#tstmtt

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Thrett + !blind theo

Have fun with the idiots

THRETT:

The low growl deepened further as Theo stopped abruptly, planting his paws in the dirt, flexing, digging his claws into it. For ten years, Theo was a weapon, a beast wrapped up in a nice pretty bow that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run while their first glance made sure that they never moved an inch. A decade. He spent a decade not even bothering to clean the bits of gore from his proverbial skin because it wasn’t fucking worth it. Nose to tail, each muscle coiled tight, the springs that were barely tucked into his broken, misfit toy carcass of a frame about to give way shook. What happened to the ruthless survivor, the person that always came out still standing, that didn’t care? Where did he go? His head swayed side to side, as if pulled in both directions in a tug of war, each change of direction sharper and more violent than the last, until he was practically throwing himself bodily into each one.  “Theo?” His head snapped towards the voice, the rest of his body slamming to a stop, throwing debris forward. The already rigid stance he fell into naturally widened as he brought his head up, hackles fully raised, and stared at the person squatting at the entrance, one hand flat on the floor between his feet. Without hesitation, Theo pulled his lips back and up, well and truly snarling at the werewolf. His guttural sounds kept on as he took a half step forward, his eyes never dropping down from the semi-flared pale gold.

blind!Theo:

A low whine and paw batting at his leg forces Theo’s focus off of the itch and has him kneeling next to her in seconds. It’s their signal, her tell, that she thinks something is wrong, and while she’s right, as usual, it’s not bad. He’s fine. It’s just memories.  “I’m okay,” he promises, his hand sweeping under his dog’s chin to hold it up as he presses his face into the side of hers. “I’m okay, baby girl.” There’s a hint of a whine building in her throat, one he feels in his fingertips more than hears, and then she takes her head back, stabbing him below the collarbone with her nose before stepping into him. Theo groans, head hanging off his neck for a moment, before he picks it up and inhales. She’s calling his bluff. It’s stupid that his dog can tell when he’s trying to stuff the inflated bouncy-house that is that day back into a box, but she can. Chi is the only one who can. Then she starts tapping her chin to his shoulder, increasing the frequency of her soft bops until he relents, pressing his face into her neck, and burying his hands in the thick fur of her back for good measure.  There, Theo takes a deep breath. The fluff along her neck tickles against his cheeks, especially when she shifts in his awkward grip to press the underside of her chin into the back of his shoulders. It’s a hug, for all intents and purposes, and fuck if he doesn’t lean even harder into it.

[fantom-as]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well and enjoying summer to the fullest :). So I really liked following along with TSTMTT on AO3 and I was wondering if it is on hiatus? Nevertheless it‘s a great fic that I love :)

Hello, I just want to let you know that The Sun, The Moon, The Truth is NOT on hiatus and will resume uploading in September. I am simply taking the summer off from writing as thus story is dark and complicated and it requires quite a lot of intellectual and emotional energy to write it.

I am currently on holiday, resting and recovering and will get back into writing in August, but it might take a while for me to write the chapters, so that’s why the deadline I set for myself is September.

I hope all of you are doing well 💕

[fantom-as]

TSTMTT vs Dragon’s Heartstrings

it just be like that I guess

[equallyloyalandlethal]

TSTMTT Thrett for Wip Wednesday!

Theo Fullshift POV: He shoved himself off the wall, lips pulling up into a tight snarl, another growl thrumming through his ribs. The timber of it wavered as he spun in another tight circle, ears flattened to his skull. Why was he fucking hiding like a sniveling puppy? He didn’t hide. People hid from him. He was a weapon that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run at the first glance.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Please, For My Sanity?

Lori is missing and Brett needs to go find her, but Theo is insisting on tagging along.

Part of my (slow going) series: Their Sun, Their Moon, Their Truth

[fantom-as]

Hermione in TSTMTT

― Ovid, Metamorphoses

[equallyloyalandlethal]

WIP Ask Game

Here's the document titles for my 10 latest WIPs. Send me a number or title and I'll share a snippet and write at least 100 words.

Let Them Fight

Love Like Hellebores

Ashes ch 3

TSTMTT - thrett

real steel - writing

puppy pack motel

El dorado - thiam

blind!Theo + Chi + Liam's Anxiety

Atlantis AU

AAC/Control - the lost chapters

TAGS @theoceanismyinkwell @ksbbb @raekensarcher @hemlocksandfoxgloves @renmackree @attempted--eloquence

[equallyloyalandlethal]

WIP Wednesday Thursday Game (by @kedreeva)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Let's try this again, without the long ass post of all the other weeks!

The Titles!

Ashes Ch 4

Atlantix (co)

Love Like Hellebores

Let them fight/Shame on yew

TSTMTT thrett

SNIPPET: TSTMTT thrett

Theo started whining again, though his throat was raw, and each sound was like someone was dragging claws over the inside of his trachea. Before Brett made it anywhere near the cave mouth, he smelled the wolf, and the flurry of furious wailing howls in his head rose louder. The pitch of his own whine drove nails through his ribs as they contracted, stabbing into his repeatedly with every breath he tried to take. He sounded lost and scared, sentiments echoed in his chemosignals, as much as he was trying to tamp them down.  Hiding meant being invisible in all ways: sight, sound, and smell. Normally, he was infallible on all accounts, his dark coat blending into shadows while his innate control took over, obfuscating him in the remaining ways. He shouldn’t be findable. For all intents and purposes, he could disappear, and yet, here he was, being tracked by two wolves, cornered in his — Malia’s — den. 

