#With the chimera pack not dead

[shinigamimailjeevas]

coming up with a new idea at work and being all excited to tell the beta and realizing they are asleep 😭

[bericas]

she feels no control of her body. she feels no safety in my arms.

[kittychimera]

favorite character liked by so little people i went through all the videos tagged with his name in less than 20 minutes.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Mercy ~ T.R.

A/n: I haven’t actually watched this far into the show, this is all from second hand understanding, so if it’s a little OOC I apologize :)

Request: “Can you do a Theo Raeken x Mreader where the reader never doubted that there was goodness in Theo’s heart even tho he committed terrible acts, the reader supports Theo because they knew that he was led astray since he was a child. The pack believes that the reader maybe crazy and when they discuss that Theo deserves everything bad that happens to him, the reader defends him, which makes Theo feels like he doesn’t deserve someone like them.” By anon

Word Count: 2100+

MASTERLIST

"Stop that." 

Y/n was a pretty passive person. His strengths came from maintaining focus and calm. Hiding, not being seen, never losing control. When he spoke, it was always even and his gaze gave nothing away. He wasn't particularly comforting, or good at fighting, but he was extremely good at getting out of a tight situation - or sneaking into one without consequences. It left him often as the one who could get reinforcements, deliver information where it was needed, or learn important things others couldn't because he hadn't been noticed or stopped.

Which meant easily enough that when he glared at someone, or when his sharp tone snapped through the room with genuine anger, the pack knew it was a severe reaction. If you didn't know him, it would be easy to dismiss the outburst as quieter than Derek's, or softer than what Isaac or Stiles might have hit with. There was no sass or sarcasm and even very little poison in the words... but the fact that it was so full of emotion was telling.

Especially because all they were talking about was Theo.

Scott raised his eyebrows as he shot Y/n a sideways glace. "Stop what?"

"Don't talk about trauma you don't understand," was all Y/n said.

Stiles' face twisted slightly with an anger leaning confusion. "What are you talking about? Theo tried to kill Scott and take over all of us. Including you. He did horrible experiments on the chimeras he did get his hands on - and most of them died. All he has done is cause pain and misery since he got here. Who the hell cares what he's been through?"

Y/n's sudden pointed look stopped Stiles dead. It was equivalent to a blade being pressed to his throat, or a gun leveled at his head. It was a threat - a promise - and he knew to back down immediately. "You never know what kind of person others' experiences would have made you if you'd lived through them. Theo was a child. And before you go off or dismiss me like you have in the past, Stilinski, no I don't condone or dismiss the vast amounts of harm he has caused the people around him. I'm not saying anyone is required to forgive him just because he had a hard life. I was there when Kira sent him to hell the first time, and I helped every step of the way. I stand by what we did. But he doesn't deserve all the pain and suffering he's been through, and it does matter, and he deserves a chance to get better and be a different person." He grew quiet for a moment, sensing everyone in the room growing tense and avoiding his eyes. He sighed and stood from his chair. "I'll see you guys later - let me know when you need me." He left the room, leaving everyone staring after him with wide eyes and parted lips.

Despite how important he found his message, Y/n knew not to push it. It wouldn't go anywhere to hit a brick wall over and over again. It would just break his hand.

-

"What's your deal this time?" Scott sighed the words, his shoulders drooping. This time Theo was in the room, and they'd been trying to ignore Y/n expression as it grew darker and darker, but Scott was powerful because he cared - of course he couldn't last forever.

Y/n's eyes were trained on the windows to the side of the room they were on, taking in the view of the outside past them. Trying to focus and ground himself. He needed to answer this calmly no matter how volatile he felt; they needed to be united in the face of those who depended on them. Like Liam and Theo. 

When he did speak, he could feel every single pair of eyes on him. "I will not stand for that talk in my presence. Keep your harsh words to yourself, or I will intervene."

Stiles, who had been the one going off on Theo, rolled his eyes. He was still wrapped up in his ow feelings and thoughts and didn't have the wherewithal to control himself - even under such threat from Y/n. He fell back on what he was best at: not shutting up. "Theo killed his own sister-"

Y/n snapped. He rushed Stiles, hands wrapping in his shirt as he slammed the other boy against the wall. Everyone scrambled, but Scott held up a hand and caught his breath, eyes wide. They all paused. They had trusted Y/n to not go too far this long; they needed to keep doing so. This was important to him, and it needed to happen. Stiles looked startled but unhurt, so they could hold their breath for just a second. Each person was coiled though, ready to launch the second Scott gave the signal.

"Derek tried to start his own pack and fucked up Jackson's entire life. He has been universally unhelpful, an all-around dick, and general trouble since day one and we forgave him. Isaac was part of that pack, and actively antagonized everyone in our pack - especially you and Scott. He got into fights, belittled other people, and fell through plenty of times when we really needed him. He's disappeared completely when we need him the most and we forgave him anyway because we understand him and see his perspective and work around it. Jackson actively tried to kill us for weeks, but we wrote it off because he was being controlled. But he was that vicious far before he was a monster, and actively bullied and belittled all of us. He put Scott in danger several times and tried his best to ostracize us and make us hate ourselves. Even Lydia used her intelligence and power to hurt and tear down other people - but she's the most active part of this community just because her powers forced her to be here and we accepted her the way she was after that, allowing her to be truer to herself as time passed until she became a genuinely kind and caring person.

