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why is this such a theo raeken coming back from hell vibe?
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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
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Atlantix (co)
“Nah, because then you have to explain to your sister when you killed me but not them.”
There’s a second where Theo debates it nonetheless, scowling all the while, before he twists away, throwing his spear from one hand to the other. They’re right about all of it, which is really what has him wanting to say something scathing or bitter at them both. He doesn’t have a reason why he didn’t do it, why he helped the guy. Not a logical one, at least.
Years of practice means that when he turns his attention away from the still bickering duo, it’s fairly successful. The fact that the blond mop of hair trips out of the wall helps too.
“Shut up, Stiles,” he snaps, kneeling down, the butt of his spear pressing into the rock for stability as he watches the wall beneath them through narrowed eyes, waiting to see if the outsider is alone.
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Another week, another Wednesday!!!
Let's have some fun, and praise me because Ashes Ch 3 is POSTED (here), before we get into this week's craziness.
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.
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@outcastpack @transdunbar @renmackree @ksbbb @wolfboy88 @thiamsxbitch @disasterpenguin @vantaesen
WIP Wednesday 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.
Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!
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It's that time of the week folks! I'm dedicated to making this a regular thing because this game HELPS so much. Thank you to anyone that participates!
This weeks titles:
Love Like Hellebores
Let Them Fight/Fool Me Once, Shame on Yew
Atlantix AU (co)
Blind Theo + Chi + Liam's Anxiety
El Dorado - THIAM
Snippet of the Week: Let Them Fight/Fool Me Once, Shame on Yew
“Okay, actually, pay attention this time,” Theo huffed, turning back to Isaac, purposefully ignoring the two different growls.
One made him smile while the other had him wincing. Whoever had decided to put both Liam and Malia in this week’s group was insane. Each of them alone was distracting enough, for wholly opposite reasons. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering, whatever that clung onto him whenever the werecoyote was around. Three months was plenty of time to work out her fucking issues, or it should have been, so he thought. But no. A quarter of a year later, and here he was still dealing with the threats of snapped necks, bullets to the gut, or claws in his throat on a near daily basis. To top it all off, every time Malia so much as looked in his direction, Liam was growling on posturing, regardless of how many times he had been told it wasn’t his fight. The whole situation was so utterly fucked, all three of them near constantly on edge and the rest of the pack slowly getting thoroughly embroiled in it.
A sharp blow to his sternum knocked him back and the air from his chest. Theo’s eyes snapped back into focus, gold flaring in them as he snarled for a split second. Staring back at him, an eyebrow cocked halfway up to his stupid blind curls and mouth opening like he was about to say something that was going to just make the whole thing worse, was Isaac. The dull ache from the blow faded to the background, his focus sliding into place, narrowing to the “enemy” in front of him.
Tagging: (no pressure tags, is partly so that people ask me things and make me work on my shit)
@transdunbar @renmackree @dangerouscoffeetheorist @vantaesen @outcastpack @rd-eternity @chasing-chimeras @ksbbb @theoceanismyinkwell @disasterpenguin @singitoutgirl26 @raekensarcher @hemlocksandfoxgloves
#wip wednesday game#wip#teen wolf fandom#wip wednesday#theo raeken#thiam#liam dunbar#teen wolf fanfiction#thrett#theo x brett
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Looking for Buddie AND Bucktommy/Tevan shippers to follow.
The ship war is exhausting. I’m looking for mutual who like both ships and just want to enjoy the show without drama. Follow me and I’ll follow back (if you’re 18+)
Reblog so we can all try to find each other and create a chill corner here.
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there has to be one person in the leverage universe who is visiting the US from san lorenzo & sees sophie at some auction or ball & is like. um. lady from the $20 bill?
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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-
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Standing In My Ashes
update on the fic that makes me question my sanity, chapter 3 is posted! Go have fun, responsibly. I love this fic, but it's not for everyone. MIND THE TAGS. Please. (tags below read more)
Is technically a Thiam story, but it's focused at the moment on Theo & Stiles (platonic).
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat: Rape/Non-con Elements, Sex, Rape, Theo Raeken Is A Sex Slave, Torture, Psychological Torture, Sex Slave, Mindfuck, Mind Rape
Eventual Relationships, Eventual Romance, Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor, Protective Liam Dunbar, Hurt Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken-centric, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Pack Dad Derek Hale, Lydia Martin is Part of the Pack
Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Angst and Porn, Lots of Angst, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Post-Canon
#standing in my ashes#legendary#chimera or pheonix#teen wolf#theo raeken#liam dunbar#thiam#teen wolf fandom#ao3#teen wolf fanfiction#stiles stilinski#teen wolf stiles#derek x stiles x lydia#theo & stiles#dead dove do not eat#tw sexual assault#tw dubcon#tw dubious consent#fanfic
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Okay, but folks, this fits Theo Raeken just as easily...
He's the attack dog for the Doctors that grows into the role of guard dog for the Puppy Pack.
