#newspaper ot3

[potato-lord-but-not]

doodles baby !!

[flaggermousseart]

to Überwald and (hopefully) back again on AO3

[pourablecat]

Make way for the press!

[tacroyy]

tags: Otto von Chriek/Sacharissa Cripslock/William de Worde, bondage, brief impact play

original prompt & post (tumblr)

"Let us start small, dear," Otto said.

Allowing a vampire to wrap a rope around his wrists did not seem like starting small. Especially considering how he couldn't control his breathing anymore. Every time Otto fussed with the knot or Sacharissa curled her fingers under the cord, the oxygen simply disappeared from his lungs.

[jupitermelichios]

Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Relationships: Sacharissa Cripslock/William de Worde/Otto von Chriek Additional Tags: Vampires, Fluff, Humor, Cute, heat waves , Curtain Fic, Ficlet

As a vampire, Otto can serve as the opposite of a bed warmer.

Bookmarker's Notes:

This is so damn cute

[leletha-jann]

Headcanon to no particular purpose:

Editorial cartoons exist in the world of Girl Genius (we know newspapers do).

The Parisian newspaper cartoonists universally represent Gil as a wolf and Tarvek as a fox. Agatha is a lioness.

If they have more space for details, the imagery becomes winged wolf (control of the skies), crowned fox (authority and royalty), and lioness with a broken trilobite collar (power unchained).

[burnsopale]

I had not considered this.

But now I am.

Intriguing.

The Vetinari Hogswatch shipping calendar Day 7 - William/ Otto/ Sacharissa / Vetinari

You are a firm believer that the only thing which could make our favourite Discworld polycule better is adding another goth to it. Yes, the relationship between The Times and The Palace can occasionally be a source of tension, but seeing them work through it is an endless delight, and it’s good for Vetinari when Sacharissa stands up to him. Bonus points for jokes about reviving Otto with dogfood.

[notmaplemable]

Battle Of The RWBY OT3s: Wildcard Round - Match 6

[hedgiwithapen]

Leverage timetravel, pre pilot/child ot3 meet their redemption era selves

(I took some liberties re: /meeting/) In hindsight, visiting the US Patent office was probably not their smartest move.  Never return to the scene of the crime, and all, at least not if the job was finished. 

But they'd put a pin in going back for the time machine, and not even a really bad idea could deter Hardison from an actual time machine. Well. Portal, like Eliot had said. 

It hadn't come with an instruction manual, but the three of them, Hardison, Parker, Eliot were professionals at figuring things out on the fly . Even lost in the past. Even scattered. 

Hardison knew he just had to wait, though. They'd find each other. They'd lived through the past once, they could deal with it again, especially knowing everything they did. And it wasn't like they had to live through the whole span of years, either. They just had to find each other, put the pieces back together, scattered with them, and go home. Easier said than done--he was starting to think they might have ended up in different times--but still, the Estimated range was fifteen to twenty years, so that was only five max before they met up, right?

Hardison had gotten right to work. Ads in every major newspaper in the heartland cost plenty, but he had years of criminal practice on top of knowing what tech to invest in, so he really wasn't that worried. He guessed Eliot would be betting on sports games, like in Back to the Future. Parker... well, it was hard to guess where she was. Once he and Eliot met up, they'd have to wait for her to get to them. He did have a few things to do, first.

He knocked on Nana's door, feeling like maybe he ought to be wearing a bow tie. 

"What is it? You from the county?" she asked, when she opened the door. He could see behind her a few curious faces, including his own. Damn, he'd been so tiny. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said brightly. He could remember this day, vaguely. The box he held was more familiar than his adult face. "I'm here to install your new computer."

"I didn't order any computer," Nana said. "Run your scam someplace else."

"It's not a scam!" he heard his own voice say. "I entered a contest at school."

He had. And he'd lost. Stupid Jake Puckett had won, a kid who could have easily afforded a computer. Alec hadn't known that though, until Hardison'd checked idly. And he wasn't about to just let all of history change. Well, all his own history. 

"You got some proof of that?" Nana asked, and Alec went  scampering off to his room to find his copy of the essay.

Satisfied with the expertly forged documents (wow! it was much easier to forge past documents when you were in the time they were from!) Nana let him in and pointed to a corner desk near an outlet. 

"You ever use your own one of these?" Hardison asked Alec, who shook his head. " just the one at school. I really won?"

"Sure did. Now, let me show you what this thing can do."

~

Eliot stood at the edge of the field, a newspaper crumpled in his hand. Hardison was in Boston, if the ad was right, and of course the ad was. No one else put that much effort into a coded message. 

He watched the football fly. In two weeks, the kid throwing it would be on a bus to boot camp. He closed his eyes. There were options.  Kid wouldn't believe him, of course. There were no secrets yet, to spill as proof. And he was too stubborn to buy the warning.  A good solid tackle, though. Break his arm bad enough...

