#Retorateras

[mmeowzer]

since retorateras has ended(😢) here's some stuff I wanted to share!!!1!1!1!1!

this is what I do instead of paying attention in class btw.(he's on my mind VERY often) also I have like A LOT more of these, but these are the only ones I can really share cause the other ones are scribbles and most of the time you can't really tell what's going on.. but um! for those who don't know the big fluffy monster Wilson is retorateras! retorateras is also a dst au by the amazing @girlygo2 !! you should totally check it out(pretty please check it out it's so underrated it hurts)

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@girlygo2 fanfic “A Beard That Matches The Monster’s Fur” spoilers under the cut

You ever read a fanfic that just

Makes you fucking

SOB??

Like in a positive way

I found this WilWes fic on AO3

“A Beard That Matches The Monster’s Fur” look it up /lh

IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD UGGHHH /POS

It was the first DS fic I had seen that went over how homosexuality was treated in the 1900s which I thought was really cool. I also LOOOOVED the romantic tension with Wilson and Wes; denying their feelings for one another bc of how they were taught homosexuality was wrong

Like Wilson fucking denies that he has feelings for Wes bc of his internalized homophobia and I’m just like “BITCH PLEEEASE JUST TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM FUUUUCK IT’S NORMAL TO LIKE MEN IF YOU’RE A MAN PLEEEEEASE” /nm

ALSO

THIS SHIT??? /POS

THIS SHIT MADE ME FUCKING SOOOOOOOOB /POS

LIKE I DEADASS JUST STARTED CRYING /POS

ALSO AGAIN-

MOTHERFUCKER

WHAT

“I don’t understand why I’m like this” BROOOO WHYYYYY /NM

IT’S OKAY TO BE GAY MY GUY BE GAY DO CRIME

Also, a message to the author: I FUCKING LOVE YOUR ARRRRT IT’S SO GOOOOOOD!! You can draw werewolves and stuff so FUCKING well it’s crazy to me /lh

Random thoughts abt the fic I’ve had:

I think it’d be cool if Wes could ride Retorateras like a Beefalo

Brooo what if Retorateras is a metaphor for Wilson’s internalized homophobia- /hj

Imagine Wes asks Wilson to make the same concoction Wilson made to turn himself into Retorateras bc Wes feels bad for Wilson and doesn’t want him to suffer alone- *coughs* huh what the fuck who said that

[nixandramorf16]

I'm sorry for the clumsiness and all that, I just don't know how to use animal referenceswell yes, I tried to draw Retorateros to @girlygo2

referens:

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BROOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS HAD ME GIGGLING, CRYING AND SOBBING DUUUUUUUDE

BANGER BANGER OF A CHAPTER WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Like there was a point where I was like "BROOOO STOP BEING SUCH A GOOD WRITER" LIKE YOUR WRITING BE PULLING MY HEART STRINGS /NM /POS

Edit: THE TITLE HAD ME WANTING TO CRY BEFORE I EVEN STARTED READING MAN

AFTER A MONTH LONG WAIT, 'WHAT MAKES YOU WHOLE' IS FINALLY POSTED!!

READ IT HERE!! RIGHT NOW!!

FIFTEEN THOUSAND WORDS I SAY. PLEASE ENJOY, I SAY!!! THIS IS A BIG ONE!! It's emotional, it's violent, it's ESPECIALLY GAY, and READY TO BE READ!!!!!

[smellslikestranger]

Hello, returned with the same usual stuff (Trison, it's always Trison-)

Also, did a sketch of @girlygo2's Retorateras AU! I hope I captured his likeness

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Rating: G | Word Count: 800 | Warnings: N/A

Summary: After feeding the Retorateras, Wes is led somewhere the two could rest away from the winter's cold.

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A gift fic I wrote recently!! I haven't been writing a lot recently BUT here's something. It's for girlygo2, who's written a lovely fic series that you'll find linked to this fic. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

It was easier than usual for Wes to find something substantial for Retorateras to eat than he thought it would be. Despite the day's chill, it seemed that a group of pigs and merms had gotten into a scuffle, and meat had been left behind in their wake. Although the mime wouldn't want to admit it, he was relieved that it was so easy to find something. Sure, Retorateras wouldn't hurt him, Wilson wouldn't hurt him. But as they've already found out, the other survivors didn't have the same luxury, especially if they did something Wes hadn't seen. But, he decides not to let it bother him, as the beast finishes up with the meat and finally discards the bone. What that usually meant, was that his stomach was full, and that he would be searching for a place to rest.