Where once he was starved for affection and abused when he sought it, he finds kinder hands and learns to trust the gentleness of them. Where once he waited for orders, hoping that the next one will make them see he's worth keeping, that he's valuable or worthy or notable, he now wants to be invisible, doesn't think anything he does -- no matter how good or selfless or self-sacrificing it is -- is worth a damn in anyone's eyes.
He waits for the day the Puppies but him back in a basement with a chain around his neck and blood in his teeth, but they bring him inside, curl around him on the couch and promise he never has to fight again unless he wants to. And he does, want to, but it's different. He wants to protect the home that's been laid at his feet more than he needs to survive.
Once upon a time he was a kept dog in the barest sense of the word that wanted nothing more than the taste of freedom and the ability to leave, now he's a stray with all the freedom in the world, but he chooses to stay.
the dichotomy between an attack dog vs a guard dog is like. an attack dog is sent out to carry out violence. it's starved and abused to ensure aggression. it has no other purpose outside of Attacking at the whim of its master. it's constantly on guard because a threat can come from any direction at any time. it's the dog chained up in a basement that's only set loose when there's something to kill.
but a guard dog is protecting instead of attacking. instead of being sent out to fight, it comes home to defend the house. it may be constantly on watch for an external threat, but it is content to lay with the sheep until a wolf comes to the door. the guard dog has a warm place to sleep, and is well fed and treated like a member of the household. it's free to leave at any time but it stays to protect the house anyway. do u get it. do u understand.
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silly leverage headcanon of the day: eliot taught parker how to french braid her hair. it’s the kind of skill that you miss out on when you don’t have anyone to teach you and no one you trust to touch you, and it’s also the kind of skill eliot happens to have in his wheelhouse, definitely because he’s "dated a lot of hairstylists" and totally not because two french braids keep the hair out of his eyes really well
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Reblogging for science!
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Literally the above.
I follow and then form friendships after. That's how this works. I met and befriended @raekensarcher like that, and now they're coming to my wedding!
So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?
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This is one of my favorite things to play with when I write Theo.
The fact that he had so little control over who he became growing up with Doctors, because yes as much as he could have run or not done what they wanted he was a kid and they were all powerful magic men. We Scott (an ALPHA) try to fight them and he was treated like a wet rag been thrown around. How was Theo, who grew up under these near-mythological figures, supposed to stand up to them and have any chance of winning? As a child, the innate instinct is to trust or at least defer to the people taking care of, as far as I know from my one psych class, so the idea that he could “man up” as a kid and push back against them is just so not a realistic thing he can do.
Urgh. I just love him as a character. He’s so complex and doing anything with him is just that much deeper by the sheer fact of how deeply his is scarred as a person, how much guilt he ascribes himself and how much he will show he cares about anything given how dangerous any form of attachment had to have been for him.
I really could ramble about this man for hours, but I’ve got things to do, so I’m gonna cut myself short right here.
I know that Theo did some pretty terrible things, and that's putting it lightly, but sometimes I forget and then remember that he was 9 years old when the Dread Doctors first approached him and promised him power. I work with children and I'm telling you that if a stranger approached any of the kids in my class with the offer of superhero abilities and comic book powers they would agree in a heartbeat. I just think that, forgetting everything he did for just a moment, his origins of how he came to work with the Dread Doctors (I use 'work' very loosely) was actually so very sad. He could have grown up playing lacrosse with Scott and Stiles but instead, he was turned into a killing machine. I'm not saying that forgives all the people he killed and the like, but thinking about little 9 year old Theo being strapped to the table by the scary Dread Doctors makes me so sad
Fully agree, and that dichotomy is what I’ve spend almost 90+ Teen Wolf fics exploring. Because Theo’s backstory is so very tragic, and really what else could he have done but turn out exactly the way that he did, except that: everything he did still had consequences. He still furthered the cycle of violence and created more victims, and more survivors. And one doesn’t cancel the other out, so where does that leave him, and the people around him?
I honestly think the only “right” answer to that question, is that there is no right answer. It is whatever Theo and the people around him can make of it.
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LTF/Fool Me Once, Shame On Yew
He stared down at the taller wolf, chest heaving and his animals both howling in his head with pride, as his snarl melted into a sharp smirk, the shift mirrored on his own face. After a moment, Theo stepped back, letting his opponent stand, knowing the other well enough that he wouldn’t be offended by the offer of a hand up or lack thereof, and thus went about rolling out his shoulders, encouraging his animals to settle back down.
“See? Get your opponent off balance, and then remove momentum. Easy.”
#teen wolf#theo raeken#teen wolf fandom#let them fight#tough like dandelions#tough like dandelions sequel
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Another week, another Wednesday!
Let's have some fun, people! This is my favorite part of my week. I wanna be put to work with the asks today.
This week's titles:
Ashes ch 3
Atlantix AU (co)
Love Like Hellebores
LTF/Fool Me Once, Shame On Yew
real steel - writing
Snippet of the week: Love Like Hellebores (ch 5)
From his spot on the couch, all but pinned beneath Liam with the wolf's back to his chest, Theo could see the door and TV. He had heard the familiar two-step patterns of Mason and Corey's footsteps from down the hall, long since accustomed to picking them out as a pair as easily as he could individuals, but he said nothing. His personal space heater had fallen asleep only 20 minutes into the on air movie, which had been about an hour ago. The news that Liam had been dealing with the stress of distance and what he knew of Theo's disappearing act about as well as he himself had been had rooted a festering nugget of guilt right between his ribs.