"There have been plenty of people who have actively hurt us that we've forgiven. Don't even get me started on Peter. But we forgave them anyway, and they were far older than Theo was - and most of them did what they did without any outside influence. Theo was a child, and whatever horrible thing they did to the other chimeras for a month of two, Theo got for seven fucking years. I don't care what you think or what you know, shut your fucking mouth or I will shut it for you. He's been given the chance to change, and he's trying his best to. He has done a lot for us since he's been back - especially for Liam. He's one of the only ones who's treated Liam's struggles seriously while you make fun of the boy for what he deals with - and you know what? Now that I'm thinking about it, who the hell are you to say anything? You want to start digging shit up about the Nogitsune? How about Allison?"

A hand landed on Y/n shoulder as Stiles' face went pale. "That's enough." Scott.

Y/n caught himself, letting Stiles' shirt go and stepping back. You don't have to forgive him, or like him, but if you're going to talk shit it better not be where he can hear you. Or where I can hear you, for that matter. Next time I'll just deck you - I'm tired of your bullshit." And with that, he left the room. He knew there would be some kind of repercussions for that... but he didn't care. If he left the pack then perhaps it was just time for it to happen. 

He was sure that was the end of it for now, but he heard the door open behind him again as he made his way down the hall. Of all the people he had been expecting to see when he turned to defend himself - he had not been expecting Theo himself.

The brunette boy slowed out of his jog once he'd caught up, stopping too close to Y/n. There was something in his eyes. Tears, at his water line, but also so many emotions that twisted and roiled - too many for Y/n to even begin to decipher. Y/n was taken aback by the emotion, and froze in place, unsure what would happen next. Final Theo managed a, "Thank you," but it was so thin that Y/n knew there was so much to that than the simple two words would be communicating normally.

So he took a second to think, so absorb it all and try to understand. His expression melted and softened, opened up and allowed sincerity and vulnerability to come through. He had been watching Theo struggle for ages now and he was more than willing to let it show plainly. "I'm glad you're back, Theo. That you've taken this chance to learn new things and become a new person. I knew back then that you were capable of good, and you haven't disappointed."

Theo's eyebrows came together. "You did?"

Y/n shrugged, growing a bit sheepish. "I doubted it in the end... I mean, everyone has some good in them, but I decided that it was over, you'd lost your chance, and it hit me to my core. But you served plenty of penance in hell, and when you came back... I could tell you were so different. And I hoped again. And it all paid off. You're becoming the person I always knew you could be. I'm proud of you."

Those emotions turned across Theo's face again and he paused for a whole second before something snapped, or broke - something. Theo closed the distance between them, grabbing Y/n's face and pulling him into a kiss. Y/n hummed in surprise but the sound turned almost immediately into a moan when their lips actually met. The kiss was hard and passionate. Their hands pulled at each other, both of them losing whatever control they had in that moment to do their best to drown in each other. 

Y/n hooked his fingers in Theo's belt, pulling him closer, and whatever anxiety Theo had about the moment melted away. His hands moved from Y/n's face to his hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and tugging on them, forcing his head back to tuck Y/n flush against his chest as every inch between them was filled. Y/n moaned again and Theo sighed into the kiss, his expression relaxing and a smile coming to his face. He reacted again, forcing Y/n to scramble to keep up with him as he moved them through the hall until Y/n's back slammed against the wall.

It was aggressive and desperate but didn't actually hurt. Y/n found himself surprisingly comfortable and only enjoying every moment they shared now. There was tenderness to the kiss too. Small things, like the tips of Y/n's fingers running across the top of Theo's waistband and ghosting the skin there; Theo's thumb rubbing the softest circles at the back of Y/n's neck where the smalls of his hair grew thinner than the rest of the thicker hair, allowing his skin to feel the contact and tingle at such affection. There was nothing sexual to it, which also made every single kiss and bite as Theo caught Y/n's bottom lip or skated away from his lips and began to trail across Y/n's jaw and down his neck - it was all accompanied with sighs and kisses if Y/n's hissed in pain. 

How long had Theo wanted this? Because the sheer relief and desperation communicated Y/n's own feelings like a mirror. 

After a few minutes they both relaxed and melted into each other, their touches and holds relaxing until Theo simply leaned into Y/n, their foreheads pressed together. It was quiet for a few beats, and then - "I don't deserve you."

Y/n scoffed. He reached up, gripping Theo's jaw between his fingers. "I'll kick your ass too, Raeken."

That made Theo smile. "Feel free." He left another kiss on Y/n's lips, but this one was lingering and soft. It was more intimate that way, and they were both left a little dazed. "Will you go on a date with me?" He still didn't seem entirely sure, which was almost laughable after the kisses they'd just shared, but Y/n didn't say anything. 

Who was he to give someone shit for questioning the person they liked liking them back when they thought it impossible?

Y/n sighed, nodding. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Theo pressed their foreheads together and they sat there for a long time. Y/n got the feeling that neither of them would feel alone ever again... They had each other now. They'd be just fine.

-

Story Tags: @badblondebisexualboy

Male reader Tags: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz

[setevulpo]

chimera pack: the future they deserved

there's an understanding among all of them that, when the doctors come again, they'll be dead. the practical solution to that is obviously to pile onto the nearest car—which just so happened to be theo's—and run for their lives.

chimera pack | theo raeken | josh diaz | tracy stewart | corey bryant | hayden romero | fanfic

[zhivaoverdrive]

Saline Thief, 2

She never should have come back, intellectually she knew it was an insane decision. There was so much explaining to do. So much risk.

