#write your ot3

[morallysuperiorlips]

Oddly Specific Romance Prompts Vol. 8: Cooking Together (OT3/Throuple Specific)

Person A: Have either of you boiled potatoes before? Ever?

Person B:

Person C:

Person B/C: No.

Person A: Alright then.

~

Person A: Why can't you just do all the cooking, and we sit here and admire your beauty and skills?

Person B: I like that idea a lot, actually. Dinner and a show.

Person C: Ha. Nice try, losers. Get some aprons on, and get over there and chop those damn onions.

~

Person A: Uhhh, B, what was I supposed to set the oven temperature to...?

Person B: 350, why?

Person A:

Person C: Did you burn the bread?

Person A: <running to the kitchen> I think I burned the bread.

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Person A: It's all ruined! It's all fucking ruined! I burned the casserole, the steak still isn't thawed, and I bought the wrong butter, and--

Person B: Sh, sh, it's okay, A. Breathe. You're doing way too much for one person.

Person C: All of these things sound fixable. Tell us what we need to do to help, and we'll do it.

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Person A: Okay, B, you're on sauce duty.

Person B: Right on.

Person A: And C, you're on...

Person C: Please say frosting duty, please say frosting duty...

Person A: You're on frosting duty.

Person C: LET'S GO!

~

Person A: AH!

Person B/C: What happened?

Person A: I just...burned myself a little on the stove.

Person B: Here, run it under some water.

Person C: I'll go get the aloe.

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Person A: Holy fuck, I need to give you both lessons on how to use knives. You're killing me.

Person B: What you don't chop like this?

Person C: Or this?

Person A: If you both want to lose your fingers, sure!

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Person A: B and I got dinner covered. You can just sit at the counter and be...

Person C: Moral support?

Person A: Moral support!

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Person A: I might have...accidentally left some eggshell in there.

Person B: It's okay, we can make it work.

Person C: Soufflé, now with extra crunch.

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Person A: I need the strainer! Where is the strainer?

Person B: In the drying rack, A.

Person A: ...okay, then I'll need the breadcrumbs!

Person C: In the spice cabinet, A.

Person: ...what about the--?

Person B/C: In the freezer, A.

[meanderingstream]

Eliot at peace with being Damned

One of the things that makes Eliot hard to write for in-character (but also such an interesting character to explore) is that he believes he is damned to Hell and he is at peace with that. He has a lot of guilt, oceans of guilt, but it's not so much the tortured, anguished catholic guilt à la Nate or like, Daredevil. 

He has done monstrous, unforgivable things. But, on his own, he came to a realization of what he had done, and pulled away from that world. On his own, he left the worst person he ever worked for, and stopped using guns, and stopped killing. On his own, he switched from wetwork to retrievals. This all occurs before we ever meet him, so while there are many hints and inferences, the specifics of how that happened, how he came to those decisions, are left up to the audience’s imagination. 

Eliot wants to make the world a better place, and he works everyday with the team to help people, and he genuinely enjoys helping people and the work he does on the job. But he does not believe that he can be redeemed. (Not my own personal belief about him, but it is what he thinks). When he dies, he will go to Hell for his sins, and there is nothing that can possibly be done to change that. He doesn't need to angst over it, because it’s just a fact. It is what it is. There is no point agonizing over whether his soul can be saved, because he knows it cannot. This is both a keystone of his character, and also something he doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about day-to-day, because it’s a settled matter. 

And as much as we love Eliot the character, he has a point that lives are not tradable for equivalent exchange. If he killed a specific family 25 years ago, that was snuffing out the light and potential and future of those particular parents and children. The surviving extended family lost those particular relatives. Saving a family now does not balance that ledger, because each person is a unique life and not interchangeable for another. While I may have different beliefs about Hell and redemption than Eliot, I still want to acknowledge that he has a point. That changing now doesn't necessarily help the people he hurt in the past, and unlike Harry, he can’t work down a list of making amends, because almost all of his victims are dead. There is no atonement to the dead. 

Eliot’s redemption is in seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and helping others get to it. Particularly the team, and particularly the pair he’s going to protect until his dying day. He will stay down there in the dark forever (he believes), but getting the others out is his redemption. 

I do not believe that Eliot will actually go to Hell when he dies, but his belief that he is damned is fundamental to who he is as a character, and he is going to believe that for the rest of his life. It can be really challenging to balance that when writing his POV, particularly when delving into events that dredge this stuff up for him (which we writers love to do because it’s so delicious). Eliot doesn’t exactly have a low self-esteem. He knows he has many skills and is exceptional at them (cooking, fighting, grifting, guitar, sports, etc). He pretty much knows his teammates love him, and care about him, and want him to stay alive for them, and spend the rest of his life with them. He has professional pride, and he will argue when he wants something. He is certainly not a doormat. However, he also believes he is fundamentally and irrevocably a bad person. Balancing between him not being too self-deprecating in normal situations / about his usefulness to the team, with his inherent belief in his own moral depravity can be a thin blade to walk without falling to one side or another. But it is also one of the biggest aspects of his psyche that makes him such a fascinating and complex character to explore.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 115

Jaskier thinks of Geralt as the ocean. Geralt is the ocean, and Jaskier is a fish. Jaskier cannot live without Geralt, but the ocean weeps not for a single fish. The ocean is full of fish, it can just look to another fish, if this one fish died or left. But that fish can't leave the water without losing itself. It'll suffocate from the lack of the waves. The touch of the cool sea. But no ocean needs a fish in order to breathe. Geralt thinks of Jaskier as a flower. Jaskier is a flower, and Geralt is a flame. He longs for nothing more than to touch him, but all it would do is burn the flower. The flower gets hurt, no matter what the flame tries. Tendrils of fire and billows of smoke, as the flower withers sadly. Thus the flame watches the flower from afar and admires it from the distance. The flower entangles itself with the garden, and the flame protects the flower with it's own solitude. Yennefer thinks of Jaskier as a dumb gay rat. She also thinks of Geralt as a dumb gay rat. She wishes dumb gay rats stopped staying over at her house.