Alongside that, it meant Wes didn't need to keep watching, or following him around. Usually, Retorateras would just saunter away to find a nice place to sleep on his own, but this time he was looking at Wes for a long while, not moving. This was new, and this gave him equal curiosity and nervousness. The question of what he was staring for is answered soon enough though, as the beast approaches, taking Wes' hand, sniffing it, then trying to tug on it a bit with his mouth. There was no pain in the gesture, which probably meant that it was just to try and take him somewhere. So, he was being taken somewhere? He puts up his other hand, in a gesture of surrender before his arm was accidentally ripped off.

The walk through the snow isn't so long, though the wind seeping down to Wes' bones made it feel longer than it was. Along the way, Retorateras would often look back, or even brush along the mime's side for a moment. Though he didn't really know what this meant, it put him at ease for some reason, as though he was being looked after even if it wasn't quite necessary.

They make their way to a large burrow in the midst of an evergreen's roots, or maybe it was a piece of land hollowed out by a lightning strike. Either way, it seemed big enough to accommodate the creature, with a good bit of wiggle room to spare. Was this what he had wanted to show Wes? Without any comfort in asking, and without any way for Retorateras to respond, the latter simply lumbers into the makeshift shelter and takes a seat with a low sigh. Wes is given an expectant look, as the other seems to be waiting for him to join. It feels a bit forward, and Wes couldn't stop a redness from forming in his cheeks.

Despite that, he didn't have the urge to say no, the walk back to camp seeming cold and unforgiving. The sun was setting, too, and while he did have a few torches on hand, it wouldn't be enough to stave off the night's chill. He's sure the others wouldn't mind if he were to be gone for a night, either. As long as he picked up the slack, the others were usually a forgiving bunch.

Despite himself, despite knowing this should feel like wrong, Wes moves into the burrow, and lays down facing Retorateras. While the two aren't touching, he can feel the warmth surrounding them. It's almost magical, how small spaces can exchange heat so easily. This would surely work as a place to sleep tonight, but the beast seemed to have other plans than just remaining in each other's vicinity. Instead, he pulls Wes closer, to the point where the two are touching. The red in the mime's cheeks persists further, though it's not like he minds how close they are. It's strange, to feel protected by someone that could easily devour him if it wished. Though, he still feels comfortable, like none of the monsters of this realm could find him here. This must have been why he had showed him this place, so they could be close like this.

He's never realized how soft Retorateras was. They had brushed against each other, one time or another, but somehow he hadn't noticed or even predicted how it would feel. It's a similar feeling to that of a rabbit, but much thicker. Wes snuggles closer to his companion, the hollow's warmth beginning to lull him toward sleep. He can feel the rhythm of Retorateras' heartbeat, slow but steady. It's breathing, too, is slow but rhythmic. There are so many things that he could worry about besides that, but instead of something like that, he falls asleep easy, a murmur of "Je t'aime, Wilson..." coming from him in that half-asleep stupor.

Whatever happened outside this place wasn't important. It could wait until morning.

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@girlygo2 “Secrets From A Twisted Heart” Spoilers under the cut

This is mostly going to be me going over my favorite/most memorable bits in most of the chapters :)

I’ll also go over a few extra things throughout and at the end

He’s such a cringefail loser dude I love him

OH FUCK

Imagine if Walter noticed the creature having Wilson’s face Wilson would’ve been so FUCKED

The thing abt bits like this is like

We, the audience, know exactly what Wilson is going through

So like parts like this make me cringe a bit and go “Uh oh” bc I know what’s happening but the Survivors (other than Wilson and Wes) don’t (not saying that’s a bad thing. I just wanted to talk abt it)

I FELT SO BAD FOR WILSON AND WES HERE

Like Wilson probably just feels more like shit than he already did and Wes just feels awful for Wilson

Like I was thinking to myself “What if they knew it was Wilson? How would they feel?” (More in a negative way, directed at the Survivors [Not mad at the author], although it’s sort of understandable)

