#tsath

[tomoleary]

Ernie Chan The Savage Sword of Conan Unpublished Splash Original Art (Marvel, 1995) Source

[darkblueboxs]

Hi 💙!! I’m not sure if you’re still answering asks and I don’t want to be too much of a nuisance but i just NEEDED to let you know how much I appreciate you （╹◡╹）♡

(First of all, in advance I want to apologise for me rumbling so much, I hope what i wrote makes sense)

I have been on the internet for many years now and I can proudly say that I’ve read some of the best works in my entire life here; out of all of these incredible writers I’ve found, you are truly my favourite- I absolutely adore your writing, have read every single one of your fics and often reread my favourite ones to cheer myself up when I’m feeling down (sometimes I wish I could forget them so that I could read them for the first time again hah, I don’t know how to describe this feeling)

My absolute favourite work of yours is “The Sphinx and the Hare” (I wish it was infinitely longer simply because then it would have no end and I could read it forever and ever; I could read about andreil’s (and Lexia&Fìrinn’s) day to day lives for the rest of mine because the way you tell your stories is so compelling and phenomenal I just can’t, won’t, don’t want to stop reading). I cannot tell you how much I love love love this fic. The amount of time you spent writing this work is visible in the thought put behind even the smallest of details. From the very well written dialogue, interactions between characters (especially Andrew, Neil and their daemons), and Neil’s inner thought process to the so on point characterisation of every single one of the characters and amazing descriptions of the world in this AU, characters’ actions and their overall being. I want to call it a testament to how good of a writer you are- you make readers feel everything the character is feeling right alongside them and that shows how much of hard work you put into perfecting the skill of writing

THANK YOU for sharing your terrific works, clever and funny thoughts and memes (here on tumblr, on ao3 and twitter) for free in your own free time; you are a blessing if I can say so myself :DD

And what is there more to say- you are incredible <3333 Hope you have a great day!!

PS. If it’s okay (and of course feel free not to if you don’t want to answer) I would love to know how you think andreil and their daemons are doing now- maybe they’re in Columbia cuddled up on the sofa watching sth on the TV? Or maybe they’re on a road trip somewhere having some time to themselves? Or maybe they’re in their dorm quietly enjoying each other’s company?; either way I hope both Fìrinn and Lexia get some pats and cuddles i love them with all of my heart 🥹❤️

Hi! 💞💞💞 I am still answering asks, I'm just incredibly bad at it 😭

You're an absolute joy, you've made me want to get back to writing more than anything has in a loooong time

(one day, maybe, when the exhaustion abates)

It has been so long since I last looked over my daemon au, so forgive me if I contradict my own canon!

Lexia has discovered play fighting, which mostly means launching herself from beneath the bunk to nip Neil's toes when he swings his legs out of bed in the morning. Neil pretends to be annoyed- only for Lexia's satisfaction - but it's ticklish more than anything. (The morning Lexia trips Neil over on his way to the bathroom is the closest Andrew comes to showing signs of amusement)

Fìrinn likes to sit on Andrew's chest when he's lying on the couch and drum her feet on his sternum until Andrew shoves her off. Whenever exy comes on she gets a major case of zoomies unless Neil or Andrew can catch her- although neither consider it worth the effort. Lexia prefers to sit herself on the TV stand at inopportune moments to block everyone's view of the screen, particularly on penalties and overtime, and especially if Kevin is watching. She is still, at heart, an instigator.

More nights than not, Fìrinn falls asleep curled around Lexia or vice versa, and inevitably Neil or Andrew will follow their daemon into the others' bunk. On these nights, and only these nights, safe and surrounded, Lexia will sleep.

[yoshichao]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Series: Super Smash Bros.

Characters: Reader, Literally Everyone In Super Smash Bros Ultimate (chapter-by-chapter cast list here)

Fic Summary:  You’re an inter-dimensional being that owns a huge estate situated on the cusp of spacetime. You’ve been asked to rent out your mansion for the upcoming Super Smash Bros. tournament. What could possibly go wrong?

Main Tags: Reader-Insert, Romantic & Platonic Harem, Comedy, Fluff, No Smut, Ensemble Cast, Interactive Elements

With our mansion destroyed, everyone is staying at Luigi’s mansion while Master Hand works his magic to fix everything. You’d think the Smashers would have some SYMPATHY for our situation and leave us alone in our time of mourning, but it seems we’re destined to get dragged into their shenanigans... Two sleepovers means double the fun, right? Right? Haha, yeah...

