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Discworld fic rec
Jun. 26th, 2017 10:45 pmMister Vimes'd Go Spare! by thezeppelins
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing/Characters: Mostly OCs, plenty of mentions of Sam Vimes, brief appearances from Anoia (Goddess of Things That Get Stuck In Drawers) and Dorfl the golem
Rating: not rated by author; general audiences
Words: 4855
Author's summary/notes: No summary given, but have a quote re: the premise: It felt to Lance-Constable Mangas as though everyone knew this news before it was spoken. By the time it came through the door of the Peristeri Street Watch House, it was already olds. His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes of Ankh was dead.
My comment: "I was linked to this by a post on Tumblr, believe it or not. It’s awesome! Thanks for a great read. Pterry would be proud. Vimes would be…er… well, you know old Stoneface."
Quote:
She knelt down next to the small pile of ash. “Count Lucien Xavier Willem Mordecai Von Damascene, you are under arrest.” she said. Then she remembered Mister Vimes was watching. “Er, I mean… Consider yourself nicked, sunshine!”
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing/Characters: Mostly OCs, plenty of mentions of Sam Vimes, brief appearances from Anoia (Goddess of Things That Get Stuck In Drawers) and Dorfl the golem
Rating: not rated by author; general audiences
Words: 4855
Author's summary/notes: No summary given, but have a quote re: the premise: It felt to Lance-Constable Mangas as though everyone knew this news before it was spoken. By the time it came through the door of the Peristeri Street Watch House, it was already olds. His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes of Ankh was dead.
My comment: "I was linked to this by a post on Tumblr, believe it or not. It’s awesome! Thanks for a great read. Pterry would be proud. Vimes would be…er… well, you know old Stoneface."
Quote:
She knelt down next to the small pile of ash. “Count Lucien Xavier Willem Mordecai Von Damascene, you are under arrest.” she said. Then she remembered Mister Vimes was watching. “Er, I mean… Consider yourself nicked, sunshine!”