I think I felt that they’d feel a combination of sympathy and anger, as Wilson did kill Willow, but as he put it, it wasn’t exactly him doing that. If they were to know that, they’d probably just feel sympathy for Wilson

I remember thinking to myself before chapter 3 came out “What if they used one of the Survivors as bait”

Unlikely scenario but I still thought it

AWWWWWW POOR THIIIING

He’s so fucking dismayed dude

I bet when Wes heard her say that his eyes immediately widened and he held the book to his chest and kept it SHUT

AWWW NOOOOOO

He feels so fucking bad dude poor thing

OH SHIT WILSON RUN-

Also smth abt this, Wilson is still their friend. Even if Wilson is the beast, and is technically what killed Willow and hurt Winona, I believe that if the Survivors knew more abt what Retorateras was, they’d understand better. Retorateras isn’t exactly a separate entity. Wilson is still there. The mind of Retorateras (from what I can remember and determine) is a combination of a human’s mind and a beast’s mind. However, based on what happened with Willow at the end of part 1, sometimes the beast takes over completely (from what I can determine).

It’s not exactly a bloodthirsty monster. Wilson is still there, although he’s not always controlling half of the mind. But that’s not Wilson. That’s the beast. There is a difference I believe, based on what the story tells (I think I’m getting this right?)

Smth I also noticed while going through chapter 2 again was how well characterized everyone is. Everyone matches their canon attitude :)

Also, remember how Wickerbottom said Maxwell wasn’t there?

Where tf is Maxwell? Is he still dead after being freed from the Throne? I’m assuming that’s why he’s not there



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Retorateras - Wes Edition

Retorateras AU by @girlygo2! Go read the original fic if you haven’t already!

“Wes taking the ‘medicine’” concept hypothesized by @girlygo2

WARNING!!! This fic gets kinda violent, there’s also talking of suffering alone in this. If you aren’t comfortable with that, don’t read this. Extra note: This fic contains slight internalized and period-typical homophobia.

Special thanks to @girlygo2 for letting me use her Wes beast form for this fic. A few scenes of this fic are also inspired by some of girlygo2’s art! I’ve provided a pic of said art at the end of the fic (again, art credit goes to girlygo2).

Wes looks on from the tree stump he is sitting on, notebook and feather pen in hand. He looks into the direction Retorateras- Wilson had ran to after transforming once again.

Having to see his friend suffer like this… Wes feels awful for Wilson.

He wants to help in any way he can.

Wes opens up the notebook and begins to write.

I want to help Wilson in any way I can. I want to be there for him… that’s why I want to ask.

Wilson, if you’re reading this, I know you told me about a, as you put it, “medicine” that caused this monster.

I wanted to ask if you could make that medicine for me. I know it sounds awful, but I want to be there for you. I want to help you, even if it’s at my own expense. Please trust me, I understand what I’m putting myself through. I’m only doing this for you.

I simply just cannot watch you suffer alone anymore.

- The next morning -

Wilson has returned to camp, all messy and clothes torn up. Willow, of course, has scolded him again for running off.

If only he could tell her why he’s been acting this way.

Wilson finds Wes sitting outside his tent, looking a bit upset. He’s also holding onto his notebook. Wilson walks directly towards the mime, wanting to know what’s wrong.

“Wes, are you alright?” Wilson asks.

Wes opens up the notebook and goes to a specific page he’s already written on. He turns to face Wilson and he points on the page, indicating that he wants Wilson to read it. Wilson takes the book and reads what Wes has written. Wes looks away as the scientist reads. Wilson’s face goes from a focused expression to a shocked one.

Wilson harshly whispers. “Wes! Why would you even ask? I can’t do that to you! I don’t want you to go through the same pain I went through. You don’t deserve it!”

Wes quickly turns back to face Wilson with a stern but upset look on his face. The mime smacks his hands together, practically begging for Wilson to take his offer. Wilson looks in shock and confusion.

Wilson speaks again, also in a harsh whisper. “Wes, no. I understand you don’t want me to suffer alone, but I’m fine! I’m alright with suffering alone! I did it back home! So who’s to say I can’t do it here!”

