can monsters still be human?

theo raeken || chimera turned local farmer, apparently || 19    a chimera isn't just a monster with different parts, it can also mean something impossible to achieve -- an unrealizable dream

[foolishtheo-blog]

killforfrenchfries‌:

“Hey, us law enforcement types have a certain stereotype to live up to, and I wouldn’t want to let the side down.”  Mystic Falls did actually have a bakery, and since things reset every day she could just provide the same box of donuts each morning.  She juggled one of the boxes slightly, pulling the door open with her free hand for Theo to walk through.

She shook her head as he passed, chuckling.  “Fortunately not much.  It’s more just for people’s peace of mind right now - if they see someone in a uniform, they know there’s someone looking out for them.  But the more people that keep showing up here, the more chance we’ll actually need a police force sooner or later.”

“Oh of course. You gotta pull your weight, I get it.” He laughed, stepping through the door, and walking confidently forwards to get out of the way. Where they were going, he didn’t know. But confidently he would go, boxes clutched tight against his chest. 

“Indeed.” He couldn’t pin down exactly what she was. She definitely wasn’t human though, and smelt like something sour and bitter and awful. Maybe sulphur. The terrible smell was only faint, thankfully, overlaid by something human, more like an aftertaste. “Do you all just get to make up the law then? Do we get to vote? Or is it more of a ‘hope nobody ever questions my authority’ type deal?” 

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

Derek stops growling and his head cocks to the side, as if trying to figure the animal out.  If he could roll his eyes in wolf form he would, but instead he gets off Theo and nudges at the coyote’s chest and makes a rumbling growl sound and nudges his chest again.  Trying to convey that growling comes from the chest, and he’s perfectly capable of making the sound as well.

The advice was appreciated. Truly. Theo even managed to sound like a real animal, growling lowly. But he saw his opportunity and he took it, lunging at Derek, aiming to push him over to the side, before shooting forwards. Surprise might help him win. The distance left was short, and the smell of home was softly overpowering. Thank god he’d left the barn door open. Hay was surprisingly comfortable as a coyote. 

[foolishtheo-blog]

jerthehunter‌:

Jeremy nods his head in thanks not only for the guy not pressing for details but just accepting that Jeremy had some rough shit going on that he rather forget for a little bit. “To be honest most wine is pretty gross but after a bottle you don’t really care what it tastes like.”

Theo’s lips pulled back in distaste, and head shaking slowly. “I’m not drinking a whole bottle of shit just to make the second bottle taste mediocre.” Was it normal to drink until disgusting things tasted good? This sounded like one ‘normal’ teenage experience Theo was happy to live without. “Does anything in this store taste good by itself?”

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

He was going to kill this coyote, if he gets dirt in his eyes one more time, he was going to rip his throat out.  Trying to blink dirt out as a wolf was much harder than as a human, it irritated him more.  He picks up speed and tackles the smaller animal to the ground, pinning him there and growling.

They crashed into the ground, and as much as Theo scratched at the dirt he couldn’t get an advantage. Derek was bigger, and stronger, and also an actual wolf. He snapped his teeth, head turning to try and bite the other, spit flying as he attempted to growl back. The sound was strangled and distorted, as if it was coming from somewhere foreign. He really didn’t know how to do this whole wolf thing. 

[killforfrenchfries]

Asking for help wasn’t exactly Ruby’s style.  Manipulating people, twisting their goals into hers and then exploiting them was more her deal.  But the downside of being stuck in a mystical prison was that she couldn’t risk too many plots when everyone talked to everyone else.  Not to mention that her job made that sort of manipulation too risky.  She needed to put on a cheery face and present herself as a dedicated public servant instead of an angry demon.  Thus, she’d been reduced to asking for help bringing some supplies into the police station.

“Thanks again for this.  There’s a box of donuts in the office if you want to grab a couple when we’re done here.”

@foolishtheo

[foolishtheo-blog]

“Of course you managed to get doughnuts in here. That would be great though, thanks.” At this point carrying boxes took up most of Theo’s time, so carrying a few boxes in and out to get on the better side of the local law enforcement wasn’t a big deal. Cardboard felt surprisingly soft in contract to splintered wood. Maybe he could gleam something useful about other people in the town. 

“Is there even any crime in this town to deal with? We’re pretty uh, insulated, from the rest of the world.” 

