#sacharissa

[pippinstook]

No one:

Sacharissa Cripslock:

[itsmultifandommadness]

All ye who hath read ‘The Truth’

Ok so, I’ve almost finished reading ‘the Truth’ (yay) and I have no idea which ship is my favourite out of these because they all kind of work:

William x Sacharissa - Their personalities complement each other well but they both made it explicitly clear they would never be interested in each other

William x Otto - You guys see it too right? They would have that good friends to lovers story and both are pretty dramatic in their own ways but they would have a painful amount to learn about each other

Sacharissa x Otto - Makes sense, they work well together but I can’t tell if it should be brotp or otp

William x Sacharissa x Otto - Kind of solves the whole problem and in theory it could work but they always seem to be split into pairs never really giving us time to see them as a trio

Or alternatively:

Shipping none of them together and just having a really chaotic three person friend group, with Goodmountain kind of being an exasperated dad

I have literally no clue!

[discworldtour]

“The world is full of things worth more than gold. But we dig the damn stuff up and then bury it in a different hole. Where’s the sense in that? What are we, magpies? Is it all about the gleam? Good heavens, potatoes are worth more than gold!” “Surely not!” “If you were shipwrecked on a desert island, what would you prefer, a bag of potatoes or a bag of gold?” “Yes, but a desert island isn’t Ankh-Morpork!” “And that proves gold is only valuable because we agree it is, right? It’s just a dream. But a potato is always worth a potato, anywhere. Add a knob of butter and a pinch of salt and you’ve got a meal, anywhere. Bury gold in the ground and you’ll be worrying about thieves forever. Bury a potato and in due season you could be looking at a dividend of a thousand percent.”

-- Rincewind has always known potatoes are worth more than gold | Terry Pratchett, Making Money

[incorrectsummonerquotes]

LOOK AT WHAT TARAN MATHARU JUST POSTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[discworldtour]

“No dashing around on mad stallions? Nothing to make us cheer? No wild dreams?” said Sacharissa. “Well, I’m already tidying the foyer.” Sacharissa’s eyes narrowed. “Tidying the foyer? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Moist von Lipwig?” “No, I’m serious. We have to clean up ourselves before we can clean up the economy,” said Moist, and felt his brain shift seductively into a higher gear. “I intend to throw out what we don’t need. For example, we have a room full of useless metal in the vault. That’ll have to go.” Sacharissa frowned. “Are you talking about the gold?” Where had that come from? Well, don’t try to back away, or she’ll go for the throat. Tough it out! Besides, it’s good to see her looking astonished. “Yes,” he said. “You can’t be serious!” The notebook was instantly flipped open, and Moist’s tongue began to gallop. He couldn’t stop it. It would have been nice if it had talked to him first.

-- the old game is back on again | Terry Pratchett, Making Money

[discworldtour]

He saw her write that down. Then she tucked the notebook in her handbag. “This is going to be fun, isn’t it,” she said, and Moist thought: Never trust her when she’s put her notebook away, either. She’s got a good memory. “Seriously, I think this is an opportunity for me to do something big and important for my adopted city,” said Moist, in his sincere voice. “That’s your sincere voice,” she said. “Well, I’m being sincere,” said Moist. “But since you raise the subject, Moist, what were you doing with your life before the citizens of Ankh-Morpork greeted you with open palms?” “Surviving,” said Moist. “In Überwald the old empire was breaking up. It was not unusual for a government to change twice over lunch. I worked at anything I could to make a living. By the way, I think you meant ‘arms’ back there,” he added. “And when you got here you impressed the gods so much that they led you to a treasure trove so that you could rebuild our post office.” “I’m very humble about that,” said Moist, trying to look it. “Ye-ess. And the gods-given gold was all in used coinage from the plains cities...” “You know what, I’ve often lain awake wondering about that myself,” said Moist, “and I reached the conclusion that the gods, in their wisdom, decided that the gift could be instantly negotiable.” I can go on like this or as long as you like, he thought, and you’re trying to play poker with no cards. You can suspect all you like, but I gave that money back! Okay, I stole it in the first place, but giving it back counts for something, doesn’t it? The slate is clean, isn’t it? Well, acceptably grubby, yes?

-- she didn’t mean arms | Terry Pratchett, Making Money

[discworldtour]

But, he had to admit, Sacharissa Cripslock was fun. “Sacharissa! This is a should-have-been-expected surprise!” he declared, as he stepped into the room. “Mr. Lipwig! Always a pleasure!” said the woman. “So you are a dog’s body now?” That kind of fun. A bit like juggling knives. You were instantly on your toes. It was as good as a workout.

-- she really found her calling | Terry Pratchett, Making Money

[discworldtour]

“Aren’t you being rather ambitious, Mr. LIpwig?” she said. “I’m sorry, I don’t know any other way to be,” said Moist.

-- on ambition | Terry Pratchett, Going Postal