He'd thought about it. And then about the what ifs. The blood would still be spilled, he knew that. Someone else would end up on Moreau's chain. Someone else would end up with a half dug grave for Flores, and maybe keep digging it.  Everything he'd done for money, the money'd go to someone else. Job might not get done, or it might. 

He'd be there for his mother's funeral. He'd miss Katherine Clive's. Rebecca Ibanez.  the way the drinking might have gone... he'd miss Nate Ford's.  He'd go to school, like his dad wanted, never play college ball. Study something-- art history, maybe -- but no, that was him now. Not him then. Him then would be angry and broken. Him then wouldn't have... his people.

He crumped the paper further. "Dammit, Hardison," he said quietly, and walked away. 

~

Parker had a code. Some things, you just didn't do. Some were big and flashy and obvious. Some were smaller, quieter. 

Hardison would say she shouldn't do this, she knew, and she usually listened to Hardison. He knew what he was talking about, most of the time. You can't change the past. That'd been part of the lecture before they'd gone to steal the time machine.  You can do things, sure, but you always did them. 

Well, Parker hadn't done this. No one had, back the first time she'd lived through this day. But she was doing it anyways, breaking his rule and her own. You don't steal from kids who don't have anything. 

Carefully, she picked the lock on the child's bicycle chain. 

[connorsbonez]

Stalkers and Cryptids

Pre-OT4, Established OT3

Bernard: So hear me out, but…*proceeds to talk about his theories while citing his sources.*

Wes, literally vibrating in his spot as he death-clutches one of Bernard’s Polaroid photos that he handed him: Oh…oh nooooo

{ - Later - }

Danny, abruptly being woken up by the intensity of Wes’ staring: …Will you ever realize how creepy it is to stare at someone until they wake up? It’s like you want to bring me completely to the dead side.

Wes, currently straddling Danny as he stares down at him: So I was hanging out with Bernard a while ago…

Danny, raising an eyebrow: Oookay? That’s Tim’s friend, right? The one he has a crush on?

Wes, nodding: Yep. A fellow ginger and conspiracy theorist.

Danny: Ah, so Tim does have a type, ginger and crazy.

Wes: I’m putting a pin in that for later because that’s not the point right now, but he also has a thing for black hair, blue eyed superheroes. I was hanging out with Bernard and…

Danny: Wait what-

Wes, leaning forward slightly: He told me his theories, with evidence and cited sources. Every single one of them. I listened to them all. They’re amazing even if some of them aren’t correct.

Danny, being hit with the realization: Oh boy.

Wes: I want that man carnally. *Lifting up a thick folder.* And I have several reasons why we should seduce him into our polycule, I’m sure once I tell Tim he’ll be on board since he has a crush on the man, and I’m sure you’ll love him too but it’s okay if you don’t.

Danny, running a hand through his hair: Okay. One, remind me to never let you go to one of those conspiracy theorists meeting ever, two, I’d like to hang out with Bernard before we make any official decision, and three….go finish your board so we can talk with Tim.

Wes practically tossing himself off the bed.

{ - Later/Extra - }

Danny: So…what exactly did you mean by Tim also having a thing for ‘black hair, blue eyed superheroes’?

Wes, sighing, and throwing a newspaper with Superboy on the front at Danny’s face.

Danny: Thanks stalker.

[potato-lord-but-not]

HOT DISCWORLD GIRLIES IN YOUR AREA ‼️‼️

[flaggermousseart]

A tired trio for @dathen who found all the references in chapter 3 of to Überwald and (hopefully) back again

[pourablecat]

Does it ever bug you that a de Worde gets smooched by a nerdy vampire in The Truth, and said de Worde isn't the one called William?

[tacroyy]

OMG HEY ELLE!!! ok you know what’s up, Otto/sacharissa/william, tying someone up (william??), lemon lmao, I missed youuuu —cait

lmaooooooo cait i gotchu

nsfw!!

=

"Let us start small, dear," Otto said.

Allowing a vampire to wrap a rope around his wrists did not seem like starting small. Especially considering how he couldn't control his breathing anymore. Every time Otto fussed with the knot or Sacharissa curled her fingers under the cord, the oxygen simply disappeared from his lungs.

"You're too easy," Sacharissa murmured into his ear. One of her hands was tangled in his hair and the other was touching his cock, so lightly, so lightly that he kept thinking her fingertips were an air current or a slip of sheet against him. "I don't even have to do anything to you, do I? The implication gets to you. The suggestion. The mere rumor of what we're going to do to you."

William wanted to say something clever about how his job was, after all, organized rumor collection, but he was too busy gasping for air.

Otto had gone off to collect "ze lubricant, sorry, sorry, I had to borrow it for ze gears on ze new zinemagraf, it is on ze hall table, do not let him move or do anything else you know I vould vant to see, it has been such a long veek—" which apparently meant to Sacharissa that she should continue to absolutely torture William with the lightest of touches without providing any friction, any purchase, any sort of release.