Tagging more friendos because I live to cause chaos!

@chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @rd-eternity @fhaf123 @rhyslahey @attempted--eloquence @pansexual-puppy-pack

[equallyloyalandlethal]

TSTMTT - thrett 👀

Their Sun Their Moon Their Truth Verse || unnamed fic, pre-ot3

“What do you want, Dunbar? Practice isn’t for another five hours, so I know I’m not late–”

A sharp whine cut through the phone, trapping the rest of his words in his suddenly too tight throat. Liam was saying something, but it was a mess of gibberish as Brett’s focus was solely on the still peaking shrill sound leaking through.

Biting back an impatient snarl, he managed to grind out a terse, "Is he okay?"

He tried to listen to Liam, he really did, but all his wolf could hear were the ongoing whines in the background. His chest clenched, a thorny sort of thing wriggling around his chest as his wolf snarled again, so far past worry he was edging in on fury. The prickle of claws sliding out of his fingers and sharp pricks of fangs poking through his gums had him clenching his eyes shut, forcing breaths in and out. His control was better than this. What three things cannot long be hidden? Finger by finger, he loosened his grip around his phone, trying to keep from crushing it. The sun. He took another, deeper breath, forcing it in through his nose. The moon. Out through his fangless mouth. The truth. He opened his eyes, continuing to breathe, and refocused onto the voices coming through the phone, intentionally searching out the words, even as his hand tightened around the phone.

Liam was babbling semi-coherently, trying to explain the whole situation, when all he needed to do was answer the question. Then, he abruptly quieted. The subsequent sighed, “Thank god. Here, it’s Brett,” tumbled over the line. The static shuffle of the phone being handed over almost had him growling into it. He needed an answer.

“Brett, hey–”

His wolf surged forward again, growling into the receiver at Scott’s voice. If he could, he would have leapt through the phone and snarled in the alpha’s face, telling him to get lost. The vehemence in that thought had Brett dropping his hand down, frowning. Liam being there, for whatever reason, was entirely fine. In fact, he was grateful for it. But Scott, an alpha, one who actively refused to claim Theo as his own despite how much the chimera had fought for him, being there was intolerable.

He managed to ask, "Is Theo okay: yes or no?" in a somewhat coherent manner, despite the growl continuing to roll around his chest.

Clearly taken aback by the rough tone, Scott was quiet for long enough that he heard Liam mumble, "Sorta."

Brett’s growl deepened to a snarl, confusion whipping the protective urge into something bordering on a frenzy. His claws sprang out again, scraping over the screen and embedding into his palm. Either he was fine or not, there was not really any room for an in between. Though, if anyone were to find it, Theo would be the one.

“He’s not hurt physically,” Scott assured. It wasn’t much, but it did manage to placate his wolf enough to calm the swirling storm in his head by a degree or two. “There’s definitely something going on with him, but he’s not letting either of us close enough to really ask what’s going on or–”

“Because you can’t ask him, especially not when he’s spiraling already,” said Brett, a sigh following shortly after.

He stood, spinning on his heel and beelining towards the house, textbook and notes forgotten. The phone was still pinned between his ear and shoulder as he took the steps up the porch two by two, barely hearing the alpha and beta as they rattled on. Once inside, he paused for the briefest moment, scratching out a hurried note for Lori, knowing she would wake up as soon as he started the car, and as worried as he was about Theo, he didn’t want her to be worrying too.

Thankfully, his keys were where they always were, despite him not remembering to put them there. He smiled lightly, sending up a silent thank you to his sleeping sister for her constant thoughtfulness. Without her, he probably would have lost his head a time or two just from leaving it places.

Another grating snarl rippled through the phone, Liam’s shouted “I’m trying to help you, fucktard!” coming through as equally loud and clear. Keys in hand, he bolted out the door. He bit back the snarl in his chest and the urge to tell the idiot to just back off and wait for him. It wasn’t like the others even fucking knew about them yet, they wouldn’t understand why he was this protective over someone other than Lori.

"Where are you right now?" he asked, unable to keep the growl out of his voice.

“The Preserve. Not far off of the old bridge.”

Without further ado, knowing he would only get more worked up listening to them fail at handling his boyfriend, Brett hung up and slid his phone into his jacket pocket.

[fantom-as]

Draco in TSTMTT be like:

[fantom-as]

Hermione in TSTMTT be like:

[fantom-as]

readers of TSTMTT get ready

there is something poetic to be said about regulus black and draco malfoy.

two perfect sons who are put in the middle of a war, because of their pureblood lineage.

two slytherins who fall for clumsy, dark-haired gryffindor quidditch players. two blacks falling for two potters.

the lion's heart, and the dragon.

perhaps that is why narcissa protects her son so fiercely. she sees her cousin's soul reflected in his eyes.

[fantom-as]

Hermione in TSTMTT

Margaret Atwood, from Procedures for Underground; "Three Desk Objects,"

[fantom-as]

Draco (1), Hermione (2) and Hermione (3) in TSTMTT

✞ 666 ✞

[fantom-as]

Draco in TSTMTT

words by me

this is about Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham. actually it’s also about Victor von Doom and Reed Richards

[fantom-as]

Draco in TSTMTT be like:

“Love at first sight” what about the sickest, deepest, most cannibalistic obsession at first sight?