[foolishtheo-blog]

jerthehunter‌:

“I guess squatter fits better than anything else.” He mumbles with a lazy shrug of his shoulder as he takes a swig out of the bottle in his hand. He picked this place for a lot of different reasons, one he didn’t really like the old guy who owned it in the first place, two easy access to anything with a decent alcohol content and he didn’t think a lot of his own friends would look for him here. “I’ve been going with whatever had the highest alcohol content but that’s just me.”

He slowly stalked down alongside the walls of glass bottles, eyes drifting from label to label as he moved. “Sounds like you’re trying to drown out something. Not that I particularly care, or really wanna hear about it. My condolences though, man.” Theo laughed quietly, wrinkling his nose at one particular bottle before moving on. He couldn’t even begin to guess what any of these drinks tasted like. “Is wine any good? I know red wine is good in food, at least.”  

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌: 

The wolf almost loses his footing as the coyote wiggled his way out from under him.  He was about to tackle him back down when he realized the hunters were gone.  So he sets off after the idiot on four legs, growling at him so he knew Derek was close behind, could overpower him if he wanted.  He couldn’t let the coyote think he had any sort of power over him.

Theo tried his best to kick leaves in Derek’s face as he moved, heart pumping, mouth open, panting, as he ran. The hell dimension was surprisingly warm, even at night. Unfortunately Theo hadn’t really learned how to make noise, as a wolf. If he could growl back, he would. Instead Theo pushed his legs a little faster, hoping his greater knowledge of the area would help as they sprint towards the orchard. 

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

Seriously what was wrong with this guy, he was trying to get home, safe and away from hunters and more bullets.  His shoulder was burning, there must have been wolfesbane on the bullet.  Next thing he knew the coyote was running past him, but at least he was going in the right direction.  He can hear running footsteps and he runs up, even with only three good legs, and catches the coyote and tackles him to the ground, rolling them into a ditch.  He growls low to keep the coyote quiet until they run past them.

It was fun, for a moment. The rough and tumble. Pulled at the wound on his back in a way running did not, but Theo could only just hold back a happy yip. Until he heard the growl, the footsteps. Smelt the humans, the hunters, their guns. He lay still, ears up as he tracked the hunters movements. They lingered, before a sharp noise drew their attention away from them, and away from the farm. Once they were clear, he moved, wriggling to his feet and pushing Derek in the direction of the farm. He could smell the fucking oranges from here. They were close. 

[adleralpha]

Jeremy spent a lot of time with a bottle in his hand, that was true but really what else did he have to do? He had no reason to work a job, he had no magic ability to even start trying to get himself or his loved ones out. Hell he couldn’t even find his loved ones, time was issue, whatever he wasted just came right aback around. He didn’t want the company that a bar offered so he instead broke into the local liquor store, set up a bed in the back room and basically was calling the place home. Going back to the old Gilbert house wasn’t pleasant like he thought it would be, the room wasn’t really his, not like how he remembered it. It only brought up the bad memories, drinking them away was his best bet. It was only when the bell to the front door rung that he knew someone was coming. “Take whatever booze you want but this place is taken.”

[foolishtheo-blog]

“Thanks, magnanimous alcohol shop owner, or squatter. I’ll try my best not to move in.” Theo never had much time to drink in Beacon Hills, with the murder plotting and hell escaping and all. He’d had beer, at parties, trying to act normal, but that was about all. Now he had a whole bottle shop for the taking and he couldn’t see the appeal. He wasn’t even sure if he could get drunk. Wasn’t sure if it would be worth trying. He’d spent most of his life numb, and didn’t really want to go back to that just yet.  

 “Any recommendations?”

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

He had turned in the right direction when he realised the coyote hadn’t left his side.  He was sort of circling him, energy buzzing around him, what in the hell was this guy thinking?  A nip at his heels had him spinning around, and it hits him out of nowhere, was he playing with him?  The coyote is almost totally out of sight before he started walking slowly in the direction he was.  He gives him a soft growl, because he wasn’t chasing him, he hasn’t played with a pup since before the fire.

There had definitely been an ‘un fun’ tone to the descriptions of Derek he had heard before, and the man was fully living up to those expectations. The only footsteps he could hear were his own, so Theo looped back around through the forest. Back behind Derek. He had never had any sort of urges as a coyote before. This place must be messing with him. Instead of trying to annoy Derek into a race again, Theo quietly came up behind him. He then shot forward, past Derek and towards the farm. Maybe he was the competitive type instead. 