Wes looks in disbelief. Wilson processes what he said.

“…I’m sorry… I’ve made you feel even worse, haven’t I?”

Wilson suddenly feels the mime hugging him. Wilson, a little reluctantly, hugs Wes back.

Wilson and Wes eventually let go of each other.

Wilson begins to reconsider what he said. He doesn’t want Wes to be upset, or feel bad for him. But he feels that no matter how hard he could try to comfort Wes and tell him he’s fine, Wes’ empathy and guilt for him would not go away.

Wilson doesn’t want to see Wes upset, just like Wes doesn’t want to see him upset.

It’s what Wes wants. As long as Wes is happy, Wilson is happy.

Maybe it would be better if Wilson made Wes the medicine.

Wilson speaks again. “I may consider it… making the medicine. Even though I may not like it, it’s what you want, right?”

Wes nods.

“And you do understand what you’ll put yourself through right?”

Wes nods again.

“…You really are willing to do anything for me, huh?”

Wes smiles and nods again.

Wilson thinks to himself. “I am too.”. A small smile grows on his face. He blushes a little. He immediately tries to stop it though.

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

The two get up and go off to start their tasks for the day.

As the two walk away, Wilson thinks to himself.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. We can be together.”

He immediately wants to forget he thought that (although the thought doesn’t seem to go away).

- Later, in the evening -

Wilson had called Wes over to the far back of the base where they wouldn’t be seen. Wilson is sitting down with a beaker of liquid in his hands. He’s shaking, likely a little nervous. Wes sits down next to him.

Wilson looks at Wes, holding the beaker in his hands. He hands Wes the beaker and he speaks in a slight whisper “Okay… just… drink that. And… let me know if you start feeling anything. I’ll take you out to that clearing when the transformation starts.”.

Wes nods. He looks into the beaker. The liquid very much resembles water. He hesitates to drink it.

Wilson breaks the silence, again whispering. “If you’ve changed your mind you don’t have to-“ Wes turns his head to Wilson and shakes his head.

Wes takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

He immediately puts the edge of the beaker to his mouth and drinks the liquid. Once he’s done, he spits out his tongue. The medicine is bitter and practically tastes like nothing. Wes hands the beaker back to Wilson. He takes it. “Let me know if you start having a headache, alright?” Wilson speaks.

Wes nods.

“Okay.”. The scientist responds. The two separate.

- A little later, during the night -

Wes sits alone in front of the campfire. Wilson and Willow are still awake, cleaning up for the day. They are both toward the camp’s exit.

Wes stares at the fire. He studies how it moves, how it dances, waiting to feel a sign that his beast might awaken.

He suddenly feels a sharp pain in his head.

Wes rubs his temple and slowly gets up. He heads over to Wilson.

Wilson turns to see Wes walking towards him. The mime is rubbing his head as he walks. Wilson whispers. “Wes? Are you feeling okay?”

Wes points to his head and clenches his fists to signify to Wilson that his headache has started. Wilson panics a little bit.

“Alright. Hold on a moment-.” Wilson walks over to Willow.

Wes looks on as Wilson goes over to Willow, likely to tell her that he’ll be leaving. He’d likely try to make up an excuse to leave.

Wes leans against a stone wall that protects the base from intruders. He continues to rub his head and take deep breaths to help soothe himself. He can barely focus on what Wilson and Willow are saying. Wilson eventually comes back and leads Wes out of the base. “Come on.”

Willow watches as the two walk off. She doesn’t look too happy.

The two stop in a familiar clearing. Wilson sits Wes down. Wilson embraces Wes and rubs Wes’ back to comfort him. Wes embraces Wilson back, clenching his hands against Wilson’s pinstriped vest, as his transformation begins.

Wes feels fur growing on his arms and face. He feels claws bursting from his gloves. He can hear the sound of his clothes, along with Wilson’s, being torn.

They’re both turning at the same time.

Wes can feel a sharp set of fangs grow. He can also feel and hear his back arch and bones reposition. It’s awful.

“It’s all for Wilson.” Wes thinks to himself.

On Wilson’s end though, he thinks to himself. “What if his beast form can’t be controlled? What if it’s dangerous?” Wilson almost wants to pull back away from Wes out of fear he could get hurt, but he remembers something.