It's only a tiny fill. Nothing to me. And if I've gone too far... then... I better get checked. Oh god I hope they fill me-

That was about where the chain of logic ended. No chance the clinic knew she'd stolen from them. She'd been careful.

So Amy found her loosest sweater, steeled her nerves, and got in the car. Off to sell her greatest display of acting to date. ---

She'd felt less conspicuous in a waiting room. Her tits were just so huge since her last midnight escapade. In the rush of her intrusion, she didn't have an exact count anymore. But her tits were huge. Gigantic.

I must be nearing 40,000cc by now. God, I'm a freak. Am I the biggest in the world? No wonder I can barely walk.

And that would take some explaining.

Their huge spherical form pulled her down, even while seated she couldn't find comfort. She'd inflated her tits far beyond any sense of aesthetics or beauty. They couldn't be dressed down or hidden, let alone ignored. As Amy sat in the busy waiting room, wedged on a tiny chair between two beautiful women, she could feel all eyes on her. Even in this room, where everyone inside was here for cosmetic surgery, she was a chimera. To be such a spectacle would take some getting used to. Let them gawk. No going back now. --

"Amy, 11am. Have we got an Amy?" came the voice, startling her. Amy looked up, making eye contact with the nurse. Her instinctual attempts at discretion didn't seem to get far.

Pleaaase just let me out of this packed room first...

"Hi I'm-" she began.

"You're Amy? Here for Breast Augmentation, XL Expander Implant scheduled size increase?" said Nurse Laura, the waiting room dropping to a dead silence as she did so.

"Yes-" Amy croaked, her face turning red

"Are you sure dear? BIGGER?! Well if you say so. Come with me" Nurse Laura said, motioning to Amy's hugely swollen orbs as she spoke.

Still flushing, Amy swung her legs and moved her incredible weight forwards.

That was unprofessional... She knows. They know!. Shit

She wasn't going to panic, not just yet. But the minor task of standing up from this chair seemed too much for her. Amy tried swinging herself forwards, but her tired body just didn't want to do it.

"Come dear, you do still want them bigger right?" said Nurse Laura, extending a hand to the mortified woman still stuck in her chair like a turtle on its back.

The waiting room remained in silence for some time.

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[writingamongther0ses]

Monstober, Day 1: Chimera

A child goes to pray. Prompt by @yandere-sins

It started with Great-Great-Great-Grandfather.

To be fair, everything that went wrong in the family was blamed on him. He had been dead for more than a hundred years, so he couldn't defend himself, much less tick off an ambassador so badly that one of the main magic using kingdoms declared war.

Hera blamed Father for that.

Father also refused to try and find any magic. "It's from a savage era," he said. "We have machinery!"

As if on cue, one of the cannons exploded. It hadn't even been lit.

Hera suspected his answer was because he didn't know how to bring magic back. All magic had fled the kingdom when the Chimera was angered, which was the main reason why Great-Great-Great-Grandfather Bellerphone was blamed for everything. He had slain the Chimera's cubs and, out of revenge, the Chimera had taken it's blessings and the kingdom had fallen to ruin.

Hera hoped that the return of the Chimera would be able to help them.

She pulled herself onto the last rock and laid there for a second, panting for air, before getting to her feet. The last wizard temple stood before her. According to rumor, the Chimera occasionally visited, reminiscing on the past.

Hera prayed that this was true before walking in .

The temple was surprisingly bare for being a temple run by wizards. She could see faint patterns in the floor and wall, but she and scavengers had taken their toll.

Hera walked until she entered the main courtyard.

Here, she sat, pulling out her supplies. As much beef and lamb as she could stuff in her pack. Oil and paint. Candles-

Now, where were the matches?

Hera turned away from her set up to dig inside her bag. She knew she had stuffed matches in her bag, now where-

A puff of air, rank with rotting meat, blew over her head.

She froze.

"It's been a while," the Chimera said, it's presence making her ears ring. "Long since your family prayed for me."

Two paws, rich with golden fur, settled on either side of her.

"I have to wonder, what do you want?"

[buckybarnesss]

I LOVE READING ALL OF YOUR TEEN WOLF THOUGHTS!!!!

But I do have some questions. You had an interesting post about Omegas and how the Feral thing was Argent Propaganda/made up by fans, but it got me thinking about Ethan and Aiden. Before the alpha pack took them in, didn't they talk about how their previous pack had them at the bottom of the hierarchy, that they were the Omegas of the pack? How does TW define Omega?