[foolishtheo-blog]

samuelle‌:

Just the orange kid again, thank god. Sam almost wanted to laugh at himself for freaking out; this whole damned town was making him lose his mind. Being the base level of hunter-paranoid was all fine and good, but, there was that, and then there was being scared of a teenage fruit farmer. 

“Didn’t know it was you,” he said, trying to force himself down to some measure of calm. “Sorry- you okay?” 

Not like there’s monsters or anything. He grimaced, at that, though he tried to turn it into some kind of smile. “Y’never know; could be all kinds of shit out there. I’m usually inside by now, but- decided I was gonna take a walk. See what was going bump in the night.” 

“I’m good, minus the heart attack.” He laughed, wincing at the loud, echoing sounds of the noise in the quiet of the night. 

It was hard to gauge how much people knew in this place. There was a high density of supernatural people, but there was also a fair few, very normal, people. Generally ones who smelt like gunpowder, or wolfsbane, or something else. This guy definitely knew something, and it would be a comfort to know exactly how much. 

“All kinds of shit? You think a lot of things go bump in the night in this town?” He kept his shoulders slack, one hand reaching behind to scratch his back and the other with the palm facing Sam. Nonthreatening. “I mean, it is pretty weird here.” 

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

He ran until he couldn’t smell anyone aside from the coyote on his tail, and slid to a stop.  He’s panting, ignoring the sting and burning in his shoulder to stare at the smaller were.  He huffs and turns to limp away, he would go find somewhere to hide until the trembling stopped and he felt safe enough to emerge again.

The adrenaline of the run still rushed through his veins, as he trotted along next to Derek. He was pretty sure the other wolf wanted to get away from him, but the urge to play, despite the slowly healing wound on his back, was almost overpowering. Only in wolf form did Theo feel anything similar to ‘werewolf instincts’, and he was struggling to suppress the urge to play, to pounce. None of the other chimeras could shift, and nobody from the Mccall pack had wanted anything to do with him. Telegraphing his move beforehand, he gentle snapped at Derek’s heels, before darting away. 

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

He wanted to move, everything in him was telling him to move, but he stayed just as he was, curled up against a tree.  The coyote wouldn’t leave him, head butting him to try to get him to move, but he was frozen.  It was like his body was accepting its fate, waiting there for everything to fall apart all over again.  It’s when a bullet grazes his shoulder, just nicking him that it snaps him out of the trance like state he was in.  The pain, it woke him up and he turn and sprints in the opposite direction, running in front of the coyote until they’re far away from the hunters.

Having been on the verge of attempting to bite the significantly larger shifter, Theo found himself almost grateful for the bullet in his back. Almost. At least he wasn’t allergic to wolfsbane. It had been part of a spray, which finally, finally, pushed Derek into motion. He followed behind Derek with speed, kicking up leaves and probably having more fun than he should, trying to keep up. It was like a race, and brought out Theo’s more competitive edge. Still wasn’t strong enough for him to get in front, but keeping up felt like an achievement in itself. He wasn’t an actual wolf after all. 

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

If he was in his right mind, and he knew he wasn’t, he would laugh at the sight of a giant black wolf trying to look small.  But he was slowly backing against a tree, no snarling, not even a growl.  How did they find him, how did they know he would be here?  He thought he was safe, he didn’t even realize he was shaking, his limbs trembling under his fur.  A blur of coyote almost passed him, it takes him longer than he’d ever like to admit to realize Theo was still there, still beside him growling.  Why wasn’t he gone?  He knew he was trying to get Derek to move but his legs were too heavy, like they were covered in stone.  He tries to make himself even smaller, curling up in a ball and hoping the coyote would run off, and maybe the hunters wouldn’t see him.

God, was wanting to punch someone an emotion? And how could such a large, frankly intimidating, wolf be so frightened? Theo growled again, still softly, moving forwards in an attempt to sharply headbutt Derek past the tree, so they could run. Together. Away from the hunters, preferably, but at this point Theo would take any movement.  Any direction. They just needed to get started. The hunters were human, hopefully, and once the two of them started running they wouldn’t be able to keep up, and it wouldn’t exactly be hard to throw them off their trail. The woods were already full of wolf tracks, Theo’s own and others. Cut across a river or walk in a few circles, it was easy. They just needed to get going. 