“I can’t leave. I have to be there for him, just like he’s there for me… it’s only right.”

Silent whimpers are replaced by growls. Growls can be heard from Wilson too.

They both eventually black out to the ground, still embracing each other.

…

Wilson is the first to wake up. His transformation is done, so is Wes’. Wes hasn’t awakened yet. Wilson slowly gets up.

Wilson takes a look a Wes’ beast form. It’s fairly different from his own. His body almost looks like that of a ferret. His fur is black and feathery. There is a long gray stripe on the beast’s back. Not only does this black fur cover his body, it also covers the limbs. The tail is also pretty long, especially compared to Wilson’s. He also has long ears. Wes’ makeup is also visible through the fur-covered face… The beast’s face really is just Wes’ face buried in fur.

Wilson shakes Wes a bit with one of his paws, trying to wake him up. Wes slowly opens his eyes to see Wilson looking down at him, a little concerned.

Wes slowly gets up and tries to adjust to his new form. He stands up and balances fine. He looks into Wilson’s eyes.

Wes can’t physically smile, but internally, he beams.

He rubs his face onto Wilson’s. Wilson does the same back to Wes, although a little reluctantly and hesitantly.

Wilson is surprised that Wes is so happy… He’s happy Wes is happy.

Wes walks forward a bit. He internally beams. He wants to explore. He’s curious to see if there’s any place the other Survivors haven’t seen yet.

He runs forward. Wilson quickly follows behind, concerned for Wes’ safety. Wes darts around the area happily. Wilson follows him. He goes from feeling concerned to almost excited.

He and Wes are finally able to be together while Wilson has turned. Wilson doesn’t really like to admit it though.

The two run for awhile. Wes slows down, so does Wilson, who followed close behind him. The two realize they haven’t eaten in a bit. The two tread the area to look for anything to eat.

Wilson finds a few rabbits outside the clearing. Wes finds him gobbling down the little creatures. He looks on, perturbed.

Wilson looks back to see Wes, who is, again, perturbed by what he saw. Wilson walks over to Wes and tries to comfort him into eating one (emphasis on try).

Everyone at camp had always cooked their meat before eating it. To not have to cook it was odd.

Wes eventually gains the courage to try a sneak up on a rabbit. Once he’s close enough, he strikes.

Blood immediately covers his face.

Wes feels guilty. Wilson walks up to his friend and comforts him by nudging his face a bit. Wes nudges back. The two find a few more rabbits before leaving them alone.

The two continue their journey outside the clearing. They discover a small Beefalo herd out in the distance. Wilson notices the herd and gets an idea.

He looks over to Wes. Wes looks back. Wilson nudges his head toward the Beefalo heard. Wes, internally, is surprised.

The two practically read each others minds.

The two beasts walk behind the herd, prepping to strike. They walk next to each other.

Once the time is right, Wes strikes first. He strikes a Beefalo from the back and bites down.

The entire herd notices the attack and prepare to strike Wes. Wilson quickly runs in and charges a few of the herd.

Wes tries to fight off the oncoming Beefalo. He continuously scratches and bites until each one is taken down. Wilson fights off his share of the herd, charging and biting continuously.

Fur and blood go flying around the area. Blood covers Wes and Wilson’s faces. Growls and snarls are heard every which way amongst the scuffle.

Until it all quiets down.

Wes and Wilson have come out victorious.

The bodies of the Beefalo herd slowly dissipate and faze out of existence. Blood is still scattered around though. The two beasts eventually leave the scene and find a place to sleep for the night.

Wilson and Wes walk through the land. Wes is leading while Wilson stays behind.

Suddenly a small thud is heard. Wes looks back to find Wilson laying on his side. He fell asleep.

Wes walks over to Wilson and lays beside him. He wraps one his arms around the sleeping Wilson and lets himself dose off…

…

It’s the next day.

Wilson and Wes are human again. They’re both still sleeping. Their clothes are torn and tattered. Wes’ makeup is also a little messy. So is Wilson’s hair.

Wilson slowly opens his eyes.

He finds Wes directly next to him, sleeping.

He gasps and quickly moves back. The arm that Wes had rested on Wilson limps off of the scientist as he moves back. Wilson realizes Wes had laid his arm on him.