Also, what was with their mutant alpha form? Were they like, special or have special powers? If you squint hard enough, could you say that's why Peter (maybe the hales?) had a psychic link with Scott?

thank you anon. i'm glad you enjoy my posts!

the hale triskele tells us what an omega is. it's a status of werewolf just like alpha and beta are.

werewolves derive their power from their packs so an omega being less powerful than a beta is often because they are without a pack hence the lone wolf.

the idea that omegas are feral is total propaganda to me. the omega we did see in omega was a normal guy seeking out an alpha but he was vulnerable due to being alone. the argents use the idea of omegas being feral to justify hunting and killing them.

when peter resurrected himself it came at a great cost of power. he says as much to derek in battlefield.

i'm not healing as fast. coming back from the dead isn't easy, you know. i'm not as strong as i used to be. i need a pack. i need an alpha. an alpha like you. i need you as much as you need me.

i tend to take what ethan and aiden say about omegas with a grain of salt because i think their lived in experience is unfortunately shaped by the abuse they endured rather than the norm of most werewolf packs. they were the scapegoats and "bitches" of their pack because their alpha was an abusive piece of work. duecalion didn't have to do much manipulation with them because all the had to do was show the twins basic compassion and offer them a way out.

as for their alpha form -- my best guess is that since your shift reflects what you are inside and being twins was a core part of their identity they were able to merge almost like vanishing twin twin syndrome in the womb only they became one giant person. we know the writers use the concept in season 5 for mason being a genetic chimera because he absorbed his twin in the womb. so maybe their ability to merge stems from that but don't quote me on it.

peter and scott's psychic connection has long fascinated me. it's rather unique to the teen wolf mythos. if i were to offer my best guess on this one i would say peter was able to develop a more refined and powerful aspect of the pack connection. derek exhibits a less powerful form of this when he senses scott dying in raving.

[rd-eternity]

Whumptober Day 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” | Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?” ||| ALTs: Decoy | After failure

Words: 3.2k

Summary: A new pack comes to Beacon Hills when they hear Scott's out of town, and seem to think there's no way for them to win against a full pack of werewolves without an alpha. Especially when they convince a certain chimera to join their side, or so they think. Unfortunately for them, Theo always has a plan.

“You should’ve remembered the feeling of drowning before double crossing me.”  His knee drives into the chimera’s back, weight pushing into the claw marks.  He mewls.  “Pathetic,” Winters laughs.  “All you had to do was identify werewolves for us and leave.  Was that so hard?”   He drives his knee deeper, hand coming to the back of his neck to force his forehead into the ground.  Theo wriggles underneath the weight, every inch of his skin torn and burning from the alpha’s claw marks.  His own claws drag across the ground, shaking as they tear uselessly at the wood.  Pain wraps his entire body, his focus on holding onto his heartbeat and chemosignals, shoving what Winters wants at him, flooding the alpha’s senses. It works, given the low chuckle from the wolf on top of him.  “I thought you’re supposed to be some terrifying chimera of death, but even you can’t fight an alpha.” “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have walked through the front door,” he groans against the wood, clenching his fists, claws digging into his palm.  “I expected you to be better than this.” Claws drive further into him, the knee on his back forcing the breath from his chest as his wounds drag across the floor.  “I’m going to kill you, and no one will miss you.  You’re a false werewolf without a pack.”   “And you’re a sad excuse for an alpha,” he bites back.  “Because you saw none of this coming.  Because I do have a pack, and you don’t.  Not anymore.”

[eneiryu]

hey!! do you ever think about Theo having some kind of chronic pain condition from the doctors' experiments? i know you've given him some lasting effects in other fics, but i was wondering if you think being a chimera wouldn't come with some kind of expiration date attached? like if theo is only alive because the doctors kept him on a plethora of drugs to stop his body destroying itself like an autoimmune disease, but now that they're dead all he has is a ticking clock on how long he can last without their treatments. something like that really fascinates me because it adds another layer to his time with the doctors - he really couldn't have left even if he'd been given the opportunity, because he knew his chimeric abilities wouldn't last long outside of that environment. the idea of theo being both trapped and liberated by his powers - on one hand, he's stronger than he's ever been and immensely capable of protecting himself, but on the other, he's locked in an active battle against his own body due to the modifications the doctors made - is really fascinating to me

i also think it's such an interesting angle to take if the pack finds out - it almost makes me think that theo would be even more sort of passively suicidal after canon ends, because he knows he's not going to make it, and that means he's even more willingly to sacrifice himself at any moment.

(i also just have this mental image of someone in the pack making a really lighthearted joke about theo's age or what he's going to do after the war and he just goes 'well i don't think i'm going to live long enough for that to be a problem' and the whole pack is just like WHAT)

just a thought I've been having! love your fics xx

So this is something of a yes/maybe situation, because on the one hand: I am very much in the middle of writing a fic that centers on the idea that Theo has a permanent condition that he’s trying to hide from the pack and manage on his own, and part of the way that he hides is…admitting to something very similar to what you’re suggesting. That as a failed experiment, he required regular “maintenance” that he now has to figure out how to do himself, since the Doctors aren’t around anymore to do it for him.

But on the chronic pain condition bit, I will admit I am super hesitant, mainly because I have never suffered a chronic pain condition, and I’d be concerned about writing it very poorly, given that it is a very impactful part of some folks’ lives.

So, I’m definitely willing (and am) exploring certain elements of the idea, but probably will end up staying away from others I don’t feel qualified to explore. But in any case: thank you for the ideas—I think they’re intriguing!

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Because i love you you piece of shit.

Summary: Yn goes to give Theo a pice of her mind after he hands Malia over to the desert wolf.

No warnings. This is a little petty but I hope you guys like

Yn stormed through the tunnels till she had reached Theo's pack hang out place.

She threw the doors opened and walked in past a very surprised Tracy, Hayden and Josh, and a very much amused Deucalion who was laying in a corner inmobile with a tube stuck in him.