If you missed the prologue for this chapter, you can choose to read it first here. And now... fun facts under the cut! No big spoilers, but I DO talk a little bit about what happens in the chapter, so you may want to read that first before checking these notes out!

This chapter marks the first appearances of Meta Knight, Rosalina, and Sheik

This is currently the LONGEST chapter of the fanfic. It is just over 39,000 words (before editing)! The longest chapter before this was chapter 11 at over 26,000 words (after editing). Coincidentally, that was also a sleepover chapter!!! Wow! Sleepovers are cursed!

Meta Knight was actually planned to appear earlier in the fic! His first appearance was meant to be the amusement park chapter (finalized to be chapter 14, but was originally supposed to be chapter 12). As a result, he was included on the camping poll and is part of one of the Halloween groups. Had he won either of those polls, he would have appeared sooner, but alas, he did not...

This chapter marks a rare instance where a few characters’ overall opinion on the Host gets worse. Can you figure out who these characters are? :)

The cast for the boys’ sleepover was actually going to be set instead of decided by a vote! Most of the lineup actually ended up staying similar, but a few others who would have been there were Fox, Donkey Kong, Captain Falcon, and Little Mac. Of course, thanks to the continuity set up in Chapter 11, a few of the characters (namely Pit, Falco, and Sheik) were required to stay. Bowser, Ganondorf, Roy, m!Wii Fit Trainer, and Snake’s involvements were also planned from the start thanks to me liking their key scenes too much to scrap them.

Speaking of the poll: a prize for the first place character was admittedly an afterthought, but I imagine if ANYONE else won that poll, they would have been “in” on the prank and would help us go back and forth. Unfoooortunately, Link isn’t very good at convincing people that he isn’t a spy... oops! Sorry Link fans! 

Jigglypuff was ALMOST accidentally cut from this chapter because I lost the list of characters on the girls’ side that I was using. If that was the case, she would have been absent from the fic for eight chapters in a row, which is the longest any roster character has gone without reappearing. (Although she still holds the record at seven chapters... sorry Jigglypuff!)

ON THE FLIP SIDE, Link, Bowser, Roy, and Snake are currently on a streak of seven chapter appearances in a row. Not sure about the other three yet, but I can say for sure that Bowser is going to be keeping that streak in the coming chapters...!

This is the first chapter since chapter 11 that I started writing scenes out of order. Thanks prank calls/Truth-or-Dare!

While writing chapter 11, I got so restless that I actually started writing chapter 12... and this time, I got so restless that I started writing chapter... 32?? Uh, oops? Yeah, there are a LOT of parallels with the other sleepover chapter LOL. Funny how things work out that way!

I hope you all enjoy(ed) this chapter! It was hell to write and I even got burnout at one point, but I’m happy with how it turned out. :) Thanks to all the dear friends who supplied me with Truth-or-Dare prompt ideas - this chapter would not have gotten finished without you LOL. That was definitely the biggest roadblock to finishing this chapter. I have a few other extra scenes to write and post, but other than that... see you in chapter 20 (which won’t be as long as this one hahahaaa).

[darkblueboxs]

COMPLETED FIC: THE SPHYNX AND THE HARE

Daemon AU Chapter 26 of 26: Victory Scream

Caith’s howl shoots across the court like a bullet as Neil collapses to his knees with the sound of the final buzzer echoing in his ears. The scoreboard glows like an impossible beacon overhead, 10-9, Foxes’ favour. The wolfish howl he had mistaken for defeat grows louder, a victory scream that soars over the furious caws and shrieks of the defeated ravens’ daemons. Neil has never heard Caith make any noise like it, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as human and daemon roar with unrestrained triumph.

[darkblueboxs]

An impromptu tsath drabble for @dogintheboiler

Main fic here: X

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Kevin bolts awake in the dead of night, and it isn’t until he registers the tremble of his hand that he works out why. The familiar quiet whine from the foot of his bed as his daemon resurfaces from their nightmare makes him wince instinctively. They freeze together, terrified of waking someone Kevin hasn’t shared a room with in over a year.

It’s several deep, shaky breaths before he registers the lamp-like eyes on him, but he shouldn’t be surprised when he finally connects the dots; Lexia never sleeps when Andrew does.

Caith is still twitching, still half-snared in their nightmare, and her weight shifts in the bed as she turns to her human in search of reassurance. It’s a bitter November night, the kind that injects a heavy ache into old injuries, and the chill traps Kevin in memories until he’s frozen through. If he is cold he can’t imagine how Andrew’s daemon must feel, skinny and hairless as she is, never allowed within a foot of Andrew or his bed to seek out the reprieve of his body heat.