Wilson blushes and cups his face in his hands.

Wes slowly wakes up and rubs his eyes. He yawns and stretches. He looks ahead to find Wilson awake, his face cupped in his hands.

Wes scoots over to Wilson and pats him on the back. Wilson’s head jolts up. He looks at Wes and smiles.

“…Hi.”

Wes smiles back and silently giggles. He waves.

Wilson slowly picks himself up. He also helps Wes up.

“…We should get back to camp… can’t wait for Willow to be steaming like a pot when we get back…”

Wilson and Wes frown a bit… but then Wes smiles and tries to lighten the mood. He taps Wilson’s shoulder and Wilson turns to look at him.

Wes lifts up a hand and imitates a talking mouth with it. He opens and closes his mouth. He’s imitating someone talking.

Wilson chuckles. Wes silently chuckles back.

The two head back to camp together.

Wilson is happy that he’ll have someone there for him.

- END -

This is the art I was talking about before. The art was made by girlygo2. It’s not on her Tumblr though, it’s on her Twitter.

Look up Girlygo2 on Twitter’s search bar and you’ll find her :)

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I listen to “Monster” by Skillet and then my brain goes “Oh Wilson in “Retorateras” by Girlygo2 on AO3”

It’s kinda like a slight exaggeration of Wilson’s feelings on Retorateras to me

I got some brain rot abt this fic rn

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Might make a post going over Retorateras part two later :)

[retoraterasnews]

Like Retorateras? Do you also like Music?

WELL HEY! You're in luck, because this fic has a "soundtrack!"

(*put in quotes because I mean... I mean I just made a playlist. YES IT'S ON YOUTUBE I'm sorry to Spotify users x))

Sit back, and enjoy the musical theme for each chapter.

(I also hope you don't mind the ads on the first video. I doubt they're intentional, but I'd use an adblock or just watch out for midrolls.)

Tracklist:

Retorateras's Theme

Awakening

Encounter

Request

Documents

Red Snow

The Hunt Is On

The Tale Of The Mad Snow Beast

Machinations

Major In Chemistry

What Makes You Whole

Petrichor

[retoraterasnews]

Praeteritum

That… monster, whatever it was, wouldn’t come back. He quickly tried to take solstice in the possibility that whatever happened was truly only one thing and one thing only.

A quick, temporary mistake.

Time would only tell.

[retoraterasnews]

So... What now?

Hello! It's still a pretty late evening on a sunday for me, and I wanted to write out one final update.

Retorateras is now finished!

But what will happen to this blog...?

Honestly, I'm thinking of turning it into an update blog for all of my projects, and an upcoming potential fanfic! (It's about DS and mostly about Maxwell and Wilson so dw)

but I do want to say something. I want to talk about the journey of writing this fic. It... had a splendid one! obviously with some bumps, creative burnouts and some rushed chapters, and I definitely learned a lot about making something like this.

Any future big fics won't have multiple "parts," I'm pretty sure, and I would've much preferred this fic to stay in just one, not three!! but oh well x)

I also want to say thank you. Thank you so much for reading, following, and enjoying! I know Wesson is a bit of a niche ship and there is a small part of me that wishes the ship was something else, but that will never come to be. Because I'm not rewriting 63k words to make this into a Maxwil fic LMAO--

It's also very sad to say goodbye to Retorateras, and lay it to rest... but with all big projects and stories, that will always need to come. The future of this blog may be a rebranding, or it'll stay here and collect dust as an archival page.

Either way, no matter what, I will see you in the next story.

(oh! and enjoy this art I made preemptively for when the fic would be finished. yes. 2023. I made it a couple months ago give me a break lol)

[retoraterasnews]

!!THE FINAL CHAPTER OF RETORATERAS HAS BEEN POSTED!!

"Petrichor"

GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!!

Three months!! wait, three months I've kept you waiting? I'm so so sorry! I hope this is worth the wait <:)

ALSO THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE COVER ART I'VE MADE. I think I'll post the art by itself alongside this.

[retoraterasnews]

!Teaser!

Reminder, the 17th!!!!

[retoraterasnews]

Teaser

It's about time!

JANUARY 17TH!!!