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for @theoraekenapperciation day 6: career - biologist theo

even though theo had been pretending most of the time while trying to get into the pack, he soon found that his love of biology hadn't been fake, and his grades in AP biology were probably the only truthful thing about him. after graduating, he goes to college amidst the pressure of his peers, and falls even more in love with the subject, to the point that he pursues a degree in the field. he finally has a way to use his intelligence for something other than manipulation and survival, and his contributions to the field of biology soon outnumber the crimes of his past.

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another one for @theoraekenapperciation day 5 - rarepairs: twins!theo and malia

this is one of my personal favorite aus/headcanons/theories/whatever, theyre so sibling coded to me :)

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moodboard: theo raeken as a science librarian

companion to The Honeymoon Wars by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

“I changed my mind,” Theo says. “You’re never, ever setting foot in my workplace, ever.” Liam pouts. “Ever?” “Never.” “Fine. Then you don’t get to come visit the museum, either.” “Why on earth would I want to spend my time collecting dust with the dinosaur bones?” “For the last time, Theo.” Liam pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not that kind of museum.” “Oh. Well, then. Guess that means you have to show me around so I finally know what kind of museum it is.” “I don’t let in people who clearly have no appreciation for the significance and impact of history on our present day.” “What about a friend discount?” “You’re a dickhead,” Liam reminds him, “and dickheads don’t get discounts.” Theo has been leaning closer and closer to Liam throughout the whole exchange. Now he steps across the last few inches between them, holding eye contact with Liam, as he plucks the bag of green beans from his hands. “Then you still don’t get to come to the library to meet Dread Pirate Roberts or Alec.” Liam goes cross-eyed from the intense eye contact. He seems to have stopped breathing completely, and doesn’t regain his bearings until Theo has breezed past him to shove the shampoo and body wash in the linen closet down the hallway. Liam calls after him, “H-hey! I have a library card, you know! I’m a resident of this county! You can’t just ban me from the library if I thirst for knowledge!” “Thirsting, my ass.” “You wish I was thirsting for your ass,” Liam mutters darkly, and clearly intending for Theo to hear the jab.

filling day 6: career of #theoappreciationweek2025! Thanks for organizing this, @theoraekenapperciation.

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another one for @theoraekenapperciation day 5 - rarepairs: twins!theo and malia

this is one of my personal favorite aus/headcanons/theories/whatever, theyre so sibling coded to me :)

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Visual prompt— day 5: fangs

@theoraekenapperciation !💕🤗

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Moodboard: Chimera BFFs - Theo & Josh & Corey Friendship

For @theoraekenapperciation week day 5: rarepair

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for @theoraekenapperciation day 5: rarepairs - drummer theo/vocalist brett

theo hadn't meant to end up in someone's bed that night - especially not the bed of brett talbot, the pretentious and irritating lead singer of a rival band. theo hated him, hated the way he sounded on stage and how he almost never wore a shirt when performing. those things were less unappealing, however, when brett was shirtless and on top of theo, making sounds that were closer to heaven than theo had ever thought he would get.

what started as a drunken mistake soon turned into an actual flirtationship, shocking the fans of both bands (and their fellow band members) with their newfound "friendship" and leading to rumors circulating online. it all came to a head when brett showed up to one of theo's shows and kissed him in front of their fans, telling the world that theo was his and he didn't care who saw.

if brett's music started leaning towards the romantic afterwards, nobody really commented on it. besides, who wouldn't wax poetic about theo raeken's drummer biceps?

ignore me doing more punk aus, its my bread and butter

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Moodboard: Like Father Like Son (Peter & Theo)

For @theoraekenapperciation week day 5: rarepair

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moodboard: theo raeken and his (in)humanity

"What if I don't want the monster

to stop being a monster?

What if that's the only anchor I have left?" --Andrea Gibson

filling day 5: fangs of #theoappreciationweek2025! Thanks for organizing this, @theoraekenapperciation.

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day one: “homeless”

(let’s ignore that i’m several days late to this and that this is completely un-betaed, life has been kicking my ass)

a snippet!!!! more theo week shenanigans to come

thank you for @theoraekenapperciation for hosting this lovely event!

