzard!Grantaire tries to pick up Young Vimes at a tavern, but ends up just getting him very drunk while listening to him rant about his love for his bitch of a City, and begins to suspect he has a Type.</blockquote>