#downlock

Since I haven't been organised enough to create anything new for it this year, I thought I might just reshare a couple of my existing pieces that are linked to the day.

(Uh, do read the tags on these - I've been told a couple of them do tend to make people cry.)

is this downlock? help me get on this train cuz i think the tiger boy thing is hilarious but dont know what everyone else is seeing here. (ps. so sorry if this is sent to the wrong person.)

I think instead of "if not friend why friend shaped" Vetinari would be like "if not bastard why bastard shaped" and then depending on their age they'd get into a fist fight or just stare at each other. And then they'd make out probably.

Downey being obsessed with Vetinari so he's always bothering him and Vetinari painting his face like a tiger and just not being traceable for it <3 little freaks, I love them

10k! 10k! 10k! This is the longest thing I've managed to write possibly ever and I still know where I'm going with it!

I'm so proud.

also... they still haven't kissed (while they were both conscious i mean). they haven't talked about feelings (tbf i don't see that ever happening). they haven't even hate-fucked. i honestly have no idea what the fuck you'd call this stage of a relationship (nor do they though so i'm not super worried about that).

new vetinari fic!

featuring:

my highly inaccurate fanon version of havelock vetinari

aromanticism! transgenderism!

projection! mental health! a total deviation from the tone of discworld!

warning for self-harm, it is explicit so please don't read if you wish to avoid that.

link below:

I get to have around 5 different Downeys living around my head and each of those bastards gets to have his own set of moments when this amazing breakthrough could have happened. Cheers.

The predominantly recurring theme is that it happens when they are in their last assassin school years.

There is a Downey who happens to be actually very intelligent and has a father figure (no relation) outside of the Guild to whom he talks about the tangled shpaghetti of feelings and gets a translation. This Downey is also a quite a piece of shit, because all his bullying gets rationalized as a protective action of some sorts, and I don’t really like him.

A couple of different scenarios which practically boild down to: Downey gets sad because of a thing. Instead of Ludo (reasonable perosn) or any of his friends or fake friends he goes to complain to Vetinari. When he somewhat sobers up, he wonders why his go-to person is Vetinari. Oh no.

My forever favourite which I’ve built for myself in ever flavour and colour possible: “Hey, you bitch. You think you are going to win yourself a favour when you beat up Dog-botherer? Wrong! He is my kick toy. You put a hand on him ever again and I break it in three pieces just like your neck.” And this sudden feeling of “mine mine mine” get’s an analysis.

There are one or two scenarios in which he realizes far far later when he is the Guild’s Head and he is working himself to the point of exhaustion over the paperwork and reforming the Guild into something functional, into something modern, into something that fits Vetinari’s vision of Ankh-Morpork and he is sleeplessly over-analyzing what Vetinari told him this morning and what it means he actually wants him to do and how to do it the best way, and his train of thought reaches the point: “Why the fuck am I doing this to myself? I’m just trying to please that Dog-botherer, since when am I doing that?” promptly followed by the slow realization as he lifts his head and looks at the crumpled paper with drafts, and ink-stained hands, and then the slow exasperated and incredibly tired: “Oh no. Oh fuck.” But less in the amazed way and more in the groaning way as if you told him that all the toilets in the ground floor of the school have broken and the bathrooms are now overflowing with shit.

Vetinari on the other hand, that one is extremely easy: He has either realized on the Grand Sneer when he was hanging around Margolotta and thought “Oh, I know this feeling. Why isn’t she throwing anything at me, though?”, or when as the Patrician he observes the aforementioned Downey trying to please him with his hard work and Vetinari desperately trying to insist subtly and less-subtly that Downey should take it a bit easier, ultimately leading to the point when Downey gets to end up sleeping in the Palace in an emergency bed, and Vetinari deciding to work sitting next to him and absentmindedly thinking something like “Thanks the gods he took some rest. I love him, he looks cute like this.” (Downey is on his back, snoring like a motherfucker, and couldn’t look more like an idiot in that moment) And a moment later: “Hold on, what was that thought?”