Theo needed to get gas. Badly. The needle on the gas gauge had been teetering around the ‘empty’ side a little too much for his liking, but he didn’t really have a choice. Gas required money, which he didn’t have. Sure, the option to steal was there, but with how close on his trail that Stilinski’s deputies were, he knew he’d have a tough time getting away with it. Knowing his luck, he’d probably get arrested for even thinking about theft.

His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he stared down at the near-empty gauge, his eyes digging holes into the plastic as if that old change the outcome. Ever since coming back from there, his truck had been his only sanctuary. When he’d first come to Beacon Hills, he’d slept either on the floor in the sewers or on the floor in the big, empty house at the end of the road with his pretend parents. Comfort or security hadn’t been something he’d had since he was a child, the feeling of safety scarce at best, so the backseat of his truck didn’t seem like that bad of a deal.

At least he was alive. Well, sort of. Was what he was doing really living? Was he still stuck in hell? Was Tara about to crawl out from the street’s storm drain like the clown from that Stephen King book and tear out his heart again?

A deep, weary sigh sounded out through the cab, cutting through the sound of the rain tip, tapping on his window. Maybe he should have given Liam’s offer more thought. A bed sounded heavenly right now. Perhaps sleeping on a mattress would get rid of the persistent ache in his lower back, the one that no amount of shifting or exercise or stretching could fix.

As he looked up at the ceiling in his car, Liam’s words from days prior rang out in his head.

“We have an empty room, you’re welcome to stay there if you want.”

A bitter, caustic laugh spilled out past his lips as he laid his head back into the cushion at the top of his seat, his eyes focused on a stray thread that had come undone at the edge of the roof. Having a room in a house like Liam’s was a pipe dream, one he was absolutely not interested in. If he was going to get out of the situation he was in, he was going to do it like he did everything: Alone. God knows he’d been through enough shit to bring the sanest of people to their knees, and he did it all with no help from anybody. Not Liam, not Scott, not the Doctors, not anyone. He was almost nineteen, he could do this.

With a tired grunt, he reached down and turned the key, the engine rearing to life after sputtering for a moment or two. Food could wait, he was going to get gas. Maybe his luck would eventually change, but for now he was going to rely on the one thing he knew he could always rely on.

Himself.

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day two!! - theo’s truck (moodboard)

@theoraekenapperciation

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for @theoraekenapperciation day 4: high school!

Without the Dread Doctors to guide him, Theo's life no longer had a motive, besides simply surviving. After his time in Hell, he lived life not knowing what his next move was going to be, until he returned to Beacon Hills High School at the insistence of Liam and the others. He finally graduated alongside Liam, Corey, and Mason; it may have been a year late, but it was still something he accomplished on his own. Graduation had been trivial to him in the past, a diploma not worth much to a Theo who only cared about power and gaining his own pack, but the Theo of now allowed himself to share in the puppy pack's excitement. They even threw him a small party to celebrate, complete with a silly little cake that declared their survival of high school.

Now, to answer the question everyone is asking him: what's next?

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for @theoraekenapperciation day 3: tending to wounds! paired with a scene from an old soulmate au wip that i am definitely gonna finish one day:

“Fucking hunters,” Theo sighed. He plopped down onto the couch that Lydia had helped him pick out, trying his best not to agitate the bullet holes that still riddled his body. The bullets had been removed and the wolfsbane burned out, thanks to Scott, but they were still taking longer to heal than they normally would.

Without thinking very much, he pulled out his phone and opened up the Spotify app. The first song that started up after he hit play was something he didn’t immediately recognize, and it took his sluggish and recovering brain a second to realize that Liam had added more songs to the playlist. As the song continued— “Come and Go” by Broadside, his phone screen told him— he found himself relaxing into the couch. If he were any less injured or tired, he would have probably come up with some kind of biological reasoning why listening to the music Liam had picked out for him made him calm down, but as it was he simply closed his eyes and let the notes of the song soothe him.

Three songs in, Theo’s ears picked up the sound of familiar footsteps making their way toward his door, and he only sighed as Liam once again invaded his apartment.

