A pack of flat jokes and some discworld aesthetics

Gryffindor wins the house cup!

I just wondered how hilarious it would be if Harry tried to stab Tom instead of diary with that basilisk’s fang

I’ve never draw something that could be rated “M” before, and you know what? I LOVED IT. And I think I revealed a couple of new kinks within myself

“Er… Mr. Clete is already in the waiting room, your lordship,” said the clerk.

“Does he by any chance have some kind of poster with him?”

“Yes, your lordship.”

“And is he very angry?”

“This is very much the case, your lordship. It’s about some festival. He insists you have it stopped.”

“Dear me.”

“And he demands that you see him instantly.”

“Ah. Then leave him for, say, twenty minutes, then show him up.”

“Yes, your lordship. He keeps saying that he wants to know what you are going to do about it.”

“Good. Then I can ask him the same question.”

The Patrician sat back. Si non confectus, non reficiat. That was the motto of the Vetinaris. Everything worked if you just let it happen.

No, I’ve never even heard of this Mr von Lipwig…

“Commander, I always used to consider that you had a definite anti-authoritarian streak in you.”

“Sir?”

“It seems that you have managed to retain this even though you are authority.”

“Sir?”

“That’s practically zen.”