malcolm-winslow

[malcolm-winslow]

caleb-thelionheart​:

You know I’m never one to share bedroom tastes, Malcolm. Unless you’re really that interested, which is understandable. I’m a catch.

More like a catch and fucking release into a cage of sharks. You think I want to hear what you and the abomination do between the sheets? I’m freak deaky myself, but goddamn, if the thought of seeing your o-face makes me want to stick needles in your eye sockets.

[malcolm-winslow]

mac-vaughnxchamberlain​:

No, I know you’re an Alpha– you still have the power to hurt me like before except this time I have the power to fight back, and I will. It has nothing to do with this silver spoon.

We talking your little pathetic excuse as a werewolf or knowing you have a pack’s skirt to hide behind like a baby brat still on the tit? You are made of nothing but weakness, piglet. The pack mates, Harley, you’ll lose them eventually and you’ll lose her. 

[malcolm-winslow]

valentina-kent​:

Betrayal– what did they do to you, then? Talk shit about you like everyone else in your pack?

Like I can trust a word that comes out of your mouth? It takes one to know one, and right now I trust him more than I trust you.

“I wanted something, they were in my way, he was in my way, so I got rid of them both. Go ahead and ask your mother the truth when I decide the day I finally rid myself of you.”

“It speaks to your character, doesn’t it, Tina?” Malcolm sneered, placing his hands behind his back comfortably and taking a step forward. He could tear her heart easy as apple pie or somehow detach her head from her body without hesitation, but the hybrid species were unbalanced and unpredictable. One wrong move and it would be his heart laying on the ground or his head rolling. How everyone would rejoice, disgusting. “I’m a psychopath with blood on his hands, he’s a psychopath with blood flowing through the streets, and yet you trust him. A monster finding comfort in the company of another monster.”

[malcolm-winslow]

harleyxcollins​:

You’re fucking revolting.

The pot calling the kettle black, pipsqueak.

[malcolm-winslow]

valentina-kent​:

Whatever reasons you have to justify your sick ass decisions are bullshit, they didn’t deserve to die.

I think he’d rather hang you from your own intestines. See, we had a real nice talk about you.

I have no tolerance for betrayal in my pack, Tina, your parents knew that and they paid the price.

You can’t trust a word that comes out of that fucker’s mouth, kiddo, he knows his way around a lie. How can you be certain he’s not playing you like a fuck toy fiddle?

[malcolm-winslow]

caleb-thelionheart​:

Do you ever hear the bullshit that comes out of your mouth sometimes? You’d think for someone as old as you are, you’d have a filter by now.

Filters are for pussies who need to watch their mouths or else I shove a stake up their asses, but something tells me you would enjoy that immensely. Pucker up that asshole.

[malcolm-winslow]

valentina-kent​:

I guess it’s a true case of ‘like mother, like daughter’, you would know best since you knew her the longest. Y’know, before killing her in cold blood. Oh… it will be your greatest regret, Malcolm, and I’ll make sure of it. Call it payback.

I could tell stories about your mother that would make even your hair curl, you little shitbird, she brought that on herself and so did dear old pops. Wouldn’t worry about giving me my due when I know who you’re shacking up with recently may very well hang you from your own intestines. I’ve seen the sadist psycho do it himself before.

[malcolm-winslow]

valentina-kent​:

What, and give up the chance to annoy the shit out of you and make you regret every choice you’ve made? No… this ungrateful small town ballerina barbie ass is staying right here.

Get used to it, asshole.

You know, you Kent women can’t get your fucking rocks off without pushing my buttons in the process. Only regret I’d ever have was not killing you before the fire started.

[malcolm-winslow]

mac-vaughnxchamberlain​:

You know what, now I will talk. Just to annoy you with my ‘nasty ass cracker jack voice’.

You think because you’re now living with a fucking silver spoon in your mouth, golden boy, means I don’t hold the power to goddamn beat you with it?

[malcolm-winslow]

caleb-thelionheart​:

That sounds like a lot of over-compensation, Mal. I think you need to take a good look at yourself.

Shit, I take a nice long hard look at myself in the mirror every fucking morning and thank whatever shithead’s ruling the universe I don’t have to spend a second longer over-compensating for a blood addiction that’s bound to happen.

[malcolm-winslow]

caleb-thelionheart​:

I think you’ve mistaken me for someone who cares for your preferences.

Compared to your hybrid pussy preferences, Marshall? Everything but that could get my dick up.

[malcolm-winslow]

valentina-kent​:

God, I wish you’d learn that no one wants to hear your fucking voice as much as you do.

Oh, shit, you’re still alive then? I thought your ungrateful small town ballerina barbie ass would’ve overdosed on a blood binge. How disappointing.

[malcolm-winslow]

guardian-cassandra​:

A simple man that needs to leave.

Nah, Cassie, I think I’d like to stick around and meet the little rugrats. And grab Wil while I’m at it.

[malcolm-winslow]

mac-vaughnxchamberlain​:

I have nothing to say to you.

Good, I didn’t want to hear your nasty ass cracker jack voice anyway, runt. 

[malcolm-winslow]

I love the smell of despair and misery in the morning. What can I say, I’m a simple man.

[malcolm-winslow]

caleb-thelionheart​:

Want a medal?

You could learn a thing or two when that wife of yours eats your munchkins, Marshall.

[malcolm-winslow]

finn-mcalister​:

Come to gloat, Malcolm?

Me, gloat, never.

Call it my last hurrah until the council comes for my head. Which they’ll fail.