#sweeper

my beautiful cute princess sweeper oc mimi . she loves pink things

Inktober 2025 - Day 10 - Sweep

"Vimes stared blankly at what was in front of them. “Okay,” he said. “The gravel and rocks, yes, I can see that. Shame about all the rubbish. It always turns up, doesn’t it…”

“Yes,” said Lu-Tze. “It’s part of the pattern.”

“What? The old cigarette packet?”

“Certainly. That invokes the element of air,” said Sweeper. “And the cat doings?” “To remind us that disharmony, like a cat, gets everywhere.”

“The cabbage stalks? The used sonky?” “At our peril we forget the role of the organic in the total harmony. What arrives seemingly by chance in the pattern is part of a higher organization that we can only dimly comprehend. This is a very important fact, and has a bearing on your case.”

“And the beer bottle?” For the first time since Vimes had met him, the monk frowned. “Y’know, some bugger always tosses one over the wall on his way back from the pub on Friday nights. If it wasn’t forbidden to do that kind of thing, he’d feel the flat of my hand and no mistake.”"

in the city. straight up “sweeping it”. and by “it”, haha, well. let’s justr say. The backstreets