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valkyrievoid-15 · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday tagged by @fruchtfliege & @diaphanous-anchor

Snippet Sunday & WIP Saturday tagged by @ksbbb & @fruchtfliege

Tagged by @bellatrixxmarierose

This seems to be the last time I can participate in something like this, because this is the last part of everything I ever come up out of boredom a few months ago, and I no longer have any ideas about what comes next. Thank you to everyone who tagged my blog, you are the best ❤️❤️

P.S. sorry for the long absence, Tumblr app wasn't working for me for unknown reasons 😞

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«theo and tracy (letters from the past) teenager friends to lovers»

For the entire time of their friendship — which, by the way, had been more than five years — Theo very rarely thought of Tracy as his girlfriend.

Yes, she was attractive, he never denied that. But it was something like an objective fact that did not concern him personally. He used to think of her as a younger sister, with whom he always had similar problems.

They'd been through so much shit together that the thought of any other type of feeling just hadn't crossed his mind. He protected her the way older brothers do.

But now, looking at her sitting at the bar, leaning on her elbow, and smiling sweetly at the bartender, Theo suddenly feels anger boiling inside him.

He wants to break the fucking guy's wrist for leaning so close to Tracy's neck; wants to turn her around, remind her why they're here, but more than anything... more than anything, he wants to pin her against the wall and prove — to her, to himself, to this bartender and the rest of the damn club — that she belongs only to him.

He doesn't recognize her. No, he knows that she's just playing her part, that it's part of their plan, but still something inside him protests, as if he's suddenly trapped by his own emotions.

But damn it, if this bartender gets even a few more centimeters closer, Theo will really forget about their whole operation and just crack his skull.

It's stupid, but he wants to go up to this guy and smash his smug face on the counter. Or at least get Tracy out of this ridiculous scene.

He swallowed, feeling irritation spread through his body, and took a long sip of the cocktail, which immediately burned his throat.

But he holds back. After all, it's all for their case. Scouting, surveillance, searching for clues — they're not here to make him jealous, damn it.

And yet, when Tracy finally pays attention to him, his muscles are still tense. She catches his eye, holds her breath for a second, then suddenly, as if nothing had happened, comes closer and takes his hand.

— It's easier to watch the crowd this way, — she explained, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Theo barely restrained the impulse. What the hell is wrong with him? Why did her every touch feel electrifying? Why did he want to forget about everything and just kiss her right there in the middle of all this chaos? So that everyone knows that this girl is busy.

She catches his eye, holds her breath for a second, then suddenly, as if nothing had happened, comes closer and takes his hand.

— Hey, is everything okay? — her voice is soft, but there is a slight worry in her eyes.

— Yes, — he said with a nod, but doesn't take his hand away from her wrist.

Tracy smiles, standing slightly on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

— Relax. Everything is going according to plan.

Theo just chuckles in response, because, to be honest, his plan right now is completely different — to take her by the waist, hold her close and make her forget about all these idiotic glances that the guys around her throw at her.

But of course he doesn't do that.

Although her hand grips him a little tighter, she leans closer to him, and he feels her breath on his skin. There's a faint trace of lip gloss on his cheek, but he doesn't even notice it right away because that's not what his mind is on right now.

He forced himself to take control of his feelings. They're just best friends. And his stupid attraction was just the result of her standing too close, so beautiful in the soft lamplight.

Tracy smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling, and Theo almost missed the moment when, in the distance, against the far wall, his gaze caught on a guy. He was looking at them too closely. Too intently.

Without thinking, Theo took off his jacket and draped it over Tracy's shoulders, covering her bare back. There was no need for that idiot to stare at her with such admiration. He leaned closer to Tracy, almost touching her ear.

— We're being watched, — he whispered.

Tracy froze slightly, but her hands remained on his shoulders. She didn't look back, just shifted slightly so that Theo had a better view.

— The far wall, to the left of the bar. The guy in the black shirt. He doesn't look away.

Tracy pretended to adjust her jacket over her shoulders, while at the same time taking a quick glance in the indicated direction.

— Got it. And what are we going to do?

— Nothing yet, — Theo replied, — Let's see if he follows us.