But Yn didn't seem to notice them, and walked toward a very much surprised Theo, who stood infront of a table in which a jar with basilics talons laid on. Yn scoffed and took Theo by the arm, pulling him toward another room.

She let go of Theo and pulled the door closed. Theo could see Yn was raging mad and couldn't help being scared by her.

"You are such a fucking idiot Theo" Yn started and Theo realized that she knew of what he had done to Malia" You know how much Malia means to me and you trade her up to her psychotic mother for some bloodie talons"

"Why would I care how much Malia means to you sweetheart?"Theo answered, giving her a cocky grin. Truth was he cared but he wasent about to let it show.

"Oh, wipe that grin out of your handsome face. I though you were done with hurting people, you have your fucking pack of dead chimeras, you should be plenty of happy"Yn growled back

"Look at my eyes Yn"Theo made his eyes glow a golden color" does this look like red to you?"he asked her.

"Really?! That's what you wanted the talons for? So you can take the beast power away?" Yn scoffed at him "what you are going to do is get yourself killed"

"And why would that be if you care to enlighten me" he asked the girl. He knew that trying to take the beast's power could easily get him killed but he was too confident for that.

"Theo common let's face the truth, you are not even a real werewolf or a real were coyote, you can't simply go trying to steal an acient werewolf's power with some petty experimental talons" Yn gave him a look of desbilief and scoffed again at him.

"You doubt the plan yn. I'm going to take the beast's power, kill it, then I'm living with my pack" Theo pursed his lips as the girl rolled her eyes at him.

"Ok let's say the plan does work" Yn started again" let's say your plan goes perfectly. What makes you think your 'pack'"here she put air quotes" is going to want to stay with you? You rule them by fear and when they find their opportunity their going to bail on you. Or turn against you which is more likely. The power is going to consume you. It's going to get you killed, and you are going to end up more alone than Peter Hale. Because you won't have anyone to care for you one bit" as Yn finished her rant her voice grew less angry and she looked at Theo in such a way he just wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her.

But instead he swallowed that feeling and looked her in the eye"and what would you care if I did end up alone, if I did get killed?" He was expecting a 'hell no I hate you' so he was not ready to what Yn said next.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!" She exclaimed at him" and I never expect you to feel the same. God I would never dream of it. But that doesn't mean I don't care for you and that I care about what happens to you" her voice was berely a whisper but that didn't stop the chimera to hear what she had said.

Theo just stood there dumbfounded at what Yn had just said.

Yn looked at him expecting some sarcastic remark from him but nothing came. So she pursed her lips on a thin line and gave a short nod.

" And you are not going to say anything. Fantastic." She gave a short sight and pursed her lips on a tight line again.

She turned and opened the door and walked out, all the supernatural on the other side stared at her as she made her way out.

"Nice to see you alive and well Deucalion" she said to the blind alpha.

" Alive but not precisly well"he answered the teenager.

Yn just nodded at him and started to walk toward the door, but Josh intercepted her way.

" Josh I recommend you not to say anything and move out of the way, or you and I are going to count how many bones does a human body have"Yn threatened, and the dark haired boy just gulped and moved out of the way.

It was once that Yn was out that Theo actually understood what she had said.

She had told him that she loved him. And just those words aroused in Theo the feelings he had for the girl. He also loved her. But he denied it to himself again and again. He didn't want to feel the way she made him feel. Weak. But how couldn't he love her when she was an angel to him.

Yn was in the middle of her way out of the damned tunnels when she stopped and screamed in frustration.

She never meant for Theo to know. She felt so childish by her speech that she couldn't help the few tears that fell from her eyes.

When she had finally made her way out she got a call from Scott.

"Yeah, what do you want?" She answered making her way to the street.

"Can you get to the vet please, and were the hell are you?" Scott asked her unfazed by her mean hello.

"I'm making my way over there. See you in a minute" and before he could reply she ended the call and started jogging toward the vet.

Once she got there she ran in. And stoped inside trying to catch her breath."What's up?" She asked the older boy that had heard her come in and was waiting for her near the vet counter between pants.

"Theres someone, actually two someone's who want to see you" answered Scott with a small smile.

Yn made her way around him and grinned a wide grin when she saw Deaton.

"Deaton!" She exclaimed and ran to hug him.

"It's good to see you little one" said the vet as he hugged her.

"Now where is the next someone?" Asked Yn pulling away.

"Right here Yn" And Yn laughed as she ran to hug Braden.

"Where have you been? I missed you so much!"

"Business" answered Braden smiling.

After some catching up Scott said that they'd meet stiles and the rest of the pack at his house.

Yn was about to get on Liam's car when Malia took hold of her arm"You're walking with me" she told her."What?"

"You smell weird and your chemo signals are all over the place common"

And Yn couldn't help but comply.

"You know we could have talked later right?" Yn started once they were walking toward the McCall house.

"I don't think you would have told me" answered Malia looking down at the younger girl.

Yn shrugged and kept on walking on silence."Were were you?"asked Malia and yn saw that she wouldn't have rest till she had spilled.

"I was at the tunnels"

"Doing what"

"I went to Theo's pack hangout place"

"And what were you doing there?"kept on asking Malia, although she knew the answer.

"I went to hit him because he hurt you"Yn said quietly.

"Thanks" said Malia giving her a small smile"did you hit him?"

Yn sighted "no I didn't get to hit him-"

Something made Malia know that she had the chance but she didn't."-And I hate him for it" finished Yn gruffly.