Lost in his thoughts, Kevin misses the quiet thunk of Lexia landing on the floor. He doesn’t miss, however, the sudden feeling of warmth that wraps around him from the inside out. He looks over to see Lexia curling herself into Caith’s trembling chest, head tucking under her chin and eyes sliding closed.

The combination of warm and safe and protected nearly knocks him unconscious, but before it can Kevin catches sight of Andrew leaning over the edge of the bunk to look at him. His expression is unreadable, his drug induced mania at bay ahead of his morning dose, but the anticipated violence never comes. Andrew’s head disappears back into the depths of his bunk, and eventually the thrum of their daemon’s heartbeats falling in sync lulls Kevin back into a dreamless sleep.

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[darkblueboxs]

I just binge read your tsath. And did lexia and firinn have a bond since the Kathy show? 🥰💜 it was amazing I can’t wait till your new chapter 🥰 I’ll go read your other aftg things now! 🤗🥳

HELLO and welcome!!! I'm glad you enjoyed the fic. This is an interesting question, and I think the answer really depends on what you mean by a "bond." I think the first time they met, somewhere between Andrew whacking them with a raquet and Lexia pressing her claws to Fìrinn's neck, it was recognition. A moment of oh. You're scarred. You're a survivor. You're like me. The second time they met, it was... not knowing, not quite yet, but potential. You're smart. You're dangerous. You're a problem. I could know you, if we don't kill each other first. I could figure you out. Between Columbia and the aftermath came knowing, You're broken, you're crashing and burning, you're desperate for something, someone, anything. Then came "we're tired of being nothing," and with it, understanding, deep as blood and bone and soul. And that's when - at least for me - they started feeling each other's pull. For two beings so desperately alone, misunderstood and left in the shadows, it's hard not to reach out for something that reminds them of their own reflection. The Kathy Show is a revelation. Because by then Andrew thinks he has Neil pegged, a sad, scared runaway clinging to a stupid game because he has nothing else to live for. He thinks Neil has no more surprises left to give (and he has never been so wrong about something in his life). But then - but then - Neil and his daemon tear Riko down with the eyes of the world upon them, throwing themselves upon the anger of a man who could destroy them with a single word. Andrew's hand grazes Neil's back, and whatever it is, their daemons feel it, like a note played just above the range of human hearing. Is it a bond? Maybe, maybe not. But it's something, which, for two men tired of being nothing, might as well mean Everything.

[darkblueboxs]

questions that keep me awake at night #1: will lexia ever purr?

They’re not even doing anything when Neil notices it. He’s barely awake, watching the shadows dance across the ceiling as the curtains flutter over the open window, and Andrew is a dead weight on top of him. His fingers tangle in Andrew’s curls of their own accord, tracing from the top of his scalp to the nape of his neck in slow, senseless patterns. Andrew’s chest doesn’t deviate from the steady rise and fall that presses through Neil like an ocean wave, but the flutter of eyelashes against Neil’s skin is a giveaway. Movement comes from the tangle of sheets bunched up at the foot of the bed as two sets of eyes suddenly turn on him. Neil ignores their daemons until he feels a huff of breath against the palm of his hand, almost touching but not quite. Neil shifts, swaps the hand in Andrew’s hair for his other so he can hold his palm out for Lexia’s inspection. Every morning is a ritual earning her trust anew as she examines his hands, making sure they’re still the same scarred and calloused things they were the previous night. Satisfied, she presses into his palm.

She’s like a furnace against his skin, and as she nuzzles into him Andrew lets out a sigh so low it’s almost inaudible. It takes a little more concentration for Neil to attend to both of them at once, and he’s so lost in running Andrew’s curls between his fingers and smoothing his other hand across Lexia’s back that he almost misses it entirely.

It isn’t how he imagined it, not like the growl of a lawnmower or the whirr of an expensive car but utterly, utterly silent. He can feel it though, humming through the mattress like a phone set to vibrate, tickling at his fingertips, vibrating through his chest like a plucked string. When Fìrinn settles into Lexia’s side the sensation amplifies until Neil feels like every inch of him is humming in time with them.

Andrew stirs, shifts, presses an absentminded kiss to Neil’s collarbone. “Pick up your fucking phone already,” he mumbles into Neil’s skin.

“Sure, Drew,” Neil says, and lets his eyes slip closed once more.

[darkblueboxs]

pls give me lexia news ç.ç

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