They continued to dance, although now their movements were a little less relaxed. Theo could feel Tracy tense up, but she held on, pretending that everything was fine. At that moment, the man against the wall moved. He headed towards the exit.

— He's leaving, — Theo said.

— Are we following him? — Tracy asked.

Theo nodded. They stopped dancing smoothly, moving as if they were just walking to the bar, and then stealthily moved to the exit.

The guy didn't look back, but his movements betrayed tension, as if he knew he was being watched.

As soon as he stepped outside, Tracy quickened her pace, reaching the door first. Theo was walking a little behind her, giving her cover. They stepped out into the cool night air, and Theo immediately noticed a man looking around as if trying to make sure no one was following him.

The guy turned the corner, and they quickened their pace, moving after him. It was dark in the alley, but Theo managed to notice how the man stopped and quickly typed something on his phone.

— He's writing something.. Maybe his partner? — Tracy suggested.

Theo took out his phone and activated the camera, taking a few pictures. They couldn't be considered perfect, but it might be possible to pull out an image of a face or phone number later.

The guy suddenly looked back, and Theo barely managed to pull Tracy back into the shadows.

— He's seen us, — she whispered.

— We need to move. If he tries to leave, don't let him escape.

But the guy, instead of running away, slowly turned in their direction. He obviously knew they were here.

— We should talk, — he said suddenly.

They exchanged glances. It was unexpected. Theo asked, stepping out of the shadows.

— About why you're here and who you're looking for, — the stranger replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tracy came closer, still holding his wrist.

— Why don't you introduce yourself first?

— Call me Josh. I work for people who don't like being watched.

Theo tensed up. Well, it seems they've found someone who can help them to find necessary answers.

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valkyrievoid-15 · 2 months ago

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Hey pookie!! Just passing here to tell you that you are amazing and the sweetest human I have ever met! Sending you so many hugs and kisses🥰🖤 love youu pookie!

Hey, sorry my tumblr wasn't working for some time!! Aww, I’m honestly not used to this kind of appreciation, but thank you sooo much — that really means a lot to me. You’re such a warm soul and I appreciate you, and i admire you. Sending big hugs right back at you! Love you lots! 😘 Thank you for making me smile today! 🖤🖤

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valkyrievoid-15 · 2 months ago

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tagged by @fruchtfliege and @genetic-hellhound ( thank you for tagging me ♥️ )

among all this beauty, there is a photo of my new books that i bought few days ago (i sent this to my best friend) 😂 the second and third ones from my short weekends in another country)))

No pressure tag @honestlydarkprincess @ksbbb @thiamsxbitch @dreadful-doctors @nightshade-emrys @hemlocksandfoxgloves @bigjarofthiam @just-kaitlin

and everyone who wants to participate ♥️♥️

the beloved @crimebird tagged me to post four non-selfies from my camera roll.

top left are some crystal chains i made with a cute lamp. top right is a sign i saw on the street. bottom left is a blanket i finished recently. and bottom right is flashcards for studying

no pressure tags: @irishbreakfst @boyswillbeboxes @ratinthevoid @pomesa @thesurestthing

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valkyrievoid-15 · 3 months ago

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When I was around 12, my parents got divorced — classic. One day we were a family, and the next, I was packing bags and pretending I was totally fine about moving to another country.

Two years later after this, I found out about the death of my uncle, whom I had known at that time not so long ago (we hadn't communicated before, cuz I cut off all ties with my maternal relatives). It was my first experience of grief and loss actually.

But hey, we survive, we grow, we develop dark humor and an unhealthy attachment to fictional characters and handsome men.

So, what did I bring to the table after all this? A bunch of Strawberry-Dark Chocolate KitKat, because if life gives you lemons, might as well throw in some chocolate and sugar to make it feel a little less sour, right? Challenge accepted.

P.S. I really don't know who i should tag, cuz it seems to me that almost everyone have been tagged already.

trauma candy salad! (fully optional)

hi i'm charlie and when i was 12 i googled the weird summer camp I went to between the ages of 8 and 11 (that i faced severe emotional n verbal abuse in and minor physical abuse) and the first result was an article about indoctrination cults posing as summer camps! and i brought sour skittles!