"You love him" Malia told her.

Yn pursed her lips and shaked her head slightly.

"I hate that I love him. I don't want to, but I just can't seem to put anyone else above him"

Malia raised her ayebrows and hooked her arm with Yn's."That's very deep you know"Yn chuckled and smiled up to her best friend .

"yeah i sometimes come up with pretty impressive shit"

They walked for a while in silence

"i just know he'll never feel the same way about me"whispered Yn to Malia.

"have you seen the way he looks at you?"Malia looked at Yn as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "he looks at you as if the sun wouldn't rise without you. His heartbeat picks up everytime he sees you"

Yn looked up at her friend as if through had just dawned at her.

"he is obviously in love with you. And if he's not then he's loss." Yn laughed at Malia, and Malia was happy to finally see her laugh.

"thanks for always backing me up Malia, even if he hurt you"yn smiled gratefully up at her.

"You are my best friend. I will always back you up"

"Yeah, i sometimes come up with pretty impressive shit"I though this imagine off the I hate you i love you song wich I can't stop listening to.

[tarnishedinquirer]

Case: Morne Massacre (Conclusion)

Unsurprisingly, there were more gallows in back, but they didn't have corpses stacked up under them like the gallows on the ramparts. So this is where the other gallows came from. Nobles get locked in cages, soldiers get hung, and commoners get tortured. All die to the Confessors in the end.

I jumped down to the shallows below. The entire area was filled with purple-black spirit jellies. They were different and somehow more solid than the blue-white ones I've seen elsewhere, but no idea what that could possibly mean yet.

The grace pointed towards a gate sitting alone on a sandbar, obscured by golden fog. Whatever answers I was looking for were here, and the fog told me that I'd have to kill someone to get them. I summoned Edgar and without a word, walked through the gate.

One of the chimeras, bigger than the others, and with a wild mane of red hair. The voice called it "Leonine Misbegotten" which I guess is what the chimera are actually called. Its chosen arena was a small spat of solid land on the sandbar, packed with grave stones and with bodies piled high beside them. It fought with both ferocity and surprising skill, but we had numbers and magic. It fell, and I claimed the sword it was guarding.

There are advantages to my prison mask. It means that Edgar could not see the anger in my eyes as he left to go rescue his daughter. He let me keep the sword, though it was useless to me and unsightly to boot. I briefly considered chucking it into the ocean out of spite, but I'm above such things.

I sat down to compose myself and focus the facts. The voice said this place was called the Moangrave, which seems a bit redundant. Unless... if you consider the root of the word, it could refer to a complaint or accusation. Therefore, this could be the Grave of Accusation, or maybe The Accused.

Is this what Grace wanted me to see? This strange keyhole grave?

I turned to the sword, far too heavy for me to ever use, to see if the voice could provide answers. It said

The storied sword of Castle Morne. A revenger's weapon, it is burdened with oceans of anger and regret. One of the legendary armaments. A lone surviving champion from a country now vanished was so determined to continue fighting that he claimed the swords of an entire clan of warriors.

So. It belonged to the nameless revenger. He claimed the swords of an entire clan—perhaps his own fallen, perhaps a rival's—and forged them into this massive sword. He assaulted this castle and fell at the hands of Godfrey. However, he gained enough renown that they were forced to build a monument to his courage.

And perhaps, buried him with honors... on a sandbar. So that one day his body and his legend would be washed away.

It felt right.

Only the grave had persisted. They built a gate to bar access to it, maybe even tearing down the outer wall's gate to rebuild here.

The only other thing I could glean was the crest on the grafted blade. It looked like a heraldic wolf, or perhaps fox, with a bushy mane. Was this the symbol of the nameless revenger and his clan?

Maybe it'll make sense one day, when I have more information.

Thoroughly grounded, I teleported away to check on Irina. Maybe her father had found her by now.

Unfortunately, he had. Irina was dead.

Edgar was inconsolable. He cursed the Misbegotten and vowed revenge. Said he would hunt down every last one of them for taking his daughter.

My grudge against Edgar aside, this hurt. Irina had done nothing wrong. I could have joined him in his vow and revenge, but instead I retreated into cold, hard reason. They had ignored her last time I was here. Her blood was fresh and wet, and her body hadn't even cooled yet.

Her killers ignored her until they knew that Edgar was on his way. Whoever killed her wanted him to find her body fresh. They wanted him to see the cleaver, stained with her blood. Perhaps if I had arrived earlier she would have been able to choke out last words, but no, that would've been too unpredictable. No way they could control what she said.

It occurred to me just now that Irina had described a "frightful howling from all around."

Misbegotten don't howl.

Conclusion: There were forces at work beyond my knowledge. Someone wanted to break Edgar. They wanted him to suffer. For his crimes? For the wholesale slaughter at behest of the Confessors? No... even that felt like a means to an end. So many, dying in suffering, seeking to purge some heresy or infection, creating the very environment for the sickness to spread... it feels ritualistic.

The Misbegotten rose up, perhaps to stop the slaughter, perhaps to purge the infection in their own way. They let Irina leave because she was an innocent, not knowing she could also serve as a capstone to the ritual. A final sacrifice.

Somehow, I know this ritual.

Questions

Why would Grace point me towards the revenger's grave?

Why did the red-maned Misbegotten seem to revere his sword?