“You can knock, you know.”

“If you wanted me to stop coming over, you would lock the door,” Liam shot back. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re listening to Broadside, arguably one of the most miserable pop punk bands out there. They’re from Richmond, Virginia, dude, that’s more miserable than Indiana or Chicago or whatever. Something’s obviously wrong.”

“I spent six months in Richmond a couple years ago. It’s definitely up there on the list of miserable cities,” Theo grunted, hoping to steer the subject away from what was wrong with him. He tried to sit up and get a better view of Liam, but apparently that was not the smart thing to do, because as soon as he tried to move pain laced up his side and he had to clench his jaw shut in order to stop the pained groan that threatened to escape.

Trying to hide it didn’t work, however; Liam was by his side in an instant, strong hands reaching out and grasping at any stretch of exposed skin he could see. Black lines instantly raced up Liam’s tanned skin.

“Liam, don’t—”

“You should have told us you were still hurt, you idiot,” Liam said instead of letting Theo speak. “You have a whole pack full of people who could have taken your pain, and yet you choose to say nothing and come home to listen to music instead.”

Theo only sighed. He let Liam continue taking his pain, because if he tried to stop him the beta would ignore him anyway.

“Why were you listening to music, anyway? I thought it was beneath you.”

“I never said it was beneath me.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Theo only grunted. 

“Every time you tell me not to worry, I worry a little bit more,” Liam shot back. He reached out and lifted up the hem of Theo’s bloodied t-shirt, wincing as the ghastly wounds came into view. Seven circular wounds made a red-and-black trail up the right side of his torso, the lowest one having hit his hip bone and the highest barely missing his collarbone. Several of them still had burn marks surrounding them, looking like painful halos.

“It’s not that bad,” he said, voice softening at the horror and terror on Liam’s face. “They’re healing, just… slower than normal.”

Liam finally glanced up at his face, unamused amongst the fear still clinging to his face. He only broke eye contact to rummage through a little bag that Theo should have noticed sooner. Within a few seconds, Liam had produced large bandages and antiseptic cream, much to Theo’s muddled bemusement.

“You could have been killed, Theo. Why didn’t you say anything to us?” Liam asked as he got to work on the first wound.

“I said something to Scott,” Theo argued, hissing as the antiseptic was applied. “He helped take the bullets out and then burned the wolfsbane.”

“Yeah, but did you ask for help when you noticed you weren’t healing properly after that? No, because you’re dumb.”

“Why do you have this stuff, anyway?”

“At first it was because of Corey,” Liam answered as he worked. He was on the fourth one by now, working swiftly but efficiently. “He heals at a slower rate than we do, and he got an infection one time. But then Lydia got hurt once, too, so now I carry this stuff around after battles in case anyone needs it.”

“Look at you being the pack mom,” Theo chuckled. Liam smacked one of the bullet holes in retaliation, and Theo cried out in pain.

“That’s what I thought, jackass. Now hold still so I can stitch you up.”

“You don’t know how to do stitches.”

“It’s a figure of speech, idiot.”

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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moodboard: theo raeken learning to be a party boy

companion to Countdown by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

Nothing in the world, not even the Berserkers or the Ghost Riders or last semester's linguistics midterm grade, could have ever prepared Liam for the stomach-dropping sight of Theo splayed out on his back across the pool table with the top button of his shirt undone and his legs spread around the triangular formation of empty red Solo cups at his crotch. The tall guy from before has rounded up a bunch of his buddies and they're all roaring and cheering, taking turns having their shot at jumping the cue ball over Theo's entire torso into one of the farthest cups at the end of the table. Theo's head has lolled back and his face is loose, glowing, painted with an easy grin, and Liam doesn't think he's ever seen the chimera this unwound before. Or this level of infuriating, either, for that matter. (The way his jeans suddenly tighten has absolutely nothing to do with this train of thought.)

filling day 1: party of #theoappreciationweek2025! Thanks for organizing this, @theoraekenapperciation.

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rip to the shoulders header, you served your community valiantly

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black boxers that say werewolf on the waistband are the best ever. to me

edit: yes this is a painting hello hi