@johnnyvalance @to-know-how-it-ends @kalied0skull @curtis-brothers-hug @theasexualagent @theluigianapurchase @statlicious @vespertopia @lycanpunk666 @yulsbabymama

tag mutuals after you're done! {:

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valkyrievoid-15 · 3 months ago

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love them together 🩷🩷

moodboard: theo x tracy (thracy)

for @valkyrievoid-15 🩷

#rarepair #thracy #thank you

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valkyrievoid-15 · 3 months ago

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Fuck it Friday

tagged by lovely @thiamsalpha (love you) 🫶🏻🖤

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The screech of metal. Thin strips of light piercing through cracks in the ceiling illuminated long shadows that fell across empty, cold tables.

Only occasionally did the silence break with the sounds of clamps, mechanical tools, and the clink of bottles. The walls absorbed any screams, remaining unyielding and merciless to the suffering of innocent people.

Theo sat, leaning against the cold wall, struggling to hold himself together. He still couldn't get used to what had been done to him.

In the first moments after waking, he couldn't understand why the sound of rain outside the lab now felt deafening and intensely irritating.

From his body, once subject to normal human weaknesses, now emanated energy he could not control. Everything around him was filled with sensations he had never been prepared for.

And of course, the Dread Doctors saw it — their cruel, cold eyes watched as he suffered, as his mind and body tried to restore the harmony they had destroyed. But they didn't care.

They wanted to see how he changed, how his new essence would respond to the environment. Theo couldn't understand what had happened to him.

Every day, he felt the growing tension within him, the internal struggle between who he had been before and who they were trying to make him. But then they told him the horrifying, insane truth of what they had turned him into.

They called those like him chimeras, because their bodies contained two sets of DNA. But everything changed completely after they injected him with an experimental serum, which became the cause of his transformation. He didn’t remember how, after waking up, his body began to change rapidly.

The Dread Doctors celebrated their triumph. They had succeeded in merging two incompatible genes within a human. They had never been able to do this before.

Theo watched as their victims — innocent teenagers — went mad and immediately became failed subjects, whom they disposed of without hesitation in the most brutal ways. But for some inexplicable reason, he had managed to survive and even adapt to the new changes.

Half-werewolf, half-coyote — all because the insane scientists decided they could control nature, alter the laws of science, play with life and death without thinking of the consequences.

He could hear every rustle in the room. Every breath, every step, even his quickened pulse, as if it were right beside him. The sounds came to him, sharp, clear, penetrating the depths of his consciousness.

In the darkness, he could see as he never could before, as if his eyes had become part of the night, absorbing everything around him.

The experiments on him were horrific. Every day, they tried to push him to the edge. First, his sister’s heart — what had once been hers — now beats in his chest, making him feel her presence when his thoughts filled with memories.

They tried to make him forget, but memory was stronger than anything. He had become a beast, but remained human as well, and his pain was a disease they could not rip from his soul.

The nervous shock passed as his body twitched from electrical impulses penetrating his muscles and organs. These were days of unbearable torture, when his body refused to obey, when his consciousness was forced to face the reality that he was no longer who he had been.

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valkyrievoid-15 · 3 months ago

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i love u so much

I love you more, my queen. You're really one of the sweetest and kindest people ever 👑♥️♥️

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valkyrievoid-15 · 3 months ago

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Snippet Thursday tagged by @fruchtfliege (🫶🏻) sorry it took so long, i know today isn't Thursday, and i don't write anything, but anyway, thank you so much 🥰

it's snippet from the idea of «theo × tracy (teenager friends to lovers»), cuz i kinda liked them being together earlier. I have no intention of publishing this actually.

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Fear is not something that appears on dark nights or in moments of solitude. Fear is what haunts you when you begin to lose control over what once seemed the most familiar and safe.

It sneaks up unnoticed, at first merely a slight unease and a faint hint of anxiety. But the further you go, the more it grows, seeping into your thoughts and making you doubt every action you take.

You feel it in your trembling fingers, in your quickened heartbeat, in the way familiar things begin to feel strange. What was once a support suddenly becomes shaky and unreliable. The people you trusted now look at you differently, and your voice sounds uncertain even to yourself.