Why must Edgar protect it at all costs, and why was it okay that I carry it instead?

What is the symbol of the maned wolf?

Who was howling?

What was the purpose of the ritual?

Who really killed Irina?

[pansexual-puppy-pack]

@theoraekenapperciation 's theo week 2023: day 3a: platonic relationship — alec

For some reason, Scott brought the kid to Theo.

It had only been a year since they fought the Anuk-ite, and Theo was wrapping up his gap year. (He wanted to go to college. For what? He didn't really know, but Derek told him to apply for anything he was mildly interested in.)

"Theo!" Scott called, the door to Derek's loft slamming open. "You home?"

"You can smell me." Theo said, walking down the stairs. He detected two scents, two heartbeats. "Who's with you?"

He spotted the kid, hovering by Scott's shoulder. Curls and scared eyes—he couldn't be older than sixteen.

"This is Alec," Scott gestured. "Argent and I found him in Los Angeles."

"Hi," Alec greeted quietly.

Theo reached the lower floor. He walked over with caution. "And?"

"And since Derek isn't home," He patted Alec reassuringly on the arm. "I thought you could take care of him."

Theo blinked. "Me?"

Scott beamed and placed both of his hands on Alec's shoulders. "Yeah!"

Theo didn't have much time to protest, as Scott pointed the couch out to Alec and left as quickly as he came, leaving Alec to take off his shoes and set them to the side of the door.

Alec seemed much less confused than Theo at that moment. He looked around the loft as he walked over to the couch.

"He said that you have a pretty good idea on how to train a new Werewolf," He said.

The fuck gave Scott that idea—the chimera pack? "He did?"

Alec set his bag on the coffee table and unzipped it, taking out a box of takeout.

Theo went to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water, shaking his head. What kind of idea was this? He thought that Scott would've made a better move than to put a kid in his care—the last time he "took care" of sixteen year olds, one of them ended up dead (by Theo's own hand), another moved to New fucking Jersey, and the other was so fucked up over everything that he still refused to speak to him.

"Do you like tamales?" Alec asked.

Theo looked over. He was opening the box and unwrapping the packages in them.

"Sure," Theo said, waving him over. "There are plates in there and forks in the top drawer."

"Who's Derek?" Alec asked, the sound of plates clinking against each other following.

"An ally." Theo said, setting down the glasses. "He took me in."

After some tamales and conversation, Theo realized what it was that made Scott think of him, specifically.

Alec behaved and acted like Theo did after he was freed from the Skinwalker prison. Scared. Angry. (But why didn't he ask Liam, instead? Theo knew that Scott would've rather had Derek than him, but why not Liam?)

Well. Two things were certain: the kid didn't deserve to go through all of that, and he definitely didn't need to risk his life in that fight against Monroe. It was a good idea to bring him here instead of making him fight.

"Theodore Raeken." He formally introduced, after about an hour. "They call me Theo."

"Alexander Castañeda." Alec nodded. "No one really calls me Alexander."

"No one really calls me Theodore, either."

[twothpaste]

hey can i get uhhh 25 for claus please 🎤 🎤🎤 🎤

HIYA DANA

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

When I first played Mother 3 I cried about him. I've done like 5 playthroughs since, and cried about him every time. My actual very first impression of Claus was some fanart of him dying in Lucas' arms, which I encountered in someone's signature banner on an old Pokemon forum in like 2008 - as you & I know, that's just the kinda shit we all did back then! Some of his last words were quoted on it, basically spoiled the entire game in on fell swoop. I was so mystified & captivated by this image that it lived rent free in my head for a few years until I finally played the game myself. Being spoiled had no bearing on the immersion or emotional impact. I still got my brains irreconcilably scrambled, and have been suffering from Long COVID-Clausteen ever since.

For a while I was blackpilled like "ok there's not actually much in the game itself to go off of, Claus is more a piece of symbolism & extension of Lucas' internal turmoil than a whole character in his own right, also he has to stay dead, otherwise it's disrespecting the story," and I was so fucking wrong on all counts. The shit going on between the lines with this kid is like The Bible 2. Ancient Greek philosophers could not begin to unpack the layers of grief and trauma and hope and love and allegory that Mr Itoi packed into this fucked up little redneck child. He is endlessly fun & fascinating to pick apart and analyze and deconstruct and reconstruct, almost like a cybernetic chimera or something, or maybe a model dinosaur, idk. If you make him twenty he becomes the funniest sweetest saddest guy of all time. If you make him thirty I need to go take a walk about it. Why is his hair orange. I didn't ask for blxrpy (nonbinary form of blorpy) but now I'm stuck with him forever. His full name is Doctor Claus Jackson "Billy Dinner" Westwood Motherthree and I should probably take him out back and shoot him already before the situation grows any more dire (read: I will never do this).

[ru5t]

Project Chimera — “Smilers”

  In the year following the death of the fabulous four, Better Living devised several strategies for reclaiming land and otherwise tightening their control over the zones. Among these many nefarious initiatives, a particularly eccentric geneticist saw a unique opportunity to pitch their pet project as more than sheer experimentation, but something useful: Project Chimera.

