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I keep astonishingly busy with a wide variety of things and this blog may seem random in consequence. Expect Mass Effect fanfic (including the ongoing saga of pilot-lovin' Rhi Shepard), thoughts on disability, politics, and a liberal helping of goats. Especially baby goats.
I have made one of my new migrant dorfs my new broker and nicknamed him CMOT. :D
okay so i actually have a headcanon drunken vetinari (don’t you judge me)
but basically i see him staying entirely the same except for blown out pupils, just completely composed and spotting a tiny, slightly self-satisfied smile that he has when he’s pleased
except he turns into a fucking kleptomaniac
shows up in the party suddenly wearing a hat and going like ‘i stole this hat from someone. i like this hat.’
taking people’s shoes and building an impressive little pyramid out of them in some empty room
not actually sleeping with women but doing this drawn out speech where he convinces them that they are wonderful and that they should marry him and the ladies usually don’t know whether to laugh or say yes
and then he steals their shoes
(i’m talking about younger vetinari mostly i think the older version has calmed down on the proposing)
getting into fights except he subjugates his fighting partners and sits on them and shushes them and pets their face for a while (and steals their shoes)
if he’s REALLY really drunk he tries to blend into his background and succeeds only marginally and suddenly people can spot him standing still, half behind a curtain with a barely controlled tiny laugh and a weird hat (it’s okay tho, because everyone’s drunk at that point)
The number of drunken wizards’ hats he could acquire, tho’.
#just imagine all the blustering wizards slowly being de-hatted through the course of the night
I am so very here for Vetinari slowly and steadily acquiring a tower of wizard hats over the evening. He wears all of them at once.
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