[lies-and-branches]

Imagine your Ot3

Person A scoffed: “Why can’t you let go of B?”

Person C: “Because they drive me crazy!”

Person A: “I’m supposed to drive you crazy.”

[independent-fics]

Not my brain going “how to train your dragon but with the leverage ot3 and Eliot is the ornery dragon”

[mischievous-thunder]

[the-woman-upstairs]

Rogue Nation, Fallout, and Dead Reckoning all pointedly placing Benji and Ilsa in the most dangerous, stressful, downright torturous situations either together or separately where Ethan can’t reach/help them or is driven to the brink trying to.

[prompts-by-anjali]

“We survived!” A cheered with both arms in the air, as B retched in a bush somewhere behind them.

“A,” C said calmly, dusting themselves off, “You’ve been stabbed.”

A looked down at themselves and made a tiny sound of surprise. “Oh, look at that. Gnarly.”

[takaraphoenix]

Laying on my floor with my hands folded over my stomach staring up at the ceiling listening to Little Wolf from Epic: The Musical overwhelmed with Luktavercy energy.

Percy has such little wolf energy, but the particular of using that term had me immediately go Roman and damn if Octavian doesn't have the taunting angle of this song covered, but not the fighting angle and the song, on the fight part, gives me such Luke-Percy PJO-saga enemies stage energy and now I'm just rotating some scenario where Percy faces off against Luke and Octavian, as a united front.

[morallysuperiorlips]

Oddly Specific Romance Prompts Vol. 4: Attending a Formal Dance/Gala

“Relax. You look gorgeous.”

“People are looking at us.” “Yeah, they’re jealous about my hot date.”

“May I have this dance?” “Only if you don’t mind me stepping all over your toes.” “It’ll be worth it.”

“You look…wow.”

“Sorry, I don't normally dress like this..." "Well, you should. You're stunning."

"I've never slow danced before." "That's okay. Just lean on me and follow my lead."

"You smell fantastic." "Thanks. I broke out the expensive perfume/cologne for the occasion. I was also kind of hoping you'd notice."

"When did you learn to dance like that?" "Oh, it's just something I picked up on over the years. Try to keep up."

"I feel stupid in this dress/tux." "You certainly don't look stupid." "What was that?" "Nothing."

"Why don't you dress like this more often? I could get used to this look."

"Here, take my jacket. You're freezing." "No, it's fine. It looks better on you, anyway." "Funny. I was going to say it looked better on you."

"It might just be the champagne hitting, but god I could kiss you right now."

"We're running late; can you zip this up for me?" "Actually, I'd rather unzip it. What's a few more minutes?"

"You're, by far, the hottest one at this stupid gala; and it's not even close."

[blueroominnermonologue]

Sun + Moon + Stars OT3

We already know the sun and the moon ship dynamic with the bright sun shining light on all and the subtle moon that shines in the reflection of that sun, but what about the stars? The beautiful glittering stars that fill the sky? The moon would look so lonely in the sky without the stars framing it. Even in the day, when they’re drowned out by the bright sun, the stars are still there. They will always be there filling the dark void with glittering light. They can guide you when your lost. Just look up and read the way. The sun and the moon get lots of attention, but what about the stars? Does their small light make them any less? When they do so much? Always there. A steady presence. Yet also a fleeting light like a shooting star. So far away from the sun and moon, helping from afar. They are always there so they are taken for granted, but have they already burned out by the time their light reaches us? Are the sun and moon to caught up in each other’s cycles to even notice this? Are the stars too far away for the sun and moon? Or is it any farther than the chase the sun and moon are in? Eternal in the same way it’s not?

[starrygazingpie]

when a show has a m/f ship i could've shipped but poor writing and comphet makes me haaaaaaaate it

[lies-and-branches]

Imagine Your Otp - Situationship

Character A: I’m tired of you pretending like this didn’t exist. Like we weren’t something. Since when do you hang out with C?

Character B: When you made it pretty clear we weren’t.

[mischievous-thunder]

*Alternative responses to "I love you" by different individuals*

Person A: *At first laughs nervously and then hysterically*

Person B: I wholeheartedly pity your terrible decision.

Person C: *Freaks out and runs away*

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #7: imagine your OT3!

A professor, an assassin, and a nurse walk into a bar.

[prompts-by-anjali]

A screamed as they fell through the broken floor, but at the last second, B and C grabbed A’s hands.

“Don’t let go,” A pleaded.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” B said through a strained gasp. “But I don’t think I trust C.”

“And I don’t think I trust you,” C shot back.

As A dangled for their life, they realized they trusted B and C as individuals. But as a team? No, they were totally doomed.