  Initially green lit by Better Living’s board as a propaganda tool, the idea was to create a creature that supported several of the city’s earlier campaigns that painted the zones as completely inhospitable. The geneticist responsible was given the resources to “make a monster”. Something that could pose as dangerous, if nothing else, and look good being dragged in, dead, from the zones. Naturally, the scientists on the project team decided to go above and beyond the call. They created a recombinant creature using a mixture of natural and synthetic breeding practices to generate a beast that didn’t just look dangerous for a photo op, but would pose actual threat to anyone who ran across them. Thus, the first “smilers” were given life.

  Early smilers were large, roughly the size of big cats like tigers, and similarly built, with short faces and dexterous, heavy bodies. Hardy enough, their maker hoped, to endure the desert. The first generation were released into zone 05 in early 2020. Larger than any other (known) fauna living in the zones, these burly creatures caught many zone dwellers by surprise, and accounted for a sharp rise in unexplained mauling incidents and disappearances. They were also too large a predator to be sustained by the available resources of the desert, and after wreaking devastation to the native populations in the north, turned to hunting each other. Their numbers quickly dwindled. A second generation, smaller and faster, were introduced later in the year. These smilers were less individually impressive, but had been nudged toward more cooperative behaviors. They were pack hunters, and proved to be able to sustain themselves without burning through all the wildlife or turning on each other. And they still did plenty for the campaigns and even, to the BL/ind board’s delight, population control of the zones.

  In a matter of months, mother nature took over. The second generation smilers, for all their ferocity, proved not only willing to tolerate the much smaller coyotes that already prowled the zones, but able to pack bond with them, and even produce offspring. The resulting hybrid creature is the most common type of ‘smiler’ seen in the desert now, some ten years since their initial introduction. Though the city long ago lost control of the project’s direction, Project Chimera is still considered a great success.

APPEARANCE & BEHAVIOR

  Smilers today are largely canine in both form and nature since breeding across with the coyotes. At distance, they can be mistaken for large dogs, though drawing near will quickly uncover their more engineered features and greater size. They average heights comparable to the North American Cougar (or: they stand about to the elbow of a six foot tall person.) Their faces and general build are coyote-like, with slender middles, long snouts, and tall pointed ears which help them locate prey as well as regulated body temperature. Their more obvious recombinant features include some feline hallmarks, namely sheathed claws, long semi-prehensile tails, and a more dense, flexible musculature than canids of comparable size. Further notes on their physicality include:

Typically hairless, or mostly hairless with a short to medium length ruff at their head and shoulders, sometimes extending down the spine. Some smilers develop tufted ankles and tails.

Primarily nocturnal, though occasional evening or morning hunters. Their eyes are optimized for hunting in the dark, and more reflective than other species in the desert — a bright pair of dots in the night spells trouble long before they’re near.

Primarily pack hunters, though there are some who break this pattern. Smilers who seek out solitude are often larger than others, the more aggressive*

*of an already hyper-aggressive species. With origins as engineered beasts, they’re highly territorial and quick to attack most things that cross their paths — ‘solitary’ smilers have been known to pursue prey across multiple zones, whereas packs tend to stick more to their dens.

Indiscriminate hunters and scavengers, they won’t hesitate to dismantle whatever stumbles into their dens or falls for their traps. Different packs tend to have different preferred prey; rabbits for a small pack in eastern six, people for the pack of large smilers who live in the north, though the small pack wouldn't pass on a person and the big pack would happily snap up a rabbit.

Different packs tend to have preferred hunting styles

Solitary smilers are the most likely to stalk, kill, and eat other smilers (anyone observing and trying to research might note that these ‘solitary’ smilers tend to be larger and have shorter snouts and just might be a little tiny bit different from the common smiler, almost like they’re descendant from something like, say, a proto-generation thought to have died out)

Approximate size comparison of a common maned smiler to a six foot tall person. Please note this is an early visual concept that might shift in the future!

  Highly intelligent for a canid mammal, smilers can and have been known to pursue prey for large distances, like a pack of wolves, but they generally prefer to employ complex hunting methods such as lures, group ambushes, and even simple traps. The most uncanny of these advanced hunting methods is the ability to reproduce human speech and vocalizations. It’s a limited ability, like one might expect of a parrot, consisting of short words and simple phrases. These seemed to be paired to associations — a certain amount of cognitive recognition, though not likely perfect comprehension. Best as anyone can tell, a smiler knows that making a sound that mimics the word “help” or the sound of a baby crying is likely to cause a human to approach and investigate, but doesn’t necessarily know what the definition or meaning of “help” is. This-to-that association, an echo of speech and nothing more. (..So far. Evidence also suggests they’re still evolving out…) This ability is also what gained them their name — when mimicking human speech, smilers pull their lips back into a jarring, tooth-baring "smile". The reason for this behavior is unclear, but it's thought it helps to project the sound more clearly.

  Though it’s plainly obvious there is a pack nature at play, the specifics of the structure remain elusive, with no easily discernible pattern in regard to which smilers become pack leaders or why. Some groups allow in coyotes, and even feral dogs, while others are hostile to any and every other creature they come across. It seems safe to assume their intelligence level factors into things, somehow, it's just hard to say how. Current theory suggests that, like their preferred prey and hunting methods, different packs prefer different leaders, and there is no singular structure.

  Smilers are primarily found in the outer zones, 04 05 and 06. As mentioned above, there are known packs to the east and to the north. They're less commonly found elsewhere, likely due to the smaller prey pools of the barren salt flats and arid south. It is currently unknown if the smilers are capable of traversing the continent outside of the relative safety of the zones.