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

He was about to turn and run back towards his little house when the familiar smell of wolfesbane hit his nose.  His first instinct used to be to shift and fight, but right now all he wanted to do was hide.  They found him, in some alternate dimension or something…they found him.  He hit the ground, unsure if he was even hit, his entire body had went numb.  He doesn’t notice until the world shift that he shifted, clothes tore under him as he did his best to hide in the shadows.

The strength of the scent of fear in the air would be comical if Theo wasn’t in this specific situation. The most logical option was to leave the other wolf and run, use Derek clear lack of a flight instinct as a distraction to avoid the hunters. But instead he found himself shifting, growing yet shrinking, tearing through the forest with haste. His clothes a mess in his wake. Faster on four legs.  Another round of shots went off, and he found himself skidding to a stop much closer to the other wolf, growling quietly. Why the fuck wasn’t he already running?

[foolishtheo-blog]

derekshale-tw‌:

“Right”, he realized who the boy was, at least he seemed to fit the description he heard once.  Either way Derek was in no mood to socialize, so he just turns away from him, wiping off blood from a healed cut on his leg.  “I’m aware, I’ll take my chances, but thanks for the…concern”.

He glances around, trying to remember where exactly he was headed when he decided to just head back to the house he found.  If he had known there would be people wandering around, he would’ve stayed home.

Theo hadn’t met a born wolf that hadn’t considered him with distaste, and it didn’t surprise him that Derek didn’t buck the trend. He wasn’t a real wolf, after all. Fucking elitists. 

“Anytime.” An awkward smile stretched across his face, as his hands lifted up in a dismissive gesture. “Just let me know if-” His voice was cut off by the faintest whistling sound, before he dropped straight to the floor. An arrow embedded itself into a tree right behind him. His heart stopped. Wolfsbane didn’t effect him like it did real wolves, but the scent did not bode well for anyone. “Fuck dude-” His head spun, left and right trying to search for the source, before bullets started to rip through the air instead. They weren’t close enough to grab, and he wasn’t trying to get any closer to those guns. It was time to run. 

[werecoyotate]

Malia was confused. She knew Beacon Hills like the back of her hand, er, well, her paw after years as a coyote. This was not Beacon Hills, and what she gathered from eavesdropping on the townsfolk was that she was in a place called Mystic Falls. She heard some mumbo jumbo about a prison world and the nineties but to be honest, she just kind of thought people were crazy… because after everything she had been through, she still thought people were nuts. Humans, werewolves, hunters, banshees, they were all their own brand of crazy… Malia included. But in her own twisted mindset, she was a little less crazy then everyone else. She was normal crazy.

People watching had become one of the coyote’s favorite hobbies, and that’s what she was doing now… watching someone. She was observing, studying, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Usually, Malia was pretty sneaky. If she didn’t want to be seen or heard, she would tiptoe and could be decently stealth… So how she ended up knocking over an entire shelf full of stuff was beyond her, but Malia instinctively jumped away from the mess, hands thrown up in a defensive gesture. “I didn’t do it,” she lied confidently before grimacing.

[foolishtheo-blog]

“Clearly.” Theo could almost feel his heart stop. After a long moment, he managed to slow it down, beating slowly and regularly again. Ignoring the sudden adrenaline in his veins. “Must’ve been a ghost.” If he’d had any less control, he would be looking like a ghost too. Nobody in Scott’s pack had ever really intimidated him, except for her. And maybe Liam, if Theo had an arm behind his back, or his tongue cut out, or something like that. Malia definitely seemed like she could, and would, take him out. “Have you tried not destroying other people’s property?” 

He paused for a second, hands awkwardly floating to and fro before he moved forward to begin cleaning up the mess. Maybe if he kept his head down she wouldn’t recognise him. Maybe if he could keep his hands busy he could keep a lock on his traitorous heart. The funky astrological going’s on would probably be making her stronger, and she was definitely stronger than him to begin with. All born shifters were. Even if his heart was trying to give him away, his hands were steady and his voice clear. Other people weren’t going to see him feeling.... not so brave. Theo Raeken didn’t do scared, of course. But seeing her certainly struck a cord.