Fear is not the monster under the bed or the shadow in the corner of the room. It is the whisper in your head telling you that you’re losing control, that everything is falling apart, and you can do nothing to stop it. It’s the realization that safety is only an illusion, and the world around you can change in an instant.

And perhaps the most terrifying thing is understanding that fear never fully disappears. It simply waits for the next moment to remind you of its presence.

Theo Raeken knew this all too well. He had always tried to keep everything under strict control: his study, his daily routine, his plans for the future. His life was built like a precise algorithm, where every detail mattered.

But today, something went wrong.

His gaze was fixed on the sheet of paper lying on the table. It was an ordinary white envelope, unremarkable except for one thing: there was no return address, no stamp, and inside was only a short note written in uneven handwriting.

«You can change cities and change numbers, but one day it will catch up to you when you least expect it. And when you think you’re finally free, the past will remind you of itself».

His hands trembled. Scenes from the life he left behind at seventeen flashed instantly in his memory. The city, the gray streets, the cold house, the smell of cigarettes that always surrounded his stepfather.

When he left, he thought all of this would remain far behind, like some old file that could simply be deleted.

— Utter nonsense, — Theo muttered, crumpling the note and tossing it to the corner of the table.

But the feeling of unease wouldn’t let go. Inside, something scraped at him, as though an invisible predator was stalking him.

This was not just fear, but something much deeper — the sense that his carefully constructed world was beginning to crack, and he couldn’t put all the broken pieces back together.

The phone rang, making him jump. The screen lit up with a number not saved in his contacts. Hesitantly, he pressed the green button and held the receiver to his ear.

"Did you get my message?" The voice was altered by a special program, making it impossible for him to recognize it.

"Who is this?" he asked, trying not to let the tremor in his voice show.

"The one who knows why you ran" the stranger replied. "You didn’t think you could forget, did you?"

The connection was abruptly cut, leaving Theo in the silence, where the only sound was his heartbeat pounding loudly.

"I won’t go back there. Never" he thought, but he wasn’t sure whether he was saying it to himself or trying to convince someone else.

He nearly jumped out of his chair when the door to the room flew open. His body reflexively tensed, and he was about to get to his feet, but he immediately relaxed and let out a relieved breath, recognizing Tracy in the doorway.

— Relax, Raeken, it’s just me, — she said, noticing how he tensed. Her tone was light, but her eyes scanned his face with concern.

Theo exhaled, trying to regain his composure. Of course, it was Tracy. Who else could barge into his room without knocking?

— Ever heard that knocking is a sign of good manners? — he said, turning away and pretending to focus on the papers on the table.

She rolled her eyes and walked into the room, setting a cup of coffee for him on the table.

— You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.

He stayed silent, trying to focus on anything other than his intrusive thoughts.

— Just... nothing, — he tried to brush it off, but his voice gave him away.

She narrowed her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. Tracy had an uncanny ability to read people, especially him, and she immediately noticed that something was wrong.

— Theo, you’re terrible at lying. I figured that out back when we sat behind Randy’s old garage, and you tried to convince me you weren’t drunk after you drank half a bottle of his awful beer.

He couldn’t help but smile. Her straightforwardness always brought out mixed feelings in him — irritation and relief at the same time.

He handed her the crumpled note he’d just been about to throw away. She smoothed it out, read a few words, and froze, as if she’d seen something more there than just text.

Then Theo saw her tense up. It was strange — as if she already knew everything, because she didn’t even ask what it meant.

— Before you arrived, I got a call, — he said quietly, — They said they know why I left Beacon Hills.

Tracy cursed under her breath, and her usually calm face darkened. He stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the snow-covered streets of the campus. The evening light seemed cold and unnatural.

To everyone else, the world continued as usual, but to him, at that moment, everything felt wrong, like the ground had cracked beneath his feet.

— Then we need to figure out who this is, — Tracy suddenly said, getting up from the bed and walking over to his desk, —And why now, after we left Beacon Hills four years ago.

Her determined tone made him finally turn around.

— You really want to dig all of this up again? We decided to leave it behind, — he said, returning to the table.

— Decided, — she agreed with a nod, — but it seems like the past decided to catch up with us. We need to at least figure out who called you and slipped you the letter.