Mason and Corey’s voices became more clear, the closer they got. Even their conversations were very domesticated, with Theo's ears just about able to hear Corey telling Mason about how the shift had gone while discussing what they would be eating.
A jingle of keys followed by the front door opening revealed the couple walking in. "We had Chinese last night babe, how about-"
Corey’s eyes landed on Theo and his personal space heater.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence."
Ready as he had been for a jab of some sort, Theo winced, recoiling into the couch with his eyes falling. His arm shifted around Liam’s shoulders, trying to pull the dead weight more onto his chest, needing the touch and weight to keep him from trying to run.
“Yeah, I deserve that,” he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck with his one free hand.
“You deserve a lot worse,” Liam grumbled semi-intelligibly as he twisted, pressing his face further into Theo’s chest. “You’re a bastard, pain in the ass, piece of emotionally repressed-“
“You going anywhere with this?” Theo asked, glancing down at the mostly asleep wolf. “Or were you just demonstrating your lack of fluency in insults?”
TAG (both to write and send me asks!)
@outcastpack @vantaesen @rd-eternity @transdunbar @theoceanismyinkwell @wolfboy88 @renmackree @ksbbb @singitoutgirl26 @trpiaep19 @rhyslahey @chasing-chimeras @madsworld15 @fhaf123 @mmoosen @stitchkiss
WIP Wednesday 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.
Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!
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It's that time of the week folks! I'm dedicated to making this a regular thing because this game HELPS so much. Thank you to anyone that participates!
This weeks titles:
Love Like Hellebores
Let Them Fight/Fool Me Once, Shame on Yew
Atlantix AU (co)
Blind Theo + Chi + Liam's Anxiety
El Dorado - THIAM
Snippet of the Week: Let Them Fight/Fool Me Once, Shame on Yew
“Okay, actually, pay attention this time,” Theo huffed, turning back to Isaac, purposefully ignoring the two different growls.
One made him smile while the other had him wincing. Whoever had decided to put both Liam and Malia in this week’s group was insane. Each of them alone was distracting enough, for wholly opposite reasons. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering, whatever that clung onto him whenever the werecoyote was around. Three months was plenty of time to work out her fucking issues, or it should have been, so he thought. But no. A quarter of a year later, and here he was still dealing with the threats of snapped necks, bullets to the gut, or claws in his throat on a near daily basis. To top it all off, every time Malia so much as looked in his direction, Liam was growling on posturing, regardless of how many times he had been told it wasn’t his fight. The whole situation was so utterly fucked, all three of them near constantly on edge and the rest of the pack slowly getting thoroughly embroiled in it.
A sharp blow to his sternum knocked him back and the air from his chest. Theo’s eyes snapped back into focus, gold flaring in them as he snarled for a split second. Staring back at him, an eyebrow cocked halfway up to his stupid blind curls and mouth opening like he was about to say something that was going to just make the whole thing worse, was Isaac. The dull ache from the blow faded to the background, his focus sliding into place, narrowing to the “enemy” in front of him.
Tagging: (no pressure tags, is partly so that people ask me things and make me work on my shit)
@transdunbar @renmackree @dangerouscoffeetheorist @vantaesen @outcastpack @rd-eternity @chasing-chimeras @ksbbb @theoceanismyinkwell @disasterpenguin @singitoutgirl26 @raekensarcher @hemlocksandfoxgloves
#wip wednesday game#wip#teen wolf fandom#wip wednesday#theo raeken#thiam#liam dunbar#teen wolf fanfiction
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Hellsite lore, for any of the newbies in my sphere.
i have 3 moods:
skips every song on my ipod
lets the music play without interruption
plays the same song on repeat for days
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u know im gonna ask for atlantis au for the wip Wednesday :)
I expect nothing less:
A deep groan echoes around him as Theo vaults from rock to rock back up to the tunnels, ignoring the snickers from the two still standing at the mouth in favor of sliding down the chute. He hates his friends, he really does. They’re the worst, because even as he’s climbing up to the hidden ledge, the place they were supposed to be waiting for him at, he can still hear them.
He has half a mind to shove at least one of them off the edge before they even finish getting their footing, especially Stiles, as the jackass takes off his mask and is already smirking.
"Why didn't you kill him?"
Theo rolls his eyes, turning away from both of them. Of course that’s the first thing they ask, he grumbles to himself before he snaps out a coarse, "He was defenseless."
"No, no, that,” Stiles waves his hand around, almost falling as he does it only a few inches from free-falling, “was more than just fair play. No… Wait!”
A grimace creeps onto his face as his quasi-brother screeches, smacking their third repeatedly in the arm. “Scott, Scott,” he screams, like the second dumbass that’s smiling at Theo isn’t right fucking next to him. “He LIKES him! You think he's cute!"
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