"Do you remember, back in August, when I had to tie back those curtains in the office, and we started talking about knots?" Sacharissa's hand loosened in his hair, unfairly. "You got this look. It was so funny, William. You were trying to stay cool and have this adult discussion in the workplace and then Gunilla came in and mentioned he had this book on ancient Copperhead ropemaking and I thought you were going to faint, I really did. You certainly hid behind your desk for a while. No, no, you can't sit down—" There was a ringing crack as she released his hair to slap his thigh, bright and hard. "Otto told you not to move."

There was a breath from the doorway. William hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes until he opened them. Otto stood at the threshold, white shirt unbuttoned almost to his hips, in his socks and trousers, holding a small bottle and staring at them with utter wonder.

How they must look. William, naked, on his knees on the bed, whole body flushed red, hands tied behind his back and his throat bared, Sacharissa naked too, pressed against his side with her breasts framing his upper arm, one hand ghosting over his cock and the other drawing away from a vivid mark on his thigh, her hair wild and haloed around her exquisite face, the result of what they'd done earlier, when William had kissed her while Otto sat underneath her, face buried in her cunt.

"Oh, good," said Sacharissa brightly, noticing Otto. "You can start opening him up. I'll get the rest of the rope." She swung off the bed and went to a satchel on the table.

"The—the rest of the rope?" William said. Well, he'd hardly said it—the sentence was practically inaudible.

"Yes, dear," said Otto, smiling fondly. He set the bottle down and began to untie his trousers. A small, sharp tooth slipped over his lower lip. "Ze rest of ze rope."

[dearest-and-nearest]

OC Meme

tagged by myself because i can

tagging: @queen-belial @xowvcreature @vspin @flekh @wickedvixey, @wizardwaifu, @demiseproject, @theworldsforgottenboy, @rinwellisathing, @lea-labryssal

BASICS

- Full name: Saorsie "Glassred" Vellard, but almost no one knows her real name

- Gender: Female

- Sexuality: Pansexual (she simply doesn't care about person's gender)

OTHER

- Family: Bhaal as her father/flesh donor, Orin as little sister, Sarevok as... brother, perhaps?

- Birthplace: Baldur's Gate

- Job: Ex-killer, now adventurer

- Phobias: Tokophobia (fear of childbirth), asthenophobia (fear of getting weak)

- Guilty pleasures: Listening ballads, cooking something without meat entirely

- Hobbies: Sport, cooking, collecting newspapers with articles about her

MORALS

- Alignment: Neutral Evil

- Sins: Pride, wrath, gluttony, greed, violent, sadistic, cold-hearted

- Virtues: Loyalty, willpower, stubbornness, self-confidence

THIS OR THAT

- Introvert / Extrovert/ Ambivert

- Organized / Disorganized

- Close-minded / Open-minded

- Calm / Anxious / Restless

- Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

- Cautious / Reckless / In between

- Patient / Impatient / In between

- Outspoken / Reserved / In between

- Leader / Follower / Flexible

- Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

- Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

- Traditional / Modern / In between

- Hard-working / Lazy

RELATIONSHIP

- OTP: Glassred/Gortash. They're pair made in hell. Also Glassred x Orin - sister relationships, yay.

- OT3: nothing. I simply dislike polyamory

- BROTP: Glassred and Gale. He reminds her of Gortash and she genuinely wants to help him to become "better" and "stronger". Also - Glassred and Lae'zel. They're just besties, no other way

- NOOTP: idk, Glassred/Astarion maybe? Just... no.

[talaofthevalley]

Spectre for the yugioh ask meme??? He is stinky but he is my meow meow

Yeah I can do the stinky tree boy.

Why I like them/why I don’t Spectre is just Funny to me. I like his hard-to-define relationship with Ryoken, how he's a bit of a weirdo but can read people with the ease of someone reading the headline of a newspaper. And yet he routinely gets his ass beat because he's not very good at playing yugioh. Pro at overextending and getting lost in the sauce, funniest guy actually.

What I like about their appearance That he has a different face structure to the rest of the cast. Especially the nose, I appreciate unique noses in anime.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? Spectre feels more correct as his name, so sub.

OTP I don't ship him with anyone so none.

NOTP None here either.

OT3 [copy paste]

Favourite card they use All his fuck-off giant trees. Funniest possible series to introduce a character whose deck revolves around gigantic trees. You just Cannot put this guy in a speed duel without it looking hysterical.

Favourite moment they were in His duel against Lighting, no doubt. Spectre is a little jerkass bitch and seeing that be turned against the jerkass bitch of the arc was amasing.

Least favourite moment The stuff with Aoi I suppose. And it's not that I think it's bad necessarily because of what happens, but because it's never followed up on. It turns into an event in isolation and that makes it worse.