She picked up the note again, studying it as if she hoped to find something she’d missed the first time.

She examined the envelope and the letter itself with a focus that always amazed Theo. Over the years of their friendship, he had grown accustomed to her analytical mind.

Even back in school, Tracy had an incredible ability to notice details that others overlooked.

It was this ability that had helped her survive in Beacon Hills — a town where even the slightest inattention could cost too much.

— The handwriting is male, — she finally said, not taking her eyes off the paper, — It’s bold, with heavy pressure. Look at how deeply the pen has torn through the paper in some spots — it’s like the person was writing with aggression or tension. We need to figure out who’s behind this.

Theo watched her movements. He had always been amazed by her attentiveness. Tracy could think logically even in the most tense situations, and it was this quality that kept him afloat.

She suddenly jumped up, as if remembering something, and rummaged through her backpack, which was on his bed, before finally pulling out a dark sketchbook she often carried with her.

Tracy shook it over the table, and a small note, rolled up like a tube, fell out. He barely managed to catch it in mid-air, his body tensing instantly.

Theo slowly unrolled the note and looked at the handwriting, which was exactly the same as on his letter. Now he couldn’t deny the obvious — these notes, like the one he had just received, came from the same person.

— Fuck... — he muttered, clenching his fingers around the damned scrap of paper.

Tracy, as if reading his mind, shot him a quick glance before sitting back down on the bed. She didn’t try to hide the worry on her face.

— I tried not to pay attention to it, — she said, slowly putting her things back in her bag, — but when we first moved to Sacramento, these notes started showing up in my things. I thought it was just a coincidence, that someone had left them by mistake. But when I started finding them more often, I realized — it wasn’t a coincidence.

Theo still held the note in his hands, his fingers slowly caressing the paper as he tried to grasp the full extent of what was happening. A thousand questions flashed through his mind, but not a single clear answer.

He had always believed that by leaving Beacon Hills, he had left the past behind. But now, that seemed impossible.

— You never told me about this before... — Theo said, looking up at her, — Why?

Tracy fell silent, as if unsure how to answer. She was nervous, though she was trying to hold herself together.

— I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve been so on edge since we moved, — she finally replied, — I thought it was just some damn coincidence, that it would stop if I just didn’t pay attention. But now, with this letter showing up at your place, I realize I was wrong.

— So, someone’s been following us... and now they’re trying to remind us of what we ran from? — he asked, trying to make sense of the madness.

Theo rubbed his palm over his face, trying to steady himself. His thoughts were a blur, and his head couldn’t keep up with the events.

He glanced at his laptop screen, where notes on bioengineering, his theories, and the work he’d been writing for months flickered. All of that seemed so insignificant compared to what was happening now.

— We can’t just sit here and wait for it to stop, — Theo said, trying to organize his thoughts again, — We need to understand what’s going on. Why are these notes appearing now, after all these years?

— Maybe because we started forgetting? — Tracy suggested. She had clearly been thinking about this for a long time, — Maybe it’s someone from the past who decided we can’t move on. Someone who wants us to never forget what happened there.

Theo felt his breath quicken. He imagined what it would be like when the past catches up. But he couldn’t understand who could be behind these notes.

In Beacon Hills, he had enemies, but that was a long time ago. And his stepfather couldn’t be the one haunting them, because he was dead.

— Theo, what if... — she trailed off, unsure whether to say it.

— What if it’s someone we left behind? — he finished for her.

Tracy nodded, she had always been ready to act when it came to dealing with something that could threaten both of them.

— We need to find out who this is and what they want. First, we need to trace the source of these notes. And then… if it’s someone we dealt with in Beacon Hills, we have to figure out why they won’t leave us alone.

Inside, everything tightened, but Tracy was there, and her confidence helped him stay calm. He couldn’t afford to panic.

Now their tasks were clear, though still frightening. They needed to find answers. She looked at the note again, and her face grew even more serious.

— It’s time to find out who’s behind this. Maybe it’s time to fix some of what we left behind. Otherwise, we’ll always be hiding and running.

Had everything they’d been through begun to resurface? Someone was clearly watching them. Someone who knew them too well.

The answers were still unclear, but one thing was obvious: their past was not behind them yet. It was still chasing them.

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